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Oka town.

After the night fell completely, the heavy rain hit again, and the land became muddy again. Some simple wooden houses could not withstand the heavy rain and collapsed directly. The cold wind blew the roof over. They can barely keep their eyes open.

The rain washed the silver armor on their bodies over and over again, and the exaggerated low temperature made the Silver Knight's face turn blue, his body stiff, and his teeth trembling uncontrollably.

The torrential rain was pouring down, and the vision was greatly hindered. Three ferocious gray shadows blatantly approached the Silver Knight guarding the entrance under the cover of night, but no one noticed.

The gray shadow approached the silver knight, and the palm formed by the gray mist stretched out towards the silver long sword at the knight's waist. It has been divided into two parts.

The knight's companion was spattered all over his face with warm blood. Before he could realize what happened, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and fell powerlessly to the ground.

The gray shadow quickly finished off the four silver knights guarding the entrance. They floated above the corpse, baring their teeth and claws triumphantly, and then slowly dissipated into the air.

Two red figures, one big and one small, came out of the darkness. The older girl was playing with a black staff in her hands. The red robe on her body was wet from the heavy rain and stuck tightly to her body. Some curly brown long hair Her hair drooped docilely on her chest, the girl's gray eyes were staring at the corpse on the ground with disdain, her red lips were slightly raised, her smile was full of sarcasm, "a bunch of trash."

The bright red blood mixed with the rainwater flowed to the girl's feet. She raised her foot to step on the bloody water with her boots on purpose. Seeing the boots getting dirty, she grinned as if she was very happy. Her cute and sweet appearance made her She looks like a delicate china doll.

"Eunice." The little girl who was standing behind the girl and only reached her waist looked at the town of Oka shrouded in darkness, and said in a low voice, "Sister Betty doesn't seem to be here."

Eunice turned her head and frowned displeasedly, "You said she was locked up here."

The little girl was holding a skeleton mouse, her gray eyes couldn't hide her worry, "It might have been taken away before we came."

Eunice's mood suddenly became irritable, she scowled coldly with a dark face: "You are really useless."

The little girl pretended not to hear Eunice's scolding, she put her hand on the skeleton mouse and searched around, raised her eyes to look in a certain direction, and said, "It's to the north."

Eunice strode north, playing with her staff, not caring whether the little girl could keep up with her.

The little girl was not yet ten years old, and she was not as stable as Eunice in walking in the heavy rain, but she still tried her best to keep up, and shouted to Eunice's back, "Chelsea seems to be there too."

Eunice, who was walking in front, curled her lips. How did that guy who didn't even know the way be so lucky this time?

Damn.

It rained all night, and Cynthia and Chelsea sat by the fireplace and waited all night. Jia woke up in the middle of the night, but she probably knew that Cynthia and Chelsea would not give her a first hug, so she sat quietly wrapped in a blanket At the end of the bed, I was afraid that what I did would anger them.

But... She secretly raised her head while hugging the blanket, and stared at the backs of Cynthia and Chelsea in confusion. These two vampires seemed to be different from the vampires she had seen.

The rain was getting lighter, and there were random footsteps at the door. Cynthia, who was leaning on a chair and resting her eyes, opened her eyes slightly. Although she hadn't slept well since transmigrating, she was very energetic and felt a little tired. nothing.

Chelsea put on the hood of the cloak and nodded to Cynthia.

There was a knock on the door, and Cynthia cleared her throat and said loudly, "Come in."

Four or five silver knights escorted six or seven witches in. The witches' wrists and ankles were bound with heavy chains, and they had to drive through the night in the heavy rain, making them look extremely embarrassed.

This kind of chain is specially made by the blood clan, just to lock up these special blood slaves.

The captured witches were not very old. They were petite and had heavy chains on their bodies. In addition, they had been bloodletting all these days in captivity, and some of them were too weak to stand upright.

At the end of the witch team, a girl with long brown-red hair was in good spirits. While supporting her companion, she looked up at the people in the room. When her gaze met Chelsea, she was startled.

Chelsea shook her head slightly at the girl.

Viscount Burt walked into the room with a fat body, and while wiping the sweat from his forehead habitually, he flattered Cynthia: "Your honorable blood clan, I have already brought you here."

"That's it, what do you think?"

Cynthia raised her hand to her chin, pretending to be looking at these witches. After a while, she pursed her lips and said, "It looks more appetizing than the food you sent last night."

Only then did Viscount Burt see Jiya sitting at the end of the bed, and he exclaimed, "Master Blood, didn't you eat last night?"

"Didn't I say that, I'm tired of human blood." Cynthia's tone was calm, but Viscount Burt felt that she seemed a little angry. He shrank his shoulders and carefully apologized, "It's my fault, I actually Sending these inferior products to you."

He waved his hand behind him, and a silver knight walked over and grabbed Jiya roughly, and escorted her out.

Jiya started to cry in fear, and turned to look at Cynthia pleadingly. The Silver Knight was worried that Jiya's cries would anger the two blood races in the room, so he simply covered her mouth.

He dragged Jiya out, and just as he stepped out of the room, his shoulder was suddenly held down by a cold palm.

A tall and handsome man dragged Ji Ya out of the hands of the Silver Knight. The man's face was as pale as paper, his golden curly hair shone in the sun, and his red eyes were as thick as blood. He held Ji Ya with weak legs in one hand. Ya, staring at Cynthia with interest, as if seeing something funny, "Look at what I saw?"

"A fake six-generation blood family?"

The man sniffed the air and laughed, "This bad smell will make Bruhe's vampires go mad if they smell it."

Cynthia and Chelsea are using the breath of the Bruch clan as a disguise.

"Master Wilton!" Viscount Burt saw the man covering his mouth in surprise. It took a while for the not-so-smart person to realize what Wilton was just saying. He stared and said in disbelief: "What did you just say? A fake blood race?"

Viscount Burt stared at Cynthia and Chelsea in shock.

Chelsea's heart tightened. Wilton's aura and those scarlet eyes showed his identity. This is a genuine six-generation blood family.

Her witchcraft can only deceive the blood race below the sixth generation, and the blood race above the sixth generation can easily see through it.

Why is there six generations of blood in this small place... Chelsea's hand hidden in the cloak has already touched the space gem at his waist.

The atmosphere became tense in an instant. Compared to Chelsea, who became serious, Cynthia looked much more relaxed. Her calm appearance made Viscount Burt feel that this might be a misunderstanding.

Viscount Burt looked blankly at Wilton and then at Cynthia, not knowing what to do.

Cynthia, who was already mentally prepared, just shook her head slightly, and said lightly, "I was discovered by you." She glanced around, and when she saw a silver knight standing beside her, she reached out and pulled out the silver long sword from his waist. Even a heavy sword for the Silver Knight seemed weightless in her hand.

Seeing her drawing the sword, Wilton raised his eyebrows, curious as to what she wanted to do.

Cynthia drew the sword because she felt insecure because she didn't have anything in her hand. She grabbed the fluffy long sword, took two steps back and came to Chelsea's side, sighed, and said without hope: "Look at your gone."

Chelsea: "..."

Although Cynthia didn't have a deep understanding of the strength of the blood race, the moment she saw Wilton, she felt that they were in danger.

Seeing that Cynthia was so calm, Wilton thought that this protoss had some ability, and he was on guard in his heart. Hearing their conversation, he had a feeling of being teased, which made his face darken instantly.

"Catch the living." Wilton ordered coldly, and several black shadows rushed in behind him.

Seeing that the shadow's face changed slightly, Chelsea pulled out a pitch-black staff and chanted a spell in a low voice. Gray mist began to fill the room, quickly covering everyone's view.

Chelsea stuffed a space gem into Cynthia's hand, and said quickly: "Give this to the witch over there."

As he spoke, he waved his staff again, and several groups of gray shadows wrapped Cynthia and the locked witches on the other side and flew out of the window.

Cynthia and the witches were thrown outside by the gray shadows. The red mist spread from the ground and slowly enveloped the town. Cynthia felt a little cold, and her hand holding the long sword trembled unconsciously, but this uncomfortable feeling It only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing, and a faint white light lingered in her palm, dispelling the blood mist around her.

Cynthia looked down at her hands in surprise, and a dignified voice rang in her ears, "This is the domain of the sixth-generation blood race."

Cynthia came back to her senses and turned to look at the speaker. The other party was a witch. She looked about the same age as Chelsea, and her facial features had not yet opened, and she looked a little green. But compared to other panicked witches, she was young but stable. many.

Seeing Cynthia looking at herself, she nodded slightly, her brown eyes were not panicked but peaceful, and she whispered: "My name is Betty, from the Garcia family."

Garcia... Cynthia recalled Chelsea's instructions just now, and handed her the space gem in her hand, "This is what Chelsea asked me to give you."

Betty was stunned for a moment, and she took the space gem to check it out, a look of joy flashed across her face, "Chelsea actually brought a staff."

Their staffs and witchcraft materials were looted, and they were shackled in chains that sealed witchcraft, which made them no different from weak humans.

Betty distributed the staff to the other witches, and when she was worrying about what to do with the chain on her wrist, she suddenly caught sight of a silver light from the corner of her eye. The sharp blade rubbed against her wrist and cut on the chain, and the chain snapped.

Betty looked down at the free hand, still unable to react, "You..."

This chain was specially made by the blood race, and they might not be able to open it with witchcraft, but this person cut it off with a sword?

Cynthia didn't know why Betty was surprised. She thought she was worried that she would cut off her hand just now, so she smiled at her and said apologetically, "It's the first time I use a sword, and I can't control it well."

Strange to say, the long silver sword is wide and thick, and it doesn't look too light at first glance. At first, Cynthia worried that she wouldn't be able to hold it for too long, but after holding it in her hand, she found that the sword was light in her hand. , No matter how you wave it, you will not feel tired.

It seems that the protoss still has some advantages over human bodies.

"Ah, no, it's nothing..." Betty looked up and found that Cynthia had already gone to cut chains for other witches, so she swallowed back the question that was about to blurt. There is no second way of escaping from here.

Betty took a deep breath, raised her staff and began to chant spells.

The chanting time of witchcraft spells is too long, the speed of activation is too slow, and occasionally some materials are needed to assist, and after using it, the attack power is far from enough to deal with these vampires who are naturally good at fighting.

The witches will always be at a disadvantage against the blood race, unless the blood race steps into their pre-prepared magic circle, maybe they can turn their disadvantage into an advantage.

Although Betty and Chelsea are both the most talented witches of the younger generation, it is still a bit of a fantasy for them to kill a six-generation blood clan under such circumstances.

But even though their chances of killing Wilton were zero, Chelsea and Betty had no intention of giving up waiting to die.

The blood field obstructed their vision to a certain extent. After cutting off the chains on the witch, Cynthia looked up and looked around, but she couldn't find Chelsea at all.

The sound of heavy and orderly footsteps sounded in the blood mist, and the Silver Knight began to search for their whereabouts in the blood field. Cynthia stepped back slightly holding the sword, and her back touched a cold iron frame, making her turn her head vigilantly.

Dozens of sallow, emaciated, scarred human beings sat in the iron cage and watched her silently, their eyes were dull, and they were still a little frightened and afraid of the sudden appearance of the red mist.

Cynthia frowned, and was about to say something when a cold wind suddenly came from behind her. She instinctively dodged, raised her arms, and held the long sword horizontally in front of her, blocking the silver knight's sneak attack.

The sword collided with the sword, and the sword in Cynthia's hand was glowing with a faint white light. The silver knight felt his arm warm up, and the armor on his body suddenly ignited spontaneously for some reason. .

Cynthia's eyes widened slightly, staring at the sword in her hand in surprise. This is... She switched the long sword to the other hand, staring down at the palm, where there was a faint, not very obvious white light.

The gray shadow summoned by the witch took the initiative to find the Silver Knight who was searching for them. The two sides began to fight, and the shouting made Cynthia calm down. Two summoned creatures are protecting you, you can find a chance to escape, I'm going to help Chelsea."

Cynthia looked at her in surprise, raised her eyebrows and smiled and said, "I can't escape this situation by myself." But this witch is quite kind.

Betty sighed, with a downcast face, "I'm sorry to trouble you." She thought Cynthia was a helper hired by Chelsea, and felt a little guilty for bringing her into such a dangerous situation.

"Don't give up, maybe there will be a turning point..." Before Cynthia could finish her comforting words to Betty, the blood field above their heads suddenly burst, and a long green arrow pierced through the air, piercing the blood field and heading straight to the station. Wilton, who was watching the play, left.

Wilton was watching his subordinates playing with those witches, and he realized that something was wrong when the long arrow pierced his blood zone. Wilton dodged in embarrassment, barely avoiding the flying long arrow.

After the blood mist dissipated, Cynthia discovered that the town had been surrounded by green vines at some point. A gust of wind blew away the dark clouds above her head, and golden sunlight shone on the vines. The beautiful girl in green dress was holding a longbow, Stepping on vines with bare feet, their long hair is loosely braided and hangs on their knees, and their pointed ears make them look full of aura.

"Elves..." Betty's tensed back slightly relaxed, she slowly put down her staff, stared at the elves, and whispered to herself: "The turning point has really appeared."

They actually meet elves here.

A shower of arrows flew in, and the Blood Race and the Silver Knight evaded in embarrassment, but they were still pierced through the chest and fell to the ground. In just a few minutes, the identities of the hunter and the prey were switched. And the protoss, turned around and wanted to run.

A long green arrow approached Wilton with a whizzing sound, pierced into his back like lightning, and flew out from his chest. A heart that had long stopped beating was pierced on the arrow's tip.

Wilton bowed his head in disbelief, raised his hand to cover his heart and fell to his knees, never getting up again.

Cynthia was shocked by the power of the arrow, but she turned around and searched, but she didn't see which elf released the arrow.

Thanks to the vampire's habit of playing with their prey, Chelsea was able to support the appearance of the elves. Although Wilton hadn't made a move, it was a bit difficult for Chelsea to fight against four or five seven- and eight-generation vampires alone.

Chelsea put down her staff and raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. Her face was as pale as paper. She leaned against the wall and slowly squatted down. A dizziness in her head made her close her eyes unconsciously.

When Cynthia and Betty found Chelsea, she was about to faint. Betty ran over to check on Chelsea's injuries, then helped her up, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Chelsea stood up with Betty's support, and when she looked up, she saw Cynthia standing next to her. She looked Cynthia up and down, and said with some surprise: "...I didn't expect you to be lucky." good."

They were all more or less injured, only Cynthia was still the same, not at all embarrassed, as if she was also one of the people watching the show.

Cynthia wanted to say something at first, but when she thought of the silver knight who suddenly spontaneously ignited for no reason, the explanation was a little complicated, so she smiled and didn't speak.

After cleaning up all the Blood Race and Silver Knights in the town, the elves jumped off the vines and began to search the town. Cynthia looked at what they were looking for, and asked Chelsea, "What are they looking for?" ?”

Before Chelsea answered, Betty said, "They are looking for their own people."

"When we were imprisoned in the small town of Oka, we saw a few captured elves. They were guarded by several six-generation blood clans and were quickly transferred away."

The number of elves is small, but their fighting power is very strong. Even if they are locked with chains, they cannot be guarded by the silver knights. Only blood clans of more than six generations can restrain them.

The elves searched the town several times and then evacuated after failing to find any of the imprisoned clansmen. However, before evacuating, they deliberately opened all the iron cages where the humans were locked up.

The vines on the ground began to wither. Cynthia looked down, and suddenly the witch's exclamation came from her ears. She raised her head suspiciously, followed the sight of the witches, and found that at the entrance of the town, she did not know when to appear again. A team of elves.

These elves were older, there were men and women, and they all carried a longbow on their backs. Only the head elf had nothing on his back, and his slightly curly light green long hair almost reached his knees.

The leading elf was only wearing a long white dress, with a silver belt framing her slender waist, and the long hair hanging in front of her body couldn't cover her proud figure. The elf's flawless facial features made her look unreal .

"...Who is she?" Cynthia asked thoughtfully, staring at the direction where the elf was.

She waited for a while without waiting for a response, and couldn't help but turned to look at Chelsea and asked again.

Chelsea looked at the leading elf, thought for a while, and replied, "It should be Olivia, the elf queen."

The number one beauty in Staru Continent, Olivia, the elf queen who is rumored to be able to fight against the second-generation blood race.

Although she has never seen the Elf Queen, but judging by the aura and appearance, she should not be wrong.

After the elf girl returned to the team, the elves turned around and left. Polly walked beside Olivia. Seeing that she was a little absent-minded, she couldn't help asking curiously, "Your Majesty, what are you thinking?"

Olivia frowned, her pale green eyes lowered slightly, and her voice was cold, "Did you see that Protoss just now?"

Poli froze for a moment, then nodded, "It seems that there is a protoss." The appearance and temperament of that protoss are quite extraordinary, which can be noticed at a glance.

"Get an elf to follow her and see where she's going."

Polly nodded in response, turned around and went down to make arrangements.

Olivia led the people through the forest. A vine hung down from the tree. There were clusters of small white flowers on the vine, hanging on Olivia's shoulders, exuding a faint fragrance. Olivia Ya stopped in her tracks, raised her eyes to look at the sun half covered by dark clouds, her eyes were deep, the protoss... the race favored by the goddess of light, is it really useless at all?