The bloodthirsty beast let out a wail and knelt down in pain, viscous pus and blood gushing out of the penetrating wound, quickly coagulating like magma, and new blood kept coming out, and the silver-plated spear stuck in the beast's chest was still trembling, and Rhodes knew that they had shot the monster's heart.

I saw two demon hunters coming from the darkness, sweat covering their foreheads, Rhodes didn't know what they were going to do, just tied the monster's neck, because the monster was not completely dead, it was still struggling, and Rhodes could feel that the dark power in its body had not completely dissipated.

The two warriors held the spear that pierced the heart, and continued to press down, they could feel the tearing sensation of the metal spear piercing the flesh, little by little, they pierced the spear through the monster's body, and the bloody spear tip slowly drilled out of the monster's back, and on it, there was still the black blood of the monster!

"Cut off its head!"

The demon hunters shouted.

Rhodes shook his senses, forcefully pulled out the two axes inserted in the giant beast's body, gathered them together with the power of thunder, and became a two-handed axe, slashed at the monster's front neck with all his strength, and then stepped on the back of the monster's neck, pulling hard, only to hear a sound of flesh and bone separation, the axe blade cut through the muscles and bones, and moved the deformed and ugly head from the monster.

The stinky black blood kept spurting out, as if it was an uncontrollable fountain, spraying all over the ground......

When the other ghouls and wolves saw this, they let out a strange wail, and then went crazy and went down the sewer entrance and burrowed back into the ground. Several flying monsters instigated their mhermenwings and quickly flew away from the castle, leaving behind a cloud of scarlet blood on the ground and a black shadow that dissipated in the air.

......

By the time Benedict came down from above the main fort, the battle against the vampires was over. However, the castle guards took aim at the group of foreign intruders, who looked strangely dressed and were pointed at with spears, and although they helped the people of the city hunt the vampires, they were still intruders, and Benedict was surprised that a group of foreign warriors had been lurking in their castle in full gear for so long without being detected.

At the same time, it also made him re-examine Rod's words.

They looked at each other and didn't speak to each other, and for a moment the atmosphere was so quiet, so quiet that it was suffocating. The Frost Witches, Dwarven Butchers, and Battle Shamans around Rhodes all stared at the castle lord, hoping for an explanation. Benedict, however, walked straight to the demon hunters.

"Who are you, and why are you lurking in my castle?"

He asked in a stern tone. The light of the fire shone down on his grim face. At the same time, Rhodes stood behind him like a bear. It's just that for Rod, these outsiders did him a great favor. If it weren't for their timely appearance, this battle would have been tricky, and you know, vampires aren't that easy to kill.

"Night ravens hunt the dead. ”

Several fighters replied solemnly. Ranwen

Rhodes initially thought they were Imperial witch hunters, but when several warriors reverently answered their professional identities, everyone realized that they were not witch hunters. Rather, it was a believer in the Moorish sect, a devout hunter and a warrior.

The Moorish Sect is actually a very purposeful, pure organization. This must start with the belief of Moore itself, Moore belongs to one of the gods of the Old World, is in charge of the realm of death, responsible for the soul of the dead to cross the realm of shadows, and his greatest wish is to make everything in this world peaceful, so that there are no wandering spirits and ghosts in the world. There is a saying that Moore is the Grim Reaper. However, in Rhodes' view, such a statement is not accurate, because Moore's greatest purpose is not to kill people, but to lead the souls of the dead to the land of death and let them rest in peace. Essentially, Moore's greatest purpose and desire was to quell the winds of death in the Middle Ages, because the winds of death were designed to raise the dead, which was essentially the opposite of Moore's work.

As for the Moorish believers, their greatest job and task in this world is to eradicate all undead creatures and fight against all undead creatures. But there are not many Moorish believers on this continent, and just imagine, there are few people who want to spend their lives hunting the undead without enjoying the slightest bit of power and wealth. From this point of view, the Moors are actually people of high thought and moral character, who do not seek glory and wealth, but only to maintain the normal cycle of the living and the dead.

After knowing the identities of these people, Rhodes respected them even more. Benedict's face had an ugly, complicated and tangled expression. The Moorish cult is generally unpopular in Kislev, but they did help him eradicate vampires, but the guilt of infiltrating the castle without their permission is intolerable. Benedict had mixed feelings, he couldn't let go of these cultists who had lurked into the city at will, but he couldn't whip and slaughter those who helped him. Mixed emotions hit his mind repeatedly.

Rod saw such mixed emotions, and he walked up to the Lord of Grizzly Castle with a serious face.

"They're believers, and even if all the Kithrie don't welcome them, we have to welcome them, and if it weren't for them tonight, how many people would have died at the hands of ghouls? "You shut down the castle and don't allow anyone to enter it, but the ghouls and vampires have touched it, and if you go through the gate, they won't be able to get in, and then it's the people of Grizzly Castle who will suffer." They are warriors, and what they do is not for fame or profit, but only to hunt the undead and protect the living. So, you and I, and the people of Kislev, should be grateful to them. ”

"But ......"

"But what?" Rod interrupted Benedict.

"But they're intruders, aren't they?" he asked.

The Grizzly Lord doesn't speak. Rhodes stared at him and continued—

"On the other hand, why don't you let them into the city? If these people are followers of Daha, the god of fire, Urson, and Thor, then will you still not let them into the city? If they can walk through the gate head-on, do they still need to sneak in?"

Rod's words left Lord Benedict speechless.

"You put Erlengrad's war with the Ice Queen first, however, you ignore the threat of vampires, which is the real threat, the war between the living and the dead, is the real war. You've seen the threat of vampires, just a small part, and they almost destroyed the castle, Erlengrad is in the north, and you can't expect a northern alliance of nobles to protect your people from the threat of vampires and undead creatures, who are too busy to take care of themselves. ”

Rod took the opportunity to continue.

A moment later, Benedict looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh.