Ride and Cut

Since discovering the strange changes in Dracula, the lord is really puzzled.

"Hiss~" Old White Tiger couldn't help gasping, covering his heart with a frightened expression on his face.

In his impression, Dracula should be a strong and good man - able to wield a sharp sword, ride a fine horse, draw a strong bow in the school field, kill enemies, chop off heads, and drink strong alcohol. But this man in front of him is clearly a male and female indistinguishable beauty, his skin is as delicate as fat, his curly hair shines like gold, and his pupils are as pure as ruby ​​blood. Indescribably strange, indescribably handsome.

Looking carefully at the facial features, it is not difficult to see the shadow of the past, which is why Buckland recognized Dracula's sister. But the change in the overall temperament is more than just earth-shaking. Just like Thutmose, even though he looks like a dragon, people can't help but suspect that it's a goblin in disguise.

"You, you, you... Did you practice some strange fighting spirit?" Annie was drinking milk, but was suddenly choked into her throat, coughing and coughing for a long time before reluctantly saying.

According to the legend of the elves, there was an official of the ancient elf royal court, who had a problem with fighting qi training blindly, and turned himself into a woman in the end. Nowadays, some non-mainstream groups are trying to reproduce this legend, but I have not heard of anyone succeeding yet.

"No." Li Cha told the whole story, emphasizing on the part where Dracula's heart was injured and he replaced the Destiny Stone. He felt that the problem most likely came from the Fate Stone, but he couldn't figure it out.

"The Fate Magic Stone shouldn't have this effect, at most it should turn him into a blood knight." The lord smiled wryly, "And elder, touch his forehead."

Buckland stretched out his hand to cover Dracula's forehead, and exclaimed in amazement, "What a low body temperature!"

As a naturalist, Lao Baihu also dabbled in medicine. Although Dracula's forehead wasn't as cold as ice, his body temperature was significantly lower than the normal range. It stands to reason that he should have lost his temperature long ago. This kind of body temperature can only belong to a corpse that has not cooled down after death, and should never appear on a living person.

"But I don't feel any discomfort." Dracula's voice also became very delicate, melancholy and deep, which is very in line with the most sought-after San Jose noble style today. "On the contrary, the strength and reaction are significantly improved compared to before."

He reached out to pick up a dinner plate on the table, with almost no visible force, his thumb and forefinger were like cracking biscuits, easily breaking off pieces of broken pottery.

"How does it compare to your adults?" Buckland asked curiously.

"That... that's still close." Since Dracula took off his mask, there was no expression on his face, like a piece of eternal ice, which can be called extremely stern. At this moment, he actually had lingering fear on his face and stuttered twice, showing a bit of a living breath.

"Is there anything else unusual?" Annie's face was full of curiosity, and the change in the other's appearance made this chick very envious. The half-elf's skin is also very delicate, rosy enough to make a human girl jealous to death. However, compared with the color of Dracula's almost pure white marble, it still looks yellowish.

"I'm afraid of light. To be precise, it's the sun. I don't care about the moon or candles."

"And the appetite is very small, but I don't feel hungry at all. Sometimes it doesn't matter if I don't eat for a few days."

"I can sleep endlessly. There are times when I sleep for a whole day. If someone told me I could continue to sleep."

Every time Dracula said something, the faces of everyone present became more dignified. All of these sounded too weird and completely violated common sense.

"And I did an experiment." Li Cha knocked on the table to make everyone look at him, and broke the most weighty news, "Dracula will be hurt by holy water now!"

"Hiss~" There was a gasping voice.

Holy water will never cause harm to pure flesh and blood life, so being able to be harmed by holy water is enough to prove that Dracula is no longer pure flesh and blood life.

"Afraid of the sun, afraid of holy water...does it sound a bit like an undead?" Buckland said belatedly.

"Yes." Li Cha nodded with a wry smile, of course he had already discovered this.

"But I'm clearly still alive." Dracula pressed his heart, closed his eyes and felt the extremely reassuring ups and downs with his sense of touch. A constant, powerful, steady heartbeat, alarmingly low, but at least real.

There was an embarrassing silence, everyone exchanged strange eyes, and no one spoke for a long time.

"I found that as long as there is something related to the undead, everything is more evil than the other." The lord scratched his scalp. The many anomalies encountered during this trip made him have no clue now. It was like a layer of miasma covering the truth, no matter how hard he tried to open his eyes, he still couldn't see through. This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

"And you can't catch your tongue when fighting the undead. Even if you win, you won't get much information in the end."

"Actually, it might not be impossible..." The old white tiger rubbed the limp beard on his chin, thoughtfully.

"Are you talking about interrogating the walking corpse?" Li Cha nodded pretendingly, "Well, I have to consider whether to use a branding iron or a whip."

It is well known that the self-awareness of most undead is close to nothing, similar to a stone or a tree branch. Expecting to obtain information by interrogating the undead is as boring as expecting a stone to speak. Annie and the lord exchanged glances and giggled at the same time, both of them thought the joke was very interesting.

But Buckland didn't smile, he looked up at Richard, "I mean, why don't you ask Thutmose?"

"Even if he didn't rule the soul of the undead dragon, at least he witnessed the whole process as a bystander. Have you asked him?"

"That's right!" Li Cha slapped the table as if waking up from a dream.

Thutmose is the soul of the second head of the golden dragon that is brewing. As a flower that blooms on the same branch, there is a natural soul bond between him and the main soul. Experience and knowledge should be shared!

The inertia of thinking is like a piece of window paper, once it is pierced, it can no longer be an obstacle, so Thutmose becomes the focus again.

"Say it!" Gunther, who had been burying his head in his meal without saying a word, was finally full and slapped the table fiercely. Then he turned his head to look at Li Cha, with a flattering face: "Boss, what do you want him to say?"

"Why did you become an undead? Why did the residents of Winter City become undead? Why did the undead never show enough strength to destroy the defenders?"

Li Cha asked three questions unhurriedly.

"Yes, tell me quickly." Gunther picked up a toothpick and picked the shreds of meat between his teeth. Looking at Thutmose is like looking at a dish.

The dragon soul wandered uneasily in the crystal, opened its mouth several times but closed it again, and finally didn't say a word, silent like a mute.

Li Cha raised his eyebrows in surprise.

For a fragile ghost like Thutmose, the little bit of soul power possessed by it cannot be circulated stably at all, and its life should be as short as a floating float that is dying, and even leaves no trace after dissipating.

But Thutmose is lucky again, he is the soul of a dragon, and the dragon crystal left behind after the dragon died.

It is hard to say whether the dragon origin in Dragon Crystal can extend the life of human beings, but from any angle, it is too suitable for Thutmose. Relying on Longjing, he can not only survive, but even continue to grow. So to him, Dragon Crystal is directly related to life and death.

Li Cha didn't even need to make any effort, as long as he exposed the dragon crystal to the sun at noon, Thutmose would definitely die, and he would be powerless to fight back.

According to his limited understanding of Thutmose, this guy may have died once, so he is extremely afraid of eternal sinking into darkness. If every life in the world has its own specialty, then this guy's specialty is that he is particularly afraid of death.

So the lord pointed to the east, so he didn't dare to go west; the lord hit the dog... This really didn't help, Nehru's fireball technique was no different from the sun for him, it was fatal.

Thutmose, who is so afraid of death, would actually carry a secret he didn't want to tell, which is really surprising.

"Is it something that frightens you too?" Li Cha and Buckland looked at each other, and both could see the other's worry.

No matter how afraid of death Thutmose is, he is still a dragon soul. The vision and knowledge of the giant dragon will not weaken with the weakening of power.

"Actually..." Thutmose hesitated for a long time, and finally looked up at Li Cha and said slowly: "There is actually only one answer to your three questions, and that is the 'Book of the Dead'."

From the tone of his voice, it was not difficult to judge that the word "Book of the Dead" held an extremely heavy weight in his mind, and just saying it required a lot of determination.

it is a pity--

"What is the Book of the Dead?" A certain half-elf girl who only wanted to do business to make money knew nothing about it, and was still sipping sweet milk.

"A magic book that records one hundred and ninety kinds of undead spells." Li Cha had a rare opportunity to show off his knowledge, so naturally he would not let it go.

"Undead magic book?" Annie put down her glass and said angrily, "The empire didn't attack the creators. The expensive taxes paid by the merchants must have been wasted."

"They really want to, but they can't." The lord rolled his eyes.

"Why?" Judging from Annie's expression, she must still feel sorry for the little tax.

"Because the level of magic is limited, there is no way to go back through time and space to sanction the Titan for the time being," Li Cha said quietly.

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