The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0111 The Vampire Baron

The strong man took a deep breath, and was about to jump off the big tree, when he froze suddenly when he was about to move, a cold touch in his throat told him that there was a dagger there.

It's finally here! The strong man who lost his fantasy closed his eyes in resignation, waiting for the moment when his throat was cut open.

"Tell me, what is the employment of the undead that you just mentioned? If the information is valuable, I may spare your life!" A high-pitched voice like spar rubbing suddenly sounded.

The brawny man smiled wryly, it turned out that the misfortune came from his mouth, he didn't blame others, he only blamed himself for not taking care of those stinky mouths under his command!

"You've heard it all, and we don't know much about it. It's just that some people on the road said that the group of skeletons in Morro Hede needs blood food, and they can be bought at a high price, as long as the goods they need can be delivered to a certain place , They are willing to pay a big price!"

"time and location!"

"I don't know, I really don't know. I only know that a middleman named Sweek is running around to contact, and we are here this time to meet him!"

"Will he come here?" The shrill voice suddenly became high-pitched.

"Yes, I'll be here tonight, we've made an appointment!" The strong man replied with a dejected expression on his face. This kind of betrayal of the same kind can be done with peace of mind, but it's really vulgar to say it.

The long silence behind him made people go crazy. If it wasn't for the coldness in his throat, the strong man would have thought that the mysterious man had left.

"Go back, go back to the wooden house. If you kill that Svek, you can live!" Finally the mysterious man spoke again, but what he said made the strong man feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. That's the agent of the bone frame in the north, can he be killed by an ordinary mercenary?

"You have only one way! If you can't kill him, I will kill both of you. Remember, you only have this one chance, take it!" The mysterious man behind him seemed to see what he was worried about, Said decisively. As soon as he finished speaking, the cold feeling in the strong man's throat disappeared.

The strong man tilted his head tremblingly and took a peek. The tree branch behind him was empty, and there was no trace of anyone there.

Half an hour later, the strong man returned to the wooden house with a heavy heart, and found the two-handed sword that fell halfway. No matter how much he looked around, he couldn't find a single figure, but the needle-like sense of danger was always with him, making him dare not run away at all.

It was getting dark, the other party would come at any time, and I needed to make some arrangements.

For his own life, the scar-faced man also used his brains. This wooden house full of dead bodies can no longer be used, and it will arouse the vigilance of the other party. Anyway, it is just an appointment to meet in this abandoned village, and just change to an empty house. At that time, how to cheat the other party's trust, how to get close to him, the scar-faced man repeatedly pondered, and his subordinates were not idle. He found an empty wooden house nearby and cleaned it briefly, arranged some small traps, and then turned over. He got off the roof and repeatedly looked at the movement near and far.

The uninhabited village got dark very quickly, but after a while, the surrounding creeks, grasslands, and jungles disappeared under the night, leaving only the crowing of night birds. The burly man with a scarred face set up two torches in front of the wooden house, and he sat in front of the torches, his face looking a bit hideous under the light of the uncertain fire.

And the sound gradually disappeared as the light dimmed. Except for a few low insects and night owls, the surrounding suddenly became completely silent. The sound of the crackling of the torches became vague and muffled, only occasionally one or two sharp or low noises came from a distance in the wind... like howling, like the sound of wind.

There seemed to be some strange noises in the distance, as if a night owl was flying in the air.

The scar-faced burly man was so startled that his hairs stood on end. He stood up and looked around for a long time but couldn't see anything. He didn't have the ability to see through the night. In the midst of anxiety, a shadowy figure came from a distance, and the slight sound of footsteps had a miraculous effect of calming people's hearts. The scarred man instantly regained his composure, and the centipede-like scar on his face seemed to be alive. Stop twisting, trying to squeeze out a few smiles.

"Mr. Sveck, is that you?" The scar-faced burly man squeezed his throat and called softly a few times, the chilly voice lingered in the empty night sky for a long time, which made him startled.

"Okay, stop shouting, it's me." A displeased reprimand came, and the visitor had already walked within the range of the torch light. He was a middle-aged aristocrat in a black evening dress, luxurious like a noble family, with a muscular body, with exaggerated ruby ​​rings on his hands, and a gorgeous and dazzling family crest on his chest, but his face was pale and bloodless.

"Uh...Mr. Sveck, are you alone?" The scar-faced burly man glanced behind the old man and asked hesitantly, with a gleam of brilliance in his eyes.

"Hmph, can many people know about this kind of thing? You came here alone, where are your subordinates?" The middle-aged nobleman Svek snorted dissatisfiedly, his words were full of disdainful arrogance.

"I asked them to wait in a place outside the village, I'll take a look first!" The scarred man smiled obsequiously, but his scarred face was too ugly, no matter how he concealed it, it was disgusting. "I heard that Mr. needs some special goods, and the price is very fair. I wonder if it's true?"

"Don't talk nonsense, as long as you can find good goods, the price will not be less. I will come here every 10 days, as long as I have good goods, just bring them here." Shiwei took out the white silk scarf Wiping the corners of his mouth, he looked unwilling to stay here any longer.

"I brought a high-quality item this time, sir, why don't you see if you are satisfied?" The scar-faced man hurriedly moved his body aside, led him into the room with his hands, bowed his head to hide the endless murderous intent in his eyes .

"Oh?" Svik looked at the room suspiciously. Although he didn't sense anyone inside, he really didn't want to make a waste of a trip. He walked in front with his head held high, and before he took two steps, his body shook, and there was a muffled pop. An inch-long sword tip protruded from the chest. With a look of disbelief, Shiwei forcibly turned his head back, and said in a stuttering voice, "You... you?"

The ferocious face of the scar-faced strong man was full of ferocity and cruelty. With a flick of his wrist, he made the wound bigger. With the light of the torch, he could see the scene on the opposite side: "Don't blame me, if you don't die, I will die It's gone. You can go with peace of mind!"

The light in Svek's eyes gradually faded, and he couldn't help but collapsed to the ground. The scar-faced strong man drew out his long sword, turned around excitedly and shouted to the empty night: "I killed him! I killed him..." He was so nervous that he didn't notice that the other party hardly shed blood.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the light in front of him dimmed, and a huge figure stood upright behind him, casting a frightening shadow on him.

The burly man with the scar face suppressed his timidity and turned around, only to see a pair of blood-red eyes staring at him firmly, filled with endless hatred. Stepping back unconsciously, the scar-faced strong man murmured, "It's not like that, it's not like that, Mr. Swick, I can explain..." Before he could finish speaking, the huge figure pounced When he came over, a bloody mouth came straight to his neck with a fishy smell.

The moon shadow swayed, the flames jumped, and there was a chaotic sound of swords slashing and claws biting in front of the wooden house alternately. Maybe the moon couldn't bear to look directly at this scene of human tragedy, and hid behind the thick clouds, leaving only mottled figures and screams. Gradually the sound died down, only a sucking sound could be heard clearly.

After a long time, Svek got up from the corpse of the scar-faced strong man, wiped off the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and began to tidy up his messy clothes. The big hole in the chest of the dress couldn't be covered no matter how much it was pulled, but the skin under the gap was intact, and no wound could be seen.

Svik's sullen eyes moved away from the two huge tooth marks on the neck of the corpse, and slowly swept across the surrounding silent night sky. The darkness surrounded the surroundings like a curtain, leaving only the orange luster of the shaking torches in the endless The villages of people leave behind blurred and flickering shadows.

"Come out! I can sense your presence. Let me see who is so bold as to attack the great Baron Svek."

"You're just a vampire, do you really think you're noble?" A shrill voice suddenly sounded from the shadow below him. Accompanied by the voice, the evening dress Shiweik had just arranged turned into a sky full of black butterflies, and dozens of deep scratches appeared on his body at the same time.

The vampire Baron Svek screamed angrily, his hands with sharp claws pierced into the shadow with the sound of breaking wind and scratched for a while, but there was no real sense of touch. At the moment when he turned around, a vague figure loomed beside him, two sharp daggers pierced through his ribs, and successfully met in the abdominal cavity. After a while of stirring and tugging, Svek uttered the loudest scream, waving his claws to drive away the mysterious murderer, the black mist suddenly cleared, and a huge vampire bat flapped its wings and flew into the air.

Huge wounds on his body and tattered bat wings showed that it was the middle-aged nobleman Svek just now. Gliding in the silent night sky, a pair of blood-red eyes scanned every plant and tree within a radius of 100 meters, diligently searching for the enemy who had severely injured him just now. The opponent's weapon seemed to have the effect of soul attack, and the stabbing wounded not only the body, but also the intangible soul. Thinking of the severe pain that penetrated to the source of the soul just now, Svek couldn't help shivering.

"Should we retreat first and look for the enemy after the wound is repaired?" Svek couldn't help but began to find a reason for his escape.

"Are you looking for me?" That nasty rubbing spar-like voice sounded again, and to his dismay, it came from his back this time.

"I'm flying in mid-air..." Before he could finish his thought, Shiweik fell to the ground with a sharp pain in the back of his head. Reverting to his human form, he instantly shot dozens of blood arrows from his broken body. The amount of bleeding was horrific. What was even more horrifying was the huge hole in the back of his head, where he could already see the white flesh mixed with blood. gush. Even such unresolved injuries still failed to kill the vampire, he struggled to get up, and muttered: "Blood...blood...". As long as there is sufficient blood, he can recover from any injury.

It's a pity that his luck was really bad today, a delicate little foot stepped on his back. Although the foot was not big, it made him roll his eyes, and his mouth was foaming with blood.

"Give me blood, I want blood..." His consciousness was already blurred, and he still struggled to crawl towards the corpse of the scar-faced strong man. As long as he sucked two mouthfuls, he could save his life.