As a scholar, Elam graduated from the Royal Cormier Academy, and his privileged family allowed him to do what he liked instead of running around for a living like most Susars, and since his student days, Elan has been living a very quiet academic life in the library of the Royal Academy.

Elam had served as a staff and adviser to the nobles for many years, as one of the oldest countries in the continent of Feren, the Cormier nobles had a large collection of books, and Elan was also able to browse a large collection of books while serving the nobles, although Elan had not really seen this dark creature, but Elan immediately understood the essence of this beautiful woman in front of him - the Nosferadhu clan, more commonly known as vampires.

Elan forced a few breaths, trying to slow down his beating heart, so that the vampire's keen hearing could hear his abnormality, Elan looked at the reflection of the beautiful woman and her feet again with almost pleading eyes, there was no shadow, Elan couldn't help but wail in his heart.

More and more customers noticed this beautiful woman with a light smile, and Elan gave up his covert observation, and unabashedly pretended to appreciate this wonderful beauty, and Eran secretly rejoiced in his heart that almost all the men in the tavern admired this beauty, either explicitly or implicitly, and his behavior was not too obvious.

While observing, Elan carefully avoided eye contact with women, not only to avoid attracting the woman's attention, but also because vampires have a special ability to manipulate attracted prey through their eyes. This is how many people are bewitched by vampires in a daze, and they lose their lives in vain.

Elan became more and more sure that the woman in front of him was a vampire, her pale skin looked very sexy, as if she had never seen the sun, her slender and white palms hung down very naturally at her sides, Elan did not let go of the woman's sharp nails, Elan knew that this seemingly inconspicuous nail could tear apart the strongest leather armor.

Elan once served in a Cormier nobleman's house famous for hunting vampires, and knew the strength and weakness of vampires very well, visited those time-honored weapons, looked around left and right, Elan was disappointed to find only a few heads of garlic, and some minced onions, the onions were cooked, Elan planned to go to the back kitchen to get a more useful raw onion, and secretly looked at the woman in front of him, this woman looked no different from ordinary people except for her pale skin and no shadow.

This guy is a real vampire, not one of those beastly vampire derivatives. Elan made his own judgment.

The most terrifying thing about vampires is not that they prey on humans, but that the victims who are sucked to death by their blood, if the corpse is not treated, it will become a vampire after a few days, and after a few days, it will become a vampire and resurrected, and it will be overwhelmed by the thirst for blood, and it will completely become a slave of the vampire, a powerful professional, and after being killed by a vampire, it will become a new vampire, and will be dominated by its own perpetrators.

Vampires are very powerful, their strength and speed are outstanding, and they can also turn into violent bats or wolves to fight, and they can use the spell-like ability of vaporizing their bodies for a long time, turning into a transparent mist, except for the use of silver weapons that can really hurt vampires, the wounds caused by other weapons will heal quickly, even if you cut off the head of the vampire and cut the vampire into several pieces, you can't kill the vampire, the vampire can automatically change into a vaporized form, escape back to his coffin, and can fully recover after a day.

Vampires' weaknesses are also very significant, they hate the emblem and garlic, but the emblem and garlic can't really hurt vampires, vampires can't pass through the circle of raw onions, according to the original contract, vampires can't enter private territory, unless they are invited, vampires can only enter public places such as taverns, holy water, stakes inserted into the heart, and sunlight can completely kill vampires, and being thrown into flowing water can also kill vampires.

Hoping that this woman had only come to hunt for food, and that the target was only those who had drunk drunk, Elan endured the anxiety in his heart while searching for a weapon that could be used.

The tavern was still noisy, and the drinkers had no idea that the mortal threat was in front of them, and just as Elan was about to go to the kitchen to find a few raw onions, the brass bell at the door of the tavern rang again, and a tall bodybuilder walked in, followed by two tall men as followers, all three of them wearing warm bearskin coats and mink hats, and they did not look like blonde and blue-eyed Jondas, but rather a rather tall red-haired man, who must have come from the distant Northlands, and the six-foot-tall bodybuilder was estimated to have the blood of the Northland barbarians。

The three people who came in casually glanced at the noisy tavern, and soon noticed the female vampire in front of the bar, and the vampire who was very calm just now stared at the three people who came in behind him with a changed face, and even bowed down, opened his mouth to show his canine teeth, and made a tooth attack motion.

The tall woman glanced at the vampire disappretently, and the tavern drinkers looked at the beautiful woman who looked at her in bewilderment, wondering why the beauty had made such a vulgar move.

A man looked at the female vampire with malice, looked at the soles of the woman's feet, and complained to the tall woman beside him: "Big sister, I have smelled the blood stench on these guys from afar, do we still want to drink here?"

The woman waved her hand nonchalantly, ignoring the female vampire on guard, and sat down on the booth to herself, asking the bartender for a drink in a stiff Jondas: "Three glasses of elven honey." ”

The bartender hurriedly poured the woman expensive elven honey into the glass, and the woman drank most of the honey in the cup in one go, but the other man did not drink, but asked in the Northland dialect rather worriedly: "Sister, are we really not going to obey the orders of the Twenty-two Regiment? They are asking us to create chaos in the south of Cormier and infect some civilians with bestiality." ”

Despite some effort, Elan understood the man's dialect, and Elan congratulated himself on his erudition as he listened to the conversation of the men.

"We must not deliberately let civilians be infected with bestiality, I took my people out of the Supreme Forest in order to pursue freedom, to pursue a happy land that is not discriminated against, and bestials can live freely, although we enjoy a good material life in Sambia, but we can't put the suffering we have suffered on others in order to maintain this life, we have gained strength, but we have lost more, who of you has not had the blood of your relatives on your hands? Who has not lost control of the first time you turned into a beast?" The woman said as she drank her wine.

"Didn't the Twenty-Two have made an agreement with the Steel Regent before, and why do you want us to demolish the Steel Regent?" the first man asked, puzzled.

"Who knows what the big men think? It's time for a banquet in the palace, isn't it?Why do we see so many vampires and genres along the way???," replied the second man.

When it comes to the mysterious vampire king of the Night Mask organization, several people talk about it with a little discoloration, and some people even think that the Night King is a legendary mage who has taken the initiative to become a vampire.

"Whatever they think, let's go back to the camp and look at Peter, I'm the leader of the Beast, and if that rat dares to infect someone else with bestiality, I'll shove that rat's head into his ass! I don't care about the checks and balances of the Twenty-Two Regiment!" the woman said with a sneer.

Elan listened to the words of several people in surprise, and vaguely guessed the identity of the woman, the "beast" of Sambia The leader of the mercenary group, Miles, the leader of the tiger tribe from the Supreme Forest, was originally a nobleman from Neverwinter, was kidnapped by a priest of Mara, the god of hunting, because of his beauty, was deliberately infected with bestiality, and on the wedding night, he bit the priest's throat, and was banished by Neverwinter for the identity of a beast, and became the leader of the tiger tribe of the Supreme Forest, committed to fighting the evil beasts in the Supreme Forest, and finally united several beast tribes to establish a mercenary group in Sambia.

After a few more rounds of wine, the woman said to her companion a little drunkly: "Our bodies are already beasts, so we must guard our hearts and minds so as not to turn ourselves into real beasts, but sometimes our bodies are difficult to control, and at this time we need to distinguish between objects." ”

The woman took off her clothes as she spoke, and the vampire, who had not dared to move, let out a roar of rage, and a stride was about to pounce, and the drinkers were still admiring the woman's undressing, but then they were horrified to find that the woman in the single coat suddenly turned into a huge colorful tiger, easily crushing the vampire under her body, and biting her throat.

The drinkers looked at the giant tiger in front of them and the helpless beauty under the giant tiger, all of them lost their manhood, or their legs trembled and they didn't dare to move, or they screamed and escaped from the tavern, but Elan, who knew the identity of the vampire, breathed a sigh of relief and did not choose to run away, but watched the woman change from the giant tiger to a human again, and slowly put on her clothes, while the female vampire who fell to the ground covered her throat tightly, although the wound was recovering very quickly, she still couldn't move for a short time, and the throat that should have been bleeding only shed a little blood。

"Sure enough, it's a vampire. Elan muttered quietly.

The woman looked at Elan, who had not escaped, in surprise, looked around left and right, and saw a wooden wine glass, broke the glass, and pierced the heart of the female vampire with sharp wooden thorns, the vampire screamed, and the lubricated skin immediately lost its moisture and began to crack, and the body began to wither rapidly, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a pile of ashes.

"It is easy to destroy a thief in the mountains, but it is difficult to destroy a thief in the heart. The woman uttered a Karatu proverb in the Jondas language, glanced at Elam, and left the tavern with her men.