In another valley, Thousand Nights crouched in the grass, looking through the gaps between the blades of grass as the Blood warriors searched for advance not far away. The Blood warrior kicked and broke the thread, which pulled the mechanism, and the tin foil bag burst open, and a bright silver flame ignited.

The Blood Warrior reacted faster, and as soon as the flash of light lit up, he turned his head and closed his eyes to dodge, and his eyes were not seriously injured. And he quickly retreated, and only then did he open his eyes and begin to search for enemies hiding in the shadows.

Qianye didn't give him this buffer, and when the Blood Clan warrior retreated, he jumped up and waved out a tin foil bag. When the Blood Clan warrior opened his eyes, what he saw was the tin foil bag a few meters away in front of him, and then Qianye pulled the silk thread in his hand, and a flash of light lit up in front of the Blood Clan warrior again!

The Blood Warrior finally got hit, and he screamed and instinctively covered his eyes.

Qianye took out Cole's pistol, clenched it with both hands, and steadily maintained each timely reset in the strong recoil, shooting all seven bullets in the magazine in one go.

All the bullets poured on the hands and face of the Blood Warrior, but none of them could penetrate his eyes, and the two bullets in the jaw were embedded in the jawbone and failed to penetrate the bone.

Qianye's heart is cold, such a strong body!

At this distance, gunpowder weapons cannot penetrate, that is the physique of a high-level warrior of the blood clan, that is to say, a guy that only a black scorpion veteran can contend with! If Qianye encounters a high-level blood warrior, there is no chance of winning a head-to-head duel.

However, judging from the strength of the Dark Force and the speed of the reaction to battle, this blood clan is indeed only at the level of a second-level soldier. Could it be that he has some special and powerful talent? Qianye's mind was spinning, and he didn't hesitate to pull the last trigger in his hand.

The Blood Clan warriors were bombarded and retreated continuously, and they kept screaming. The bullets were all coated in silver, and as soon as they entered the body, they began to corrode the flesh. But Qianye knew that his bullets were just cheap silver-plated bullets, and the real sterling silver bullets were military-controlled materials, and he couldn't get them. The silver-plated bullet made the Blood Clan's warrior's injuries worse, and it was not fatal.

Thousand Nights pounced, shook in front of the Blood Warrior, and then circled behind him like a ghost, slamming the silver-coated saber into the back of his heart, stabbing through the heart, and then quickly retreating.

The Blood warrior let out a terrible trombone and struggled for a while, before finally falling headlong.

Chiya finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt a deep tiredness. The battle lasted for a short time, but it consumed nearly half of his Force. He had exhausted all his skills and means, and after continuous plotting, he had obtained this result.

But the few screams of this Blood Clan warrior should have spread far away, and the other Blood Clans are bound to be vigilant, and it will not be so easy to simply sneak attack.

Senya continued to examine the corpse, and in the Blood Warrior's personal pocket, he found a badge made of gold with a crescent moon and the mark of a scepter engraved on it. Qianye had never seen this mark, perhaps the coat of arms of some ancient family.

Qianye put away the badge and pulled out some crystal coins that were common in the dark race, and collected them as well.

Finally, Qianye pried off the pair of blood-sucking fangs.

This time he took a closer look. The fangs were longer than he had found in his previous low-level Blood Warriors, and were more delicate and crystalline, with slightly wider holes for sucking blood and injecting venom. Taken together, these small differences allow Chiya to confirm that this is not an ordinary bloodline, but a high-level vampire warrior.

But a high-level warrior would suddenly drop in strength for nothing, from level six to level two, presumably for another reason, perhaps related to the fact that the night pupil was hunted down.

Qianye thought about it, didn't clear his traces, only made adjustments to one or two of them, and quietly left.

Two high-ranking warriors were killed one after another, and the bloodline with the title would definitely not let go of the hunter easily. Then these traces can leave some clues for that blood clan bigwig, thus misleading his judgment of Thousand Nights' combat power.

There is also the scent of a thousand nights left in these traces, which a keen vampire can easily trace from these scents. That's what Thousand Nights is for. His real target is the big man of the blood clan!

In the distance, the night pupil was slightly surprised, and the shackles of the blood chain were broken again. She now felt that maybe she should take a closer look at this little guy named Qianye. Although he is weak enough, he is obviously cunning enough. Just taking out two elite Blood Clan warriors in a row can be compared to a seasoned vampire hunter.

About half an hour after Qianye left, a handsome young man stood in the valley, frowning at the corpse of the Blood Clan warrior. Behind him, there were four Blood Clan warriors, all of whom were a little trembling at the moment.

The man was dressed in an evening gown, slim, tuxedo, bow tie and lace of a linen shirt, meticulously in every detail, as if he was going to a drinking party. In the light of the blood moon, his riding boots shone exceptionally.

He turned his head to look at a middle-aged Blood Clan warrior behind him, and said with a sneer: "This is the elite warrior you have cultivated?

The Blood Warrior whispered, "Lord Wilde, they have been suppressed by the shackles of the Blood Chain. ”

Wilde pointed to the wound in the back of the corpse's heart, and said with a sneer: "Even if they suppress the force, there are two levels! Don't tell me, the elite warriors you've cultivated for decades can't even beat a human of the same level! Are you going to tell me that the little hairy kid hiding in the town and opening a bar is actually a warrior of the Broken Winged Angel? Or is it from a few other elite legions? such as the Shining Sword, the Red Scorpion, or the Flame Blade?"

Under repeated questioning, several Blood Clan warriors were speechless.

Wilde sneered for a while, and then said, "This fellow must die!" I'll take care of him myself!"

The captain of the warrior was taken aback, and hurriedly persuaded, "Your Excellency, you still have to deal with the night pupil!"

Wilde said proudly: "It's okay, she can't run." Even if she is waiting for me with that guy, do you think that a second-level human can influence the battle between me and her?"

Wilde glanced at the four Blood Warriors, and was about to say something, but suddenly looked to the west, slowly revealed a somewhat distorted smile, and said, "Ah, look what kind of message that wonderful Holy Blood Breath has brought to us! Is she trying to join forces with that kid, with a second-level human?"

Wilde particularly accentuated the term secondary.

The Captain of the Blood Clan stubbornly said, "Your Excellency, please be careful!"

"Be careful?" Wilde's smile grew hideous, "even if I don't catch the night pupil, she won't be able to escape." There are also some big dogs that are not so likable and are just around the corner. It's a paradise for them!"

"Wolves?

Wilde coldly interrupted the captain's words: "I received an order to bring the night pupil back, but I didn't say whether it was alive or dead!"

Wilde did not intend to act with these four fighters, and in his opinion, these guys who were suppressed to the second level would only drag themselves back. Although he is also a part of the blood chain shackles, he still has a fifth-level strength, which is on par with the night pupil.

In the battle between him and the night pupil, there was no room for second-level small bugs to participate. However, he doesn't mind killing the little bug before fighting the night pupil, which will make him happy, and it may also make the night pupil less happy.

The mere thought of the little bug moaning in a pool of blood gave Wilde an irrepressible sense of pleasure.

Soon, however, Wilde discovered that the hunt was not pleasant, very unpleasant.

Wilde followed the scent until he stopped in front of the wreck of a huge warship, and his face turned extremely ugly.

The wreckage of the giant ship in front of him is 100 meters high and more than 1,000 meters long, and it is the main warship of the Kuafu type, the main force of the Terran after the Dawn War. Now it's crashed here, and it's the ruins of a small city.

That little bug was obviously very cunning, otherwise it wouldn't have chosen this place as a hiding place.

Looking at the filthy surroundings and smelling the pungent smell of metal and other materials that had not been emitted for many years, Wilde touched his tormented nose and smiled wryly and slipped into a power pipe.

The Kwafu type of battleship lives up to its name, and the power duct alone can make people bend forward.

Wilde stooped over the huge power pipe for a long time, until he reached the other exit, only to realize that the clue that had drawn him over was nothing more than a scrap of clothing. But the taste here is already much fresher, and it won't take more than twenty minutes for that little guy to leave.

Wilde immediately sprinted after him. He was so fast that it was hard to see, like a phantom through the wasteland.

After a moment, Wilde suddenly stopped, and his face became even more ugly. He could feel that little guy was hiding ahead now. It seems that this is the battlefield chosen by the little guy for the decisive battle, although in Wilde's eyes, this should be said to be the cemetery chosen by the other party for himself.

On the other side of the battlefield, the night pupil also arrived. Both she and Wilde were able to sense each other's presence, but now, her face was no better than Wilde's.

The decisive battle site chosen by Thousand Nights is the largest ruin and garbage dump near Lighthouse Town.

In addition to all kinds of garbage, there were several abandoned factories and huge warship wrecks scattered everywhere. Once a floatship graveyard before the Empire evacuated, this area has gradually accumulated over the centuries into a complex mountain of garbage.

This kind of place is worse than hell for the high-ranking blood clans who are born with a habit of cleanliness and an extremely keen sense of smell.

Wilde's face was extremely ugly, but it was impossible for him to give up the pursuit of Thousand Nights. Two high-ranking Blood Clan warriors have died at the hands of Thousand Nights, and as their boss, it is Wilde's responsibility to wash away the shame.

"Little worm, you'd better hide yourself tightly!, don't let me find you!" muttered Wilde, finally stepping into the junkyard.