There is a famous saying in the Sunshine Age that I don't know if it counts as a famous saying: the butt determines the head, and saying where a person sits often determines the angle and scope of his thinking.

If the description of this sentence is specified as a witcher, it should be changed to read: The level of strength determines the head.

With Yango's current strength, facing a famous high-ranking vampire like Dracula, he felt terrified, trembling with fear, and wanted to run away in fear.

Yes, just because he has the courage to challenge Dracula doesn't mean he's not afraid, and the fear in his heart can be seen from the fact that he didn't feel like he could go back alive in the first place.

This is not that Yang Ge is timid and undetermined, on the contrary, he dared to come even though he knew that he would die, which is enough to prove Yang Ge's courage and will.

Those who want to commit suicide and those who dare to commit suicide are completely two different concepts!

At this moment, Yang Ge sat outside the gate of the ancient castle, and he felt as if time had been infinitely extended, every minute and every second seemed so difficult, and his heart was like a murderer waiting for the verdict to be announced.

And Andrew, who was in the castle, was very calm about Dracula's awakening, and he could even light a pot of tobacco and wait leisurely for Dracula to finish sucking blood and jump out of the coffin by himself.

This is not because his courage is greater than Yang Ge and his will is firmer than Yang Ge, but simply because his strength is stronger than Yang Ge!

It's just that the gap between Jango and Dracula, and the gap between Jango and him Andrew, is very small......

Maybe Deculla in his heyday, he is still not enough, but at least, after Deculla's serious injury, he is confident that the gap will be very small!

Jango may know better than Andrew how perverted vampires' recovery abilities are, but Andrew knows better than Jango how difficult it is to heal in a short period of time after being seriously injured at their level of strength.

There may be a miracle medicine that can heal for a while, but at least, the blood of those miscellaneous fish is not worthy of being called a miracle medicine, even if it is in large amounts!

Quantitative change can cause qualitative change, but one or two hundred trash fish together will not evolve into sharks, and the gap between the third and fourth orders is not only the difference in the strength level, but the difference in the life level!

A hundred second-level dark creatures may be able to kill a third-level demon hunter, but a thousand third-level dark creatures side by side can't kill a fourth-level witcher!

This is not an exaggeration, but a fact...... If a fourth-level demon hunter wants to leave, no matter how many third-level dark creatures can't stop it, and once he grasps the initiative of fighting or leaving, the number will lose its meaning!

waited until the black coffin had swallowed up all the blood, and then Andrew stepped up to the edge of the black coffin, knocked on the door and knocked on the coffin lid with his pipe, but where the pipe fell, there were several gray ripples, twisted together with the black mist around the coffin, rolling and inseparable.

"I said, it's time to get up, it's not a good habit to lie in bed!"

"Knock ......" the old man's complaint came from the black coffin, "My coffin is from the hands of a famous family, it is very precious, and there are only a few in the entire blood clan." ”

"I'm sorry," Andrew said apologetically, stretching out Anubis' hand and stroking the white mark from his pipe, "I didn't know this coffin was your beloved thing." ”

But where the hand of Anubis fell, the fangs that came to life scattered in horror, lest they be touched by the hand of Anubis.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, really, can't you be considerate of an old man's sleepy little hobby?"

The old man's voice came from the coffin again, still in the same complaining tone.

Changing the time and place, it is a sense of déjà vu of an old man next door forcibly calling an old friend to get up and play cards, and there is a little bit of cuteness of an old naughty boy, which makes people laugh.

Just fixed the identities of the two old men as the first and fourth level witches in the west, the necromancer Andrew, and the famous vampire Count Dracula, and then turned the bed into an evil coffin with great visual impact, I'm afraid that no one will laugh!

Andrew stepped back lightly, and there was a hint of "interest" in his eyes as he stared at the coffin.

The coffin opened, with a long, tooth-aching "squeak", and then a tattered and terrifying figure was seen sitting up from the coffin.

Tattered, not to the tattered clothes, but to the tattered body!

Half of the body is charred black after being burned by the fire, the other half shows the scarred pink skin of the burn patient recovering from it, and there is a palm-sized hole in the chest, through which you can even see the slow-beating red heart!

Such a body, wherever it appears in human society, will bear the same name: corpse!

But in fact, this "corpse" not only sat up on its own, but also stretched out very gracefully, as if it had just woken up.

"Tsk......" Andrew shook his head and exclaimed, "It's miserable!"

The "corpse" turned his head, looked at Andrew with a pair of gorgeous ruby eyes, and suddenly smiled, "Are you afraid?"

Andrew's expression was as usual, seemingly unmoved, "What am I afraid of?"

The "corpse's" smile grew stronger, tugging at the charred cheeks, cracking to reveal scarlet flesh, but no blood flowed out, "You may be an upright witcher in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of those madmen, you, like me, are heretics who must be burned at the stake...... Today's me is tomorrow's you!"

Andrew's expression still didn't change, and even the twelve Dawn Hand Witchers below didn't show any strange looks, looking like they knew it for a long time, but it also looked like they didn't care at all.

"Tomorrow's business, leave it to tomorrow, now, I'm a witcher, you're a vampire!"

"Really?" The smile on the corpse's face didn't change, and he shook his head, "Do you know why I was able to create the First Blood Family other than the Thirteen Origin Families of the Blood Clan?"

Andrew looked at him slightly, "I don't think I care about this." ”

"No, no, no...... What I want to tell you is that the reason why I was able to create the first blood family outside the thirteen origin families of the blood clan is not because of how noble my bloodline is, but because I am the first and only one after the great ancestor of the blood clan, His Majesty Cain, who degenerated into a vampire because of blasphemy, so the earl level is not the end of my power, but the starting point, when I was in my heyday, my strength was infinitely close to the Duke level, converted to your Demon Hunter level, it should be, quasi-sixth level!"

"So what?" Andrew frowned deeply, "If you want to scare me away, I'm afraid you have the wrong idea, just with the little blood you just sucked, it would be very good that you could exert the strength of the fourth high-level!"

"No, no, no...... You still don't understand what I mean!" The corpse still shook his head, then pointed at himself, "I was quasi-sixth in my prime, but do you know how long it took His Highness the Holy Son to teleport from Jerusalem to beat me to the way I am now......? I don't think we should be enemies, we should be allies!"

"Hehe......" Andrew suddenly smiled, "It's a very unique way to beg for mercy, then, may I ask, what kind of experience is it for you, who are quasi-sixth, to beg for mercy from me at the fourth intermediate level!"

"In fact......" "Corpse" shrugged his shoulders, his tone was slightly helpless, "It's disgusting, if I were three hundred years younger, I would definitely try my best to consume the blood in my heart and suck you all into dry corpses!"

Andrew smiled and shook his head, "Holding an olive branch in one hand and a gun defending it in the other is not a good way to beg for mercy." ”

"So!" "Corpse" stopped smiling and looked at Andrew very seriously, "What price do I need to pay to avoid this unnecessary war?"

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