"You won't watch them die, right?"

Karen walked to Hickrad and looked at the man who looked extremely lazy, "I mean..."

"Of course I won't, Karen," Hickrad raised his hand and interrupted Karen's conversation. "Talos is a student of Saren after all, and this division is his hard work. I will not watch them die like this."

"But there are some things that they have to do first, so that they don't leave a shadow in their hearts."

"Come on," he waved to everyone, "no matter how we say, we still have to look at them."

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"You said how good it is to have a companion of Rune Master."

Grendill held up his pistol and followed Saren carefully. The forest in front of them had completely changed - dead trees were everywhere, and the smell of rottenness spread across the land, and decaying plants covered the earth.

"It's the corruption of vampires," Saren frowned. "How long have they been here? The corruption has reached such a serious point."

"It seems they must have held some strange rituals or sacrifices here," Grundill came over, "only in both cases, the earth will be corroded."

Saren closed his eyes, and he stretched out a hand and gently stroked the trunk of the big tree beside him. "I can feel the pain and...angry of this forest, it is helpless, the evil energy of the vampire is slowly corroding and killing it, and its body is decaying and decaying every moment."

"Wait...it hopes we can help it," Saren said in surprise. "The vampires are deep in this forest. The forest informs me of their specific location. They are holding an evil sacrifice, seemingly trying to summon something."

"What else?" Grendill asked anxiously at Saren.

"No more, the Forest Spirit only knows so much," Saren opened his eyes, "but that's enough. No matter what they are calling, it won't be a good thing, and we must stop them immediately."

He pulled his hand back from the trunk, "Quick! We must set off immediately!"

"You can't go anywhere, Saren Nowes."

A strange voice suddenly penetrated into their conversation, and a large number of vampires in black robes emerged from all directions. Each of them had a hunting dog covered in black and red eyes.

"…Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, it's really interesting," Saren squinted his eyes at the vampire who surrounded them. "You actually sent so many people just to deal with us."

"We know we are not your opponent, even if there are so many people," said the lead vampire calmly. "We don't plan to defeat or kill you, we just need to hold you back."

"It seems that the ritual you perform is really important."

Saren looked at Glendill on the side, "Do we're in a hurry."

“Happy to serve.”

Grundill grinned and stared at the vampires around him with malicious intentions until they let go of the reins of the hound.

All the hounds roared and rushed towards him and Saren, but Grundill's speed and reaction were faster. In just a moment, he had a pistol on his hands.

"Come on, come on!" Amidst the rampant laughter, Grendill opened fire. The bullets fired from the magic pistol were like balls of purple energy, accurately hitting every hound that rushed towards them. Most of the hounds were shot at the head. The bullets and the lightning energy attached to them turned them into corpses in an instant. Only a few excellent guys used their outstanding abilities to avoid the key points.

But they failed to rush to the two of them. Before the lucky ones who dodged the bullet could be happy, the energy arrows from Saren nailed them to the ground.

But their role has been completed. When the hounds just started charging, many vampires had already taken out their staff and started singing in languages ​​they couldn't understand.

And now, judging from their actions, many vampires are obviously about to finish their chanting.

"Beware of their black magic, Grundill, that's not a fun thing!"

Saren shouted Grendill, who was so excited that he rushed, then raised his hand to summon a translucent shield around his body.

"Thank you, my old guy!"

Grendill gave Sarenby a thumbs up, laughed twice more, and started a close fight with some vampires.

"Do you really think you can get what time?" Saren sighed. "If there is a duke or a prince here, it is possible, but the strongest among you is the earl."

He slowly raised his hands, and a stone ball began to condense and form on the top of his head. On the surface of the stone ball, there were strange blue light that kept jumping and a thick layer of greasy substance.

"Destroy quietly in your ignorance," Saren looked at the somewhat panicked vampire and sneered, "Your companions will go down soon to be your company."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone ball rose up rapidly and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The vampires became a little confused. Only a few vampires seemed to understand something. After a brief confusion, they became extremely frightened, and their already pale faces became even more pale.

Soon, the other vampires understood what they were afraid of: a burning boulder was falling rapidly from the horizon.

"Come here, Grundill."

Upon hearing this, Grendill immediately ran to Saren, and a shield made of granite quickly formed, completely sealing them inside.

Then there was a earth-shaking loud noise and a series of screams. Grendill watched with fear that cracks began to appear on the granite shield and continued to spread.

"God," he swallowed with some difficulty, "How long has it been since you used meteorite?"

"It's been a long time," Saren replied simply, "but it looks good, and I'm glad I still remember this rune."

"Please let me know in advance next time," Grundill continued to reply with difficulty, "This spell will most likely scare your teammates to death first."

"My fault, Grundill, my fault."

Saren smiled and removed the shield, "Let's come out and have a look, well... the effect is good."

Grundill stared blankly at the giant pit outside, and the disappeared vampires, "It's more than just good results," he whispered, "You evaporated them all, together with your clothes and weapons."
Chapter completed!