On the continent of Blasares, there were countless poems praising the rushing rivers and trickling streams, as well as tragic music describing the merciless disasters of water and fire. However, Vincent felt that he should write a poem to praise the greatness of this "Crane Star Marsh Flood".
Looking at the water with the momentum of a thousand white horses charging together, Fei Yi'an immediately smelled the danger. His first order was to have his lichs immediately erect an ice wall where the flood was about to pass, to divert the water that might carry divine power away from where the undead army was passing.
The lichs also immediately carried out this order, and an "inverted V" shaped ice wall was assembled in an attempt to split the flood in two.
"Is it so easy?" Vincent said with a smile. Although his makeshift force field boat was swirling in the water and unable to target the spell, activating a magic circle that had been prepared was just a matter of chanting a few spells.
Fei Yi'an was suddenly surprised to find that the entire Broken Star Swamp was surrounded by a huge magic aperture, and the constantly flashing words and spells heralded unknown dangers. Since the Undead Magic Orb could only bring out the undead creatures sealed inside, but could not take it back, he had no time to evacuate his troops who had already charged to the center of the swamp instantly. The face-destroying elf, who could no longer find a suitable solution, could only seize the time to set up various protective spells on himself. In his haste, he couldn't immediately figure out the function of this magic formation.
The light of the magic formation flickered for the last time, and then suddenly went out. The entire land of the Broken Star Swamp seemed to have been stomped by a Titan. It shook violently and sank downwards . Countless small holes popped up from the land.
The rushing water was guided underground by the magic town before it hit the ice wall formed by the lich . Through the pipe that Vincent had dug out with magic, he went around directly underneath the undead army. They turned into powerful fountains, breaking through the shackles of the soil from underground, venting the anger of the entire elven kingdom on these undead.
The white water foam dazzled everyone's eyes , and the sound of water from thousands of fountains completely blocked all other sounds. Even if there were banshees making their roars at this time, they would seem insignificant in the roaring sound.
"Not good!" Fei Yi'an only had time to say this before he was overturned by the water column emerging from his feet. He only received a little impact, but the undead creatures under him were not so lucky.
The river of Erutalon suddenly vented the long-standing resentment against these undead, washing away these invading enemies with powerful holy power. White smoke kept rising from the monsters from the world of death, causing them to raise their hands wildly but in vain and keep struggling.
The lich and the skeleton naga, who knew some magic , wanted to fly into the sky, but they were delayed in order to form an ice wall. When the water spurted up from below, their spell was only the beginning. Although these guys have lost their senses after becoming undead, holy water allows them to regain this "weakness". When they deeply felt the pain of being gradually melted, the taking-off spell had already deformed and lost its effectiveness.
Without the continuous reinforcement of the Lich , the ice wall was destroyed in a short time. This artificial flood suppressed the whole body and drowned all the undead. The skeletons and zombies struggled in vain. They kept splashing on the water, but they could only accelerate the speed at which they were submerged. The power of the holy water completely enveloped them, completely cleaning the remaining necromantic power in their bone marrow, turning it into blue smoke and flying into the sky.
Powerful undead creatures like lich could only hold on for a while, but when Kubert floated to their side, their only hope was shattered. Vincent cleverly suppressed the final counterattack launched by the undead with spells, thus giving the priest sufficient time. When the power of dispersion breaks out, these greatly weakened lichs can no longer exist in this world.
"I feel very good now." Kubert could not see the fatigue after using the holy power at all . He said: "The number of undead creatures destroyed this time was large, even enough to get my name into the Temple of Greafury . It’s recorded in the classics.”
"Disperse, not eliminate." Vincent said: "As long as these lichs still have intact phylacteries, their ability to move will never disappear. Although you have completely crushed their bodies now, they will still Rise again beside the phylactery.”
"Anyway, these undead shouldn't be able to cause any harm to Heather." Kubert looked at the flooded forest, and there were countless undead creatures buried under the gradually calming river water. Their attempt to reach the Elf Holy Land was forever terminated here.
"It should be." Vincent said: "Even if there is something missing, Fei Yi'an will not have the power to attack Heather. Even if he still retains a certain amount of immortal soul, the Holy Mountain itself is enough to eliminate him."
"I remembered it after you said that." Kubot said: "The disfigured man shouldn't be directly drowned by the flood, right? Where did he hide?"
Vincent flicked his fingers to release the force field, and the two of them stood in the water that was only as high as their knees. His eyes kept scanning around, but found no trace of Fei Yi'an.
"He is no longer here, maybe he has escaped." Vincent thought for a while and then said: "However, I always feel that he took advantage of the flood to bypass the two of us and go directly to Heather."
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!" Kubert said: "How can we let such a culprit go?"
"How many more spells can you use?" Vincent asked the priest with a smile: "Apart from the ability to heal, what else do you have left?"
Only then did the pastor regain his composure. When I was clearing out the undead just now, I was a little excited and had already used up all the offensive spells. If Vincent still possesses the powerful staff and maintains combat effectiveness, Kubert can only play a supporting role as a rear-line personnel.
"Our mission is basically over here." Vincent said, "The rest can be left to the Elf Queen."
Kubert nodded , and then shook his head: "How can this be done? Even if I don't have the power, I think you still have some strength left. Similarly, I estimate that Fei Yi'an still has the possibility of fighting. If it is due to negligence , wouldn’t it be a pity to fall short of all the efforts?”
Vincent stared into Kubert's eyes, wondering about the man's true character. So he deliberately said: "The Elf Queen is very powerful. Her life will not be in danger. At most, she will suffer some injuries. Only when the elves are greatly damaged will Holy Greafury have a better chance of forming a stable alliance with Salantir." .Isn’t this what you’ve been expecting?”
"What is the purpose of forming an alliance? It's not to fight against evil! I can't do this kind of thing just to form an alliance and ignore the threat of evil ." Kubert was a little angry. He said, "I'm not as calculating as a mage. I only know that destroying a skeleton will reduce one point of evil. If I can't help the Elf Queen fight against the Necromancer, I will be very upset! This is what I think, and it will also be what Greafury, the God of Light , instructs."
"He doesn't care what you are thinking." Vincent lifted the corner of his robe and walked in front of Kubert with water dripping down his face: "Master Priest, the road is not told, you have to walk on your feet."
"What a strange man." Kubert muttered to himself while trying to follow the black-robed figure in front of him.
In the Holy Land of Heather, the elves here have no idea what is happening in the Broken Star Swamp . Their attention was now focused on the Unicorn Bay area to the west. The crazy fishmen finally lit the fire, and they were almost dizzy by the maze formed by the big tree . The Moonhand Guards led by Cady had caused heavy casualties to their chain of command and had plunged them into chaos.
"Burn all these big trees, so we can get out from here?" A fishman , a thought, a word.
Then there was the fire that shot up into the sky.
The fish people dived into the water in fear. They were very afraid of this red tongue, which would dry out their scales and prevent them from swimming normally in the water. But in their stupid minds, putting themselves in the fire and hoping to burn a way out before it turns into fish soup is actually a very smart approach.
If they encounter the tough lords on the southern continent of Blasares or the orc army in the northern wilderness , they would like these fish to be burned to death in the woods. But the elves didn't think so. They felt that the flames not only lit the trees, but also tortured their souls crazily and endlessly.
With almost no need for more thinking and negotiation, Kedi asked the big trees to evacuate the fire area as soon as possible, so as not to let this ancient forest turn into charcoal. The murlocs accidentally bumped into each other and were lucky enough to find a way to Heather.
The only thing that could comfort Kaidi was the arrival of reinforcements. He finally listened to the advice of the mage Vincent and went to the south of the Elf Kingdom to mobilize troops before the battle to prepare for an ambush. But because of the fire, the ambush turned into an encounter. The crazy murlocs relied on their absolute superiority in numbers to continuously compress the elven army backwards.
So now the land of Heather is busy, and the elves have gathered here to prepare for the final battle. In their opinion, the defeat of the ghost army led by the banshee freed them up to focus on dealing with this group of murlocs who took advantage of the situation .
Elf Queen Hernfangrui bent down and gently placed her palm on Shelley's forehead. Although the half-drow's wounds have healed, he still hasn't woken up due to fatigue caused by exertion and toxins. Little Sokka worriedly pulled on the Elf Queen's clothes and looked at Shelley who was unconscious.
"She's fine, don't worry." The queen would come to visit this guest specifically at this time, which surprised the busy elf warriors. The Archdruid directly opposed it. He believed that Her Majesty the Queen should command the battle from the safety of the temple.
"Soka, just watch Shelley here and don't leave." The Queen said.
Soka shook his head firmly: "Sister Shelley and brother Vincent are going to beat those damn bad bones. I can't be idle here."
"You are so brave. Well, I will bless you." The Queen leaned down and kissed Sokka gently on his forehead. The little angel then staggered, fell to the ground and began to sleep soundly.
Hurn Fanrui gently placed Soka next to Shelley, and then left the room. She said to the guards following closely: "You, go and call Nosta."
"Your Majesty the Queen, we don't know where the Archdruid is right now. There are too many things to take care of here. I'm afraid we have to search again in Heather. In this way, what will happen to your safety?"
"What will happen if I'm here in Heather?" The Queen smiled, like the warm spring sunshine driving away the last doubts of the elf guards. She said, "Find him and ask him to come to me in the temple. Now go quickly."
After all the elves around her set off, she glanced in the direction of the Broken Star Marsh , and then quietly walked onto the tree bridge. However, the direction he was heading was not the temple located on the top of the mountain, but the dock where the boats were moored at the foot of Heather Mountain.
When Her Majesty wants to stand out, she can draw all attention to herself. She was tall and beautiful at that time. But when she wants to hide her traces, she can be like an ordinary leaf in the entire forest, elegant but inconspicuous. She passed by countless busy elves, with a smile on her face, and happily looked at their enthusiasm for this holy land, without attracting the attention of a single member of her race.
When Arch Druid Nosta hurried to the temple with doubts, there was no one here. There is just one more boat on Heather's holy lake. The Elf Queen parked the boat in the middle of the lake alone and waited.
Nosta soon found the unexpected boat, wondering why the Queen would leave the safety of the Holy Land. But before he could give the order to pull Her Majesty back, he discovered something that frightened him.
From the direction of the Broken Star Marsh , three huge shadows floated over.
Fei Yi'an finally found an opening and relied on his magic to withstand the impact of the flood, and left the swamp while Vincent and Kubert eliminated the lich . The anger originally aroused by Vincent in his heart was poured out by the cold river water and disappeared without a trace. He regained his calmness and reason. When he reset his goal to the Holy Land of Heather, whether to eliminate these two roadblocks became less important.
The power of the Undead Magic Orb is basically exhausted, and there are not many undead creatures left in it. However, these three monsters flying in the sky are the three most powerful undead in this artifact-dracolich .
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But Fei Yi'an also knew in his heart that even if there were ten dracolichs, let alone three , it would be impossible to occupy the holy land of Heather. However, he still had one thing to do. There is something more important to do than occupy this land.
The Elf Queen saw the shadow flying from the sky. She raised her hand, and a beam of light shot out from her fingers, accurately shining on Fei Yi'an.
The disfigured man was startled, but then realized that the sudden spell did not cause any harm. He followed the light and saw the Queen's boat. After only being stunned for a moment, he commanded three dracolichs to rush down.
Nosta's heart almost jumped into his throat, and he immediately used the Archdruid's ability to transform into a giant air element. Roaring and flying out of the temple window.
Three dracolich surrounded the queen. They grinded their bones and teeth provocatively, or used their thin bone wings to fan the wind and blow it on the queen's face. But no matter how eager they were to tear the elf in front of them into pieces, they couldn't do anything until Fei Yi'an gave the order.
"Hello, Her Majesty the Elf Queen, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Fei Yi'an ordered a dragon lich to entangle the coming air element Archdruid, and then continued: "I don't know why you asked me to come. What are you doing?"
"Actually, you called me here." The Queen said: "When the first thick smoke of war polluted the green leaves of the forest, I heard your call. Ambition, hatred and anger, these three voices played It's the most disgusting music for elves."
"This is just a prelude, just a prelude." Fei Yi'an said: "I looked at the beautiful holy mountain behind you again, and I couldn't find the right words to describe my current mood."
"You have been away from the music of the elves for too long."
"You're right, it's been a long time." Fei Yi'an stamped the Dracolich 's back with his foot and ordered the guy to quiet down. Then he said: "Your Majesty the Queen, to be honest, are you confident in protecting the Holy Mountain of Heather? Has the powerful magic barrier been opened so that you can appear in front of me?"
"As long as the faith of the elves does not disappear, then Heather will not be tainted. It is impossible for your undead to enter the scope of the Holy Mountain."
"Yes, it is indeed impossible for my undead." Fei Yi'an took out the undead magic bead from his arms and looked at the black breath that was constantly rotating inside: "This thing is actually very simple. It gathers the souls of the surrounding dead. Get up and transform into undead. Or store the undead creatures destroyed by the user. The magic barrier of Holy Land Heather is also very simple. Once it is opened, the evil souls other than elves will be very seriously damaged, even the dragon wizard The demon can’t rush in easily.”
"But!" Fei Yi'an said: "The souls of those dead elves can freely pass through that barrier."
After saying these words, the last black energy in the undead orb disappeared, and the thousands of elves sacrificed in the first undead attack all turned into ghosts, standing neatly behind Fei Yi'an. Their eyes looked longingly at the Holy Mountain of Heather, knowing that it was the final destination of their souls. But they held tightly to their weapons, the weapons they had used against the undead before they died. Once Feian's order comes, they will occupy the white Heather Peak with their persistence in returning to that holy land.
"In this case, are you still sure to stop these undead?" Fei Yi'an said.
"No, it seems there is nothing I can do." The Elf Queen said calmly.
Randomly write about the Vampire Prince
"Lord Soyarad, the task you assigned me has been completed."
"All done? Well done. How many souls did you get this time?"
"Exactly fifty. People nowadays are becoming more and more depraved. As long as you gently seduce them twice, they will obediently trade their souls for those illusory things."
"Yes, then go down. Rest for three days, and then go find the souls of a hundred people. I still need to prepare the magic."
"My lord, you swore that as long as I can find the souls of fifty people, you will increase my ability by one rank. But..."
"Did I say when?"
"Sir, please. In three months, I will face an attack by those vampire hunters on my mortal residence. My current ability is not enough..."
"I will never go back on what I swore. So, you don't have to say it anymore. This time I promise you that when you find the souls of a hundred more people, I will improve your abilities on the night of the full moon. "
"Thank you sir"
Thoralard turned to the back of his palace, where many other vampires lived - all women. From children to young women, white skin, yellow skin and dark skin are found in all races. He walked gently through the hall full of "hers" without even looking at them, and went straight to his library.
On the wall of his library, a dying female angel was tied to a big X bracket.
"I came to see you again. That little guy did a great job. He brought me 50 souls today. They are fresh and delicious, and several of them are pure and flawless child souls. That taste... Miss Angel, you want Don’t you want to try it too?”
looked at the vampire in front of her from her long, disheveled hair . He was sitting in a purple-red wooden soft chair, holding a glass of blood-colored wine and looking at her. The wine glass swayed and rotated gently, and the bright red liquid inside was also swirling.
In his hand was an exquisite golden vial, engraved with silver-white runes and two obvious cross patterns.
He gently picked up the vial and opened the cork. A small white ball of light rolled out, plopped into the wine glass that had been waiting below, and slowly sank into the bright red liquid surface. .
He drank it all in one gulp, looked at the angel opposite with a smile , turned around and left with the vial without saying a word.
There was only one female angel left in the room who was struggling helplessly on the shelf. She stared at the direction he left with a look of contempt and pity. Her feathers were scattered on the floor, fluttering gently...
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"Lord Soyarad, the task you assigned me has been completed."
"All done? Well done. How many souls did you get this time?"
"Exactly one hundred. People nowadays are becoming more and more depraved. As long as you gently tempt them twice, they will obediently trade their souls for those illusory things."
"Yes, then you go down. Rest for three days, and then go find the souls of two hundred people. I still need to prepare the magic."
"Sir, you swore that as long as I can find the souls of a hundred people, you will increase my suction ability by one rank on a full moon night. But..."
"Did I say which moon is full?"
"Sir, please. In one month, I will face an attack by those vampire hunters on my mortal residence. My current ability is not enough..."
"I will never go back on what I swore. So, you don't have to say it anymore. This time I promise you that when you find the souls of two hundred more people, I will be there on the full moon night after you come back." To improve your abilities.”
"Thank you... thank you... people"
He returned to the library where the angels were kept, ignoring the lustful looks of a group of women outside. At that time, they all clung to him bitterly, begging him to grant them vampire eternal life. He agreed and did it. But a vampire with a master cannot resist his master. These women stayed in this courtyard from then on, unable to leave even a step.
Eternal life is about enduring loneliness.
He looked at the angels on the shelf and shook the golden vial in his hand: "The thing you angels use to attract people's souls is indeed very useful. After using it, everyone seemed to think they had arrived in heaven. But, here they are. I'm here."
The angel raised his head and looked at the evil creature in front of him with pity.
"There's something wrong with your eyes, my lovely relatives in the sky. Have you been living up there and learned that you can no longer look up? Do you feel that you are already the greatest existence?"
"When you no longer look upward, how do you know that you have actually been surpassed by others?"
"I still don't like the look on your face."
He began to uncork the bottle, devouring the souls inside one bite at a time, describing the ecstasy to the angel in front of him after each bite.
The angel looked up at him, with blazing anger burning in his blue eyes - the anger of heaven.
He chuckled, turned and left the library.
There was only one female angel left struggling on the shelf. She stared at the direction he left with hatred and anger in her eyes. Her feathers were scattered all over the floor, as if they were burning...
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"Lord Soyarad, the task you assigned me has been completed."
"All done? Well done. How many souls did you get this time?"
"Exactly two hundred. People nowadays are becoming more and more depraved. As long as you gently tempt them twice, they will obediently trade their souls for those illusory things."
"Yes, then go down and rest for three days. I still need to prepare the magic."
"Sir, you swore that as long as I can find the souls of two hundred people, you will increase my vampire ability by one rank on this full moon night. But..."
"Can you see the moon?"
"Sir, I beg you. My residence will be attacked in three days, and I don't want to lose it. Just..."
"Half a year ago, how long did it take you to seduce a person's soul?"
"About three days."
"What now?"
"For a little while..." He lowered his head.
"Have your abilities not improved?" Soyalade lay in the soft chair and gently touched the golden vial in front of him with his fingers: " The most powerful weapon in the world is their influence on other people's minds. Have you listened? What about the vampire named "Yang"? He worked hard to train his mental abilities, which is indeed a smart choice."
"Now your ability has surpassed your previous title. However, in order to reward you, I still have to give you something."
He took out a finely embroidered small bag from his close-fitting pocket, placed it on the table in front of him, opened it carefully, and gently held a pill between his two fingers.
"This can enhance your abilities. I made it with that magic. I don't want to bother with any more rituals to improve your abilities. You can just eat this. But..."
"Sir, I will always be your most devoted slave..."
"I don't want others to know the existence of this thing, so you go to my library in the back and eat it as soon as you enter. Wait until your strength is stable before you come out. Don't let anyone see the flaw."
"Yes! Master!" He picked up the projectile excitedly and walked quickly to the library.
Thorallard put the pocket back into his vest and began to play with the golden vial in his hand.
In the library, he was growing in strength crazily. Huge black flesh wings pierced out from his back, and all the muscles in his body were twitching violently. Blood-red light emanated from the eyes, and black breath spewed from the mouth.
The angel looked at the demon in front of him, his eyes full of sadness, feathers scattered on the ground, and tears...
After a long time, the entire castle became quiet. Zoyarad walked up to the angel. They were the only ones in this silent library.
"Lovely angels, you always live on the high mountain of heaven. You feel that the creatures under your feet are just a group of ants. Their only role is to cause you trouble - and you have to lead them to heaven again and again."
His fingers gently brushed the exposed white skin of the angel, and then gently rubbed her smooth face. "But I must say that you are indeed very attractive to me. Even I, a vampire prince, can seduce you, let alone those mortal humans."
"What's the difference between you and us? Are you just using sweet words to take away other people's souls?"
"No! We take away the souls so that they can enjoy a happy eternity in heaven!" The angel finally spoke.
"Are you happy forever? You also know that the vampires derived from me outside have gained eternal life. Do you think they are happy?"
"You are imprisoning them, and of course they will not be happy if they are not free."
"Is there any boundary in Tiandang ? Is there a wall in Eden? Isn't it a big cage there?"
"………………"
"Would you like to come and serve me?"
"No way!"
He gently brought his mouth close to the angel's neck, gently licked the soft skin there with his long and narrow tongue, and slowly pierced it with his fangs.
The skin was gently indented by the pressure of the teeth, where the blood vessels were now clearly visible.
The teeth moved downward little by little, just like its owner who was full of patience.
Finally, he thrust it in. Zoyarad stretched out his arms and hugged the angel tightly. Their bodies were pressed together without any gap. He took a deep breath and began to suck the angel's neck greedily. .
The angel slowly closed his eyes and shed painful tears.
"Ah ~~~~" Zoyarad suddenly let out a scream, covered his mouth and ran out.
The angel watched in confusion as the powerful vampire prince fled.
On the second day, two vampire women secretly opened the door and walked in front of the angel. They began to untie the shackles on the angel.
"Zoyarad's strength was greatly damaged by drinking your blood. If it hadn't been for its own strength, it would have been turned into ashes on the spot. You also know that we are also women who are suffering..."
"Please, kill him quickly, so that we can be free."
The angel looked at the vampires in front of her silently. After they untied the last shackle, she flew to the courtyard and looked at the vampires in the courtyard: "If I kill Soyalade, wouldn't I free you all?" ?Aren’t there hundreds of wandering demons in this world? No!”
She jumped up and flew into the sky. Her eyes were filled with anxiety.
At night, under the full moon, a blazing fire was burning in a small village. A figure was wandering among the burning houses with a long sword. He raised his ears and listened for cries for help from anywhere around him. Then he ran over to find that person and killed him with his sword.
The angel fell in front of him: "Why are you doing this! They are innocent!"
"No one is innocent." He pointed his sword at the angel: "They will attack me, and I cannot allow this threat to exist."
"Why ~why do you have to do this!" The angel looked at the long sword that was still bleeding in his hand. At his feet lay the mutilated body of a girl.
In the next moment, two powerful beings fought together with their respective weapons. The ground was covered with white feathers and feathers stained with blood.
The moon disappeared behind the dark clouds, and the crazy man was dead. The angel lay weakly beside a large stone, sobbing softly. A black figure landed gently beside the angel. It was him, Zoyarad.
"What's wrong, my little sweetheart, who bullied you?" the vampire asked the beauty in front of him leisurely.
"You!" Angel stood up suddenly: "Why did you turn him into a vampire! Why why!" Angel pointed at the man on the ground who was beheaded by her and shouted loudly.
"Because you love him." The vampire gently brushed away a trace of burning ash falling on his shoulder, "and I want you."
The angel looked at the vampire prince in front of him, and used his remaining strength to summon the flaming sword and slash at the demon in front of him.
Zoyarad gently clamped the oncoming sword between his two fingers - the angel was already very weak after a long period of imprisonment and the previous battle.
"By the way, I never told you before. The guy you loved and killed was not a vampire. He was just a human, and he was still the hunter - a vampire hunter."
blood-red eyes filled with tears .
"No! This is impossible! He won't... won't!" The angel took two steps back, a pair of wings trembling violently, and pieces of feathers falling down.
"Go and have a look. Only vampires above the Duke can afford this soul-catching bottle in your heaven. He was just hypnotized by me and thought he was a vampire."
"Then, he thought that the people around him were vampire hunters, and they were all coming to kill him. This man's understanding is really strong. He can seduce people's souls into corruption so quickly even if they are not vampires. In the past six months, he has It really brought me a lot of delicious snacks.”
"There are always the most fundamental evil thoughts in human hearts, and those thoughts are only blocked by a layer of identity. As long as this layer of cover is gently removed, they will show their true colors to you. What I have done is just It's just to give him real freedom..."
The angel abandoned the sword in her hand, rushed forward, and bit Soarad's neck with her teeth: she wanted to punish his enemy with the enemy's method, the method she thought was the most evil.
Slowly, the feathers on the angel's back turned black and hung down softly. The hands that were tearing the vampire's clothes apart slowly relaxed and hugged the vampire's body tightly. The angel clung to Zoyarad's body, as if he wanted to blend into the deepest darkness.
"Well...well..." The angel greedily sipped the blood in Zoyarad's veins, unwilling to waste a drop.
He gently stroked her silver hair, covered her injured body with a cloak - although the wounds there were healing quickly - raised her chin, and gently wiped away the blood around her mouth with his fingers. , looking into those longing blue eyes.
"Actually, what you need to let go of is just one identity, my most adorable concubine..."
Vampire Law: When an advanced Vampire wants to create a new Vampire, he must first absorb the blood of the person who wants to evolve, and then give him the pure blood of the Vampire to complete the process. Special note: During the first embrace, the blood-sucking action must be completed voluntarily by both parties, and forced blood injection is impossible.