They all call me master

Chapter 770 Burning Ⅱ

The rapid movement of the flames attracted the attention of three barons and four lords in the Einhas territory, and the secret guards and personal guards who followed them were even more nervous.

"Relax.

That's not aimed at us."

Marquis Einhas said with a smile.

Viscount Windsor frowned slightly.

"Count Bernakon?"

The viscount was a little unsure.

Not only was Count Bernakon a little too strong at this time, but also because Count Bernakon was too fast, so fast that he couldn't believe it.

"It's that guy.

Don't be confused.

It's just a part of the witcher's heritage-the part of the potion.

It's very useful.

But it's also deadly."

Marquis Einhas replied.

For the marquis, he had already guessed the scene in front of him.

What other choice did that guy have besides sacrificing himself?

'Oh, poor guy!

The fateful death of the witcher.

I won't do that. ’

The more determined the Marquis was, the more he looked at his guards and servants behind him, and said loudly-

"You should reach the designated location as quickly as possible.

I and the Excellencies will go ahead."

With these words, the silver sword from the double swords on the Marquis' waist flew out directly.

The Marquis jumped on his sword, shook his hand, and the rope fell into the hands of his three barons and four lords.

As for Viscount Windsor?

The Marquis believed that the other party could keep up.

In fact, it was true.

When the Marquis led his subordinates to chase the man and horse in the flames at a high speed, Viscount Windsor's figure began to distort.

That distortion was like the air under high temperature.

But it was more intense.

After each distortion, Viscount Windsor would leave a residual image in the original place.

The residual image kept Viscount Windsor's forward appearance, but his face was dull.

The figure of Viscount Windsor who was moving forward twisted again and again, leaving a trail of afterimages, but the ‘color’ was getting lighter and lighter, until the bright red dress was about to completely fade and become black and white, the first afterimage seemed to be attracted inexplicably, and began to move forward at a high speed to stick to the second afterimage left, and the two merged into one.

Immediately, the face became bright red, and there was some color.

Then, the third, fourth, and fifth.

When nine afterimages merged together, Viscount Windsor twisted forward again.

Marquis Einhas watched this scene silently.

‘The secret art of the Theofat Psychic Order!

However, some secret arts of the ‘Blood Clan’ were integrated! ’

Different from the previous uncertainty.

This time, Marquis Einhas confirmed the secret art of Viscount Windsor.

Immediately, the Marquis thought in his mind how he could kill the other party faster if the two sides fought.

Allies?

There are no eternal allies.

Only eternal interests.

However, that was after he completed his plan.

Now?

He was waiting for good news from the foolish demon hunter.

He believed that the other party would bring him good news.

Of course, it was definitely not to kill the ‘Blood Drinker’.

The weakness of the ‘Blood Drinker’ had always been in his hands.

…

A wild boar weighing more than 600 kilograms was rampaging in the dense forest.

For this wild boar, there was no creature in the dense forest that could threaten it at this moment.

Its brain had not yet fully developed, and it did not understand why it had grown into this appearance in just one night, but after killing the tigers and bears that it had to avoid on weekdays, it began to go deep into the dense forest.

It did not know why it was going there.

It just instinctively felt that it was going there.

There seemed to be something waiting for it there.

More importantly, it was obviously very tired, but it was still moving forward.

It wanted to rest.

But its body did not obey at all.

It ran from dark to dawn.

It ran from dawn to dark again.

The boar's consciousness has completely dissipated.

What remains is the instinct to obey the orders of the 'Blood Drinker'.

The wear and tear of the limbs and joints beyond normal is replenished by the 'Blood Drinker' mobilizing the rest of the boar's flesh and blood.

If there is enough time, it can completely make this gifted boar a mystical creature and the most suitable mount for it.

But unfortunately, time is too tight.

The unexpected exposure made it have to give up on the other party.

'Damn bastard! '

At this moment, the 'Blood Drinker' still did not forget to curse the 'Lady of Pain'.

If it weren't for the other party's 'talkativeness', how could it be exposed when it was perfectly hidden?

In fact, the 'Blood Drinker' suspected that the other party had done something that angered the heavens and the people, so he deliberately exposed it to attract the attention of the demon hunters in the Einhas territory.

The 'Blood Drinker' was quite clear about the strength of the group of demon hunters in the Einhas territory.

After all, it was once one of them.

This ‘blood drinker’ missed that past very much.

Not only because it killed its so-called ‘blood relatives’, but also because it found the true ‘power’ in that past.

A power that is unique to it and suitable for it.

As for the incidental things in this past?

It cares a lot.

Because...

It hates!

It killed its so-called husband, but its so-called son almost killed it, forcing it to become what it is now.

Even though its current situation has exposed it to a deeper level of power.

But this has not made it give up hatred at all.

It had long decided that when it recovered, it would kill its descendants to celebrate.

However, that was a previous decision.

Now, of course, it is not necessary.

It has sensed that its descendants are approaching.

It sensed the disgusting feeling of blood connection very clearly.

But what is even clearer is——

The breath of the demon hunter!

Burning!

Blazing!

This ‘blood drinker’ will definitely not be wrong, it is the demon hunter.

It is also a demon hunter who has truly embarked on the ‘path of the demon hunter’.

The only difference from the demon hunter in its impression is that the speed of this demon hunter...

How can it be so fast?

The moment this question came into his mind, the ‘blood drinker’ could not help but pause for a moment.

Just as he paused for a moment, a ball of flame appeared behind the ‘blood drinker’.

The next moment——

The ball of flame went straight through.

It went through the body of the wild boar.

The moment the huge wild boar was cut into two pieces, it was roasted by the flames and then shattered with the high temperature.

The ‘blood drinker’ hidden in the wild boar’s belly, the half-human-high stone statue that seemed to be standing and half-squatting, which was full of the sense of time, was stabbed in the heart by the tip of the silver sword wrapped in flames.

Ding!