The Journey of the Demon Hunter

After passing two corners, the blood scent of the vampire intoxicated became more and more intense. This is a square room with large and small wine barrels on both sides of the aisle. This is made of fine oak, which can keep the blood full of it fresh. Walking through the wine cellar, oncoming is a downward step. The flames on both sides of the road ceased, and the steps here can be called filthy compared to the castle outside, which is always kept clean. The spider web hanging on the wall made the vampire frown subconsciously.

The cellar below was converted into a prison, with several humans in each cage. They looked scared, and a vampire was here, as if they were choosing the ingredients for a dinner party.

"Lanaar is already on Staff's side." She didn't walk down the steps, and the bones accumulated on the ground could even overflow the vampire's boots. This is not only a prison, but also a slaughterhouse.

"Are you sure?"

"I only said it once."

The dark elf vampire touched his chin, and made a few unexplained voices in his throat, "Mr. Finmugare would be very happy." It rested on the iron fence with one hand, and the humans inside shivered in the corner shivering. "One day later, I will visit the alchemy laboratory." The vampire waved to the controlled servant and pointed to a human inside, "I will eat this one."

"And the humans outside..."

"When they are all dead, Mr. Finmugare will certainly generously allow those who helped him to pick good things out of it."

The humans who attacked the castle were a bunch of idiots, and the food wielded weapons to kill the owner. Maybe they can scratch some low-level bloodlines and weed out some creatures that shouldn't be called a vampire, but here is the castle of Hakon, the leader of the Vachihara vampire. So far, Lord Hakon has not appeared in the hall, and there is no doubt that these humans are not worthy of Hakon's initiative.

Compared with these humans, it is more important to solve the immediate threats, such as a certain vampire that upsets oneself.

This was not just Fula's thoughts, she also saw the same look in the eyes of the vampire opposite. She turned and left, and the food handling work would stain her clothes.

Begging for mercy, struggling, crying for help, later turned into a scream, when the vampire left and closed the door, only a low whimper remained in the dark prison.

Day after day, the banquet in the castle never ends. There is no sunshine, no sky, and no one even knows how long it has been outside. On the long table, there are cut blood pieces and cans filled with fresh blood. If blood and meat pieces can be replaced with normal food, even the banquet of the Blue Palace would look dwarfed by comparison. . There is always a nauseating smell of blood in the air, but for vampires, this is undoubtedly the best place.

But not all vampires are obsessed with banquets and win over Hakon's favor, or covet his position. Feilan is one of the few aliens. In the long life of the vampire, he only appeared in the alchemy laboratory and the coffin for sleeping. How many years have passed outside, no one knows, and he doesn't care about it.

He knows what's in the castle. Fin Mogaray was a high elf before he became a vampire, and Staf, as his name suggests, was a Nord before he was transformed. Although they are both vampires, the natural hatred between Nord and the elves has intensified their conflicts. Everyone knows that both of them are looking for an opportunity to unknowingly twist each other's heads and throw them into the sewer. Even if there was a group of human beings yelling and waving their weapons at this time, they would not forget who was the enemy.

Of course, it has nothing to do with him. Whoever sits in the middle of the hall will need an alchemist. As for the humans outside, there has never been a shortage of humans thinking that they can deal with vampires, but most of the results are It becomes food and bones in the corner.

"Pour down this potion and let us see the effect. Longhir, you will record it.

A dark elf apprentice, very curious and talented. Ferran is very satisfied with the life here. No one will stand up and point to his experiments. Lanar will provide him with enough human materials. There is no need to be careful when handling the experimental corpses, for fear of being discovered or drawing the attention of the guards. Becoming a vampire was the wisest decision he made in his life. In the castle, he could openly conduct experiments in which the outside world did not know how many death sentences he was sentenced to. He could use his theories to speak up. Other vampires sometimes came back to watch his experiments. ---Although most of them just want to see how the subject died.

This is heaven.

A Brighton man was trapped on a wooden board, his weak body was unable to make any struggling movements, even unable to make any sound.

The slave owner Ranal hoped that he could make a potion that would increase the blood content of the referee, so that he would not have to work hard to maintain the blood storage in the castle. No one had ever heard of such an alchemy potion, but everything in the world was from impossible to possible, Feilan firmly believed in this.

The man began to convulse, blood pouring out from under his skin like a bank burst, and finally, there was only one dead blood man left on the test bench.

"Teacher, he is dead." The apprentice faithfully recorded the new experiment results.

As always, humans who are forced to drink the potion will die of bleeding, but for the vampire, this is just a failure on the road to success. The vampire's lifespan provides him with a long enough time, which will definitely allow it to finally find a way to succeed.

"I seem to have seen Master Hakon's pet dog pass by. Feed it. Also, go outside and see if there are any human beings who have not died. Let Mr. Butler leave a few for me." He took care of himself. Shook his head, "Material is not enough."

He lowered his head and began to re-screen the materials. It may be that the effect of the potion is too strong, maybe it can be neutralized with the relative material, so that the effect of the potion is not so violent. He stared at the book in his hand and flipped through the past notebook with the other hand. He watched attentively, as if he had missed something. After a long period of time, he hadn't been able to bring him an unforgettable memory. What did he miss?

The violent vibration made him almost write the wrong notes, and he couldn't help frowning. Is Finmugare and Stafford the two idiots who couldn't help but start doing it? This has nothing to do with him. As for the humans outside, they should be almost killed. But as more noise and footsteps approached his laboratory, the vampire finally couldn't help but yelled.

"Don't step on my body!"

Later, the blade with vampire blood pierced its chest from behind.

The pendulum slammed open the gate of the castle, and the cold air poured into the decaying tomb. The dawn guards rushed into the vampire's castle like a tide. They threw the burning torch into the banquet hall and tilted the crossbow arrows to the surprised guests. Body. The smell of blood in the air is suffocating, and the dismembered flesh and blood on the table can scare weak people to the ground, but for the dawn guards who came to the castle with hatred and anger, this is what makes them more determined to fight. Criminal evidence.

"We have endured vampires slaughtering and killing our compatriots in the night for too long! Now, let these vampires see our power!"

The vampires who were obsessed with the banquet were caught off guard, and many torches were thrown directly on their faces and bodies.

"Auriel's bow! The Holy Spirit is on our side!" As if to prove Islan's slogan, the bright gold holy sun arrow shot into the banquet hall, and a sun suddenly appeared in the dark castle. The sunlight flooded any dark corner of the hall, but the vampire seemed to be still in the bonfire. The vampire near the point where the arrow fell, when the light faded, only a pile of ashes remained.

The deafening cheers burst like thunder, and the sound even passed through the wooden door into the dark cell, just like the faint sunlight thrown in through the cracks of the wooden door.

"Destroy these abominable creatures! Let them no longer destroy our world! This is our struggle and our destiny!" Islam held up his warhammer, and the dark red guard smashed the warhammer fiercely. Into the head of a vampire, the sun shone in from the open door. The dawn guards turned their backs to the sun and rushed towards the vampires who were a little overwhelmed by the surprise attack. "This is the time when the dawn is rising!"

The hatred of the vigilant being slaughtered and the death of his friend made this man who always seemed so stable even became emotional.

"Dirty creature! Come out and face me!"

"You must find my father." Serrana tightened her hood. She said to Zelin who had just put down the bow of Auriel. "Only the bow of Auriel can defeat my father. He must be found as soon as possible, otherwise Your friend will definitely die here." Miss Vampire's tone is serious. "I understand his power. Maybe a hundred well-trained warriors can severely inflict his body, but as long as the pool of blood is still there, he will never be able to. Was truly defeated."

"Serana, you are here, with Virginia, she and the wizard of Winterhold must be able to..."

"No, I'll go with you!" Serrana shook her head. "I thought for a long time, I can't hide under my father's shadow forever, I have to face him, and then... it's all over."

"You are not the only one, Serrana, and this is not the only human." Valerica wrapped her cloak to avoid touching the sun. "I know where your father's blood pool is. Don't even think about it. I will do it to you in front of me." Selana's mother glanced at the Demon Hunter.

The deepest part of the castle, an isolated place. A gargoyle is guarding here, but Valerica's spell allows the monster to continue to serve as an ornament quietly and stay where it is. Zelin has heard many descriptions of Hakon's power, and Valerica and Serrana's words also confirm that these rumors are not groundless. But before they saw Hakon, they heard the voice of the powerful vampire lord.

"Valérica, your double-handedness did not surprise me."

Chapter 325 Hakon

Compared with other places in the castle, this secret room can be called simple. There is no candlestick. The only place that can provide light is two vertical windows on the wall at the end. This is the only room in the vampire castle with windows. There are no gold and silverware, and no artwork or sculptures. It is really decorative. I am afraid there are only a few gargoyle statues on both sides. Their eyes are fixed on the entrance, as if they are watching anyone step into the secret room. Uninvited guest.

It is certain that only Hakon is eligible to enter this room. The bones on the ground for an unknown period of time have begun to darken, some of which are even wearing the armor of the ghouls in the ancient tombs and the ancient Nord weapons. There are two floors in the room, and the two sides are aligned with the middle line extending from the doorway. In the deepest part, a bright blood pool is particularly eye-catching.

This blood pool made of bright white stone as the main material was carved into the appearance of a wine glass. The blood pool was surrounded by human faces, and each face was covered with deep fear. They look different, but you can see the fear that goes straight to the heart from their faces. It seems that the prey is frightened when they see the predator. This is not just a simple killing, but it is like the fear that the mouse will subconsciously run away when it sees the cat. This kind of fear in the depths of the soul.

But the only similarity between this room and the rest of the castle is probably the mountain of bones on the ground.

"You know why I came here."

When the demon hunters finally walked into the secret room, the door behind them slammed, closing their connection with the outside. The light of magic floated on the door crack, and Hakon lowered his raised arms. There is no doubt that the vampire lord didn't want anything outside to disturb him, let alone the prey that had already entered the trap to flee.

Hakon, Zelin has heard Serrana and Valerica describe his appearance. He should look like a standard Nord noble dress, spotless skin and always trim black hair, well-groomed The neat short beard can make any noble in Solitary City feel ashamed. But now, no matter from which point of view, Hakon can be called the name of a monster.

The color of the skin resembles the cold rock inside the cave, with copper bell-like eyes and towering forehead, and two short wings that look like a gargoyle behind it. It certainly can't rely on these wings to ask the earth to attract everything, but Hakon's does float in mid-air. Virginia said that she didn't know there was magic that could make people fly, but as a vampire who didn't know how to live for several epochs, it must have some magic that ordinary people don't understand.

The sound of the door closing behind did not affect the people who walked into the secret room. Selana drew the dagger from her waist and went straight to her father.

"Of course I know." Hakon's face, like its skin, seemed to have become a hard statue. Faced with his daughter, his expression has not changed. "You disappoint me, Selana. You have everything I provide you, all the things that ordinary people can't reach, but you throw them all away with disdain. ... how sad."

"You provided it to me? Are you crazy?" Selana asked in disbelief. "What did you provide for me? You forced my mother to flee this so-called home and provided me with a broken family. Is it the gift you gave me? How many vampires did you kill for that prophecy, but you don’t know anything about the truth of the prophecy! You were deceived! You were also treated as a sad puppet. You have become the crazy look you are now!"

"Oh~ Selana, it seems that you finally learned how to show your fangs." Hakon's expression remained unchanged, but his voice seemed to have heard a funny joke. "Your voice is mixed with and With the same poison as your mother, how can you become so similar to her? The Elder Scrolls and Oriel’s bow have pointed out the direction. Your mother has tried to use lies and deceit to make me give up more than once. Giving up this can liberate the whole vampire. A great cause of race. I thought you would understand me, Selana, I thought you were hiding because of your viper mother... you have unknowingly become like her."

The wooden door behind it suddenly seemed to be hit hard. Valerica could not walk in. Hakon’s magic happened to shut her out. She should be using magic to solve the problem, but unfortunately, Harkon will bring fear to her, which proves that Harkon’s power exceeds Valerica's level. The wooden door rang twice, and then fell silent again. She failed to crack Hakon's magic.

This door made the shouting and killing outside seem so vague and remote, as if the fighting outside was just false, and there were only three people in the secret room in the castle. Hakon stretched out a hand, as if throwing an olive branch at Selana. "You are not the same as your viper-like mother, right, Selana."

"Yes, I'm not the same as my mother." Serrana narrowed her eyes, and she shook her head, as if denying something, is it Hakon? Or the past self? Zelin didn't know, until the firm voice echoed in the silent chamber.

"I am not afraid of you! Hakon!"