Destiny Thief

Chapter 165 The Love of the Vampire Lord III

The end of the dark alley was as black as ink.Priest Winnie glanced at this area, but she didn't see anything, but she had a clear sense of the holy power in her body - when Alisa asked, she nodded solemnly.

"very powerful."

She said that after walking into the alley for a while, she released the [Detect Undead] spell.But at this moment, an awe-inspiring chill rose from her heart—different from the ordinary undead creatures she usually came into contact with, this chill was as cold and severe as the essence, and she even felt that she was in a world of ice and snow.

The dead of [Supernatural Realm]!
Although Priest Winnie was not sure about this level of power, she still faintly felt the power of this aura, and the enemies that appeared at the moment were most likely beyond her imagination——not daring to neglect her, she turned around:
"Very powerful undead, we must report this matter to the Bishop immediately."

"But is it too late?"

Alyssa followed, and after learning all the seven moves of [Glorious Blessing Swordsmanship], she was looking for an undead to practice with - the brilliant light refracted by [Hoarfrost] was like a bright light in the dark night, she Pulling out the knight sword at his waist, he walked towards the position of priest Winnie.

deeper than her.

"The abominable atmosphere has become stronger and stronger."

She raised the sword edge in front of her body, looking at the dark surroundings vigilantly.

Monica in the cloak sneered, and two priests appeared in the range of her spiritual perception, as well as a few ordinary humans, and she could hear the conversation clearly—it seemed that they had already Noticing it, Monica thought about it secretly, and she finally made up her mind.

……

night time.

Victor, who came back to the mercenary regiment's station, saw his colleagues whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Because of the night curfew in the southern city, they didn't go to the tavern to have fun anymore—this group of mercenaries gathered together, and their belly The ale he drank completely emptied two large oak barrels.They sat or lay down, relaxing and chatting in various comfortable postures.

"Rolfis is dead."

A mercenary opened his red eyes and said that he had experienced the battle in the city during the day. Thanks to the blessing of Goddess of Luck, he was not seriously injured—except for a small piece of skin scratched by the spear on his left arm, His whole body was almost intact, but when he recalled it, he still felt extremely flustered and frightened.

Rolfes, that strong and sturdy man like a bear just died—the thick crossbow pierced through the air, nailing him firmly to the ground, he wailed, but the huge wound flowed out like a hole But the blood quickly took away his anger.Those eyes the size of copper bells are round and bulging, as if they are still nostalgic for this world.

But he died anyway.

Victor asked his colleagues about fighting during the day. The mercenary seemed to have been strongly stimulated. He drank the ale in his glass in a sullen breath, and chanted repeatedly——Victor shook Shaking his head, this guy is a member of the second team, a young man that Rolfes brought from his hometown three years ago.It is said that there is a relationship between the two, is it uncle or nephew or something?Victor thought about it for a while, but after he couldn't remember it for a while, he finally gave up.

This is the fate of mercenaries!As an old mercenary, Victor had seen so much parting from life and death, he sighed with his colleagues, and his party returned to the wine table, he picked up the wine pot, filled himself a full bottle Mug of ale.

"Victor, someone is looking for you."

At this time, an old man walked in with a lame leg. His name was Old Hugo, and he belonged to the "Song of Ashes" mercenary group. Since he was injured and disabled in a certain battle, he retired from the list of combatants. After coming out, he took up a material management position in the mercenary regiment—after today's battle, the casualties of "Song of Ashes" were not particularly large, except for three people including Rolfes who were killed in battle, Others are just injured to varying degrees, but even so, the necessary pensions and medical expenses also need to be cost-effective and expendable.

Perhaps because of his age, old Hugo didn't stay with the mercenaries, and the mercenaries were used to it. After he retired from the combatants, he developed a strange hobby-relying on years of hard work And merit, he has a good income in the mercenary group, and he dedicated most of these income to those nagging fortune-tellers——

Their clothes are tattered like beggars, and they smell sour. It is said that they will never take a bath unless they die at the last moment, because taking a bath will take away their so-called divine power of prophecy.

But today, when the old "Prophet" Hugo came to him, he didn't talk about the heavy topic of "fate"?

Some of the mercenaries who were still awake were stunned for a moment, and found that Old Hugo was talking to Victor, and as the captain of the first brigade, a young man who liked to tease stinky feet beside him laughed, "Yes Isn't that Miss Monica?"

"A young lady."

Old Hugo nodded, and he fixed his eyes on Victor.

"It must be Monica!"

When Victor thought of the beautiful mercenary lady, his emotions suddenly became a little excited. He had an unknown little thought——as the core combatant of the mercenary regiment, although he was not stingy about daily expenses, he Somehow accumulated a large amount of reals.In the past two years, after seeing some old mercenaries' lonely and miserable homes, he has been thinking about whether to marry a wife, quit the mercenary business, buy a small house in Avron, and live his life from now on. The happy days when the wife and children are hot on the kang.But he has never met a suitable woman, until the appearance of Miss Monica, he feels that his happiness seems to be beckoning in front of him.

Persuading her to join the mercenary group is just a temporary measure!Victor believes that feelings should be gradually understood and cultivated in daily contact with each other.

Miss Monica seemed to give him the chance.It's just that I don't know what she thinks in her heart.

Victor put down the wine glass in his hand, and ran outside excitedly——while the old "Prophet" Hugo passed by the two of them, he suddenly burst out for no reason: "Victor, I am here with you!" In the fate of the world, I saw temptation and danger."

Victor stopped.

"Temptation and danger come from your desire."

"Old Hugo, what are you talking about?"

Victor was stunned. Although he never believed in such illusory things as fate, as a senior senior of the mercenary group, old Hugo would never say these words for no reason.

"Miss Monica, is there a problem with her?"

Victor asked.

(End of this chapter)