They all call me master.

Chapter 770 Burning II

The rapid movement of the flames attracted the attention of three barons and four lords in the territory of Einhas, and the secret guards and personal guards who followed them were even more nervous.

“Relax.

That’s not directed at us.”

Marquis Einhas said with a smile.

Viscount Windsor frowned slightly.

"Count Bernacon?"

The viscount was a little unsure.

Not only was Count Bernaken too strong at this time, but also Count Bernaken was too fast, so fast that he couldn't believe it.

“That’s the guy.

Do not doubt.

It's just part of the witcher's heritage - the potion-related part.

very useful.

But it’s also deadly.”

Marquis Einhas replied.

For the Marquis, he had already guessed the scene before him.

What other choice does that guy have except to sacrifice himself?
'Oh, poor fellow!

The witcher's fateful death.

I wouldn't do that.'

The Marquis, who was becoming more and more determined in his heart, looked at the guards and bodyguards behind him and said loudly -

“You must reach the designated location as quickly as possible.

Your Excellencies and I will go ahead.”

As he said these words, the silver sword among the double swords on the Marquis' waist flew out.

The Marquis jumped onto his sword, shook his hand, and the rope fell into the hands of his three barons and four lords.

As for Viscount Windsor?

The Marquis believed that the other party would be able to catch up.

In fact, the same is true.

As the Marquis and his subordinates were running at high speed to catch up with the man and horse in the flames, the figure of Viscount Windsor began to distort.

The distortion is like the air at high temperature.

But it is more intense.

And after each twist, Viscount Windsor would leave an afterimage at the original location.

The afterimage maintained the appearance of Viscount Windsor moving forward, but his face was dull.

The figure of Viscount Windsor who was moving forward twisted again and again, leaving behind a trail of afterimages, but the 'color' was getting lighter and lighter, until the bright red dress was completely faded and turned black and white. Then the first afterimage seemed to be inexplicably attracted, and began to move forward at a high speed, sticking to the second afterimage left behind, and the two merged into one.

Immediately, his face became bright red and had some color.

Then came the third, fourth, and fifth.

When nine afterimages merged together, Viscount Windsor twisted forward again.

Marquis Einhas observed this scene silently.

'The secret arts of the Theofat Order!

However, some of the secret techniques of the 'Blood Clan' have been incorporated!

Different from the previous uncertainty.

This time, Marquis Einhas confirmed Viscount Windsor's secret technique.

Immediately, the Marquis began to think about how he could kill the other side faster if the two sides fought.

ally?

There are no permanent allies.

Only eternal benefits.

However, that was after he completed his plan.

Now?

He was waiting for good news from that stupid witcher.

He believed that the other party would bring him good news.

Of course, it is definitely not about killing the 'Blood Drinker'.

The weakness of the Blood Drinker has always been in his hands.

……

A wild boar weighing more than 600 kilograms was rampaging in the dense forest.

For this wild boar, there was no creature in the dense forest that could threaten it. Its brain was not fully developed yet, and it had no idea why it had grown into this shape overnight. However, after killing the tigers and bears that it had to avoid on weekdays, it began to move deeper into the dense forest.

It doesn't know why it's going there either.

It just instinctively felt that it had to go there.

It seemed as if there was something waiting for it there.

More importantly, it is obviously very tired, but it still moves forward.

It wants to rest.

But my body just won't listen.

I ran from dark to dawn.

Dawn turned into dark again.

The wild boar's consciousness has completely dissipated.

All that was left was to instinctively obey the Blood Drinker's orders.

The abnormal wear and tear on the joints of the limbs was replenished by the "Blood Drinker" using the rest of the wild boar's flesh and blood.

If there is enough time, it can turn this gifted wild boar into a mystical creature, making it the most suitable mount for it.

But unfortunately, time is too tight.

The unexpected exposure forced it to give up on the other party.

'Damn bastard! ’

At this moment, the 'Blood Drinker' still did not forget to curse the 'Lady of Pain'.

If it weren't for the other party's "talkativeness", how could it be exposed when it was perfectly hidden?

This "blood drinker" even suspected that the other party had done something that angered God and man, so he deliberately exposed it in order to attract the attention of the demon hunters in Einhas's territory.

This 'Blood Drinker' was well aware of the strength of the group of demon hunters in Einhas's territory.

After all, it was once one of them.

This 'blood drinker' misses that past very much.

Not only because it killed its so-called "blood relatives", but also because it found the true "power" in that past.

A power that is unique to it and suits it.

As for the incidental items of this past?

It cares a lot.

because……

It hates!

It killed its so-called husband, but its so-called son almost killed it, forcing it to become what it is now.

Even its current situation allowed it to come into contact with deeper powers.

But this did not make it give up its hatred.

It had decided long ago that when it recovered, it would kill its own descendants to celebrate.

However, that was decided before.

Now, of course, it is not necessary.

It has sensed that its descendants are approaching.

It could sense the nausea that was connected to its blood very clearly.

But what is even clearer is that -

The breath of a demon hunter!

Hot!

blazing!

There is no doubt that this 'blood drinker' is the demon hunter.

He is also a demon hunter who has truly embarked on the 'path of a demon hunter'.

The only difference between this demon hunter and the one it had in mind was the speed of this demon hunter...

Why so fast?
The moment this question came into his mind, the 'Blood Drinker' couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Just as he was stunned for a moment, a ball of flame appeared behind the "Blood Drinker".

next moment--

The flames went straight through.

Passed through the wild boar's body.

The moment the huge wild boar was cut into two pieces, it was roasted by the flames and then exploded into pieces by the high temperature.

The real body of the 'Blood Drinker' hidden in the wild boar's belly, that half-human-tall stone statue that looked like it was standing or half-squatting and was filled with a sense of age, had the tip of a silver sword wrapped in flames piercing its heart fiercely.

Ding!
(End of this chapter)