The wind rises.

A drop of cold liquid gently hit Yang Ge's face with the wind, he reached out and wiped it, and the viscous touch told him that it was blood!

He stopped his advance, and looked around with his sword, and saw corpses lying all over the ground, and the stumps and corpses were like tree roots crisscrossing the forest, rendering the land in the dark night like an asura!

Looking at this bloody picture, Yang Ge suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and an indescribable fear surrounded him, and he almost didn't dare to breathe......

The cruelty of war made him tremble!

It took him a few minutes before he eased his momentum and slowly exhaled a breath of hot air that was more than a foot long.

He turned his head, and finally his gaze fell on Laifu, watching it lie on the ground and munch happily in the middle of a corpse, and he suddenly felt a little envious of the thing.

As long as there is food to eat, you will be very happy, there will be no troubles, no hatred, and no pressure......

I don't know why, he suddenly felt very tired at this moment, as if every part of his body was sending signals of "soreness" and "overdraft" to his brain, as if the battle just now had consumed all his energy.

He missed the warm hot water at home and the soft big bed that belonged to him like never before, and he thought about it for a long time, but he didn't remember the last time he had a good rest.

It seems that it is time to retreat......

The bitter hatred for the Dracula family drove him like a clockwork machine, frantically killing all the way from Daly City to here, every minute and every second of his sober consciousness was thinking about how to challenge this behemoth dark family, thinking about how to fight and how to kill.

He longs to fight until he dies, ignoring that he is only flesh and blood, not a machine!

The desperate battle just now had already vented all the hatred and anger accumulated in his chest, and the intellectual hatred and hatred for the dark creatures were no longer enough to support him to continue to fight to the death like this.

He looked up at the castle, which looked like a monster in the darkness, and decided not to go inside.

He is self-aware, knowing that the battle inside is no longer something he can participate in, the Hand of Dawn is so powerful, there is not much more of him, and there is no less of him.

He sat down on the spot, habitually reached out and touched his body, only to remember that the cigarette on his body had already been smoked.

"Hey, buddy!"

A figure walked out of the forest in front of the castle gate and waved at Yang Ge from afar.

Yang Ge knew that this person should be one of the Hand of Dawn witchers who controlled Gatling, so he smiled and waved his hand, "Hey, buddy, you played well tonight!"

The man walked slowly towards him and said with a smile: "You are also very good at fighting, and you have helped us share a lot of pressure." ”

The communication between witchers is very similar to that of soldiers in the Sunshine Age, even if they are not in the same unit, they can quickly become good friends after a battle...... Except for a few nervous and withdrawn witchers.

Yangge: "Do you have any cigarettes? I'm done with cigarettes!"

The man: "Are you used to smoking cigars?"

Yang Ge stood up and shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "It's better than nothing!"

A thumb-thick cigar spun and flew over, and Yang Ge reached out and caught it accurately.

The man said enviously: "Vampires' night vision is awesome!"

Yang Ge didn't say a word, picked up the knife and cut off the two ends of the cigar seal, then took out the silver limited edition Zhibao lighter, lit it rudely, took a puff, and habitually inhaled the smoke into his lungs.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"Hahaha......" the man laughed, laughing heartily, "cigars are not smoked like this, the smoke should be slowly inhaled into the throat, brewed for a while, and then slowly exhaled, so that you can enjoy the beauty of the cigar." ”

It wasn't until he walked in that Yang Ge saw the person clearly.

It was a handsome white man with a vicissitudes of life, no firearms or a tactical vest, but a steel bust embossed with the Hand of Dawn logo on his left chest, and two dark bush machetes hanging from his waist.

The witchers of the Hand of Dawn seem to be more inclined towards cold weapons and retro armor.

He walked in front of Yang Ge, the wind he brought up as he walked exuded a strong smell of blood, and a strong war maniac momentum rushed Yang Ge's vest cold, almost bursting into a cold sweat.

But Yang Ge knew that this was not that he was deliberately using his momentum to suppress himself, but that he couldn't restrain his breath after the bloody battle, and the old Connor would sometimes go home with such a bloody breath in the past, and Yang Ge and William would feel frightened across the floor.

This man is very powerful!

Yang Ge took the initiative to reach out his hand, "Kano Scott!"

The big hand that had been covered with calluses held Yang Ge's hand, and the amazing heat from the palm made his heart jump again, "Haha, I know your name is Kano, and I was the one who brought you back to the camp from the werewolf corpse the day before yesterday...... David Smith. ”

The hearty laughter washed away a lot of the pressure he put on Yang Ge, Yang Ge said with a cigar in his mouth and a smile: "It turns out that you saved me the day before yesterday, so I have to thank you well!"

David's smile grew brighter and brighter, "You're a poor ghost, how can you thank me?"

Yang Ge pretended to be surprised and exclaimed: "Damn, I wasn't dead at that time, and you actually touched the corpse?"

David shrugged, "How did I know you had vampire blood, you were missing several pieces of flesh at that time, and blood flowed all over the ground, and it was impossible for a normal person to survive." ”

The subtext is "You're not normal at all!"

Yang Ge touched his left shoulder, he remembered that before he fell unconscious the day before yesterday, a werewolf tore a large piece of flesh from his left shoulder, "According to what you say, I should still be grateful for this damn vampire bloodline?"

David sat down and leisurely took out a cigarette case, taking out a cigar and cigar cutter from it, "From the fact that you can still stand and brag to me, you should indeed be grateful for the vampire blood in your body." ”

Yang Ge smiled and changed the topic directly, "Didn't they all say that the vampires of the Dracula family are very strong, why are these cowardly cowards killed today?"

After David slowly spit out a smoke ring, he actually said a sentence that made Yang Ge messy in a mouthful of Beijing film Chinese, "The people's hearts are scattered, and the team is not easy to bring!"

This guy turned out to be a Huaxia Tong!

Yang Ge became interested, and shouted in Chinese: "Oh buddy, Beijing dialect is quite slippery!"

He grew up in BJ Hutong Skewers, and immigrated to the United States with his parents when he was 5 years old.

David looked at Yang Ge strangely, "Huaxia?"

Yang Ge pouted angrily, "Do I look like an island country devil and a Goryeo stick?"

David looked at it seriously and shook his head, "You Orientals all look the same!"

Yang Gexin said that in the eyes of our Orientals, your crooked nuts still look the same!

After a pause, David suddenly sighed and sighed, "Huaxia is a good place, there are no guns, no drugs, no products, the supermarket is open 365 days a year, and the beauties are super enthusiastic...... It's a pity that I can't go to that beautiful country again!"

Yang Ge sat down and asked curiously, "Have you lived in BJ for a long time?"

David nodded, "I worked in the American Embassy in BJ for three years, and after returning to China after the expiration of the term, I was planning to find a Chinese wife to obtain a Chinese green card, and the cold wave broke out......"

This is fresh, Yang Ge only knows that there were many Chinese people who wanted to come to the United States back then, and it turned out that there were also Americans who wanted to immigrate to China?

Yang Ge really wanted to talk to David about his motherland, but sitting in a corpse, it was obviously not a good time to talk about this, so he could only continue the topic just now, "What do you mean when you just said 'people's hearts are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead'?"

David glanced at Yang Ge in surprise again, "You don't know? Dracula's damn old bastard was severely injured by the Son of Christ, and has fallen into a deep sleep, and I don't know if he can wake up or not, in this case, it is strange that those vampires and werewolves in the castle can maintain their fighting spirit, and this castle is just a peripheral stronghold of the Dracula family, and the vampires and werewolves stationed there are not the elite of the Dracula family at all." ”

"Christ the Son?"

Yang Ge was confused, it was the first time he heard this name, and he was about to ask, suddenly, there was an angry scream from inside the ancient castle, and in the next second, a faint layer of blood gushed out from the depths of the ancient castle, which quickly enveloped the entire ancient castle, and the entire ancient castle seemed to come alive at once.

David was so shocked that he jumped up as if he was burning his buttocks, and cursed in a gaffe of rage: "Damn, that old son of a bitch has woken up, no, no, this must be a trap, it was not hit hard by the Son of Christ at all, bastard......"