Knight and Wand

Chapter 354 Blood Shadow Demonic Trace

Leon rode non-stop, bypassing the patrolling soldiers and sneaking into Count Trosa's residence in the military camp. Suddenly, he stopped in the corridor on the second floor.

He raised his hand to stop Corvis who was following him.

In front of the door, the two Orland guards guarding the corridor still stood straight.

But Leon frowned, and was surprised to find that the two warriors were motionless like sculptures, and their breathing rhythm under the helmets was long and slow.

Relying on the spell shadow to obscure the light and shadow, he tentatively came to the side of the two people and poked each other's body.

Sure enough, there was no response.

When the guards' visors were opened, it was discovered that the two soldiers had been attacked by some unknown means and had fallen into a deep sleep while standing straight.

"Someone has been here before us." Corvis approached Leon and whispered in a deep voice.

Leon couldn't help but wonder, besides himself, was there anyone else who was eyeing the Earl's relics late at night?
Looking up at the gate not far away, he groped in the dark and held Akao's shoulder.

"Go to the window and wait for me. Be ready to withdraw at any time. I will go in from the front and take a look."

Corvis nodded in the darkness, then immediately turned around and went outside to split up.

Leon waited for Akao to go around outside, then he lightened his steps, held Gungnir's blade upside down, and approached the door of the residence holding his breath.

I placed my hand on the bolt and pressed it, only to find it was still locked.

Leon did not let his guard down.

The magic traction trick silently cut open the lock core, and the atmospheric elements wrapped around the mechanical structure without making any friction sound of unlocking.

Gently pushing open a tiny gap, magic patterns appeared in Leon's dark eyes, and he switched his vision to sense the faint night light.

In the spacious earl's bedroom, the coffin lay quietly in the center.

However, the heavy lid on the coffin was not closed, or was it opened by someone?
what's the situation?
The burial hasn't even started yet, and already a thief is coming for Trosa's burial objects?

He glanced around the room, but apart from the deathly silence inside, there was no one there.

Already gone?
Leon pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The moment his five senses spread, he caught a glimpse of an invisible silver track, piercing towards his chest as fast as the wind while wearing only leather armor.

——Very fast.

But in Leon's eyes it wasn't fast enough.

The gun blade flicked past, and the crisp collision opened the stabbing sword blade, sparks flying everywhere.

The violent movement broke the concealment spell that enveloped his body, but Leon didn't care about being exposed. As he chopped the sword, Gungnir's wing blade pierced into the silent shadow beside him.

The powerful gun blade seemed to hit a cloud of mist. Leon only saw a hazy shadow mist wrapped in the wind and flashed behind him.

Blood-sucking undead!

No wonder I can detect my invisible self.

No wonder I didn't hear anything.

Reacting instantly, Leon twisted his body with the cat-spin technique, and the magic spear's horizontal blade slashed forward with a fierce cyclone, and bright molten flame magic patterns covered the spear blade at the same time.

——! !

A shrill, ear-piercing scream broke the dead silence of the night.

A figure fell out of the shadows, retreated quickly and climbed up the wall. His chest, which was only covered with light clothes, was slashed with a hideous wound by the magic spear.

If it were an ordinary person, this fatal wound that pierced the body would have been fatal, but at this moment, the huge wound was quickly fading away and growing healed pale flesh.

The pale handsome face in the shadows revealed terrifying fangs.

Leon was shocked. Could it be that the death of the King was really caused by a vampire assassin?
The other party came here because he was not satisfied with killing Trosa and wanted to transform the corpse of Earl Stag into a vampire?
Another deafening roar interrupted Leon's thoughts, and the bronze mirrors in the room exploded.

The vampire ignored gravity and turned his body by pushing against the wall, then turned into a ball of mist and pounced down fiercely.

Seeing through the blade hidden in the darkness, Leon swung the Molten Blade forward without retreating, and his leaping figure split the blade and shoulder in half with just one move.

But after penetrating the shadow and watching the long sword and the entire vampire's right arm fall to the ground and immediately turn into a pool of blood, Leon realized that he had been tricked.

The other party wants to "abandon the tail and escape"!
Looking back, I saw that the shadow had blown open the balcony door like a gust of wind and flew into the air from the terrace.

"Akao! Stop that vampire!" Leon turned around and chased, shouting.

At the same time, a dazzling sword shadow flashed across the night sky.

The rune flying sword accurately pierced into the ominous black fog, and the fleeing shadow seemed to be suddenly grabbed.

The fingertips that Corvis had left marks on the eaves pulled back, tightly maintaining the magic connection, pulling the huge force at the other end like a wrestling match. He was almost carried away and his feet dragged and shoveled up a pile of tiles with a clanging sound.

In desperation, the young knight had to summon the second flying sword on his back and thrust it hard into the roof beam, then he paused suddenly to maintain his body shape.

When Leon chased out of the balcony, he saw a broken-armed figure emerging from the mist. He stretched out a pair of huge flesh wings, roared, changed direction, swooped down, and immediately broke free from Corvis's restraints.

Lion raised Gungnir and prepared to throw the magic spear.

However, in the military camp that was already in a state of chaos, the sirens and alarm bells could be heard incessantly, and dense torches and soldiers were shouting and gathering around them.

Leon frowned, and finally glanced at the direction where the vampire, who had broken free from the flying sword and turned into mist again, fled. He had no choice but to put down his magic gun and quickly retreat back to the room.

Even if he could hit the opponent, he couldn't go out and capture the vampire under such circumstances.

He looked at the traces left by the brief fight just now, and knew that if his identity was exposed, it would be difficult for him to explain why he sneaked into the military camp in the middle of the night and sneaked into Count Trosa's room. No matter what, he would get into trouble.

"Akao, it's time to go!"

While calling his companions, Leon picked up the magic gun and quickly rummaged through the boxes to find Trosa's relics.

However, he really didn't see any items of great symbolic value, so he could only lean over from the urn in the coffin and pick up the sword that was suspected to be used by Trosa during his lifetime.

Corvis sheathed his sword, jumped onto the balcony, quickly walked to Leon's side, and cast a spell again to cover the two of them with a shadow cloak: "My Lord, I just put a tracking rune on that vampire. As long as it is activated, I can sense his whereabouts. He can't escape!"

"Ha, you are still the best." Leon was overjoyed when he heard that.

However, he heard the approaching running footsteps outside the corridor, and without further delay, he immediately pulled Corvis out of the window on the other side and quickly fled the scene.
They avoided the angry army, left the barracks under the cover of night, blew the beast-summoning whistle in a secluded corner of the outer slums of Avim, and flew into the night sky on their war beasts.

Passing through the clouds and facing the moonlight, Leon pulled the griffin's reins and approached the eagle.

"Can you sense where the vampire is escaping to?" He raised his voice to cover the sound of the wind and asked his powerful little think tank leader. Corvis nodded: "The rune link is still there, and the speed is very fast. As long as I activate the spell, we have Death Claw and Xiao An, and we can definitely catch up."

After hearing this, Leon suddenly lowered his head and pondered.

He thought for a moment, then confirmed, "How long can your tracking spell last after it is activated?"

"A long time. It can last about half a year in the activated state. And unless the vampire is proficient in magical skills or has other spellcasters to help exorcise it, he will not be able to get rid of it even if you peel off the skin on his back." Corvis answered confidently.

He engraved many rune spells with different functions on the flying sword in order to deal with different situations.

Leon felt that it sounded familiar: "Is this the rune spell that Amon cast on your back to track you?"

"Yes. But now I use Gulorelit's method, which is much more efficient and effective." Recalling the past when he was buried in runes by the following means, Corvis replied embarrassedly with a blush on his face.

"As long as it's not activated, will the vampire still not know that he has been marked with a rune?"

"That should be right. Lord, do you want to?"

Leon nodded, already having a new plan.

"Don't be in a hurry to activate the magic. Let him escape first. It would be best if he could run back to the lair of the vampire undead. We will wait for the Knights to catch up before continuing the action."

David and his team have been tracking for more than a year, but have never been able to get deep into the dangerous south and find the location of the blood-sucking undead army. The south is inhabited by undead corpses that cannot be interrogated, and the investigation has not made any progress.

Leon only hoped that the escaped vampire could bring him more gains on this trip.

The griffin and the eagle flapped their wings and took the two back to the camp on the south bank of the Usato River.
distance.

The southern border is even farther away from the Kantadar Royal Court.

On the grassland south of Shannan and Roslava.

In the vast land where many Uliya tribe trade settlements were once located, there is no trace of cattle, sheep, horses or Uliya herdsmen anymore.

Northeast of Uriah, the Feru Mountains, which separated the mountain peoples from the grassland peoples, were shrouded in dark clouds that stretched as far as the eye could see.

It seems to be a natural formation, but its hideous shape like the claws and fangs of a devil and its huge mouth cannot possibly be a naturally formed mountain fortress, standing on this rugged mountain.

Amid the captivating purple magic light, countless wandering souls and demons shuttled between the bell towers of the dead on the towering stone peaks.

And below the eerie mountain city, on the withered and decaying barren land, there are endless undead spirits.

The corpse ghosts seemed to be toiling non-stop, working day and night under the control of the corpse witches, building huge barriers and altars around the Mountain City of the Dead.

Groups of Uriah Undead Cavalry wandered around following the earth-shaking corpse war elephants.

Above the dark cloudy sky, a gigantic undead flying dragon flew through the clouds, with a faint tail light flickering between the deformed flesh and blood of its giant wings, and flew straight to the high tower platform on the top of the mountain city.

The dragon's wings, with only shriveled fascia left, flapped, and powerful magic shook the air.

The flying dragon descended with a loud bang, and devilish flames that burned souls spewed out of the skeleton dragon's mouth, as if reflecting the rage of the master who enslaved the dragon soul at the moment.

The death knights on the platform, wearing black armor with a one-eye emblem, had a faint light in their eyes and raised their sharp blades.

On the skeleton throne with a high saddle on the dragon's back, the extremely burly corpse king used his dry fingers to hold down the screaming devil blade and growled.

".Tell that Atias liar to come out and see me!"

The flying dragon roared in response.

The dragon's roar unleashed a netherworldly flame powerful enough to burn souls, forcing the death knights to retreat and dodge.

"What is it that makes you so angry, Your Majesty?"

A low, cold laugh like a broken bellows came from the gate of the tower.

A dense sound of footsteps, like the feet of arthropods, approached.

The slender figure wrapped in a gorgeous black one-eyed robe walked out of the shadow of the tower with six pairs of insect-like blade feet.

Avilut looked on the dragon's back.

The guy who came was indeed one of those Atias scammers, but he was not the one he wanted to see.

"You have no right to speak to me, Eldea. Where is your vile master?"

The Corpse Demon Lord clenched the magic blade in his hand, and the ferocious fangs exposed on his shriveled skull opened and closed.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty Avilut. Lord Karazik is busy with the final part of the ceremony and cannot spare the time to come and see you." The lich named Eldea opened and closed his jaw and bowed to explain.

Aviut was furious.

"I have shown you great mercy and given you a year. I have resisted the blood beasts for you until now, but the so-called method has not been fulfilled at all."

The Lord of Corpses raised the magic blade in his hand, and his sharp claws scratched across the blade surrounded by black smoke. Under the unknown metal that was as clear as black crystal, it seemed that countless ghosts were sobbing in fear.

".Do not let me think that you are trying to deceive the king again."

"No, no, no, my noble king, we never wanted to deceive you. You should know that we were also deceived by those ominous beings in the spiritual world. Look at me, I was so handsome and charming in the past, but now I am like a piece of rotten meat dug out of the soil."

Eldea's skinny black knuckles lightly clasped together, and he clarified humbly as if in fear, but his tone did not fluctuate at all, which made his words reveal a hint of teasing.

"Please believe in my teacher. Both Lord Karazik and we, like you, hope to get rid of death as soon as possible and regain our past vitality," the lich laughed hoarsely.

Aviout's ghost eyes suddenly looked at the eloquent wizard.

Thick smoke rose from the devil blade, just a consciousness——

boom!
With a deafening sound of shattering, the slender lich was instantly crushed into the deeply sunken stone slab of the platform by the terrifying magic, and his limbs were twisted beyond human form.

"Not only will my life be restored, but I will also have endless immortality and the power I have now!" Aviut slammed the blade down and controlled the dragon to flap its wings again.

"I will take away another one million ghouls. Remember, wizard bastard, even if you are a king, your patience is limited. If there is still no news within half a year, I don't mind making a truce with Charleman and his blood beasts and letting them come and tear you all to pieces."

Leaving behind a declaration that sounded like an imperial decree, the Lord of Corpses rode his flying dragon into the sky, then turned and flew towards the endless sea of ​​corpses at the foot of the mountain.

Raising the magic blade high, wherever the dragon wings passed, countless undead spirits raised their heads and howled, following the instructions from the unknown and marching towards the northwest.
High up in the tower, the Death Knights dug for a long time before they finally pulled Eldea out from under the floor.

The lich's twisted body slowly reset itself with a crackling sound, his dry, withered face still smiling as before.

"Hehe. What an unreasonable fool. Enjoy this last bit of arrogance, lowly mortal.
When the great Lord Valari ascends to the divine rank in that foreign land, everything in the world will prostrate itself at our feet."

(End of this chapter)