The midnight wind is fast.

"Poof. ”

The blood-colored enchantment was like a soap bubble blown by the wind, suddenly bursting, Yang Ge, who was standing in front of the gate, was stunned, and in the next second, the soul of the berserker was possessed again, and he couldn't wait to fit and crash into the door.

"Bang. ”

The dilapidated gate that was shot by three Gatlings with dense bullet holes was knocked out of a human-shaped hole by Yango, and he ran forward like a mad bull with a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, against the wind!

He knew that if he came in now, it was unlikely that he would be able to participate in the battle, if Andrew and they won, he would come in, that is, a miscellaneous soldier cleaning the battlefield, and if Decula won, he would be killed in an instant.

But he is still running wildly, he is eager to know the outcome of this battle, just like a red-eyed gambler, after pressing his net worth and studding, he is eager to know whether this game is open or idle.

The hole cards were soon opened, and after Yang Ge rushed into the castle, he saw Andrew sitting on the stairs of a tall hall, sipping his pipe.

Player 9 o'clock, Player wins!

Yango's tense nerves relaxed at once, he stopped his rapid pace, let out a long exhale, and then put away his crosssword and walked slowly towards Andrew.

When Andrew saw Yang Ge, his furrowed brows loosened, and a little smile appeared on his pale face, and he beckoned to Yang Ge and motioned for him to come over.

Yang Ge sped up, strode over to Andrew, sat down next to him, and softly shouted "Godfather".

Andrew smiled and bowed his head, "I'm glad to see you the first to step in." ”

Yang Ge heard the meaning of his words, shook his head with a smile and said: "You think highly of me, I am a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, stupid and bold, David They are not cowardly, they just stick to their positions, and they don't know whether to come in or not." ”

Andrew tapped his pipe lightly on the steps, "You don't have to defend them, my people, I know it." ”

Yang Ge is still not used to his way of thinking, he is used to the relationship between Connor Sr. and Dwayne Johnson as equals and mutual assistance, when encountering a certain death, teammates are willing to risk their lives to lend a hand, it is love, cherish feathers and are unwilling to risk death to help, it is duty, no one has the right to dictate other people's lives.

But he didn't distinguish with Andrew anymore, as Andrew said, he knew his own people.

He silently took the initiative to take Andrew's escaped cigarettes and pipes, carefully cleaned up the embers in the pipe, filled a pot with a full pot, and then handed it to Andrew, took out a lighter and lit it for him, and then suddenly said a word.

"Let's smoke less in the future, you're not too young to stand your toss after pot. ”

Andrew looked at the pipe in his hand in surprise, and then at Yang Ge, his silver-gray eyes, which were as clear as the young man's, revealed a hint of nostalgia, as if he was recalling the last time someone asked him to discipline him from smoking.

The height is unbearable, and at Andrew's current level, whether it is strength or status, he can be regarded as one of the few big names in the American West, even if he is named "great", no one will despise him.

It's just that while gaining respect and awe, those heartfelt care and love are also decreasing day by day......

He was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly chuckled, "Hehe, little Arnold, do you know, at my level of life, disease and aging are no longer qualified to threaten my life, as long as I am willing, in another thousand years, ten thousand years, I can still smoke and drink!"

Yang Ge was silent, he knew that this was not an exaggeration, the ultimate form of the death mage was the immortal lich!

Thinking of this, he reached out and grabbed a small handful of tobacco from Andrew's tobacco, then tore a page from the small sketchbook in his inner pocket, rolled up the tobacco, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"Good goods, beautiful!"

Andrew looked at him interestingly, "You were still persuading me to smoke less just now, why did you smoke it again?"

Yang Ge shook the ashes of his cigarette, held his forehead, and whispered very melancholy: "I just remembered that it seems that as long as I don't die, I should be able to live a long, long time......"

He has vampire blood in his body, and vampires are a well-known long-lived race, even if they are not immortal, but vampires who have lived for two or three hundred years are everywhere, and Dracula has lived for seven or eight hundred years and is still fierce?

"Hahaha... Ahem... Hahaha......" Andrew laughed heartily with a cigarette, quite a sense of relief that "I am not alone".

When a homemade cigarette was finished, Yang Ge finally asked the question in his heart, "Dracula, is he dead?"

Andrew shook his head and said slowly: "No, escape, a dark creature of the level of Dracula is actually equivalent to a demigod, it is very difficult to defeat it, if you want to kill him completely, it is even more Biden."

By the way, you don't know yet, Dracula's true rank is not the earl level, in its own words, it is infinitely close to the duke level in its heyday, that is, it is equivalent to our quasi-sixth-level witcher. ”

Yang Ge was very disappointed in his heart, but he didn't have a good expression, so he had to shake his head dullly, "This time I let it escape, and if I want to kill it again, it will be difficult!"

Andrew gently rubbed the top of Yang Ge's head like a puppy, and said gently: "Don't be discouraged, my child, although we failed to kill it completely this time, we also used up its last essence, and what it escaped this time was only a few drops of golden blood in its heart, and it should be weaker than a newborn baby now."

If it is lucky, it can find a safe dark corner to lick its wounds alone, maybe two or three hundred years later, it will be able to regain its strength in its heyday, if it is unlucky, it may be pecked directly by passing vultures!"

The not-so-funny joke cheered Yang Ge up, "It's so weak now, don't you have a way to track it?"

Andrew frowned and shook his head slightly, "It's a pity that my child, this time we were able to track it down because it was severely injured by the Son of Christ, and it urgently needed the blood of the strong to heal its injuries, not so much that we tracked it, but that it deliberately released news to lure us in." ”

After a pause, he said softly, "Its only mistake should be that it didn't expect to attract me." ”

should be very proud and arrogant, Andrew said it in an unusually calm tone, but the strong confidence revealed in it made Yang Ge feel dizzy, a bit of the meaning that when those star chasers in the Sunshine Era suddenly met their idols, they had the meaning of glazing when they saw everything.

Yes, Dracula's wishful thinking is very loud, in fact, if it weren't for Andrew and his Hand of Dawn Demon Hunter Regiment, any team of witches in the Eight Dawn Camps in the West would deliver food to Dracula, and Dracula would give a five-star review.

There is a sense of déjà vu when fishing for a man-eating shark.

Yang Ge stopped talking, but Andrew took the initiative to grab a pinch of tobacco and handed it to Yang Ge, "What are your plans next, if you don't have any good plans, I hope you can join the Hand of Dawn." ”

Yang Ge didn't rush to answer, he took the cigarette silently, then tore off a piece of sketch paper and rolled the cigarette, and smoked slowly.

Andrew wanted him to join the Hand of Dawn, he guessed it in the Hand of Dawn yesterday, and he insisted on leaving, just because he didn't want to have any bad conflicts with Andrew because of this matter.

Andrew is his savior, his godfather, and from this point of view, he respects and loves Andrew, just like the old Connor he respects and loves, and if he can, he is willing to run errands for Andrew and give him a hand.

But the worldview that Connor Sr. has forged for him for more than ten years, making him understand that he and Andrew have a conflict of ideas, and this conflict is only suitable for gentlemen's friendships.

Connor Sr. and Andrew worked together to hunt demons during the Sunny Age, but they parted ways after the Dark Ages came, which is the best example of this.

It's just that the old Connor can make it clear with Andrew face to face with the gong and the drum, but he is a junior, but it is difficult to say it clearly, even if Westerners have a very vague concept of "generation".

"Godfather, I'm sorry, Daddy's whereabouts are unknown, William is home alone, I'm worried, I have to rush back to take care of him. ”

Andrew sighed lightly, smacked his pipe and said softly: "I have to admit that although that savage bear blind man is not a good teacher, he is a very good father, and he has educated you very well...... Again, no matter what you choose, I'm proud of you!"

Yang Ge breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Andrew turned around and shouted as he cleaned up the battlefield in the temple, "Caesar, take Dracula's sword." ”

Yang Ge followed Andrew's gaze towards the hall, and suddenly saw a face in the vampire corpse there, a pale, young, evil face that had appeared countless times in his nightmares.

His pupils narrowed suddenly, and his eyes were completely dull.

The handsome knight Caesar stepped out with a gorgeous crosssword glowing with a faint blood glow, and stood behind Andrew like a javelin.

Andrew pointed to the gorgeous cross sword to Jango, and said to Jango: "The little pet before was taken in by yourself, I just helped you solve the sequelae, it is not a real gift, and I will give this sword to you when I am about to leave." ”