Chapter 260
At the same time, several meters deep under George's feet.
It is a huge underground cell, like other underground cells, cold and humid, but strangely, this underground cell does not have any rats, cockroaches, or any other common underground cells. Small flesh and blood creatures, one and only, are a thin, mummy-like silhouette bound by countless rusty iron chains. His whole body was covered with large and small scratches of different depths, which looked even worse than the most tattered human-shaped target in the training ground.
At this time, this thin silhouette is greedily licking those, leaking from the cracks in the cracked ground, and then falling from the cracks in the dungeon ceiling, mixed with George and Unicorn Nick's blood.
If you look closely, you will find that a wooden stake is stuck in his chest. The scouring of the years and the damp and cold environment have made this wooden stake a little bit rotten, losing its sealing ability during the most flourishing period.
Obviously, this is a vampire that has been sealed with power and has been imprisoned in the dungeon for a long time.
"How many years."
After absorbing the last drop of blood that fell from the ceiling, this mummy vampire licked his dry lips, fully absorbing After using the energy in the blood of George and Nick, the wound on his body finally healed a bit, and his body looked fuller, but soon, due to the serious shortage of blood intake, the speed of his wound healing dropped again.
It seems that there is still some meaning to it. This vampire lifted his head vigorously. Because of the long-term lack of movement, the skeleton at the cervical spine made a crack crack sound like a rusty machine turning again. .
"How many years..."
This vampire once again said with emotion:
"How many years has it been since I haven't tasted blood again It feels good. If it weren’t for me, Emmon Hamlet, used the death spell to seal off the body’s physiological functions and entered a deep sleep state. He would probably have been tortured to death by blood addiction a long time ago. Waiting for me, that group of harmed me so embarrassed. Yes, ignorant clan elders, I'm here to find your revenge now!"
Thinking of this, Eamon lowered his head and looked towards the tattered moist eroded one in his chest The wooden stake, it was this wooden stake that sealed his power that belonged to the Blood Race. He was coldly snorted, gritted his teeth, and concentrated the blood energy he had just drawn from the blood in his chest to resist the strength of Seal of the stake.
Under Aamon's unremitting efforts, he and the stake were in a stalemate for a while, and the stake was finally overwhelmed and shattered into dregs under the crush of magic.
"Ah...this is...the feeling of freedom!"
I felt the energy in the blood crystal spread through the limbs again, Eamon felt very satisfied, and he trembled Shaking his body, the powerful physical power caused the iron chains that entangled Eamon's body to scream, but Eamon did not intend to waste his incompletely restored power on the tug of war with the chains. The mind turned, and the Blood Race secret technique-the technique of fogging was activated instantly. In the state of blood mist, no matter how hard the iron chain was, it could not restrict Eamon's actions.
"Next, it's time to say hello to my sacrifice!"
Smelling the blood coming from the cracks in the dungeon ceiling, the blood that made him intoxicated Wei, Eamon knows that he desperately needs a big meal now to restore the stamina he has lost over the years!
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