Chapter 62: Firelight

"Disappearing?Does it mean returning to the original state?". Tarrant asked urgently, "Turning back into a normal human, but you said just now that process can't be reversed." ”

"Anything possible," Jim's face looked serious against the backdrop of the candle flame, "I haven't experimented with it, and I can't predict it, most likely two scenarios, first, nothing is born and the new element is swallowed up by the original mutation, and second, the rejection of the body leads to death." This is not a reversal but a neutralization, if successful. ”

Kiraviton tapped on the table, "Don't forget, the monsters in the village have gnawed at each other, they bleed each other's blood, and if that reaction could be neutralized, it should have happened a long time ago." ”

"That's a different situation," Catrina corrected, "Transformation starts in the blood, and when the other person's blood melts directly into the angiogenesis, the changes will be different." ”

"Is this hypothesis intended to counteract each other with equal amounts of blood?" Kira Veton asked again.

"No, no," Jim squeezed between the two, "the moment the tooth juice touches the blood, it will be explosive, it's like an introduction, a virus, and it will quickly infect other healthy blood. ”

Tarrant pondered for a moment and nodded, "So all it takes is a drop of werewolf blood to melt it into the vampire's veins, and they can be restored?"

"I can't rule it out," Jim said, looking at the others, "I'm going to have to make sure of the results until I'm real, I'm going to write down this interesting idea so that I don't forget, whoever sees my pen," he flipped through the clutter, and the broken rusted parts spilled out.

"There's not much time left", Tarrant looked out the window, the best outcome was to find a solution before the security forces arrived, and get all the villagers back to their original state, otherwise the battle was inevitable, and Aimee was already intoxicated with the stupid thoughts that she shouldn't have.

Kira Veton straightened up and shook his cloak, "Human blood can't be fused with each other, and even if the vampire and werewolf viruses disappear, that person won't survive." ”

"What do you mean?" Tarrant went from urgency to anxiety, and trouble kept popping up.

"A war priest's summary, he is responsible for the treatment of soldiers who have lost too much blood, some of the wounded will still die of blood loss even if the wound heals, the priest tried to deliver blood to the soldiers, but the outcome of the patient did not change, the chance of survival was about 30 percent, he thought that there was some difference in blood between people. ”

Jim sighed quietly, "There's a good chance that genetic blood can avoid this." ”

Tarrant paced back and forth in the room, disgusted by the unhelpful questions, and they discussed the question of blood, as obscure as the old saying of spellcasting, Tarrant stopped at the window, and he noticed a few lines of small writing on the edge of the window frame:

I still remember what I used to remember

But one day I'll forget jì I used to remember

It's as if there is no life

I would curl up in the castle and silently forget

Blue Kasha made me go back in time

The door to the future was closed with a heavy breather

Only the wine was left with me

It must have been written by Jim while enjoying the "good food", Tarrant was in no mood to pay attention to it now, he looked at the glass, his face was covered with his face, his ugly face was occupied by sweat and anxiety, he pinched his chin, two orange dots stuck to his chin, he rubbed it vigorously, the orange dots were shaking, like a bug of light, Tarrant leaned close to the glass, it was outside the window, the edge of the island covered in darkness, it was the torch vigilantes who had landed on the island.

"The people of the island may have the same blood," says Catrina, "the villagers have lived on the island for hundreds of years, living in seclusion, and they probably originated from the same ancestors and were related to each other. ”

"Find them and let them exchange blood with each other?" asked the priest.

Tarrant snapped his fingers at Conasius, and the soldier walked briskly, and through the glass he saw the torches on the edge of the island.

The torches have been divided into two rows, and the figures cannot be seen clearly, and it can be inferred from the interval between the torches that there are many people, and the torches that are walking in the forefront suddenly shake sharply, as if something is happening, Tarrant asked softly, "Is it the code of the security forces?"

"No," Connorsius stared.

A flame charge makes a short curve, and the torches scatter in all directions.

The distance is too far, only the light can be seen from the tower, it seems that there is a battle over there, it must be intercepted by vampires, they are now the security forces of the hut is just a small team, it is expected that more people will land on the island tonight, Tarrant turned to look at the people in the house, "Katrina, you stay here, Connor and I can repair the hut." ”

"What's wrong?" the mage looked up.

"We'll have to make sure the villagers are safe before the Wilsin chiefs arrive, I'm afraid the vampires will show up. Besides, I can't help with your issues," Tarrant nodded to Connorsius, and the soldier straightened up and walked towards the door.

Kira Veton glanced at Tarrant and stopped at the window, she could always think of something close to the truth.

Tarrant quietly used the sign language of adventurers to make two metaphors: port, battle.

"Throw two troubles to me," the priest chuckled, "gladly to take care of it for you." ”

With the same code phrase, "Keep it as it is," Tarrant walked to the door, "Katrina, don't get out of the castle until we get back, wait here." ”

"Hmm", Catrina searched intently in front of the shelf.

Tarrant walked briskly down the stone steps and out of the passage, where Conasius was already waiting by the patrol wall, and the climbing rope was set up.

"How many vigilantes will there be on the island?" Tarrant asked.

"Subject to the commander's orders," Conausius rolled over and jumped off the wall and quickly descended.

"Can they handle vampires?"

The soldier didn't answer, and he jumped off 6 feet above the ground, "They already know what is going on here." ”

The two of them ran wildly on the rocky slopes, the sound of footsteps became the only rhythm of the night, no fire could be seen and no fighting could be heard, the battle might be over, would the security forces be wiped out?Tarrant struggled to resist the exhaustion, it was already the last darkness before the dawn, those vampires might do their best to stop the security forces, if they succeeded, the second target was the hut, they would not give a respite.

There were two figures in front of one behind one in the silent forest, and the leaves above Tarrant's head did not move in the slightest, and those things were not here, which increased the possibility that they were in the harbor.

Along the way, they all returned to their slumber and they ran past the cemetery, and Gloria disappeared.

The wooden house was isolated in darkness and showed no signs of fighting. Tarrant stared at the window, and he secretly began to worry.

"Who?" shouted a soldier at the window, the silver spearhead waiting sharply, well, the hut was not attacked.

"It's Conasius," Jill said in an agitated voice, "have you found a solution?"

"Don't come out of the house," Conasius didn't give him a superfluous look, and ran straight across the hut into the woods.

"Hold the house, they may appear," Tarrant added to the inexplicable soldiers.

There was a distinct smell in the air as he ran into the village, burning, a large number of torches, Connor repairing his bow and bow, Tarrant pulling out the snow, there was a noise ahead, and he was ready to cast the light.

"All up" a high-pitched male voice.

Torches occupied the shore forming a red line reflected in Tarrant's eyes, nearly a hundred heavily armored soldiers lined up on the beach, a group of priests casting spells on each other, and several human-sized cross-heavy planks on the ground pressed down on several people who were trying to resist, each board was fixed by four or five soldiers.

"Sir" Connasius straightened up, put away his weapon, and saluted a warrior in full armor.

The warrior turned, "Conasius, what's going on on the island?" The heavy armor protected his entire body with only a pair of sharp eyes in his helmet, an exaggeratedly sized two-handed greatsword at his waist, and the Serenzo insignia on his breastplate gleaming.

"The hut has been fortified and fortified in the morning, and the villagers are waiting in the hut, sir," replied Conasius aloud.

"Soldiers, the sins of our citizens will be punished severely," the commander raised his hand.

The soldiers lifted the planks on the ground, and they were vampires, fastened to the planks by chains, and their sharp nails rubbed against the chains to make a heart-wrenching sound.

Tarrant's worries were unfounded, the vigilantes had routed the vampires' attacks and subdued them, they were always just clowns roaming the night, and he walked towards the chief, "These are infected villagers, and the mages of the tower are looking for a solution." ”

The eye in the helmet looked at Tarrant carefully, "Are you a paladin from Siant?"

"Yes", Tarrant felt a strong majesty from the eye contact, which belonged only to the confidence in power.

"I'm Donatello, Sheriff Wilsing, thank you for your help in bringing the tragedy that happened here in time", the armor's gaze didn't show the slightest gratitude, "I'll take care of the rest of the work", before Tarrant could make any indication that the commander had turned to the soldiers, "The first team, the second team searched the island, brought back all the escapees, and the third team brought our citizens back to the village, they no longer need to be afraid of the fourth team, build the lighthouse"

The soldiers quickly divided into several squads and ran towards the village, their movements were in unison, and the other squad that remained by the river began to carry the engineering stones, and the security forces had thought about many aspects, and they were indeed well prepared for the situation here.

"Get moving," Donatello yelled at a few soldiers in the distance, "erect the shelves before dawn" The soldiers worked as they worked, the commander resting his right hand on the hilt of the greatsword, "So, paladin, have you found the mage you want to track?".

"No," Tarrant replied, "he's not here, we're being misled." ”

"Ahh

The vampire's skin was like arid earth, and the rags of his sword-scarred clothes spilled on his body, and the heavily armored soldier had firmly suppressed its strength so that it could not move, and its claws dug deep into the damp earth to dig a mound.

"What are you going to do with these people?" Tarrant vaguely sensed a different outcome than he had expected, and the purpose of the wooden frames was questionable.

"These monsters have already caused serious consequences, and their crimes do not allow them to live one more day", Donatello said sharply with his back to Tarrant, "burn them in front of the villagers, and use their deaths to show justice"

Chapter 62: Firelight