Aliria narrowed her eyes and looked at the distance between herself and the man in black robes at a very short distance.
She knew that the pale monster on top of the church was the owner of these zombies...
The undead spell is controlling them, causing these zombies to rush and kill unconsciously. Only by killing their controller can this battle be ended.
Thousands of years of hunting career allowed her to judge the distance between herself and the opponent at a glance. At the same time, in such windless conditions, Aliria judged that her bow and arrow could not cause substantial damage to the vampire.
She had a bold idea.
"Celta, Grundy, cover me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Lost Guest jumped out like a light swallow. After cutting down a few zombies, he jumped to the balcony of the house on one side.
The dwarf immediately roared, attracting all the attention of the surrounding zombies to him.
However, the next second, when he saw countless pairs of flashing red ghost eyes staring at him from all directions at the same time, the Iron Breaker couldn't help but feel guilty——
"When I didn't shout..."
He muttered in his mind, but hordes of zombies were already rushing toward him like wolves.
The Iron Breaker Warriors can only hold on to their big shields and attack head on...
On one side, on the street row houses, a slender figure jumped lightly on the undulating roofs. She put away her long bow to facilitate running and jumping.
Apparently, the elf's movements attracted the attention of the vampire on the roof.
He just glanced at this elf with his peripheral vision and knew that this was a difficult character to deal with.
Her speed is so fast, far beyond that of ordinary people, almost the same speed as ordinary vampires. However, she seems to be more agile...
Feeling the strong murderous intent coming from the opponent, the vampire decided to retreat temporarily. He could command these zombies to slowly kill the opponent with their numerical advantage, there was no need to go head-to-head...
However, just as he jumped down from the roof beams to evacuate, the wood elf had already rushed into the church.
In the dilapidated church, pale light shone on the two people, stretching their figures into the darkness.
Under the light beam, there were fine dust floating in the air. The sound of killing in the distance gradually faded away, and only the even and calm breathing of the two people was left in the church.
Just looking at each other, both sides quickly pulled out their respective weapons... Aliria knew how dangerous vampires were. Even the most ordinary vampires were far stronger than the strongest human warriors.
The vampire also felt that the elf in front of him was by no means a mediocre person. He could leave hundreds of zombies behind him in an instant and shuttle freely among the undead army, which ordinary rangers simply could not do.
Feeling the threat from each other, both sides drew their swords and rushed towards each other without saying a word. The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road!
In the dark church, the vampire rushed towards the elf at an extremely fast speed. Like an afterimage, he flashed in front of the wood elf in an instant. He had given up commanding the zombies and instead concentrated on the battle in front of him.
Aliria also went all out. She knew that her companions were fighting bloody battles for her outside the church, blocking the zombie swarm. She had to deal with the zombie leader in front of her as quickly as possible in order to rescue herself and her companions.
In this country ruled by the undead, no living person will come to rescue him.
Both sides went all out, and the two figures passed each other in the air at extremely fast speeds.
There was no roar, no clumsy footsteps, only two flashes of silver light in the air and the faint splash of blood.
The moment Aliria rushed towards the vampire, she quickly lowered her body and attacked with a sliding posture. The moment she passed by, the elf dagger sliced open the vampire's black robe.
Yin Hong's blood spurted out from the vampire's injured shoulder and quickly dyed the entire shoulder red.
The injury made the vampire angry.
He growled low and covered his bleeding shoulder with his left hand, roaring angrily like a wounded beast. At the same time, his blood-red eyeballs were staring closely at the elf ranger in front of him.
Of course, he didn't know that the elf in front of him was no ordinary ranger, but a wanderer who had been hunting in the dark forest for thousands of years. She was even older than a vampire.
Around the center of the field, the two sides began to stalemate. Feeling that the other side was not inferior, neither side dared to take action rashly.
Finally, Aliria, who was racing against time, launched the attack first. The moment the dagger was thrust out, the dust floating in the air seemed to have stopped. Only the flash of silver light was left.
The pupils of the vampire's eyes dilated instantly. He reacted and his heart beat faster.
The moment the elf dagger struck, he dodged sideways, barely avoiding the attack, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand stabbed out.
The sound of breaking through the air sounded behind Aliria.
More than a thousand years of hunting life has given Aliria an almost instinctive dodge reaction.
Her slender body twisted lightly in mid-air, deftly dodging the vampire's backstab again.
In one breath, the two of them had switched places and attacked each other again.
In the dark and dilapidated church, light and shadow intertwined, and the clanging and powerful sound of metal continued to sound. Sparks that were not dazzling were wiped out in the air.
This duel did not last long. Soon, Aliria stabbed the vampire in the thigh with another sword.
The pain made the vampire hiss, and his face was hideous and terrifying, like a bloodthirsty wolf roaring.
However, Aliria just smiled contemptuously, and then killed the opponent again.
There is no nonsense, no chance or time to breathe. Once the war starts, go all out and kill the enemy! This is the creed of the Lost Hunter. For thousands of years, hunters have died under the fangs of wild beasts because of their carelessness.
Countless. Cold determination is often formed after hundreds of bloody baptisms.
The vampire opened his eyes wide and rushed towards the elf.
Anger made all the muscles in his body tremble, his eyes became bloodshot, and his nails stretched out from his pale fingers like daggers.
It wants to tear this elf apart. A vampire can never be defeated by a mortal.
But, this is no ordinary elf...
There was no emotion. Even at the end of the battle, Aliria still calmly raised and lowered her sword, consuming the life of the vampire with each strike.
She did not rush to kill with one move, but kept moving around, looking for opportunities to cut and stab.
The frustrated vampire half-knelt on the church floor, breathing rapidly, and black blood continued to seep from his torn robes, dripping onto the dusty church floor.
It still wanted to struggle and at least ask for this elf's name.
But...it doesn't have time...
A ray of white light flashed across Aliria's cold face.
In the vampire's dilated pupils, the Wood Elf Pathfinder flashed in front of it at an extremely fast speed. The silver dagger was like the scythe of death, and it cut straight through the vampire's soft neck. A large amount of blood spurted out from the cut throat.
out.
The vampire who had sucked human blood in this way countless times was now being bled out in such a tragic way.
But...the killer's coldness always comes so completely and unprepared...
Without even a chance to struggle, the wood elf raised the knife and dropped it. The moment the dagger passed through the vampire's throat, Aliria flipped the blade and stabbed it into the vampire's chest...