"The traces are already a little shallow, but they do still have remnants." Nerosta said after looking at it.

If you follow the vine, you already have a mark, and if you continue to look for it, it will be easy to find more traces. Putting away the small talk, the three of them quickened the pace of tracking.

As the traces followed, the traces gradually became apparent, and even without looking at the marks guided by the traces of living beings, the naked eye could easily see some obvious traces left by people passing by.

As his pace accelerated, Adore gradually became a little unable to support it, so he handed it to Nerosta to carry and run.

On the top of the moon, what appeared in front of everyone was a small village in the mountains, compared to the previous villages at the foot of the mountain, this kind of small village deep in the mountains and old forests is undoubtedly more isolated and backward.

The village was silent in the moonlight, and only the outlines of simple houses appeared in the darkness.

Nerosta unleashed the Traces of Life once again, and this time the trail that appeared surprised Nerosta a little.

"Too many!"

This is a small village, a place where people live, and it is normal to have many traces. But as long as you make more of the footprints, it is not difficult to distinguish which ones are the targets of the tracking and which are the ordinary villagers.

Even if you don't look at the villagers, there are still a lot of traces of those wizards left!

When I looked at those scattered traces when I tracked them before, I thought there were only a few, but now when I look at these clear traces, this is simply a team of no small size!

"Oh roar~, if something happens in a while, you two pay attention not to be targeted by multiple enemies." The dunes make a comical noise, and his reminder weighs a heavy heart for Adore and Nerosta.

Suddenly, a puff of black dust blew back with the wind.

Nerosta's face changed: "Anti-tracking!" We are exposed! ”

"That's why I'm not good at learning." Dune laughed with a cracked mouth on his face.

Then he was slapped back by Dune: "Don't coss something weird in my face." ”

Noisy Monster: ?

The next moment, the black wind howled, and a figure dressed in shabby knight's light armor rode the wind, his body turned in mid-air, and the scorched black blade in his hand brought a foul smell, targeting Nerosta's neck!

Bite!

A crisp collision sounded, Nerosta broke out in a cold sweat, and a thin bamboo in front of his neck saved his life.

The knight leaped nimbly again, pulling away, his eyes under his helmet carefully alert to the dunes.

Immediately after, a loud rattle rang out somewhere.

Just on a dirt slope in the distance, another knight rang the bell in his hand directly at the village, and the silence of the whole village was completely broken, and the noise was everywhere.

"That knight's armor is from the Night Country! I've seen it at an antique exhibition in Sunrise! Adore said suddenly.

"Antiques? It seems that it is, but these antiques are inscribed with incantations......" Nerosta's face was solemn.

"Despicable Nightfolk again?" Dune's fingers are dexterously intertwined, and to those who don't know the truth, it looks like a shaker who is not doing his job in a critical moment.

The men did not react to Adoré's identification of them, and more and more knights came out of the houses of the village, and the figures were seen in the distance.

"Don't be surrounded."

After saying that, the ground in front of the sand dune suddenly bulged and cracked, and the thick vines grew and surged directly forward.

For the first time since coming to this boundary time and space, Wanyi Dune finally returned to the painting style of the original sand dune a little.

The Nightcountry Knights were also a little shocked by the massive impact of the vines, but they reacted quickly, and a low spell came, and they took out the blood clot of the beast from their waist pockets and wiped it over the blade.

The blade ignites an ominous fire and slams into the vines!

Boom!

The knight who had attacked early in the morning was run over directly, but the blade pierced into the vine, and the curse spread across the vine.

The knights who followed also charged one by one.

Sand Dune originally thought that this would at least scare these people for a while, but they didn't expect it to have little effect, and after jumping for a while, the vines lost their vitality under the burning of the spell and fell weakly. Plants that are not specialized in fire resistance are still relatively vulnerable to fire.

The knights were in good shape, and there were not many casualties.

Even, several knights who were hit head-on by the vines and flew out silently, after being helped up by their teammates, directly took out a tube of turbid blood, and a crude needle pierced into the flesh through the gap in the armor, and injected it roughly.

The knights, whose bodies and bones should have been shattered, actually stood up again.

"The Old Emperor's Remnants, the real Nighttown's Old Emperor's Remnants." The director reminded the dunes in his mind.

The detailed identity of the other party combined with a variety of information has been called out.

These people are pseudo-bloods!

Indeed, there are a few subspecies of vampires in this world so far, but there is nothing surprising about it, after all, due to some accidents, a group of sinister witchcraft creations have secretly threatened this world for thousands of years, and such a long time span, for various purposes, will naturally extend from the backbone of the blood clan with various appendages.

Pseudo-vampires, similar to the half-vampires made by the Nightland Bloods.

But in the eyes of the director, he does have a certain advantage.

Under normal circumstances, these people are relatively healthy adults, and they are probably even a little short of the limits of human beings, relying on the spells on their armor and other witchcraft aids to achieve extraordinary results.

But when necessary, as long as they inject a sufficient amount of foreign blood in a short period of time, ordinary bodies can transform into vampires.

Not to mention anything else, just the vampire's regeneration ability, as long as it has a moment, the fatal injury to a weak human body is all trivial.

Then, along with the consumption of foreign blood, their vampire traits will gradually be depleted back to human levels.

A very good dynamic equilibrium.

Red never mentions this particular subspecies of vampires.

Combined with the half-vampire identity of the Old Emperor of Nighttown, this is likely to be something that the Old Emperor researched!

Unlike the half-hung cursed wizards I met in Nemesis Street before, this group of real Nighttown Old Emperor remnants is not so simple.

These night country knights do not have the strict discipline of the Sunrise Rising Sun Army, nor do they have any special witchcraft linkages, but their individual strength is more vigorous.

You can see the thinking of the people who created this kind of wizard: a wizard army born purely to kill and take lives!

"It's funny, this kind of atmosphere where everyone racks their brains and dances in shackles under a big frame is really full of unique charm." Dune whispered, and as he muttered to himself, he faced the three knights who were killing in front of him, and with a wave of his big hand, a big red gadget directly swept away the enemy in front of him.

They were like baseballs hit by a home run, flying high and becoming stars in the night, and disappeared.

Carrot sticks.

Although the term "grace and power" is called "carrot and stick", what is in Dune's hand is just "carrot stick" and has nothing to do with "grace and power".

If you really want to use some kind of term, this weapon should be "sugar-coated cannonball".

Because although this carrot stick looks cute, it has a single function and will only hammer other people's dog heads.

The thin section is very lightweight, and the end of the big head is extremely heavy.

Although these spells were difficult, Dune had already seen the unquenchable flames that the Sunrise King had purely extended from his will, and these things were 108,000 miles worse than the Sunrise King.

The slick carrot stick smashed the knights to pieces. As long as you smash people to pieces, no amount of blood can get back a fragile life. After all, there is a gap between pseudo-vampires and real vampires.

And when the sand dunes were slaughtering, Nerosta, who had tried his best to hide his presence, was still targeted by two knights of the night country.

Throwing Yadore behind him, Nerosta took out a Nightland Knight Curse Knife that he had just picked up, and in the other hand was the standard short sword of the Rising Sun Army!

The two weapons, one black and one gold, were unexpectedly put together in Nerosta's hands.

Directly slashed his arm with a curse knife and stained it with blood, Nerosta summoned the cursed fire according to the script, and quickly swung it to block the attack of the two knights.

After forcing them back, he made a whimsical decision.

He recited the spell of the Rising Sun Shortsword, then crossed the two weapons together!

Whether it is the sword aura of the short sword to stimulate witchcraft, or the curse of the curse of the curse of drinking blood, it is not a profound thing.

Nerosta doesn't understand it deeply, but the foundation is indeed solid, and the incidental witchcraft of these two weapons is still within the scope of the foundation!

He combined the two spells, and soon golden sparks drifted out of the cursed fire.

It worked!

He was overjoyed, but soon felt that the two knives began to absorb a lot of his energy!

Well, it didn't work out entirely. It's still a conflict, and although the two are forcibly combined, the handling is still rough, resulting in greater consumption to maintain.

Nerosta gritted his teeth: "Fight!" ”

The swords danced wildly, the flames fluttered, and between the swords and swords, Nerosta's body was driven up, and he killed the two knights in front of him with great momentum. The two weapons that each drew on their own characteristics made Nerosta at this time look like a black-clothed swordsman who was good at drawing swords.

The sword aura with cursed fire flew around an area.

The two knights had never seen anything like this, so they had to parry it head-on.

Although Nerosta's movements are full of loopholes, the speed and strength of the two weapons are beyond imagination.

However, they can also see that Nerosta is just holding on, and this rough combination cannot last!

It's just that the knights ignored that their skills might still be able to top, but under the continuous fierce collisions, their curse knives were already in danger in the face of more advanced cursed witchcraft.

Finally, Nerosta's curse knife and short sword swung a cross slash, and the knight who continued to defend only felt a light in his hand, and the two curse knives shattered and turned into ashes on the spot!

Take another step forward, and slash with the curse!

Two heads soared into the sky.

Nerosta struggled to win with a momentary flash of light, but after this sword, he suddenly felt that he didn't breathe, and his limbs fell to the ground limply. As Adore cried, everything faded away, and he was sucked unconscious by the out-of-control sorcery he had improvised to unfold.

Sure enough, I'm a real dish.

That was his last thought before he fell unconscious.

(End of chapter)