Chapter 116
Loren doubted it many times, but never figured it out—how did Will Senna find his whereabouts time and time again, and how did he disappear?
The black hair wizard was extremely confident in himself, but Barry Senna and the nobles disappeared out of thin air, escaping from the castle without even noticing it.
So he can conclude that the other party uses absolutely unconventional methods.
"Then I suddenly remembered that you mentioned to me that you are very curious about magic—but Deep Limburg has been hostile to the Duke for many years. Wimpal’s wizard is basically impossible to serve Deep Limburg. How did you get in touch What about magic?"
"Finally, I found your way to monitor me in secret. I seem to have seen it somewhere." The black hair wizard eyebrows raised, opened the mouth and said in a funny tone "Excuse me for a bold guess, your mentor... won’t it be a guy named Karan?"
Will Cena’s face finally showed a panic, which is considered to be Loren. Speculation.
In a deadly castle hall, Will Senna, with a face of cold sweat, trembling backwards step by step, until his back hits the door. Wearing a wizard robe and holding a magic wand, Loren pulled out a long shadow in the moonlight, shrouding him in the dark shadow.
"he he he he hahahahaha......"
Will, in fear, laughed wildly, laughing extremely happily, as if to cover up his inner fear .
"With so much nonsense, what can you change?!" The crazy Will stared at Loren, "You thought it would be enough to hold me? It's a big mistake, Ruben Fu Lid, he is dead!"
"Just now, those are all elites of the Senna family, but they don’t have a bullshit title! No matter where our master count hides, they can pick him out and chop him. My head!"
"Thank you and Ruben. Those stubborn nobles all have strength great injury and helped me clear a lot of obstacles-when the Sena family regain control of Deep Limburg, we will Will be stronger than ever before!"
Will Senna, who was panting and sweating, was extremely excited: "Master count asked me what I want? This is what I want, I am A well-justified Deep Limburg count!"
Looking at the other side's ugly and distorted appearance, the black hair wizard responded with only a long sigh, without even the desire to do something. .
Forget it, let him despair as soon as possible, it's almost dawn.
"Did you forget something?" Loren asked in a low voice, gently pulling the hood on top of his head: "Since I know the steps of your plan, how can I be unprepared? "
Wil raised his head abruptly, showing blue veins on his forehead.
"A quarter of an hour, or two quarters of an hour? Let's make a bet." Loren, who sighed then said, asked, "How long do you think they can hold on?"
... …………… It is still a silent corridor, still a female elf standing in the center, holding a long spear.
The only difference is that there are blood stains under her feet, two corpses lying on the ground, their chests still spurting blood and twitching, and the tortoise is at the end of the corridor, never daring to step forward. "Refugees".
From start to finish, the female elves always abide by the agreement with Loren-to guard this corridor, and absolutely not let anyone pass through here.
So as long as the person opposite does not rush forward, Liya still has no intention to come forward. from start to finish Standing in place, only when being approached, will he wave the long spear in his hand.
There is no hatred between myself and these people, as long as they are scared, the female elf thought so and gently shook off the blood on the tip of the gun.
"You should run away, this is not the place to come." Liya scared each other as much as possible: "Even if you go together, you are not my opponents. If you don't want to die, leave this castle quickly !"
But unfortunately, she still seriously underestimated some people's "persistence" and the infinitely close to zero intelligence.
"What, this guy is a woman?!"
"What, dare to underestimate us!"
"Kill this bitch and give them Revenge for the two hapless guys!"
The locust-like crossbow and arrows flew, and the tall and slender silhouette jumped up in midair, cutting a weird arc. In the eyes of the private soldiers, the silhouette seemed to have disappeared.
The ghost-like Liya has leaped in front of the opponent and yanked a long spear from the opponent's chest. The barrel of the gun was thrown back, splashing ink on the wall, leaving a string of bright red.
The corpse that spurted blood had not fallen down, and the female elf had turned over his head. Turning the wrist lightly, the tip of the silver spear opened a circle, and the private soldiers standing on both sides had their throats slit before they pulled out the long sword.
The fourth person standing at the back finally drew out his weapon and yelled at him. The long spear female spirit Spirit General kept her gun behind her, and walked away from the chopping.
And the other party has no chance to wave a second time. Liya, who had withdrawn two steps, propped up on one foot, and the long spear went from bottom to top, piercing his chin.
The private soldier who wanted to open his mouth trembled, and he could not even see the silhouette of the opponent. The plasma ejected from the wound had deprived him of consciousness.
Gently raised the tip of the gun and aimed it at the private soldiers who were still stunned. The female elf's voice was still calm as if she was talking about a very common thing:
"Who is next?"
The Senna soldiers holding their weapons shuddered, but the target was already in front of them, and soon another unwilling guy came forward:
"What are you doing in a daze? This bitch is alone! Don't hurry up..."
Before the words were finished, a silver light came towards him. The soldier in the darkness in front of him was shot through his head, and his bloody body twitched and fell to the ground. The head that was ripped off by inertia was nailed to the wall behind with the barrel of the gun.
"Next, who is it?"
The sound is still so calm that there are no waves, and the tip of the gun is dripping blood.
"Run——!!!"
I don't know which terrified soldier called out first, but with the blink of an eye, there is no silhouette in the corridor — -Only the warm corpse on the ground, and the plasma that stained the floor red.
The female elf who took the gun back was about to turn back, but suddenly stopped, her pointed ears trembled slightly, and there was a touch of confusion on her face.
Those deserters probably haven't left yet, why can't they hear their footsteps?
Not only that, even the number of people who appeared in front of me did not match what at first had noticed; I shouldn't even misheard the sound of footsteps, at least it should be about 1/4/2021 less.
Can it be said that besides himself, that wizard also left other manpower and traps in the castle?
"Loren Torino, really a cunning guy." Liya blinked and said to herself: "I don't believe that he is right."
With that, the female elf also showed a very confident expression, nodded each minding their own business.
"Oh...Poor Loren Torino is despised again."
The corners of the young man's mouth in the shadows are slightly raised, and his right hand is holding his crooked head with scarlet pupils. , Reflecting the soldiers who are running around, lose one's head out of fear.
"It's really sad. He never realized that the person he trusted the most was the lovely Asriel. He had helped him so many times, but he didn't even say a word of thanks."
The young man murmured, as if complaining. Scarlet as blood’s eyes never left the soldiers. The tip of his tongue gently licked his pale lips. He already felt his thirsty throat twitching slightly.
This is also one of the disadvantages of becoming a vampire. Even if it is not needed, the body will naturally produce corresponding desires.
"But this is also one of the joys of'living'." Asriel chuckled lightly. For him, who had never existed at all, whether it was pain or hunger, there was a sense of incomparable freshness.
"Although I am always complained, who makes my dear Loren Torino the only friend of Asriel? Friends should be considerate and support each other."
Wearing a red and black exquisite dress, a young man with white golden hair suddenly appeared on the only way for the deserters, carrying his hands on his back, like a competent steward, and greeted the visit with impeccable etiquette "Guests".
"Thank you for coming, please be prepared to enjoy Asriel's meticulous hospitality!"