"You go back first, you have no part in the fighting here..."
Suspended above the dark and lightless night sky, Spara threw a few words and plunged down into the sky.
The cold night wind passed quickly against the smooth body, and the short and soft down on the body danced rapidly. The vampire bat transformed by Spara disappeared without a trace after a few turns in mid-air, and could never be found again.
To her destination.
Villya suddenly felt a chill and hurriedly flapped her bat wings and turned around and flew into the distance.
The fighting in the manor continues.
The vampires who came to attack were obviously at a disadvantage and were fighting and retreating. Their team had been broken up in the dark night, and they were rushing around the manor, spreading their poison to every corner of the manor.
Six wizards wearing the crest of the Denel family were driving the witch beasts to hunt down a team of vampires. When they passed by a tall ancient tree, a white and tender arm stretched out from the darkness and grabbed it.
The last wizard pulled behind the ancient tree.
Because of her swift and colorless movements, the other wizards who were concentrating on chasing the prey did not lose a companion beside her.
In the shadow of the ancient tree, before the captured wizard could realize what he was doing, a slender figure approached him, and two sharp, hollow blood-sucking fangs pierced his neck.
After a while, the wizard Ralph stopped trembling and stood firm again.
"Go to the three-story building and take me to find that Anne Tol!" Sparra ordered softly, then turned into a little vampire bat again and pounced on Ralph, and skillfully got into his sleeves.
Inside.
"Yes!" Ralph replied respectfully.
When he stepped out from the shadow of the ancient tree, his head was raised. Through the dim light, he could vaguely see that his eyes were red and his face was extremely pale.
He turned over the collar of his robe to cover the small wound on his neck, then turned around and walked towards the three-story building without hesitation.
Even in the midst of a fierce battle, the vigilance around the small building still did not relax at all.
A strange team of wizards wearing standard white armor were guarding the small building. They were male and female, and their age spans were different, but each of them had a strange logo of Wushan on their left shoulder clothes.
It's just a big black mountain shrouded in white mist... The shape is very strange. Even with Spara's knowledge, he has never seen such a logo before.
"This is the logo of Marilyn Mona's Dream Garden Troop. They belong to the wizard army directly under Mona. I don't know what kind of strange abilities they have..." He walked up to the wizards guarding the door with his head raised.
In front of him, Ralph was communicating with Sparra, who was hiding in his arms, using a special spiritual connection.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" A male wizard stood up and blocked Ralph. His vigilance did not relax even a little bit because the other party was one of his own.
"I am Ralph from the Seventh Wizard Team. I have extremely important information that I need to report to Lady Mona immediately. Please pass it on!"
"At this time..." The male wizard hesitated for a moment and said: "At this time, Ms. Meng Na must still be in deep meditation and will not see anyone easily! If you have any information or items, please leave them to us!
"
"Our captain asked me to return. This information is very important and must be handed over to Lady Mona!"
It seemed that Ralph's determination forced the male wizard to make a concession.
He turned around and ordered: "Asuna, take him to the guest room on the first floor to wait. If the master wakes up, pass the news up as soon as possible!"
"Yes!" A girl wearing leather armor boots and short brown hair nodded in agreement, leading Ralph into the small building.
As soon as he entered the small building, Ralph could clearly feel as if he had just passed through a transparent light film, and there was a completely different atmosphere inside and outside the building.
Facing the door is a wide and old wooden staircase that leads directly to the second floor. On the left and right sides are a dining room and a small reception room, and at the corner are some cabins for servants to rest.
The second and third floors have been occupied by Ms. Mona, and all the middle and low-level wizards can only succumb to the servant room on the first floor. No wizard dares to complain about such 'unfair' treatment.
sentence.
"Follow me! You can't take a single step here, otherwise it is very likely to trigger the witchcraft ban set up. Once it disturbs Lady Mona's meditation, you and I can't bear the consequences..." The short-haired man
The girl was quite enthusiastic and led Ralph to the left side of the first floor.
"You hang on to this little guy, I'll go to the second floor to take a look!" Spara used the mental connection to briefly explain a few words to Ralph, then quietly climbed out of his robe and transformed into a man.
A strange mouse with black hair and red eyes gently slipped up the stairs leading to the second floor.
Spara, who was born in the plane of Faen, was once a young and beautiful elf. Her profession was a druid, a weird profession that is good at animal transformation. After being transformed into a blood elf by Mary, she was brought back to the wizarding world.
, growing step by step into the current 'shapeshifter'.
And she is also the only special individual among all druids who has not lost her original professional skills after being transformed by the blood elves. However, the wild transformation of the druid and the blood-sucking ability of the blood elves are not so compatible.
, so it is particularly difficult to improve her combat power.
The red-eyed mouse transformed by Spara quickly climbed up the stairs, dodging places with a slight magical atmosphere emanating from everywhere, and avoiding strange witchcraft runes. It soon reached the second floor.
entrance.
Without hesitation, Spara turned to the corridor on the right and crawled towards the corridor along the red-painted wooden floor. As it crawled, the hair on its body also showed pseudo-color like a chameleon. In addition,
Due to its tiny size, the chance of an enemy detecting it is extremely low.
There are five rooms scattered in the corridor on the right, and at the door of one of the rooms lies an extremely large multi-eyed monster, guarding it meticulously.
Multi-eyed monsters are a kind of witchcraft created by wizards based on beholders. They have a fleshy, short and fat body, with more than a dozen fleshy tentacles as thick as arms extending from the top of the body, and the ends of the tentacles are open.
One by one, strange eyes.
Like beholders, they can also shoot out multi-attribute magic rays and strange curse halos from more than a dozen eye stalks. Moreover, the surface of their eye stalks is also covered with a layer of fine scales, which is tough and tough.
It is inflexible and can be used as a long whip in close combat.
The only drawback of this kind of wizard beast is probably that its legs and feet are too short and its movement speed is extremely slow. Therefore, most wizards use them as fixed-point guard dogs.
At this time, this multi-eyed monster was lying on the floor and resting boredly. Only three of the twelve eye stalks on the top of its body were raised high, and it was constantly scanning the entire corridor. The rest were drooped.
A listless look.
In the wooden door behind it, two groups of life breaths that are not strong can be vaguely sensed. One of them is an ordinary person, and the other has elemental fluctuations on his body, and seems to be a low-level wizard.
After all, this is not a wizard's tower, and the wooden door is just an ordinary wooden door, which has no function of isolating outside perception. Otherwise, Spala could not have sensed the information in the room so easily.
This is probably where Antonel was imprisoned!
Spara did not dare to approach the multi-eyed monster.
She knows very well that the eyeballs at the end of this multi-eyed strange eye stalk also have the ability to see through invisibility and elemental perception. Fortunately, she uses transformation and color mimicry, which will not produce additional magic fluctuations. Otherwise, stepping into
The other party will probably sense it the moment he enters the corridor.
Spara huddled on the recessed stone wall in the corner of the corridor, using the shadow to cover his body, and began to carefully exude a special aura.
Ambition calls!
This is a druid's unique ability to summon animals.
However, most druids use it to summon animal companions, but Spara is unique in using it to lure small animals.
A moment later, a strange rustling sound suddenly came from another dark corner of the corridor.
A little mouse with a pointed beard poked out its nose from the darkness, gently sniffing something in the air. And its appearance naturally attracted the attention of the multi-eyed monster.
Spara can use transformation and color mimicry to cover his body and eliminate his breath, but this ordinary mouse has no such ability. And its movement, no matter how small, is like darkness in front of the multi-eyed monster with super strength.
The sun is so bright.
The few eye stalks hanging on the sides could not help but slowly rise, and the originally tall eye stalks turned around and stared at the little guy who was hesitating between darkness and light.
Although it smelled the strange call that made it extremely restless, the gray-skinned mouse could also sense the dangerous aura outside the darkness that made it extremely fearful.
Ever since a group of strange humans entered this small building, all the gray-skinned rats hid in their nests in fear, not daring to come out for food or activities. This pain has lasted for 7 days, and
They are all hungry, but still dare not step out of the nest.
They can sense that the outside is filled with the terrifying aura of death, and their strong sense of danger suppresses their instinctive impulses, which allows them to survive to this day.
But now, when that strange power of inspiration appeared, the gray-skinned rat finally couldn't bear it any longer. It quietly left the nest and came to this once-familiar activity space. As long as it took another step forward, it would
He left the darkness and entered the dim candlelight.
And right here, it hesitated, it hesitated...
One kick means life, the other means death. Its poor IQ obviously cannot think about such complex feelings.
Finally, unable to restrain his inner restlessness, the gray-skinned mouse rushed out of the shadow! (To be continued)