The guard lost his target, and the sword continued to move forward, but made an unusual noise. He seemed to be unable to react to what happened, and was still looking for enemies in the dark that no longer existed in front of him. Uriel had used a short blade to separate the trap-covered weapon, and the metal rubbed and splashed out a flash of sparks. He used his shoulder to hit the guard's chest, and the silver knife cut the cooked cowhide at the joint of the armor, and penetrated deep into his chest. The apprentice smelled the burning smell of blood and flesh, and the guard was dismantled and fell on the wet brick floor. But more guards rushed towards him.

He immediately retreated and stayed away from the corpse. Before another round sting sword came, Uriel hid next to the open prison door and let the sword's guards hit the iron bar. He pushed the other hand out, and the prison door was spinning under the huge force, and the guards stuck between the iron rods with weapons hit more vampires. Uriel quickly stepped over them and cut the nearest throat at his hand with a knife. The darkness seemed to be stained with blood. Three people were chased towards him, without thinking, and pulled out the long sword and knocked on the ground. The blood of his fellow citizens frozen their claws together. The ice grew and spread. As soon as the apprentice cut off their heads, the headless corpse was completely frozen.

The guard behind him slipped and some people hit the armor of his companions. Uriel found a tilted angle on the wall, stepped on the stone bricks and threw himself over the heads of the guards. He landed behind a guy who had no time to get up, facing each other's eyes. The red eyes became darker due to fear and excitement. The guard was still struggling to find the falling sword, and the armor squeaked and twisted on the ice.

The apprentice stabbed his throat with a knife, and the tip of the blade was nailed into the ice surface, preventing the body from sliding away from the inertia. The steel throat was split and the fragments bounced on the guard's helmet, jingling. The sound reminded him. Ulier waved his other arm back, and a sharp magic light flashed in the darkness in an instant. The frost blade swept across like a half month, smoothly cutting off the bodies of the two vampires from it. He pulled out the silver knife when he got up, and a few steps away from a spike that had been pierced from the front. Some of the guards who were lying on the ground wanted to grab his feet, and Ulier printed their helmets with the soles of his leather boots. These strong and durable shoes slashed the iron helmet out of the dent. The guy inside must have broken the bridge of his nose, and someone made a sound of pain.

But the guards who fell to the ground in a mess on the ice, but were lucky enough to be Ulier's target had already stood up again, with several sharp blades as fast as silver snakes, aiming at the vital points behind Ulier. This feeling seemed as if the shoulders and backs were pressed against the cold wall, and their body temperature was quickly lost. The apprentice put away his long sword and took a step left, almost planting himself in the straw of the cell, and thus dodging the attack. His cloak was flying behind him, torn apart by the tip of the sword.

My dodge is faster and more efficient than the enemy's attack. In the midst of lightning, Ulier's empty hand grabbed the crooked iron window, and this thought flashed through his mind. The silver knife rotated half a circle in his palm and fingers, and his body turned half more than it. After releasing the iron rod, Ulier instantly exchanged positions with the sneak attacker. The two were intimately back to back, but only for a moment. The apprentice's mitril blade, which had been prepared, was lightly placed on his shoulders with his raised arms. The vampire tried to hit his ribs with his elbow, but Ulier slashed his forearm forward from the back of his neck, bringing out the blood gushing from the guard's throat. Suddenly, the elbow hitting the apprentice's waist turned into a weak swing of his arm.

The panic caused by killing surged in the dungeon's aisle. Some tried to escape, while others were afraid of death.

It was easy. Uriel felt like he was dreaming. He had never won such a victory in the training class of the tower. His advantageous weapons and surging magic power urged him to turn around and return to the guards and provoke a new battle. Even though the vampire guards who suffered heavy losses had already begun to slowly retreat.

At this time, a cluster of magical flames rose up in his perception. The flames turned into a shooting star in a blink of an eye, and the manic force stirred the air.

The darkness lit up again in an instant. Uriel suddenly drew out the Frost Sword, causing a strong wind and snow. He threw away the silver sword so that his fingers could hold the handle. The mystery blinked, and the magic and power of the apprentice's body poured into the magic weapon almost at this moment. He felt a cold magic power stimulated from the blade and cut into another ball of blood-soft mystery. The two collided in mid-air, and the mystery was in conflict with each other.

The dungeon shook and the gravel rolled down. Uriel split the blood flames from a distance with a sword, and the aftermath of the unfinished waves spread out. The iron tendons and rocks were broken and overturned, and the air broke through the air like hail. None of these guys could stand up and fell to the ground and rolled and wailed.

The one who casts the magic was a blood clan dressed in his head, holding a strange stick in his hand. He stood on the stone steps at the entrance of the dungeon, his expression was as panicked as his subordinates. The apprentice saw that his fear was not just about using magic in such a narrow space from the other party's panic. The guy missed a blow and was slowly retreating and trying to widen the distance.

I'm not just here to save people. Ulier hasn't forgotten this. The blood clan in the Screaming Castle is his target. The priests who collude with each other to sell their children in the church should be damned, and vampires who pretend to be adopters to buy children as rations are even more jealous. These bastards have a seat in the Oathkeeper Alliance because they could have drunk the blood of animals and non-intellectual creatures without having to be obsessed with hunting mortals from other tribes.

"Who are you?" the vampire leader asked sharply.

"How many blood clans are there in Screaming Castle?" Uriel asked without answering a question. He walked to the guard leader, and the feedback from mystery told him that this person had just changed his position. He almost forgot that he was also in this ring level. Unexpectedly, one day, I could also use the gap in mystery to intimidate the enemy.

"More than you imagined!" The leader looked fierce and weak, and fell to the ground as Uriel approached.

A coward. Uriel commented in his heart. But cowards have the benefits of cowards. If I encounter a cunning guy like Zachary, I will disgust myself again. "Don't expect a guard to help you. Baron Posier is not in the castle, and no one is my opponent." He stepped on the leader's wrist and also applied a poisonous pointed wooden stick to the ground. "Tell me, how many vampires are there in the castle?"

"I haven't counted it" the leader responded as he screamed.

You scared it to the point of insanity, Sorren somehow found fun from it.

"My mysteriousness is actually not high, and there is no reason to do this." Urial was also confused.

He was afraid that your sword ring would tell him.

Uriel suddenly realized and put away the long sword. This sword was a weapon made by Joey with magic, which contained the mystery of the realm of the empty space. If the messenger had not been used by him, the apprentice would have been frozen when touched. After changing to the same deadly Misilian short sword, the vampire leader's mood stabilized a little. Uriel felt that the sense of accomplishment brought by victory in the battle had been extinguished most of the time. Compared with his goal, this small achievement was really worth mentioning.

After obtaining accurate information, Ulier did not let the life of the guard leader. He lightly cut off the vampire's head, and the blood vessels at the broken were burned by mitral. His head bounced on the cold ice surface and rolled into the pile of corpses stacked horizontally and vertically. Ulier followed the oath and killed all these blood clans without leaving any one.

It's unwise to keep moving forward, reminding him where the blood descendants have gone

"Probably in the east" the apprentice stopped, because the dungeon was silent. Did they leave early? The cell was empty, not even a prisoner. He couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Most of the blood descendants were in trouble. "Mistrock?" Urial shouted loudly.

They walked up and wrote with their fingers.

Uriel didn't react for a moment: "What are you going up and wait? You mean the castle? The gods are up, what are they doing there?" The dungeon is safe now, and the castle may not be inside. Although confused, the apprentice still went up the stone steps. Almost all the original guards died under his sword. Uriel walked along the way and saw no living person.

Until in front of a half-open door, Uriel found a familiar corpse. He was covered in stone black and gray, and his incomplete leather armor was scattered on the ground, and his pointed spear pressed against his shoulders. The corpse belonged to the bloodborne.

Rotonworth's team was damaged. Did they encounter enemies, vampires? Or the same bloodborne? For Gaia's sake, how could they leave me behind and come up on their own!

Regarding the abnormal behavior of the bloodborne leader, Uriel speculated that his brother might not have been locked in the dungeon. These people insisted on going to the upper level of the castle, but where did they leave the dungeon? While he was dragging the guards, he walked on the stone steps? No, the bloodborne is just a mortal.

Uriel hesitated whether to use spiritual vision to spy on the future, but he has been using the power of the Scroll of Vows for so long, and if he continues, the side effects will probably become unbearable. The leader of the vampire guard said that there is no blood clan that is stronger than the Baron. He said it with confidence, not a lie.

What's more, in addition to the safety of the blood descendants, the apprentices also have to consider the human child detained by Baron Posier in the Screaming Castle. He felt that no matter how weak the former was, it was impossible to be less powerful than a child who knew nothing.

You forgot that vampires have the recipe ring reminder of the Sovero Potion.

I didn't forget. "So I have to find Rotonworth and the others as soon as possible."

Could it be that you really think the bloodborne is vulnerable?

What does it want to say? Uriel doubts whether Sauron could realize what his performance gave him the first impression. "They have their own wisdom." The apprentice said, "But the curse of the blood clan on them limits the power of wisdom transformed. In any case, vampires are very difficult enemies, and even I can't guarantee that I am absolutely safe."

Idiots, since they have brains, they must be aware of their flaws. The blood clan becomes dangerous because of the Sovero potion, and the blood clan can do this.

For some reason, Uriel felt that Sovero, who caused the tragedy of Four Leaf City, is now flooding around Pinia Io, and this is not right. "You said Misterlock and the others also have potions?"

Moreover, it is the original Sovero Ring that the tobacco leaf extract can only increase the fire and is unlikely to be effective for mortals. Roton and Voss are all mortals and they need to ignite the flame of their souls, otherwise it would be impossible for them to plan to sneak into the castle.

After carefully examining the body of the bloodborne, Uriel failed to control the cutting of a chair blocking the way. After the potion burned out his soul, the cursed bloodborne turned into a stone statue. I will help you. He wanted to scold them for being stupid and accuse them of distrust of themselves. You didn't have to do this. He remembered the suspicion that flashed in his heart when he climbed off the cliff, and these words finally stuck in his throat.

"Where are they?" The apprentice covered the cloak on the stone statue, revealing gray-white fingers in the hole.

There is movement upstairs

When turning, an ornamental vase pounded and hit the wooden board on the edge of the carpet. It instantly broke into pieces and the remains were soaked in blood.

Uriel didn't give it any attention, and saw a twisted silver helmet and its broad shoulders. The farmer-born leader collapsed beside the cabinet, and a long dining table was overturned in front of him, and a hole was broken on the tilted table. He was also petrified by nearly half of his body. Fortunately, he was breathing faintly.

Uriel's footsteps stopped. "Mr. Rotonworth." At this time, any kind of care seemed inappropriate. "What else can I do for you?"

The blood-born leader opened his eyes tiredly. "In the study." He spitted out a sentence, "My nephew. My brother." He closed his eyelids and opened them again. More dark gray stones spread to his body. "I'm sorry, Uriel."

"You can trust me," said Ulier.

"The blood seed is a curse. It not only takes away our freedom, but also degenerates the soul. We have been desolate for too long and can no longer give our sincerity." His eyes began to dissipate. "To strangers, to our own people, please kill Orland and my nephew" words end here.

Uriel watched him die.

"I don't understand." Rotonworth's last wish was puzzled. He suspected that he had heard it wrong. "Ronworth wanted me to kill Misterlock? And Orland? Is that true? Who is Orland?"

I think you know

The final question is not difficult to guess. The bloody people left the village and sneaked into Screaming Fort, becoming the reason for this Orland. He is Misterlock's father and Rotonworth's brother. "Aren't they here to save him?"

Things were unexpected, Soren said, it seems that I still know too little about blood seeds.

That being said, Uriel subconsciously thought he knew the answer. He thought of Bloomnott, the nameless Wittschazo, lurking in the security bureau. He thought of his magic on fire. The song of fire, the string of winter. The night without stars uses mystery to ensure that members will not leak secrets. What should the bloodborne do? Their natural enemies created them, using blood and curses to survive for generations as slaves. Who can keep secrets better than the dead? 11
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