Ghouls, to put it bluntly, are creatures, they are not magical creatures, and they are not like witches. According to the mage's research, the origin of this creature may have predated humans. In some literature, they are mentioned as depraved of the elves, driven out of their group because they have stolen flesh and blood and deviated from tradition, and have been controlled by the thirst for blood, and have become beasts in search of meat all their lives. There are also legends that say that their birth is related to vampires, and that a wrong transformation ritual has created these monsters that are completely different from the bloodline, and that ghouls are the opposite of vampires in temperament and image. This is also the reason why the BloodClan never admits that they have anything to do with ghouls.

However, based on Clarke's manuscript that Cheese saw in the Greytower Library, perhaps neither of these guesses is correct. Ghouls are a wonderful species, and although they feel as brutal as sharks on land, they have a subtle trait that, unlike sharks that are not picky eaters, ghouls must be food sources intelligent creatures. This is not to say that they do not eat the flesh of livestock or other animals, but in the recipe of ghouls, the flesh and blood of all other animals are just side dishes to quench the thirst for blood, and their main meal must be humans, elves, dwarves, or other species that can think and have a civilization for the most part.

Civilized Sweeper, this is the name for a ghoul that the mage saw in a certain literature. They are like indicators used to determine whether a race's civilization is qualified to survive, and they have existed since ancient times. Interestingly, there is no shortage of thinking races among the ghoul races, such as the Soul Keepers, but these monsters have never established a kingdom or regime of their own, and they seem to be content to be parasitic vines in the trees of other races. Contrary to their blood-eating nature, ghouls are almost absolute in their inertia to positions of power.

As a result, Cheese did not expect to face a rebellion that they would one day. However, there is no doubt about the current situation, and the news received from Lothar's mouth and the actions of the devil mentioning the broker point the finger at the Edward family, who have contributed the most to the defense of the royal capital, and have been determined to take control of the city at the instigation of the devil.

"Howl!" roared angrily from the ghouls who had finally escaped from the thorns in front of the docklands and the small bridge in the main city, their completely red eyes staring at Lothar standing on the bridge, and a large amount of saliva flowed from the gaps between the teeth protruding from their lips. The Count of Montenegro looked at the enemy under the bridge by the moonlight, and he moved the muscles in his neck. "I said these guys wouldn't be reliable allies, just look at their patriarchs. ”

"Lothar, can you deal with these guys?" asked Cheese from behind, having relieved Elsa's leg pain with precision in a short period of time. Now the proprietress has initially regained the ability to move.

The Count glanced back at the mage, who knew what the cheese question meant. And as a proud warrior, his answer was also natural, "Ah, of course it is more than enough." Go about your business, none of these guys will be able to leave today. The wizard nodded, and he turned to look at the nervous webworm next to him, and pulled out a short knife made of unknown creature bones from his gray robe. "It's not as good as a witch hunting knife, but this thing can hurt them. With that, Cheese threw the bone knife into the mercenary's hand. The networm took the weapon and waved it casually in his hand to confirm the weight and balance of the bone knife, while nodding his head to the mage in thanks.

Cheese didn't say anything more, recited a few syllables quickly, and then waved at Lothar and the networm, and a little blue light appeared on them. "Without me casting spells consistently, this protection wouldn't be around for long. Try to get it as quick as possible. After speaking, the mage took Elsa's hand and left the other side of the bridge without looking back.

The ghouls didn't want their prey to let go, and almost as they began to move, the guy who rushed to the front jumped to his feet, seeing that the posture was trying to get past Lothar and pounce directly on the mage!"Hmph!" Before the count could make a move, the mercenary flicked her sleeve, and a small throwing knife carved into the shape of a spider's fangs flew out of her hand, stabbing deep into the ghoul's chest until it was out of the handle.

Whether this throwing knife can really hurt the monster is not mentioned for the time being, but the power contained in it and the networm grasp the delicate timing successfully made the ghoul's leap fall early. The body that had lost power in the air fell straight down, and waiting for the landing point was the sharp blade in the lion's mouth in Hearn's hand!"Poof!" Without screaming, the battle axe in Lothar's hand swung in a smooth arc, and it was not until the unlucky man's head rolled down straight in front of his other companions that the monster's headless corpse fell limply. "The first, but it won't be the last one tonight. The Count of Montenegro raised his foot and kicked the ghoul's body off the bridge. "Hey, that's the amulet my mother gave me!, I haven't pulled it out of that guy yet!" Before Lothar's words could be finished, the networm had already put his finger through the gap in the armor and twisted it hard on the Count. "Hey, I'll just catch it for you when I'm done. The latter gasped and quickly begged for mercy.

There was no time to speak to the two of them during the battle, "Roar!" The death of his companion did not deter the ghouls, driven by the frenzy of eating, they did not care about the blades in front of them, these monsters pushed each other and rushed up from under the bridge! Lothar was short, and there was no fear in his eyes in the face of a large number of opponents, he was the Count of Montenegro, one of the most powerful warriors in this kingdom. "Montenegro!" the Count called out his family's name, his hands gripping the handle of the tomahawk, but instead of waving Hearn's hand, he leaned sideways and slammed the attacker's mouth with his low center of gravity and the heavy iron plate on his shoulder!

Fangs against iron armor, and with a clattering sound, the hapless ghoul found that he could no longer feel his teeth. "Looks like you're going to have to find a dentist!" said the Earl, smirking, pleased with his masterpiece. He knew very well that if he attacked with the axe blade, then he might be able to take down one or two enemies who rushed to the front, but he would definitely be knocked down by the follow-up opponents because he couldn't catch the move, so Lothar cleverly chose another tactic. With both hands, he slammed his opponent's jaw with the counterweight hammer at the bottom of the hilt of Hearn's Hand axe, sending the ghoul's entire body flying backwards!

"Howl!" Just as Lothar was cooking the first enemy, the ghouls who followed had already swooped in from the Count's right side. However, the experienced warrior had already prepared, and the battle axe that struck the first opponent did not stop, and continued to swing the trajectory, the blade of the axe from left to right, like a ghoul deliberately cooperating with Lothar's slash, and was sturdy and slashed!

"Get out of here!" As a mercenary with a lot of combat experience, the networm flew up and kicked the enemy in a vain attempt to attack Lothar's back in the ribs, forcing the opponent's hands to hang down to protect her organs. But the mercenary's attack didn't end there, unlike the Earl, who was accustomed to opening and closing, the networm in leather armor enjoyed less protection and was more agile in its movements. Her first kick was just a prelude, and the second punch to the back of the head was the real kill!"Touch!" The iron-clad riding boots made a dull thud as they hit the ghoul's head, and the hapless man fell to the ground decisively and fainted.

"What a blow!" Lothar turned his head just in time to see the networm make a move, and the mercenary's toned figure was as charming as a fighting Valkyrie in the moonlight. But the networm didn't take the earl's affection, and the bone knife in her hand was handed out to Lothar's ear, stabbing into the palm of another ghoul. "Concentrate on fighting!" said the mercenary to the Count with a somewhat annoyed tone.