Siegel made his way through the narrow door next to the kitchen as fast as he could, nimbly dodging the trash bucket on one side, but he couldn't avoid startling the black cat who was rummaging through the trash. The cat screamed, jumped out of the vat, and in a few clicks jumped onto the roof.

A burst of light suddenly lit up from the direction of the stables and quickly extinguished, and the frightened horses cried out. The metal clanged, and a missed stone projectile flew into the backyard and crashed into a small tree by the river. The branches trembled, and the leaves fell, falling on the three nobles who were transforming.

Deformation?

Siegel saw them grow fangs, their skin turn pale, and their pupils turned the clearest blue. From the corners of their eyes to their ears, down their cheeks and then under their jaws, the dark red tattoos glow faintly. They grow dagger-like claws, clutching long, sharp daggers with blood grooves in their claws. Their servants all knelt on the ground, their foreheads touching the dirt, their palms outstretched, and chanted in a low voice.

"Vampires? Siegel pulled out Stardust and pulled a vial out of his belt bag

"The undead disperse!" Arnomen shouted.

A bright ripple swept across the courtyard, containing abundant positive energy. Mother Earth unleashed her sword, and Arnomen was the one wielding it. The vampire who rushed to the front let out a wail and covered his eyes in pain. His bare skin seemed to be sprinkled with strong acid, and began to reveal its true form—a rotting corpse.

Siegel smashed the bottle of holy water on the sword, then wiped it with his gloves to make the weapon more damaging to the undead creatures. Naturally, this is not as good as a sacred weapon that has been directly blessed by the priest, but relying on the original power of Star Dust, it should be enough to deal with these three vampires.

But he soon fell into the disadvantage.

The two vampires, a man and a woman, who were not injured, cooperated tacitly and moved as fast as lightning. Their daggers crossed the defenses of Stardust. Constant cuts in Siegel's defensive shields. Their bodies are surprisingly flexible and often make unorthodox movements, such as using their elbows like whips and reversing their joints to attack.

The injured vampire took a few steps back, pulled out a thumb-sized bottle of black viscous potion from his pocket, and stuffed it into his mouth along with the bottle. Then chew vigorously. With the sound of glass shards clicking, his injuries were rapidly recovering.

The dagger stabbed into Siegel's ribs, forcing him to take a step back and get closer to the direction of the three Tin Men. Siegel had no time to care, knowing that it would be difficult for him to win in a short period of time with his sword skills alone. In addition to the instincts of necromantic monsters, these two vampires have worked hard to hone their martial arts, like a swordsman with aspirations. They also constantly apply their magical abilities, using illusions to create the illusion of a move and confuse the defenders. If you run into that kind of barbarian who opens and closes. Or a heavily armed tin can, they will definitely ignore these false moves and bury their heads in attacking, but for a dwarven martial arts user like Siegel who thinks of three moves after looking at one move, it takes a lot of energy to just discern the direction of the opponent's attack.

At this moment, a flash of lightning came from behind him, followed by the thud of a hammer hitting a metal can, and it seemed that Thor had used Thor's hammer hanging from his waist. Naria shouted, "The kid is already out, Jay." You can do it with all your might!"

She's pretty much up to me, Siegel thought. Attacking with all his might means winning quickly, right?, he drew a vertical arc of Stardust in front of him. and took half a step back to pull away a little. At the same time, the right hand rubs a little powder into the bag of materials around the waist. Like lighting oil with a match, the fire elemental gathered in his right hand at a great speed, and the rising flame burned extremely violently, even sending out a whistle-like scream.

The vampires' blue pupils were filled with red reflections, and they jumped backwards in exclamation, trying to dodge the flames. The flames roared and exploded. Under Siegel's command, it was like a giant claw, pressing directly on the chest of the female vampire. All I heard was a thud, and the black body of the vampire burned on the ground, her limbs struggling and writhing. Tried to extinguish the flames on his body, but it was all in vain. Siegel had a constant stream of fire elementals, and it only took three or four seconds to completely burn it to ashes.

"Run!" a vampire shouted, "It's hellfire!"

"Nonsense, what hellfire?!" Siegel is not a devil, how can he use hellfire?, he turned his right hand in one direction, and the flames also turned, and pounced on the second vampire. He felt the burning heat coming from behind him, and jumped into the sky like crazy, trying to transform in broad daylight. It's one thing to show your form, and it doesn't hurt much to use illusions, but transforming into a bat form in sunlight will definitely hurt you. Vampires must have weighed the dangers of sunlight and fire, and it is better to choose to recuperate from injuries than to be consumed by flames.

But Siegel's flame whip was faster than it thought, and the pure fire elemental was more powerful than those that relied on fuel. The smaller the bat, the faster it turns into ash.

The wounded vampire still had shards of glass hanging from his mouth, and the muscles in his face were still squirming and repairing. The death of his two companions completely demoralized him, and the companion just now fully demonstrated to him the fate of escaping from the sky. He immediately ran towards the docks, splitting five apparitions at once, influencing Siegel's judgment.

The mage was about to recite a spell and use multiple energy missiles to fly at all the fleeing vampires to distinguish between the real and the fake. A flaming bolt swept past him and landed the vampire in the back of his knee, sending him tumbling straight to the ground. The dwarf Yao En pushed his glasses, removed the crossbow arrow in his mouth, and wound it with a wrench.

"Amazing observation!" Siegel exclaimed, sped up, enveloping the vampire with flames before he could rise from the ground.

The battle on the other side was also decided, with Evan striking with a lightning hammer and a campfire, winning in just a few turns. "I've seen the tricks that most knights use, and I've seen them a thousand times, so they're so easy to deal with. Evan said as he winked at Ammon.

The rescued child sat on the barrel next to the stable, trembling and saying words of thanks. "Take him inside first," Yao said to Naria, "give him something to eat and drink, and let him recover, and we'll talk about it later." ”

Evan gestured to the four servants who were still kneeling on the ground. They had stopped singing, and were just shaking. "What about those guys?" Evan asked, "but they saw it all. ”

The dwarf unloaded the crossbow and hung it on his back: "Aamon, you and I will go and ask them to see if we can find out some news." Thor, come along, maybe you can help. Anomen and Jay will leave this mess to you. ”

Siegel stood up to the pastor. He said with admiration: "You have a good conductor, and you are really very lucky. ”

Yao En said that if you want, you can do better than him. Anomen stroked the emblem on his chest and said, "I hope that one day, Mother Earth will give me the same insight and determination as Yao En, so that I can better serve the good." ”

"Speaking of insight, what do you mean by the gesture you just made behind your back?" Siegel asked.

"Oh, it's a gesture from our squad, meaning to discover evil. Prepare for battle. "Mother Earth will guide me and help me better discern evil." My friends and I have found that fighting evil and promoting good can make our actions smoother. I guess that's what it means to help others benefit yourself. ”

"So you're just casting a simple spell to detect evil?"

"The word prayer is a little closer. "I didn't need to make specific gestures, use certain materials, and recite certain mantras like Naria, I just prayed to God in my heart and asked for her help, and then it all happened. What's wrong with that?"

"No, of course there is no problem. I'm just thinking. Why didn't I notice something wrong? ”

Siegel has always been very sensitive to magical effects and energy fluctuations, coupled with the psionic abilities that the dice have given him. It stands to reason that you should be able to see the weirdness of these people. Of course, it's certainly not a moral distinction between good and evil, but at least you should be aware of the negative energy escaping from vampires.

If two corpses were placed in front of Siegel, he could quickly tell which one was dead and which one was a zombie. Vampires as a type of necromancy. It has never been documented that they can shield themselves from negative energy perceptions. If all this is achieved with the help of some kind of magical effect, where are the elemental fluctuations?

"Jay, come and take a look. Arnomen patted him on the shoulder: "There seems to be something wrong with the blood of these people. ”

The three Tin Men were killed by Evan's sword and Anomon's mace, leaving gaps in their armor of varying sizes. The blood that originally flowed from these breaches gradually became transparent in front of the two of them.

"Look at what the hell these three are. Siegel used his sword to try to flip the face of the full helmet. But the structure that was supposed to be able to turn didn't move at all. He crouched down and sliced the entire full-hood helmet off his shoulder with an obsidian dagger, and saw a nearly transparent head.

The person inside the armor did not have any hair, and the skin melted like a candle, so it was no longer possible to distinguish the appearance. Siegel made a cut in the gelatinous skin with a dagger, and a translucent liquid flowed out of it.

"What is this?" Anomen felt a wave of nausea, and quickly grasped the Holy Emblem, gaining strength from the familiar touch. "Mother Earth, do shapeshifters really exist?"

"You mean the kind of humanoid creature that can change its appearance at will and blend in with us?" Siegel shook his head, "The body structure of the shapeshifters is similar to ours, with bones, muscles, blood vessels, and so on. If I prick a small hole in their buttocks, there will be no blood, and the one in front of us is clearly not. Wherever I caused the wounds, they reacted the same: leaking like a bag of water. ”

"Like a mud monster?" said Anomen, "we once encountered a sour mud monster in a cave, where Kaidon lost his iron shield and sword. When we fought back, the sour sludge was oozing liquid like this - only it was green, not like this one. ”

I've seen black ones before, and Siegel almost blurted out. It was strange for Arriel to be able to take that form of black cement. Except for a master who specializes in transfiguration spells, who can still keep his original abilities while gaining a new form? The mages of the Federation have only seen Archmage William be able to do this, and it is said that it requires long-term study and perseverance, as well as a high level of talent.

"I need to take a closer look at these weird things. Siegel said, "Thanks to Mother Earth for the prompt, I feel it really worked for us." (To be continued.) )

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