Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 488 Cazador
"Gordie! You'd better explain to me what that noise was just now?!"

Cazador stood up and roared angrily, and the skeleton butler immediately dragged his creaking skeleton frame and crawled to the door, explaining in panic.

"Master, Master! It's a monster! Some kind of monster has invaded our territory!"

The next moment, Calzado turned into a dark afterimage and instantly appeared in front of Gordy, then used the bat staff in his right hand to pierce into the gap between Gordy's bones and lifted him up.

"Some kind? How dare you use such a word to evade me!"

"No! Master! This is not poor old Godi's fault! That unknown beast smashed open our door in an instant. That thing appeared in an instant, and we didn't have any time to react at all! Oh... my poor brother, I can feel how he died. In just a moment, he didn't even see the shadow of the monster, and was crushed into pieces by the door that suddenly flew away..."

"Shut up! Don't use incompetence as an excuse to cover up your failure!"

Cazador swung violently, throwing Godi's skeleton away. The sudden explosion just now severely irritated his nerves, but after calming down a little, Cazador also knew that it was meaningless to continue scolding this useless old bone.

Anyway, no matter what the beast that broke in from outside was, the fact that it could destroy the castle's sturdy gate in an instant proved that it was definitely not a good creature. Even in Cazador's 500 years of memory, he had never seen a few monsters that could do this.

The gate of this castle was built according to the standard city gate structure. Even with the cannons made by the dwarves, it would not be possible to blast open the nearly one-foot wide thick iron block in a short time. But now...

Cazador knew that perhaps only a few adult dragons could do this so easily. Apart from various true dragons, the only ones who could do this were the large dragon beasts, the gray bag beasts, the astral battleship beasts, and the legendary tarrasque beasts.

But among the few remaining options, except for the gray bag beast which is relatively easy to deal with, the rest are more troublesome than the others. Even if one of these options really appears, even with his power at the level of a high-level vampire lord, he cannot guarantee a sure win.

"Go and gather the slaves! Get those stupid dogs to retreat from the courtyard and don't stand in front of that monster. They can't possibly be a match for that monster. Get them to save their lives for me in a more valuable place!"

Cazador kicked Godi to the ground, and holding the bat staff named "Sadness" in one hand, he walked slowly towards the front hall. He wanted to meet the monster that broke in personally.

Cazador understood how powerful these useless guys under his command were. They were definitely no match for that monster. Even if they all died, at most they would just consume some of the monster's physical strength. In the end he would still have to take action himself.

Of course, the reason for doing this was definitely not out of any nonsense reason like love. He simply didn't want too many slaves to die. He was still counting on these guys to help him collect sacrifices. If all the men who worked for him really died, how would he collect the rest?
Gordy, who was lying on the ground and picking up his helmet, responded hastily. Although Kazador's words just now made him doubt whether his ears, which had disappeared long ago, and the senses that replaced them, had failed again, Gordy did not have the courage to ask Kazador back at this time. He could only hold the helmet in a panic, carefully pass Kazador, and then run towards the front hall. Kazador, who was walking slowly towards the front hall, was not idle either. He did not rush to the courtyard of the castle to participate in the battle. With Kazador's speed, he flew directly from the castle to the courtyard, which took less than 30 seconds.

The reason why he moved forward slowly was that he wanted to use the time difference to connect with the bat spy in the courtyard with his mind and check what had broken into his territory.

This is the caution of a high-level vampire lord. If he finds that the enemy is really powerful, even as powerful as an adult dragon, he will immediately transform into a bat, go straight back to his bedroom, enter the tourmaline abyss below through the secret passage under the bed, and escape directly and cleanly.

For Cazador, this was just a reasonable strategy to choose when facing an unbeatable opponent, and such behavior was not shameful at all. Well, shame... This feeling was not important at all, because he had experienced this feeling hundreds of times with his former director.

Cazador is now over 500 years old, but more than 200 years ago, he was just like Asdalen and Petras today, a weak and pitiful derivative who was cruelly treated by his former master.

Everything he went through at that time was even worse than what he was doing to Asdalen and the others now. He had been suffering like that for more than 300 years. It was not until one day more than 200 years ago that he managed to kill his former master. He managed to imprison him and tortured him in every way he could and with every thought!
Seal him in a pot and boil him in boiling water until the bones fall off!
Nailed in the coffin, buried for three whole months!

Nail his limbs and let the rats gnaw his liver!

Everything he had done to Cazador! All returned to him! It was not until he got tired of playing with him that Cazador sucked his blood dry and truly gained the power of a vampire!

...and that tiny bit of self-esteem and pride that is unique to vampires.

From that day on, he truly experienced the sweetness of power. The pleasure of wantonly dominating the life and death of others was like a drug, numbing his past misery.

Only when he tortured and abused others could Cazador feel that he was still alive, and could feel his thirsty heart beating again.

In the 200 years since he gained power and authority, he has finally rebuilt his shattered self-esteem by torturing others. Although today, the dignity he has accumulated over the past 200 years has been tested again, Cazador is very open-minded.

A temporary defeat is not important at all. As a vampire, Cazador has infinite life. For him, as long as he can survive and keep the secret under the tourmaline abyss, sooner or later he will be able to get back all his losses with interest!
(End of this chapter)