Villains of All Worlds: Starting with the Beautiful Vampire Bride

"How much did you lose? How strong are these puppets?" Vlad asked carefully.

In the face of Vlad's question, Cruz did not hide it. After all, all the casualties were here and it was clear at a glance.

"We lost more than a dozen brothers, and at least thirty people were injured to varying degrees." At this point, Cruz pondered for a moment before continuing:

"As for their strength, they should be within the normal human range.

It's just that their fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries caught us off guard, so we lost so many people."

Vlad nodded without saying much.

He knew very well that the population of the Centaur tribe, after more than a hundred years of reproduction, was only less than 1,200 people.

Except for the old and the young, regardless of gender, there were only 500 people who could be called combatants.

Although Vlad believed that even those older Centaurs had certain abilities, it could not change the fact that their population was sparse.

"Wait until I come back, then I need to talk to you."

After the words fell, Vlad rushed out of the secret realm.

Cruz looked at the back figure going away, revealing a thoughtful look.

Night.

County of Golog, Wiener Castle.

Looking at the pretty face below, with a cold and beautiful face, and the cold and fierce eyes like wild cats, Amelia, who now showed a confused and flushed face.

The sharp contrast made Vlad couldn't help but rise up an impulse to abuse her severely.

But at this time, Vlad was not in a hurry to train.

But gently soothed the other's neat hair to show his encouragement to her.

Amelia became more emotional when she sensed the warmth from Vlad's palm.

At this moment, with wild eyes, like a puppy who was favored by the owner, she swayed more happily.

For a long time, followed by sobs.

Vlad let go of the soft hair in his hand, lifted Amelia's chin and said:

"What happened to the puppet army today?"

Amelia raised her charming eyes and muttered incoherently:

"Gure, gudong~ cough cough."

"Hu~ Master, I know something about those puppet armies."

Vlad asked curiously: "Oh, tell me about it."

Amelia got up and sat in Vlad's arms, whispering:

"In the northern kingdoms, there is a witch who has strong magic power and can control A puppet army serves her. I think what happened today was caused by her. "

"No one knows who she is, no one knows what she looks like, and no one knows where she comes from, but I saw her today."

"Master, you can never guess her identity."

Looking at Amelia's appearance of seeking credit, Vlad couldn't help but smile: "Hurry up and tell me. If you satisfy me, I will reward you well later~!"

The last sentence was deliberately emphasized, and Amelia couldn't help but become shy.

Amelia stood up immediately and whispered a few words in Vlad's ear.

Vlad nodded with satisfaction and smiled evilly, "Yes, it seems that I have to reward you well."

As the voice fell, a series of strange sounds that sounded like crying and joy began to echo in the castle room.

A trial against a female vampire officially kicked off.

As the sky brightened, Amelia dragged her tired and weak body to dress Vlad, and seemed to casually whisper in Vlad's ear:

"Master, I prepared a gift for you, but you can only see it when you come next time."

Vlad nodded calmly and didn't care much.

He turned back and gently stroked Amelia's blushing face, and said calmly: "Go back and rest, you are tired all day."    Feeling the warm big hand on her cheek, although it was just a casual comfort.

But it still made Amelia's heart warm, and she looked at Vlad with a stronger spring feeling.

I didn't pay attention to Amelia anymore. Just as he turned around and was about to leave, Vlad seemed to remember something:

"There must be a traitor among the group of demon hunters you recruited, otherwise the witch would not get the news accurately. You know what to do."

Vlad looked back at Amelia, then turned and flew out.

In the northern countries, there are many witches, demon hunters and other creatures.

So the power of the church here is extremely weak.

Along the way, Vlad passed through the Kingdom of Lyle and arrived at Arendelle.

Heard and saw too many demon hunters.

Entering here is like coming to the base camp of demon hunters.

Although most demon hunters are low-level people who have just escaped from the category of ordinary people, they are numerous.

The reason for this situation is that there are too many extraordinary races or evil creatures in the north.

People here, especially merchants, will hire demon hunters to escort them when traveling to various countries for safety, so as to provide enough soil for the survival of demon hunters.

Unlike in the south, because of the church, many extraordinary races are relatively rare or hidden in the dark.

As Vlad opened the door of the demon hunter tavern, a noisy atmosphere suddenly came.

The tavern is not big, and it is a little dark even in the daytime.

The walls were decorated with torches and oil lamps. The waitresses, wearing coquettish and revealing thin skirts, shuttled back and forth between the drinkers, avoiding or teasing the sudden attacks of dirty hands.

When the hood was lifted, a face with aristocratic temperament was immediately revealed, attracting many people's prying eyes.

"Boss, a glass of beer and a few dishes." Vlad threw down a few silver coins and said to the boss.

At the same time, he looked at the medal that the other party was wearing, which exuded a faint magic.

Vlad knew that it was a demon hunter badge, a fairly practical magic item.

Such a badge is not something that any demon hunter can wear.

"Okay, wait a moment, sir."

The boss did not care about Vlad's obscure look, but responded loudly, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The boss's actions seemed to be a respectful title for Vlad, but the implication was to warn the demon hunters in the tavern not to make trouble.

"Old fox." Vlad looked at the tavern owner who nodded and smiled at him, and smiled slightly, accepting his kindness.

As the food and wine were ready, Vlad did not start eating, but extended his hand to the demon hunters at the table next to him and invited: "Friends, if you don't mind, let's get together."

Faced with Vlad's sudden invitation, the three people next to him were also stunned at first, but the leading demon hunter took a look at the food and wine on the table, which had not been touched at all, and immediately understood.

"It's an honor, sir."

After the voice fell, he took the lead and sat down.

As Vlad called for three more glasses of beer, Vlad said: "What's your name."

Vlad looked at the middle-aged bearded man opposite, wearing black leather armor, with a short blade and dagger on his waist. The other two were dressed similarly, but their weapons were different.

"Sir, everyone calls me Viper Hank, sir, just call me Hank." The middle-aged bearded man said so.

"Okay, Hank." Vlad raised his glass to greet, and then asked curiously: "Has anything big happened in Arendelle recently?"

"Well, if we talk about big things, the king of Arendelle suddenly died of illness." At this point, the middle-aged man deliberately lowered his voice and said:

"But we think things are not that simple."

Seeing the middle-aged demon hunter paused here, Vlad knew what he meant, and immediately threw a few silver coins over.

The middle-aged demon hunter named Hank then continued.