The green fluid lightning once again formed plasma in the air, but this time, it was no longer the thick column it was before, but instead spread dozens of meters into the sky.
The chain formed by the electric light is pulled on his right paw, and Esky seems to be able to trigger thunder.
This time, he plans to cover all areas that this old thing can dodge, regardless of the previous Death Wind or Dahl, as long as it is not space magic...
But just as he was about to trigger the green thunder to strike down, Wosolun raised his withered hands, made a gesture of surrender, and said.
"I know the whereabouts of Nagash's most notorious books."
The Nehekhara language in his mouth became like the strange sound in a broken bellows.
The engineering warlock is pulling the chain of thunder, just like a judge judging prisoners. In the eyes of vampires, the white rats with a height of only 160 cm have become taller.
"It's in Neferata's hand. If you have the ability, go get it."
There was a bit of resentment in Wosolun's voice, as well as a bit of schadenfreude for the engineering warlock's next encounter, as if he couldn't hide his emotions at all.
Sure enough, his answer immediately made the engineering warlock's thunder hanging in the sky get closer to him.
Eski's mouth was full of threats, and the thunder chain he was holding in his hand got closer and closer to Wosolun.
"Old man, are you kidding me? I just searched her palace and her temple. It seems that you really want to let your meaningless life extended by death
Completely dead."
He urgently needs an answer. The thing in his hand is not only a powerful spell, but also a signal tower that guides Neferata and her little lover.
If this old guy was going to waste his time like this, he would have no choice but to kill him directly regardless of the possibility that he knew the information.
Before the engineer warlock prepared to trigger the thunder again, the old vampire rolled out a black barrier to reinforce the magic shield above his head.
Just when Eski thought he was preparing for the spell, the old vampire eagerly scratched his bald head, causing his throat like a broken bellows to speak quickly like a deflated balloon.<
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"Neferata has a secret reading room. It is in a hidden place outside the palace. No one knows about it, so it is inaccessible. Moreover, if anyone approaches, Neferata will immediately sense it."
In Wosolun's withered eyeballs, Eski couldn't tell whether what he said was the truth. After carefully thinking about the logic of his words, Eski dispersed the magic power in his hand.
The green thunder gradually turned into a ball of pure chaotic energy. They were already overly active in the outside world, and it was no longer possible for the factory warlock to take them back into the body.
Under Eski's will, they gradually become heavier and their properties are constantly changing.
Under the influence of string after string of Anoquian that resembled ancient holy words, they gradually turned into a clear green spring, traveling downwards and entwined on the white fur of the engineering warlock's lower limbs, connecting to the earth...
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"Informed person, you are not talking about you first-generation vampires, are you?"
The engineering warlock looked at the old vampire in front of him and said playfully.
"Do you want to divert trouble to the east?"
Of course it wasn't that he couldn't hear Wosolun's intentions, so Eski pulled out the Hell Blade from his waist, a weapon that could hurt the soul, and pressed it against the old vampire's neck, adding to the engineering warlock's words.
A bit chilly.
"It's very smart. I'm really reminding you that the target doesn't have to be on me."
Wosolun placed his fingers on the serrations of the Hell Blade and tried to ward it off, but he felt a heart-piercing tingling sensation on his fingers.
The old vampire, who no longer has the senses of a living person, immediately came to the conclusion that this weapon can harm the soul.
He wrinkled his forehead like a rag, as if the skin was about to break. It took him a long time
For a moment, he looked at the weapon in front of him, and then took a few steps back.
This kind of rat monster is really a mysterious race.
Why is there such a powerful spell?
Why is there such huge energy in the body that they cannot ask for?
Why is there such a devil's weapon that seems to be a gift from the gods?
Many doubts lingered in his mind, making the old vampire even more afraid of the rat race.
All along, he has been preparing to seize power and build a country of his own - this is an open secret among the first generation vampires except Neferata - if he wants to build a country, the monster in front of him will
Race is a huge threat that has not been discovered.
"Really?"
The engineer warlock once again placed the Hell Blade on the old vampire's neck, which made him feel at ease.
However, the old vampire is obviously not the one who can hide his emotions, although Eski doesn't know if he is pretending - generally speaking, hundreds of years of life experience should make the old vampire more sophisticated -
—But his resentment and fear were already displayed on his face.
"I can't see any sincerity on your face. For example, there should be books in your hands that belong to Nagash besides Neferata, but you didn't mention it at all."
The saw blade of the Hell Blade got closer to the old vampire, causing Wosolun's soul that was no longer completely imprisoned in his body to feel the sting and hid behind him.
Wosuoran took a few steps back again and leaned his body against the concave round wall cut out by the plasma.
"But I think it would be more beneficial for you to do this, rat monster."
The old vampire tried his best to maintain his demeanor, and smoothed his clothes with his dry fingers, making the somewhat dirty black mage robe on his body a little tidier. Although his face was hateful, it could still be seen that it was humanoid.
The body matches.
After doing all this, he pretended to be elegant, covered his chest with five dry fingers, tried to bow, and said.
"I admit that you are an excellent wizard, but..."
The engineering warlock's claws revealed a green flame, and an unpleasant special smell penetrated into Wosolun's no longer sensitive nose...
The flaming claws pointed at the old vampire's throat, and Esky spoke softly.
"I'm an engineering warlock, don't call me as lowly as a wizard."
The deepest part of Wosolun's eyes became colder and colder, as if he had never been interrupted like this in the past hundreds of years.
Moreover, what's wrong with this rat? Engineer? He can't see anything similar to the craftsmen who built fortifications and siege equipment in this rat.
"Okay, Engineer."
The old vampire pretended to have a helpless expression, and his pale and dry eyes narrowed to match this expression.
"I mean, since your spellcasting ability is stronger than mine, of course, you shouldn't waste your energy on me, who is weak."
Wosolun waved his right hand, and the few Lamians who wanted to come in to see what was going on inside and why there was that strange phenomenon appearing in the sky just now moved away in a daze.
Go in the direction here.
The engineering warlock looked at everything in front of him and sneered.
"Do you want to say that all books related to Nagash are not in your hands?"
"Of course."
Wosolan's tone was full of seriousness, but Eski felt an unabashed lie from it - the smell of this lie was seen by Wosolan's magic vision according to Wosolan's will. p>
"Okay, you have your dark little secret, and you're unwilling to hand over those books that belong to you. Then, you should be able to tell me where the damn so-called hidden passages and reading rooms are."
Esky put down the Hell Blade in his hand and inserted it back into his waist. Instead, his hand gathered the same amount of land as before.
"
Also, tell me why it can escape my perception. This is the last request. If you continue to shirk it, I will have no choice but to treat you like before."
Wosolun looked at Eski's threat without any new ideas, but there was obvious ridicule on the dry facial skin.
When the engineer warlock was completely attacked, he waved his hand to signal the engineer warlock not to attack, and then said slowly.
"You should know that the energy of magic can be used by many things, such as ritual magic, special building materials, or even a combination of the two."
A green ripple appeared in front of the engineering warlock, and then an even more violent purple wave appeared in front of the old vampire.
The green energy pierced the old vampire's defense like a dagger. The engineering warlock pinched Wosolun's neck from a dimensional position, but there was no trace of fear in his pale eyes.
"Don't try to sneak attack, there will be no next time."
The engineering warlock's mouth was filled with chills, but the expression in Wosolun's eyes did not change even a little bit.
Wosolun's pale eyes turned and looked at the pale-skinned rat monster in front of him, and his dry voice spoke as if he was educating a junior.
"You are really merciless. If it were me, I would kill anyone who dared to do what I just did."
"How stupid. It seems you are not as bloodthirsty as the rumors in the city say."…
Eski punched the old vampire in the chest, breaking several of his ribs, which were far more fragile than Nagash.
After throwing Wosolun to the ground, Eski stepped on his broken chest and said.
"I really didn't know that in just one day, there were rumors about me in this city."
Aren't you bloodthirsty? After massacring the merchant ships of Cathay, massacring the families of some small nobles, and almost the entire palace, you can still get a not-so-bloodthirsty comment from this old vampire.
This is enough to show how these first-generation vampires behave in this city-state.
Suffering such a serious injury, Wosolun just raised his withered hand, gently opened the pink sole of his chest, and said bluntly and nonchalantly.
"Of course, of course, a wizard like you will leave a lot of rumors wherever he goes."
"But let's get back to the real thing."
As he spoke, an almost imperceptible stream of purple weapon poop entered his body along with the black sticky energy from the earth that had become moist at some point.
Under the power of magic, the originally damaged bones were restored to their original appearance in just a few seconds.
The old vampire patted his body so that the dusty robe turned completely black. He put his bald head in a black hood, then pointed the hood at the engineering warlock, and then said
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"The temple of Neferata is made of a mixture of ritual magic and this kind of isolation material. Especially the reading room, it can make any exploration think that it is an ordinary muddy area."
"This is to prevent us old guys who were born in the same era as her. In a place where magic cannot be used, she can easily kill us."
Having said this, the old vampire lowered his eyes.
"Can't use spells?"
Eski thought about the lockdown he had felt before.
That kind of blockade is only aimed at the wind of magic and the overflowing magic energy. If the energy comes from oneself, or an object like a dimension stone, it will not be restricted by that thing.
Thinking of the special flavor in Wosolun's mana, the engineering warlock raised his eyebrows and asked.
"I see that there is a special smell in your magic power. I remember that it is the smell from the soul. You are not among this person who cannot use magic."
"Of course, of course, wise rat monster, oh no, engineer warlock, you are really discerning."
Wosolun's tone was full of sarcasm towards the engineering warlocks, and he stretched out his words
Claw, motioning to the engineering warlock to let him finish.
"Of course, just like me, everyone has some weird preparations, but even with such preparations, there is no way to survive a few rounds under that woman's hands."
"Although she is just a crazy woman who can't even use weapons perfectly, I bet that as long as her power is limited to mortals, any guard in this city can kill her."
"However, the gift from the gods, I mean the power of immortality with blood, cares for her. No matter what danger she has encountered, this power can always make her turn into good fortune."
Wosolun's pale, dry eyes stared at the ground, lost in memories.
In the past hundreds of years, that woman has not encountered any danger, nor has she been secretly threatened by them, but the woman who is weaker than them no matter how she thinks about it can always kill enemies who are stronger than her.
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"I know this."
The engineering warlock raised his hand again to interrupt him, and the black flax seeds made a buzzing sound, which stopped the old vampire from continuing with a louder sound.
"The birth of vampires involves some ancient gods and a mechanism that is said to be quite great. Vampires are not simply created by Nagash's elixir of life."
"Why, I sent you some information, but you look like you don't believe it?"
Eski looked at the ugly-looking vampire, showing his white fangs, and asked with a smile.