Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 489 Feeling Fear
Of course, whether to flee or not would depend on the actual situation. If the monster didn't have the strength but dared to enter his territory at will, he would let the monster see what the horror of a vampire lord was...

Clang!!!

Just as Cazador closed his left eye and tried to use the vision of his left eye to connect to the bat eyeliners flying around in the outside world, a skull wearing a helmet suddenly shot out from the corner of the corridor!
After hitting the wall many times, the skull head finally spun and stopped at Cazador's feet. Godi barely maintained a trace of soul fire in his head that had not yet dissipated. He tried his best, trembling, and gritted his teeth, and then it finally disappeared completely.

Realizing that something was wrong, Cazador immediately wanted to remove the connection with the external eyeliner, but before the connection completely disappeared, Cazador still saw the tragic situation in the outside world through the eyes of the bat.

From the moment a loud noise was heard at the castle gate, to the moment Godi crawled in front of him and was finally thrown out by him, to the moment he notified the slaves outside to withdraw, how much time did it take in between?

One minute? Two minutes? It couldn't be more than three minutes at most! In less than three minutes, the hunting team of 67 werewolves kept by the Zar family had been completely wiped out. In the blink of an eye, the only thing that caught Kazador's eye was the broken limbs scattered throughout the courtyard.

Kazador couldn't believe his eyes. That was the strength of an entire small tribe! A total of 67 elite werewolves! They had strong recovery ability and a strong fighting spirit. Under Kazador's training, they succumbed to their fear of him and had a fearless fighting spirit. They were a powerful species far beyond ordinary mortals!
But such a large number! Such strong physical fitness! Such ferocious creatures! When facing the unknown invader, they died so cleanly! Cleanly! And almost without making any big noise!
This was simply incredible! Even when the butchers in the market killed pigs, the pigs would scream a few times before dying, but those werewolves were like dumb, standing still, silently waiting for the enemy's butcher knife or claws to tear them into pieces one by one!
What is that monster?! What kind of monster could do this?! Is he here already?! Not some huge creature, but a dark nightmare that can stand in the corridor like a humanoid, silently stretching out its claws in the shadows?!

Cazador didn't know, because the bat's eyes only saw the broken limbs and arms, but these doubts would be answered soon, because at the corner of the corridor, Cazador had already heard the footsteps of the monster!
Bang-bang, one by one, one step by one, so neatly, so relaxed and comfortable, so... arrogant!
"You... are so brave! What kind of lunatic are you? How dare you challenge me so brazenly! Challenge the great! Cazado..."

boom--

Cazador was stunned for a moment, because around the dark corner, he finally saw the true form of the intruder.

A tall, strong and handsome devil, carrying a huge axe in one hand that could cut a person in half, and playing with a werewolf's claw in the other hand. He exudes an inhuman aura, a deadly threat, and a power far beyond imagination!

When he completely walked out of the shadows, from his indifferent glance, Cazador felt his own insignificance for the first time in a long time.

Even though the wings behind the demonic figure had been folded, Cazador could still feel the incomparable heaviness and breadth of that figure.

He also saw some blood stains on his weapon and the iron boots on his feet. When the demon shadow stepped into Kazador's field of vision, an emotion that had not appeared in his heart for hundreds of years emerged in Kazador's heart naturally.

And that emotion comes from the heart, from the bones - fear.

The moment he saw him, Cazador seemed to have returned to a day more than 200 years ago. At that time, he was still a pitiful and miserable derivative, weak and helpless, and could only submit to his cold and ruthless master because his master was powerful enough.

Of course, the figure in front of him was not half similar to his former master, but there was one rather surprising thing in common between the two, which was that it made Cazador feel that overwhelming fear again after more than 200 years! "Wait - it's you!"

Kazador's eyes widened as he recognized who the man in front of him was! That's right, there's no mistake! Such a striking appearance! In Baldur's Gate today, there is only one person who meets this requirement!

But how could he appear here so suddenly? How could he appear so suddenly...

"...I found you so easily. What a surprise. Your home was well hidden. I thought it would be hard to find you after I got in. But I didn't expect that I could find the main target so easily."

Noshier sighed casually and then threw away the wolf claw in his left hand. Because of his personal ability, he was very curious about werewolves, patients with beastism, but he couldn't learn anything from such a dead wolf claw.

What a pity, they killed too quickly and didn't leave even a single one alive. We can only see if there is anything left in this castle.

"But forget it. Research can be done anytime, but if you miss out on killing vampires, you don't know when you'll have the chance to do it again!"

Noshir raised the giant axe on his shoulder high with one hand, and then pointed it straight at Cazador in front of him.

"If you have any last words, just say them. I won't listen or remember them, but if you die too quickly, it won't make you feel uninvolved, don't you think, Cazador?"

Cazador's left eyelid twitched violently several times. He hadn't experienced such blatant humiliation in 200 years.

Noshier's light words miraculously allowed him to suppress the inexplicable fear, and at the same time successfully aroused his anger, but he did not fight blindly.

What did this guy in front of him want to talk about? That was perfect, he had a lot of questions in his mind waiting for this guy to answer.

"How rude... But the strong always enjoy privileges. Your reputation and strength are indeed enough for me to overlook your previous offense... But only this time, I will not do it again..."

"Who the hell do you think you are?!"

Noshier suddenly swung the axe in his hand in a huge arc! The surrounding walls were smashed into pieces like foam, and a big smile appeared on his lips! Then he rushed forward!
(End of this chapter)