Crimson Servant

The wind and snow seemed to exist specifically to torture people. When the night was deep and the adventurers went into their sleeping bags to rest, the heavy snow outside the house had already died down. The goose-down-like snow layer swallowed up all the sounds, as if the world outside the wooden house had died. It was a loneliness that could affect the hearts of awake people, driving every unwilling soul into dreams.

The flames in the fireplace were dying out, but it didn't matter. The remaining heat in the house was enough to keep the adventurers warm, or wake them up at dawn.

They didn't close the only window. Before going to bed, Dalia solemnly emphasized to others the importance of keeping oxygen flowing. Although most people here have enough survival knowledge, seeing the girl's serious popularization of science, several people kindly didn't disturb her.

And now, the half-closed window was gently pushed open, and the black boots stepped on the window sill, and the sound was as light as a feather falling. The uninvited guest glanced inside the wooden house, and the pair of observing eyes appeared blood red in the dark.

Without words, these silent intruders who walked like cats entered the wooden house one by one. They hid their bodies in the deep shadows, and their unsheathed weapons had been taken out. Each adventurer was accompanied by at least two assassins. The wooden house was almost full at this moment, but strangely, the pale moonlight swept across the white snow outside the house, and there was no footprint outside the window.

The focus of more than a dozen pairs of blood-red eyes gathered together, and one of them took out the magic brooch that was emitting a red halo. The dim light illuminated the pale face of the assassin. Their identical blood-colored cloaks were printed with the seal of the vampire Count Smelki.

They were the vampire assassins of Count Smelki. The defeated vampire couldn't help but reach out to his property, even though he realized that these scattered properties might be a trap set by the female monster.

The assassins were very cautious. They had been tracking the wizard and the elf warrior for some time, and missed many opportunities to assassinate them along the way. They waited patiently until now, and finally decided to turn this isolated snowfield into their burial place.

The magic brooch was a magic item given by the count as a precautionary measure. It contained a group-wide [Vampire Charm], which was a more powerful and special human charm.

Without defense, even an awake opponent would be controlled, not to mention an already sleeping adventurer.

"Did you sense it?" the vampire assassin whispered.

"Yes, I sensed it, on this elf."

After the vampire confirmed the news of the treasure, he decided to take action. Although they were not sure, they would kill these adventurers who wasted their time, but the news that the mission was happily completed would undoubtedly make them feel much more relaxed.

"What are you so happy about?"

An abrupt voice sounded in the vampire's ear.

The vampire did not hesitate, and the sharp blade in his hand stabbed down at lightning speed, and then they moved their sight downward.

There was no real feeling of piercing the flesh, and the same was true for what they saw. Because Lucien's body was twisting under the attack, the vampire finally saw only the mocking expression of the illusionist.

"Guess why your magical props are ineffective?"

"Gone?! The brooch is gone!" The vampire looked at his empty palm. A few seconds ago, he thought he was holding the magic brooch.

The vampire's preemptive strikes all failed. The attack passed through the adventurers' illusions, and the same thought flashed through their minds at the same time.

All illusions?

In a flash, a painful scream and a flying broken arm denied their thoughts.

The elf who was originally their target had stood up from a half-squat. One of the vampires who attacked him was kicked away, and the other vampire lost his arm.

The assassin took a look at the scimitar in the elf's hand, and was a little surprised that the surface elves would use such a dark weapon, but soon their bloodthirstiness and numerical advantage made them roar in attack.

"He's only one person!!!"

Francis unfolded his two swords, bent his legs slightly, and the wild fighting rage on his face showed a murderous grin.

The vampires' dark vision made it easy for them to see the elf's expression, and the fierce momentum like a volcanic eruption made these undead creatures feel an ominous chill.

"I'm enough."

Francis rushed towards the vampire. He executed the vampire who had lost an arm with unparalleled swiftness, then stepped on his cooling body and jumped suddenly, dodging the incoming dagger, stepped on the wall for a second jump, and danced the dance of death with his rotating body in the air.

No vampire was a match for Francis. The vampires desperately found that their defense was useless to this terrible elf. The blocking skills they suppressed panic and calmly would be easily seen through by the pair of eyes flashing cold light. There was always a scimitar on every flaw, as if the two sides had agreed that the vampire would automatically hit the elf's deadly blade with his body.

When the weapon blocked a scimitar, another scimitar would always pierce their bodies, blood splattered, and screams accompanied every move of the shadow of death. They were named elite by Count Smelki, but in front of Francis, close combat was no different from children.

Monster! He is a monster!!!

There was no way to stop him. The remaining vampires could only retreat in fear away from the blood elf who was stained red by the blood of his fallen companion.

Using the time gained by the death of his companion, the vampire cast a spell of human immobilization on the monster that frightened him.

Less than six feet away, Francis easily dodged the spell halo.

The vampires who saw this scene were simply insane, and their souls screamed hysterically in their minds.

True Ancestor! Why! You can actually avoid the human immobilization spell in such a narrow space! The bodies of their fallen companions almost filled the floor! ! !

Two more fell, and Francis's ferocity had completely shattered the confidence of the last two vampires to fight. They rushed to the window frantically, scrambling to escape from the monster.

One vampire succeeded, and with the screams of his accomplices, he stepped half of his foot over the windowsill. He immediately used his vampire ability to transform into a group of bats, trying to hide in the dark night.

As a result, a strong light flashed outside the window, and the strong flash like the sun at noon illuminated the window and the room as bright as day. The vampire screamed as if he saw the sun, and he could not maintain his transformation and fell back into the wooden house. The vampire, with burning eyes, knew that he was finished, but the sharp blade he expected did not fall immediately.

After his vision was slightly restored, the vampire looked at the executioner standing among the corpses in confusion, and found that the other party was also covering his face with one hand, and he had just recovered his vision like himself.

Then, Francis, who was accidentally injured by Lucien's flash, took off the fake leather mask on his face. He had tears in his eyes, and his eyes were red when he opened the dark vision. Lucien caused the greatest damage to Francis in this single challenge.

Seeing the opponent's body skin color change from white to purple-black, gradually matching the pair of deadly scimitars in his hands, and seeing Francis' true face clearly, the vampire was scared to death, and his last scream came from the wooden house.

"You are... the Darkness Destroyer!!!"

Reminded by Francis' prophecy, John and the other two who had been hiding outside the cabin watched the bats turn into vampires and enter the cabin where only Francis was left. Then they heard the sound of swords clashing, and the shrill screams continued.

Dalia anxiously asked us repeatedly when we would rush in to support.

"He doesn't need help." John answered firmly.

Dalia looked at Inlucien for help. The illusionist had just released the strong light spell.

"He's right, but as a companion, we should really show our support."

Inlucien shouted, "I'm going to help!" and rushed into the cabin.

Two seconds later, a new illusionist appeared under the eyes of the two.

"I'm done helping."

Facing the questioning eyes of John and Dalia, Inlucien raised his proud thumbs up.

"I let him kill one more person and contributed a precious head."