The cold winter wind howls across Stonetalon Peak, a solitary, sharp mountain at the junction of bleak hills and beast bone forests.

The surface of the bleak hills and the Beast Bone Stone Forest is covered with gray-yellow weeds and bushes, but this sharp stone claw peak looks bare, looking like a curved claw rising from the shrub and grass, and the smooth granite of the mountain even reflects the sun, making the whole mountain look like it is shining through the cold, with a wild chiseled atmosphere.

All in all, this lonely Stone Claw Peak doesn't look like it was naturally generated, with a faint trace of artificial traces, and the style has the charm of an ancient magical civilization.

At this moment, there was billowing smoke and dust under the peak, and a large number of trolls crossed the foot of Stoneclaw Peak in a disorderly manner, fleeing towards the beast bone stone forest, as if some irresistible force in the bleak hills was driving them away.

Hordes of trolls fled for a day, until dusk approached and the foot of the mountain was temporarily gone.

Leaning on a huge granite rock at the foot of the mountain, a slender figure in a raincoat suddenly appeared, as if it could move in the rock, and stepped out, and as soon as the figure walked out of the mountain, the hand that had been wearing a white robe stretched out from the stone, grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her back violently.

"Don't move your hands and feet!" a crisp and pleasant rebuke came from the rock, when it was interrupted by another calm voice: "There are others coming here, wait." ”

They broke away from the elven troops at the junction of the bleak hills and the beast bone stone forest more than ten days ago, and began to search along the junction line, relying on the dwarf information terminal carried by Heras, and avoided the predatory ptarmigans and the war-torn zone several times.

But these days, the gnome mechanic guild's message terminal has been constantly hearing the alarm of a total commotion in the Bleak Hills, and Heras knows that the vanguard of the elves must have begun to clear the hinterland of the Bleak Hills, so they must hurry up more and more, otherwise wait for the Tedres elemental lord to be lured over. What will happen to this land is already self-evident.

And it was only yesterday that they discovered this sharp peak in the shape of a stone claw that was not much recorded in the literature, and its ancient mage style made the two of them immediately realize that the clue to the ultra-long-distance teleportation array might be in this place.

However, before the two of them could start exploring, a strong warning was issued in the information terminal that a large number of creatures were approaching the area, and in a hurry, Heras only had time to set up a camouflage circle, and the hordes of trolls fled from the foot of the mountain.

But the monster resources in those swamps are really good, and the magic circles arranged in this way are extremely effective, plus the trolls are running for their lives. Their hiding place has not yet been discovered.

Julia had been hiding in the camouflage circle for a day, huddled in a corner of the rock with the damn Emma, and she was already sick and was about to break free of Heras's hand on her shoulder when there was another movement outside the mountain.

In the distance, a group of galloping giant bear cavalry pulled huge gabion and galloped quickly to the southeast, approaching Stoneclaw Peak, and when Heras saw those alchemical giant gabions clearly, he couldn't help but clench his staff

Each gabion was housed with a few ptarmigans, and in some cases there was even a lightning eagle in a single gabion!

The cavalry was scarred. And many of the scars don't look like they've been caused by the Thunderbird's electric shock.

The cavalry was led by a sturdy man with a scruffy beard, but his stubble and short hair were like silver threads, his muscular skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and his eyes were bright blood red!

From the point of view of appearance. This man is supposed to have vampire blood

He looked at Stoneclaw Peak in front of him, then waved his hand to stop the cavalry, and ordered in a frightened tone, "Just rest here for a while." ”

"Your Highness Barnett, that half-elven mongrel of Srolk may not be dead yet" An embarrassed female mage descended from the sky. The strong winds from the 'Sky Resistant' blew the surrounding bushes to pieces.

"I need blood!" Prince Barnett grabbed the high-ranking female mage by the waist and slammed her into his arms, opening his mouth to bite her neck.

"Ahh After a few symbolic struggles, her whole body trembled, and her spiritual power flowed out quickly along her blood, transforming into Prince Barnett's bloodline vitality, and because the vampire was absorbing power with strong hallucinogenic pleasure, soon the female mage almost rolled her eyes in the violent gasp, and the hem of the messy mage robe gradually revealed some inexplicable water stains.

It didn't take long for Prince Barnett to drain the female mage's mental power, he raised his bloody lips, and without looking at the trembling of the female mage due to weakness and thirst, he threw her directly to the ground.

"Meditate! I don't have time to satisfy you right now!" Prince Barnett ordered irritably, after the bloodline people consumed their stored bloodline life force, they would fall into extreme weakness, and they would not even be able to stand up without two or three days of recuperation, but the spellcasters were different, by meditating those mages could recover all their mental power in a few hours!

Barnett activates one of the vampire's bloodline abilities - 'Draw Energy to Suck Blood', which can transform the extraordinary power of the opposite sex target into his own bloodline vitality through bloodsucking when the other party voluntarily cooperates, so for him, if a spellcaster follows, his strength will recover quickly.

But the other knights didn't have this ability, and they all almost ran out of blood vitality in the frenzied escape, and even the mounts were very weak.

The female mage twitched a few times on the ground, and after calming down the waves of longing with difficulty, she quickly sank into a meditative state, and now time was pressing!

"I don't know if Srolke is dead if they catch up," Barnett thought to himself, a little frightened, for his half-brother was actually very scared, and that cruel bloodthirsty half-elf had always been a nightmare in his heart.

In fact, Barnett's strength level is about the same as that of his brother, both of them are seventh-level high-level, and the biggest gap is in the activated bloodline ability, and Srollk's ability is much better than him.

After Barnett led the bird hunting team into the land of strife, he had no intention of hunting at all, he only thought about how to kill the bastard, but because he was afraid that the other party would find out, he only dared to fall far away, and when something was wrong, he turned around and ran, and even when Srolk was hunting the Thunderbird, he didn't dare to step forward to stir up the water

And when he was in the bleak hills, he finally got his chance!

Just as Srolke was setting a trap to capture the Thunderbird, he encountered a detachment of elven saber-toothed tiger knights, and the squad of more than 20 people was actually all high-rank!

Barnett immediately seized the opportunity, marched at full speed while the two sides were negotiating, and used all long-range attacks to attack the elven squads, which were all composed of high-level troops.

The raid had no significant effect, but the elves saw that the human army was uniformly dressed, and even the mounts were all giant bears, so they naturally thought that this was a gang, so the Srolk troops in front of them were slaughtered, and Barnett took the opportunity to rob all the fruits of his brother's labor and take away none of the thunderbirds!

"The elves didn't chase me, and it looked like the bastard was dead. Barnett whispered to himself.

Pressing the anxiety in his heart, he began to sort out the remnants of the troops, and now the key is that the bloodline vitality must be restored, and as for the best way, of course, it is to eat and rest.

The cavalry raced against the clock to take out some of the troll corpses to feed the mountain bears, and then they themselves chewed on some of the refined monster ingredients.

After all, the potion that strengthens the recovery of vitality is very expensive, and it is not a consumable item that ordinary armies can use.

And just like that, in the evening campfire, the army hastily settled at the foot of Stonetalon Peak.

Heras calmly looked at the tired giant bear troops in front of him through the mountain, and he could see at a glance that these people had exhausted their bloodline vitality in the outlaw run, and had to choose to be stationed temporarily, and if someone chased them after them, it would definitely be a big trouble!

Just as he was planning how to kill the vampire bloodline who led the team, and buy enough time to escape, the sound of the earth shaking suddenly sounded from the distant hills, like an elite horse running wildly!

Those hastily stationed giant bear troops all showed shocked expressions, what they were most afraid of had happened! There were more than a dozen high-level powerhouses around Srollk, plus the troops he led, it was indeed possible to escape with his life!

"Ready" Barnett's words were not finished, and a sharp thorn like a blood-sucking fangs shot out from a distance, stabbing at him unstoppable!

With a piercing cracking sound, the vampire fangs were completely shattered, and Barnett's right fist was completely deformed!

"Barnett, you are dead, even if you flee back to the kingdom, I will kill you in front of Rachar!" A screeching voice with a bloodthirsty fury came from behind the dusk hills, and then suddenly at the end of the hills suddenly turned around a giant bear cavalry of about ten horses!

The group of giant bears that exuded a powerful aura were all black-gray rock skins, which meant that they had reached a high level!, and the leader was a handsome and even a little thin young man, his ears were also pointed, but they were the size of human ears, and the features of the half-elves were very obvious, but his hair and eyebrows were like silver threads, his bright red pupils reflected a cruel light, and his skin had a sickly paleness. (To be continued......)