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The bat wings on Douglas's back disappeared and walked silently, looking left and right, as if looking for something.

After some time, he stopped in a relatively large clearing and whispered, "Wake up, my fearless warriors. ”

In an instant, countless green points of light lit up all around, like fireflies, but if you look closely, you can find tall black shadows. The werewolves opened their eyelids, and the emotionless wolf eyes glistened with a ghostly glow. They roared, as if they were resisting the control of vampires, and as if welcoming their owners.

No one knows if the werewolves still retain a shred of humanity, but it is certain that they are now the most loyal slaves of the vampires, powerless to resist even if they are reluctant to do so.

Douglas smiled, his gloomy mood much soothed.

As long as the werewolf legion is still there, he has not lost, even if the third prince and Count Sakura are planted this time, he can start all over again. The only thing to think about now is where to go? Douglas was lost in thought. Looking for another partner to work with?No, he'd had enough, human cunning had made him tired and uneasy, and he didn't want to work with the nobles anymore.

War can make him grow up quickly, and suddenly, Douglas's eyes lit up.

Maybe it's time to change places, he fell into a misunderstanding before, because he needed humans, so he came to the territory of humans.

Now he knew that there were humans in other places as well, like here, a battlefield, and this was his paradise. He can work with the relatively innocent orcs, so that they can be more honest and trusting, and the orcs don't have to be afraid and wary of vampires like humans.

"I'm such a genius. Douglas muttered, a smug smile. He then gave orders to the werewolf legion to move deeper into the forest.

Even if he had an idea, he couldn't go to the orc side for the time being, and from here to the orc camp was separated by a sunset fortress, if he wanted to make a detour. You have to climb a cliff up to 3,000 meters. He can fly, but his werewolf legion can't.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a **** arrow interrupted Douglas's thoughts.

He flashed backwards, and the huge bat wings condensed from behind him, and then his wings fluttered and flew hundreds of meters into the air.

The arrow missed, but not quite.

An unlucky werewolf fell victim, and an arrow pierced its neck, of course. This seemingly fatal injury is nothing to the demonic creature. However, just as the werewolf stretched out his wolf claws and was about to pull out the arrow, the pitch-black arrow suddenly exploded.

With a loud explosion, the werewolf's entire head was shattered. Shredds of flesh and hair splattered, and the headless werewolf collapsed with a thud.

"Who is it?" said Douglas, his eyes fixed on the figure hiding behind a tree.

Douglas's scarlet eyes let out a slight exclamation, and his instinct told him that it was an ambush for him.

It was not words that answered Douglas. It's two arrows. One of them shimmered with a faint blue magical light, among other things. The arrows also have silver-gray vitality flowing on them. The other, one fused with the night, the same as the previous one that burst the arrow, and no one could have spotted it had it not been for the faint sound of the breaking wind.

"Stupid. Douglas scoffed, the panic had long since disappeared. With a wave of the sleeves of his robe, two bloody arrows burst out. Shoot down arrows. "Answer me, who is and where?" he said leisurely, and he could feel the energy fluctuations on the ground very weak.

Still no one answered, Douglas sneered, "Kill yourself." His voice was as cold as the wails of frost hell, "Kill them all." He gave the werewolf the order to attack, and the location was exactly where the arrow was fired at him.

At this moment, Douglas suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

A faint sound of wind came into his ears, and he suddenly looked back, and what caught his eyes was a huge dragon head and a red-haired boy holding a silver giant sword.

"Douglas, your time of death has come. Albert, who was spotted by his target, did not panic, he roared, jumped up from Chevis's back, swung his sword at Douglas, and the silver-painted "black blade" slashed through a dazzling silver light.

At the same time, Chevis swung his front paw at Douglas' chest.

His razor-sharp dragon claws were also silver-painted, and they were the only assets they had to compete with mid-level vampires. Before that, Albert had plated all of his weapons with a layer of silver, except for Catherine's magic arrows, Shadow's weapons condensed from the power of darkness, and Joanna's "Earth Judgment".

For some reason, the "Judgment of the Earth" could not be silver-plated, and not only silver, but Albert also tried many metals, such as iron and copper, and even precious gold, but without success. In the end, Albert could only reduce the "Earth Judgment" to the "elemental weapon" condensed by the power of the earth.

"Just you?" Douglas instantly regained his composure, the endless years had given him a strong heart, and even if he was attacked by a sneak attack, he would not panic in any way.

As he spoke, he clenched his hands weakly, and after the blood surged, two slender scimitars condensed, one of which resisted Albert's "Black Blade", while the other blocked the hard and sharp dragon claws.

Albert and Cevis both continued to exert their strength, but the gap between them and the other party was too big, even if they relied on sneak attacks to preemptively strike, and with the help of the characteristics of silver to restrain demons, as well as the suppressive power of "Black Edge" on energy, they still could not gain the upper hand.

"Fuck off, crawler. Douglas said with a facial expression, and then suddenly exerted force, knocking Albert and Chevis away.

In fact, his heart is not as calm as it seems.

He had too many questions to answer, but he didn't have time to think about them right now, like what kind of monster was Chevis, who had seen many wurms in the underworld, but had never seen anything like it. And what was that silver giant sword? He could clearly feel that the moment it collided with the silver giant sword, the blood poison power in his body was a little unsmooth, as if some kind of force was preventing him from mobilizing energy.

Chevis was stronger than Albert and flew only thirty meters backwards before stopping.

Once he had his balance, he ignored the threat of the vampire and rushed towards Albert, who was still flying upside down. Luckily, Douglas didn't stop Chevis, seemingly out of disdain.

"Intermediate vampires are really not easy to deal with. Albert landed firmly on Chevis's back, and he said in a low voice, staring at Douglas who was stuck in mid-air. Compared to the previous Witton Sting, Douglas was much trickier, and even if Albert was well prepared, he couldn't take advantage of it.

(To be continued.) )