Chapter 330: Vampire's Landmark (Page 1/1)

Morath was originally a dark mage in the standard sense, specializing in curses.

Generally speaking, humans can only choose one of the eight winds of magic and use a certain branch of magical power.

As an elf with the highest magical affinity, a true elven archmage has a very special power, and can unleash any of the eight winds.

Long-term use of a certain wind of magic will lead to the creation of specializations, as well as the dulling or even rejection of other types of magical winds.

Moras, for example, is extremely rejecting the winds of light. I can't be a light mage in my life.

After Martin carried out the Divine Beast Project on her, he had an accident. It seems that the continuous connection actually makes her Heavenly Wind fit stronger. The so-called Heavenly Wind corresponds to the Heavenly Mage. It uses the power of wind and atmosphere, and can call for wind or thunder.

It's also some kind of transformation, or more like a blessing from the gods.

Not to mention Moras, even Martin himself felt thunder for a long time.

Morath was also a blessing in disguise, because Martin was forbidden to use dark magic, and found that Martin had an extraordinary aversion to ugly creatures, she had to choose [Shadow Wind] as the main system, with [Heavenly Wind], and other spell spells.

Sitting on Vimona and shuttling through the clouds, this speed is naturally extremely fast.

Every passenger was amazed that Martin didn't need to look at him, as if he were driving the Golden Ark with blind confidence.

This is not the first time.

In the vast sea, there is no Martin who will get lost.

Gal went to the back cabin to practice his gun, leaving Martin with Sylvie in his arms and whispering on the Golden Throne. Morath knelt down in her seat, thinking wildly. She was shocked to find that she had become addicted to serving Martin.

This fascinated her even more than serving Slenish. She also wondered if she was crazy. But her soul has already belonged to Martin, and even when the God of Chaos has abandoned her, she can only prostrate under Martin's seat.

After taking a closer look at the magic she possessed today, she made a small decision......

The dividing line between the human realm and the vampire's realm of death is very clear.

In the blink of an eye, the ground beneath his feet turned inky black.

Death, withering, decaying, without a trace of life.

There was not even the slightest movement on the pitch-black earth.

Martin knew that this was just a façade, in order to get the orc army out of the way. Orcs are creatures, even omnivorous, and they have to eat.

What can you eat on the territory of the von Kastein family?

Nothing!

Even the bark here is dead wood residue that has been withered for hundreds of years, and there is not a trace of moisture. This doomed the orc army that attacked the von Kastein family to stay for long.

Looking at Duncanhof, which was full of new signs of destruction, Martin sneered.

Moras looked up: "The master guessed right. Vampires are such virtues. They can care less about the outside world, and as long as their strength remains, they can regather an army of dead slaves in the near future and rebuild their glorious castle. ”

Martin raised his eyelids: "Then where do you think a few strong men of the Kastan family will hide?"

Morath immediately uttered the answer she had been thinking about for a long time: "Horror Beast's Lair!"

"Why?"

"The green-skinned orcs believe in the god of blood. They have a natural reverence for everything that is meant to be terrorist, or something like it. The nests of these terrifying undead horrors are often huge caverns filled with the bones of their prey. As long as it is slightly arranged, it is a totem of fear. The greenskins don't have time, and they don't spend much time searching for such places. ”

Morath paused: "Moreover, I have always taught my juniors...... A dark city always needs two landmarks. A conspicuous one that can show its own force. The other is hidden, in the dirtiest and safest place. ”

There are many dirty places, but the Horror Beast's Lair is indeed a good place to be, dirty and safe. Because the Horror Beast, as the top class of the vampire clan, is too strong in itself. And they're incredibly loyal.

If it weren't for Moras's reminder, no one would have thought that a vampire with an unusually clean habit would set the real nest in that kind of place.

The corners of Martin's mouth lifted and he smiled: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being the Founding Sect Master of Dark Magic." ”

Morath bowed her head deeply and whispered, "Master, I am now nothing more than your loyal servant. ”

"Yo! That's a good role change. Martin was a little mischievous, gently hooking Moras's chin, as if tickling the cat's chin.

If it were an ordinary woman, she would probably be angry, bored or something.

Moras, who could be freed from Slanesh's nervous confinement, was extremely sensitive, and when Martin didn't deliberately lock her sense of touch, she felt a wave of pleasure rush to her brain.

"Ahh

"It's a lot of fun!" Martin said with a wicked taste.

Unfortunately, it was almost time to reach her destination, and Martin ignored Morath and asked her to clean up after herself.

Half an hour later, Martin's Vimona had crossed a distance of 2,000 kilometers and finally reached the city that had belonged only to vampires in the past and in the future.

Cruising in the air for two hundred meters, Martin wanted to see if there was a short-sighted enemy who was trying to bombard Vimona.

Nothing!

There was only a dead silence.

Duncanhof City, where magical culture flourishes, is surrounded by dozens of irregular winds of magic, and Martin raised his eyebrows, perhaps this is why the von Kastein family was spared.

The disturbance of the winds of magic greatly interferes with the perception of enemies.

On the battlefield, it is always annihilation that is difficult to defeat.

The von Kastan demigods, who can turn into vampires, are determined to run away, and that guy Geush really can't catch them all, after all, no matter how strong that guy is, he is only a large infantryman.

Martin glanced around Duncanhof, and sure enough, Morath had a point, and if he had been an enemy, he would have focused all his attention on the hall of the once glorious and majestic von Kastein mansion.

It's so eye-catching, looking at the huge seven-story building that even after being damaged by countless scratches and impacts, it still feels like a work of art. It is natural to think of the intrigue between the vampire aristocracy and the living slaves of the von Kastein family, where they are staged.

On the other hand, the landmark described by Morath is also clearly visible, and it stands two streets apart from the mansion, also on the central axis of the city, in the belly of a huge hill on the side of the city.

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