That day, Davion and Olesia saw a ghoul lying on the ground from a distance, silently looking in the direction of Rock Ridge City, the two of them have encountered a lot of ghouls in the past few months, although there are not thousands, but hundreds of deaths at their hands. But this lonely ghoul gave them strange feelings, he didn't rely on instinct like other ghouls, like a walking corpse, or had only a small amount of intelligence. Even ghouls with a small amount of intelligence are the occasional creations of powerful necromancers.

He seemed to be looking at Rock Ridge City, thinking about something. Yes, think, a word that is unimaginable in the undead, who most civilians have in the impression that the undead are the kind of monsters that instinctively flow with the smell of corpses and rotting green water. Davion didn't make a move, and the experience of Seder and Yemu fighting all the way to the First Knights of the Continent with the Dark Dragon Knights gave them a lot of experiences that were far beyond what common sense could explain. Davion touched Olesia, who turned her head to look at him, her eyes full of inquiry. Davien gave her an affirmative look, and Olethea tried to shoot an arrow, and in the past few days, she has been close to Rock Ridge City, and food and water have begun to be secured, and her pale skin against her bones has begun to have some blood in the past few days. The arrow hit, but it didn't hit him as hard as he had hoped, and the ghoul spun around because of the arrow.

A pair of blood-red eyes looked at him with intense hatred and hatred, and the unwillingness and madness in his eyes pierced Davion and Olethea's skin. Suddenly, the two of them were on guard as if they were facing a great enemy, even the necromancers they had met before did not have such a strong sense of oppression. The ghoul looked at it for a long time, his blood-red eyes seemed to be tumbling with hot lava, and he hesitated for a moment but decided to rush forward.

Olesia half-crouched and slowly retreated backwards, her current condition was really not suitable for melee combat, the tacit understanding of the battle some time ago made her believe in Davion unconditionally, and Davion never disappointed. Davian took the shield and went up to dodge as usual, and when the first sword was slashed, Davian immediately noticed that something was wrong, and the ghoul in front of him was obviously much stronger and stronger than the other ghouls. He slashed with all his strength and did not have the "brittle" feeling before, but a very thick feeling, but it was not an aversion to the kind of slash into layers of rotten flesh, but it was somewhat similar to the muscles of the demonic beasts that Davian had hunted at the beginning, but his muscles were more dry and compact. The long sword, which was invincible to the ghoul, only left a shallow mark on his body, not even a crack.

Fortunately, this ghoul's attack method is no different from that of ordinary ghouls, and although there are some changes, it is not a threat to Davian. But Davion always felt that something was wrong, and his body's strength was gradually weakening. For Davian, who had just experienced the torture of hunger and had only recently gradually improved his food situation, this situation made his heart skip a beat, and the weakness in his muscles was too much like the feeling when he was not full. This feeling of weakness caused him a strong sense of unease, he glanced at the large Olethea behind him, and saw that she was not unusual, it seemed that the problem was still with the ghoul, and only contact with him would make him feel this way?

At the thought of contact, Davian subconsciously looked at the ghoul's claws, the dark black claws were obviously different from the brown claws of ordinary ghouls, and even had a layer of luster, but it seemed that there was more to it. As the battle wore on and Davion deliberately defended, he finally found that his two claws were constantly absorbing the blood that splattered out as the opponent continued to attack. Due to Davion's own bleeding and the absorption of the ghoul's claws is extremely slow, simply from the outside, the hot blood with body temperature flowed down the ghoul's claws, and there was no reduction in the slightest, so Davion didn't notice it at first.

At this moment, Davian found that the other party was actually able to absorb his own life force for his own use, and he suddenly panicked in his heart. The unknown is often the greatest fear, and this sentence has always been praised by people. Especially after Davion couldn't help but think of the vampires, the terrifying necromancers, and the lich, he immediately raised his opinion of the enemy to the top, and the psychological impact of the contrast between his hands and feet suddenly showed a flaw between his hands and feet. "Hmmm. "As soon as the claw went down, the blood flowed like an outpouring of blood, and the already tattered armor could not withstand the attack of this claw comparable to alloy steel, and it died in an instant. The ghoul greedily devoured the blood from its claws, and the blood red in its eyes became more intense. Fortunately, when he raised his claws again, Olesia hit his claws with a powerful blow, knocking him back several meters, and Davion also shrank his body behind the shield and took a step back to gasp, and the cooperation between the two made him have no chance.

"Are you alright? "Oraceia also saw the difference between this ghoul, one against two can put so much pressure on them and injure Davian, this is definitely not as simple as a simple necromantic magic creation.

"Poof. Davion spat out the sweat and blood that ran into his mouth. "It's okay, don't let him touch it, he can absorb our power. ”

The haggard blonde barely managed to pull herself up, lowering her body so that she could move easily, and although she instinctively didn't want to agree that she couldn't outrun a ghoul, she preferred to trust her comrades who lived with her day and night.

The ghoul silently pulled the arrow out of his arm and raised his head to stare at the two in front of him.

"He's supposed to drain the life of his enemies with his claws, you see his claws. Davion said with his back to Olethea, the strange phenomenon that made him dare not relax in the face of ghouls.

Olesia was also surprised when she heard this, and her eyes couldn't stop scanning between the ghouls' claws. "It's just a ghoul, how can you ......" "Shut up!" The ghoul in front of him suddenly roared, startling Davion and Oraceia. "Don't look down on us. The hatred and anger in his eyes seemed to erupt, like a crater that had already overflowed, and magma questioned the whole world with irrepressible emotions.

"You can talk. Davion was wary of the ghoul in front of him, but now he was also curious. Not all abominations, even high-level undead abominations, are talking, let alone a talking ghoul.

"Don't look down on me! no one can ignore my existence, no one ......" his voice grew deeper and deeper, less like a demonstration, more like a man's own words. If this phenomenon happened to a commoner old man in a noble domain, it was not uncommon for him to be on the battlefield where the Konoe Scourge was fighting, and he was still a ghoul. And his realization made the two subconsciously move closer to each other, ready to attack at any time.

"You're not a ghoul?" asked Olesia warily, acting a far cry from a normal ghoul. Olesia had to think back to some of the magical events that her father had talked about in those years, and in the vast world of magic, a person's identity could not be judged by appearance alone.

"No, I am!" he looked agitated, as if Aurethea's words were like a sword in his heart. After saying this, he lay on the ground and gasped for breath, his short body undulating high and low. "No one...... Call...... No one can look down on me, and one day, I will make you regret it...... Call...... I'm going to make you pay for what you think. The ghouls muttered to themselves with some ferventness, like a pious and holy saint singing the praises of the Lord.

Davion and Olesia felt a little furious in their hearts, this strange ghoul had subverted their previous memories, and it was as if they had never experienced the battle for two months. Davion and Olesia looked at each other, and he saw the same look in each other's eyes. He didn't speak, and took a step forward as usual, standing in front of Olethea.

The ghoul raised his head suddenly, causing both Davion and Olesia to take a step back, and even Davion, who had always been in the way during this time and had never retreated, rarely subconsciously took a step back.

However, he only glanced at them, and then turned and left, without the slightest intention of fighting again. Compared to the crazy muttering just now, he was instantly transformed into a thinker who had gone through the hardships of life. Even Davion couldn't help but put down his shield and stand on the ground, because he really didn't feel any hostility in the other party, as if nothing had ever happened before.

The ghoul walked halfway, then turned back to take it seriously, looked directly at Davion and Olesia with blood-red eyes, and said word by word, "My name is Nyx, remember my name." The two had a hunch that he wasn't joking, but really telling them about it as a life event, even though they didn't understand what it meant or what it meant behind it.

In the end, the two didn't catch up either. In addition to the limitations of their own injuries, perhaps more of a feeling that they themselves couldn't explain, they just watched the lonely ghoul silently, leaving alone in the setting sun, the elongated back contrasting with his short figure, impacting their already tired retina.

Maybe they'll see you again.

No one can look down on me, and one day, I, Nyx, will tear your wounds with furious power and feast your blood with my infected claws!