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"You want to go back?"

Alice was a little surprised by Aaron's decision and couldn't help but ask more: "Why?"

When he was in Leiden City, Aaron's attitude was that he wanted to stay away, but it was she who finally convinced him.

And now, why does he want to go back so well?

Going back this time, the risk factor is completely different from the previous one.

At least in the past, the Sogetos family would still worry about their face and only dared to use assassination. But now, if the news that Vanya Grant III has stolen the power of the Hanging Sword is leaked, what will greet them is not as simple as assassination. .

The Saugetos family will have every reason to vent their anger over Baals in various ways, while the Iris family will also have to keep silent about this matter for obvious reasons.

Even Aaron was not sure whether Sartre, or Tower of Stars, could help them under such conditions.

This news, as can be imagined, is simply a slap in the face of His Majesty the King. Whether this news is true or not, I am afraid it is no longer important...

Some truths do need to be mixed with lies to spread better.

Aaron took a deep breath and explained in a low voice: "There are some things I have to do about my father."

"About your father...?"

"He may still be alive, but I'm afraid it's not as simple as I thought." Looking at Alice's eyes, Aaron was vague against his will.

There are some things that Alice really cannot let know at this time.

And at this moment, Aaron vaguely smelled the pungent smell of blood.

In the blink of an eye, Alice's eyes moved slightly, and she turned her head, looking in a certain direction.

She also felt that something seemed to be approaching in the deep darkness.

Without waiting for Aaron to remind him, with a faint sound, Garcia also came out of the tent, first glanced at Aaron and Alice, and then stared at something as well.

As a Northlander who travels around all year round, Garcia's feelings are equally keen: "What is that? Such a strong smell of blood..."

As a warrior from the North, Garcia is no stranger to the smell of blood. After all, that is the environment where he grew up.

Every qualified Northlander must have been thrown into a cold windy night at a young age and stayed in waist-deep snowdrifts for three hours.

This is an extremely rough and effective screening method. Only babies with strong vitality and strong will to survive can become brave warriors in the future, and will not affect the family or even the entire tribe due to illness or weakness.

Therefore, Garcia, who grew up in such cruel conditions, almost grew up with ice, snow and blood.

Sometimes, the southerners are right, the northerners are indeed monsters who drink blood from their hair - after all, it is quite a luxury to drink a mouthful of hot blood in the wind that turns tears into ice.

However, the bloody smell seems too strong...

With his nose twitching, Garcia could vaguely identify several different types of blood.

"Blood Eaters?" Ruosiqia, who was comparable to a search engine, lived up to Aaron's expectations and whispered, "Be careful, they are all complete lunatics."

In fact, Ruosiqia's reminder was already a little late.

Following Aaron's line of sight, the gasping sound of some kind of creature was already echoing from the forest, mixed with the crackling sound of trampling dead branches and leaves.

The smell of blood is getting stronger...

He's getting closer.

Aaron and Alice coincidentally added a lot of dry wood to the bonfire, and quietly raised their weapons in the blazing fire.

Blood Eaters, as the name suggests, are a group of lunatics who live in pursuit of blood.

Similar to other cultists, they also have an ancestor worthy of worship - the Blood Ancestor, a certain existence that is still rumored by people to this day.

Sword-type extraordinary beings believe that the human body itself can carry extraordinary aura, and the so-called beast-blooded ones believe that the human body also contains the blood of other extraordinary races.

The beast-blooded ones activate, inject and even refine the extraordinary blood in their bodies, making it continuously purified, and eventually reach the point where the pure blood of the extraordinary race flows.

The blood eaters are even more radical than the beast-blooded ones. It can even be considered that they are the most paranoid group among the beast-blooded ones.

Since extraordinary blood itself has power, why not fuse multiple kinds of extraordinary blood?

Why bother to purify one of them?

Their scriptures have always recorded a sentence: "Man is born from blood, and he also dies from blood."

If there is blood, there will be life; if there is no blood, there will be death.

Everything that flows with blood must originate from their noble blood ancestors.

And they, the devout worshipers of the Blood Ancestor, just followed the Blood Ancestor's path, starting from sporadic extraordinary blood, collecting extraordinary blood step by step, and finally getting closer and closer to the Blood Ancestor...

The reason why they are said to be crazy is precisely because of this.

No normal person's mind can completely control the complex extraordinary blood, and no human being can fully absorb and accommodate all kinds of blood with different compositions and origins from different creatures.

"Blood……"

A low neighing sound sounded, a huge hand soaked in blood opened the shadow, and then, a human head slowly poked out.

The smell of blood became even stronger, and even wisps of bright red mist began to float in the air.

The mixed ingredients of blood were intertwined together, and the smell was almost nauseating.

The blood eater was looking at his prey with his red eyes.

By the light of the campfire, Aaron saw his attire.

As if a layer of red paint had been splashed from head to toe, the blood eater's body was covered with thick dark red liquid.

They did not drip down quickly like blood usually does, but were sticky and slowly squirming on the body surface.

From head to toe, Aaron could only see a vague human shape, but he couldn't even see his facial features clearly, because the blood had completely covered most of his face, and he could only see the bright red eyes. Eye.

"His body is stained with the fresh scent of earth-boring demonic insects..." Ruosiqia explained, "I'm afraid he got a piece of blood from somewhere..."

He didn't need to say anything else next.

A portion of the blood of an earth-burrowing demon insect may not be of high value to other extraordinary beings, but to cultists and even blood-eaters, it is of extraordinary significance.

Anyway, for most blood-eaters whose minds have been completely corrupted, accepting more contamination from the aura of the cult is not a troublesome matter, and may even not be something they consider.