vampire taboo

The castles are covered with green moss from top to bottom, and the various roads crossing in the center of the castle are already covered with various weeds and thorns because no one walks them all year round.These weeds and thorns all grew crazily towards the wall of the castle, as if they wanted to completely cover this area that had been deserted for an unknown number of years.

The sky, being swayed by the light of the sunset, seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light, and it was printed on this dilapidated old castle, unexpectedly adding a few traces of inexplicable meaning.

Ron, dressed in black, stood in the middle of the old castle, which could be regarded as "the last years of his life", looking at the figure approaching him.

Then, a certain image that had been hidden in his heart flashed out of Ron's mind.

That was his first encounter with Langus.

Ron can't remember how many years ago it was. As an excellent vampire hunter, he naturally participated in the battle between the blood clan and the vampire hunter.

It was completely an accident that Ron met Langus. Ron never expected that at the time of the battle, there would be blood races running to his camp and saying to himself, "Hey, I'm hungry, I'm here to eat." !"

Looking at that face, you are the blood of my food, Ron lost his judgment for the first time, it was too good-looking, or too dazzling, whether it was the appearance or the indifference in his eyes, even The clothes on his body were almost torn, but it didn't affect the nobility emanating from his body in the slightest, which was not found in other blood races.

Apart from these, what Ron cares most about may be the indifferent smile leaked by Langus at this time.

Even if he was in a mess, he still made people addicted to it, but just this one glance made Ron unable to extricate himself.

He took him in, and Ron took Langus in, feeding him with his own blood as he wished.

After eating once, Langus said to him, "Ron, you should eat more blood-enriching food!" He said, "I'm almost drinking your blood!"

Ron doesn't care about these, he has always been proud, so he responded indifferently, "I am willing!"

Ron still remembers that when he said this, there was a soft smile on Langus's expressionless face.

However, Ron knew that Langus had always regarded him as a friend, and Ron knew that there seemed to be something deeper about Langus himself. He didn't want Langus to be his friend, if it wasn't for What happened later, if I hadn't pierced Langus' heart with my own hands, the relationship between myself and Langus should have been able to continue like this.

Many people in the tribe died, and they were sucked to death. As a vampire hunter, I naturally knew that this was done by the vampires. The identity of Langus was kept secret. In the end, for the so-called throne, Ron personally killed Lan Gusi. Gus handed it over.

"Crucify him, crucify him, crucify that vampire!" Ron never thought that such a scene would appear, thousands of hunters were waiting for him to judge this sinner, Ron had to do this, he would not let him Dead, at least let him not die, so he personally judged Langus.

"Hey, Ron, I didn't kill those people!"

When he said these words, Langus's face was already indifferent, only despair.

Seeing the blood of Langus on his hands, Ron hated himself so much for the first time.

The blood clan who was nailed through the heart would not die, as long as there was blood left, but by the time Ron presented his own blood without telling the people in the clan, Langus had already disappeared.

That place is here.

The ancient castle carried Ron's deepest memory of Langus.

He met Langus here, he saved Langus here, and finally let Langus leave here forever.

Langus had stood side by side with Ron at some point.

"Remember this place?" Ron asked expectantly.

"forget!"

Langus glanced at the barren area and said indifferently.

"Forgot..." Ron looked up at the sky, and the sunset glow had disappeared at some point, leaving a black curtain covering the entire sky.Just like him and Langus, the past can never go back, no matter how much Ron misses it.But, Ron, not reconciled, this time he will tie him firmly, Langus.

"Want to know about the blood race? Do you want to get what you want? If you promise to stay by my side forever in the future, I will tell you everything." Ron said lightly, his curly hair followed by the night It turned out to be more conspicuous.

A strong sense of oppression came from Langus's body, only rushing towards Ron.

He glanced at Ron indifferently. Langus naturally knew what kind of person Ron was. It was definitely not because of such a thing that he was able to come here, although this was also one of his goals.

"It's not good for you if the blood race falls into a deep sleep. You should know better than me about the peace here. If the blood race perishes, there will be no need for vampire hunters after all. In the southwest, there are hundreds of millions of werewolves waiting for an opportunity."

Of course, Ron knew what Langus said. When the blood clan perishes, vampire hunters will have no value in existence. By then, the whole flax may become the world of werewolves. The other two races have several generations more.

Ron glanced at the sky that was completely dark, then pointed to the sky with his finger, and said solemnly, "God, appeared!"