The elves produced handsome men and beautiful women.
The vampires produced handsome men and beautiful women, too.
The elves were full of positivity. Most of the elves stood aloof from worldly affairs and could enjoy a beautiful day by admiring the sun and the moon.
Not only did the vampires suck human blood, but most of them were also very cunning. Murder and arson were common, and they were full of schemes.
As long as it was an intelligent creature, it would always appreciate harmless beauty.
Therefore, even though the two parties were equally beautiful, the elves were still the most beautiful race.
When the woman's face was cold, she looked like a venomous scorpion with her gloomy vibe.
The man's eyes, on the other hand, were narrow, and his pupils were small and white, like those of a snake.
The two of them stood face to face, as if they were an adulterer and a lover.
After all, their vibes were too similar.
But the woman in the red dress opened her mouth and said coldly, "Edmund, what are you doing here?"
"Lord Bruce asked me to see what it is that made you give up on pursuing the Black Bone Race." The male vampire named Edmund cast a cold glance at the masked bag and frowned. "What's this? A magic creation that you built? "
Edmund moved his eyes back and looked at the woman mockingly, as if he were saying, "How old are you? Why are you still building a castle with mud?"
Ignoring his mockery, the woman said coldly, "I'm still working on the Black Bones."
"Do you have any leads?"
"No. Do you?" asked the woman back.
The man's twisted smile stopped. He stared at the woman for a long time, before he slashed an enormous wind blade to his right.
The dark wind blade quickly cut the rock tent, leaving a long mark.
Edmund said coldly, "Don't think that you can ride on my head just because Lord Bruce thinks highly of you. Christina, don't forget that you're only a third-generation vampire … Wait. "
Edmund looked at the rock tent in surprise. He knew how powerful his wind blade was. It might not be unstoppable, but it was definitely powerful enough to cut off a dozen pieces of high-quality armor at the same time.
But what was going on right now? He had only left a shallow mark on the rock?
He turned around abruptly and looked at Christina. "What's this?"
"I made a pile of dirt out of boredom." Christina sneered. "If there's nothing else, I'm leaving. Are you coming with me?"
Edmund glanced back and forth between Christina and the rock tent. Then, he shook his head and said, "No, I just remembered something happy. You can meet Lord Bruce on your own."
Christina intentionally looked at the mask and frowned, before she turned into a bat and flew away.
After Christina disappeared into the moonlight, Edmund looked at the rock tent with a creepy smile.
Inside the rock tent, Roland looked rather helpless.
There's a relay race here?
Because he couldn't hear what they were saying, he could only see the woman in the red dress and the black-haired man having a friendly conversation.
Then, the man launched a wind blade at the rock tent. Then, the woman left, and the man's eyes became weird.
Vampires are on the same boat with me?
What kind of grudge was this?
Edmund flapped his wings and circled around the rock tent.
Nightmare condensed a black energy ball in his hand and smashed it at the rock tent.
The energy ball flew down and hit the rock tent. After an intense explosion, a pit about ten centimeters deep and twenty centimeters wide was left on the rock tent.
Huh?
Edmund narrowed his eyes. "This rock tent is unbelievably hard."
Then, he chuckled. He felt that he had guessed why Christina didn't go after the Black Bone Demon.
There had to be something valuable, or a magic item, in the rock tent.
However, Christina wasn't strong enough to open the rock tent.
How could she have done that when even his Dark Lightning Ball couldn't blow it up?
However, only a reckless man would solve everything with violence.
Smart people always had better solutions.
Edmund approached the rock tent. Then, he turned into a cluster of black mist and leaked into the rock tent.
It was a special skill of vampires named Mist, which could only be learned by certain special vampires. It was a talent spell.
Its greatest function was that it could ignore physical attacks and penetrate physical obstacles for about one meter. The stronger ones, such as those who could teleport, might be able to penetrate two meters.
Through the dark rock stratum, Edmund sensed a dozen humanoid creatures ahead of him. Also, one of the humanoid creatures was emitting tremendous magic waves.
His mental vision in the mist state was similar to thermal imaging.
What's going on?
Before Edmund realized what was going on, the human being who was brimming with magic power had charged at him.
A bolt of lightning hit him, and the excruciating pain in his soul almost made Edmund lose his mind.
The strong sense of crisis made Edmund turn around and run.
In the mist state, he immediately crawled out the way he came.
In no more than one second, he squeezed out of the rock tent and regained his human form.
"Damn it!"
Sensing that his soul had been slightly wounded, Edmund was so angry that he almost went crazy.
Christina set up a trap to lure him into it. Does she want to kill me?
The thought popped up in Edmund's mind uncontrollably.
While he was thinking about that, he suddenly saw that part of the rock tent was softening, and three seconds later, a hole appeared.
Then, a human being who was covered in magic blue light and magic equipment appeared in the hole.
Edmund was stunned by the man's attire, which made him look like a magic nouveau riche.
A nouveau riche's attire would only be hilarious.
However, a Mage's extravagant equipment would only make one's heart tremble.
Run!
That was Edmund's first reaction. Even he, a 173-year-old vampire, didn't have enough magic equipment.
Yet, a human Mage had done it.
No matter how strong the man was, he couldn't be messed with.
He couldn't be messed with if he was strong, but if he wasn't, he must have a powerful background.
Edmund turned around and turned into a swarm of bats, flying to the moon.
Roland sealed the hole again. Then, he turned around and watched the swarm of bats fly away.
A vampire whose soul was wounded would lose at least one third of his strength.
He had a two-second head start.
Then, a spatial bubble absorbed Roland, and two seconds later, he was ejected to the moon abruptly.
Edmund's bat mode was quite fast. He could fly about fifty meters per second.
He thought that he was out of danger. While he was feeling happy, he suddenly sensed high-energy magic reactions from his rear.
The swarm of bats turned around, only to see a lunatic who was covered in magic blue light and holding a bolt of lightning in each hand. The lunatic crashed into them with a weird, high-pitched sound.
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