Chapter 194 The Immortal Mount

"Now is not the era of the Demon Hunter." A blood race sneered, "I see, even if it's a Demon Hunter, your Human Race Demon Hunter now only dares to hide their whereabouts and secretly perform their duties when night falls. After that, he didn't dare to stay, and fled the scene directly.

Tens of thousands of years ago, when the Demon Hunter knights beheaded our ancestors, they would pick up the corpses, roam the city, and publicize their military power and achievements to all human beings, but they would not be so low-key. "

"The times have changed."

"The glory of the Demon Hunter Knight has disappeared, and it was destroyed by your own hands."

"Speaking of which, your human race is ridiculous!"

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Fighting with the six gold-level paladins were eight dark races, just four blood races and four werewolves. At this time, they taunted each other and engaged in a verbal confrontation. In battle, language is also a very effective way of attacking.

The six paladins and eight gold-level dark creatures fought back and forth, and the villas and manor buildings whose roofs were overturned below were instantly smashed into ruins by the aftermath of the battle.

And what supports these six paladins so brave is the more priests behind them.

Gold-level priests, one or even two people are staring at a paladin, throwing out magical techniques as if they don’t need money, not only blessing the holy knights with augmentation magical techniques, but also launching attacking magical techniques from time to time, interfering with the attacks of vampires and werewolves. Milk the Paladin from time to time.

This kind of battle made the eight werewolf and the blood clan feel aggrieved. Among them, the four grumpy werewolf roared, and one of them fell into a state of madness. The body of the burly werewolf swelled again and became even more Grim.

"So presumptuous, aren't you afraid of attracting the Demon Hunter?" asked the Paladin who had stabbed a blood hole in a gold-level werewolf with a shot.

"I'm too happy to be able to attract it! How can I be afraid?" The werewolf who was poked with a blood hole didn't care, because the golden physique plus the racial blood bonus, this blood hole was visible to the naked eye. Healing, what is really uncomfortable is the power of the Holy Light attached to the wound.

"Idiot!" Hearing the words of the golden werewolf, a vampire who took off his gray robe and wore a shirt similar to a dress couldn't help but scolded in a low voice, the werewolf's words were considered to be the purpose of their appearance, directly shaking exposed.

"You are the bait!" Hearing the werewolf's words and seeing the blood race's reaction, a priest frowned and felt a chill in his heart. He was able to send eight gold-level dark races to be bait voluntarily. higher existence.

Marquis-level vampires, and high-ranking werewolves!

This kind of existence really comes to Varianti. Even the red-clothed archbishop stationed in the temple can only reluctantly fight with the temple's divine formation, and then he needs to ask for help from the temples all over the Baiye Principality and gather a group of red-clothed Archbishop, to expel him.

As for the demon hunter knight who appeared in this city, he seemed to have only gold-level strength, far from growing up. He possessed the average strength of the peak soul power of the knights in the hunter era, reaching a standard that could suppress one side.

The Marquis of Mandoza that he killed, that is, relying on the crooked means of degenerating into a monster, mixed into the soul level, and the gold content is too low. If it is really a marquis-level vampire and a high-rank werewolf, then this Demon Hunter... doesn't seem to be in any danger, and the Church of Dawn has invited a golden dragon to sit here.

"So what if you say it?" Hearing the scolding from the vampire, the werewolf looked back, not paying any attention to the knight's sword poking into his stomach, showing his snow-white wolf teeth at him.

"Do you think the Demon Hunter Knight is a soft bastard like you?" The werewolf who was scolded as an idiot looked at the vampire who had just scolded him with undisguised disgust and contempt. He was slender and slender. His stature and his handsome face would make women jealous.

"I don't know the so-called black-haired native dog!" Hearing the insulting words of the werewolf, the bloodthirsty red glow shot out from the eyes of this neutral-looking vampire, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be more decorative than practical. Cut the werewolf.

And the roaring werewolf who heard such abusive words as a native dog, all deceived their eyes, staring at the vampire angrily, grinning, naked killing intent undisguised.

Seeing that the vampires and werewolves were about to fight, the six paladins who were entangled in melee combat quickly retreated, leaving two dark races with more and more gunpowder to face off there.

"Sigh!" At this moment, the sound of a war horse's cry resounded over the city that was completely shrouded in night.

"This voice!" When the sound of the horse's crowing sounded, the six Paladins and more than ten priests had mixed expressions of surprise and worry on their faces. They had heard this voice last night. Right above the castle of the Marquis of Mendoza.

"Tatata..." The sound of iron hooves on the ground sounded, and then behind a vampire, the space was broken open, and a knight in red gold armor rode a steel warhorse also covered with gold armor, surrounded by scarlet red Fire burst out.

It was revealed in the night sky, and in his hand, a flaming golden sword was swung, and a sword glow with fiery high temperature flew out, and at the same time slashed at the four blood races in front of him.

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!" The moment they heard the sound of the hooves, the four blood races turned into four blood mists without hesitation. They didn't try to see if the Demon Hunter had such a terrifying idea in the legend.

The remains of the soul-level monsters that were dismembered on the ruins of Marquis Mandoza's castle have explained everything.

Therefore, at the moment when the Demon Hunter knight appeared and swung the sword, the four blood races immediately used their bat-turning skills, turned into blood mist, condensed into bats, and fled in all directions, trying to avoid the knight who suddenly appeared and swung the sword. 's edge.

"The Demon Hunter! Roar!" Seeing the sudden appearance of the Demon Hunter riding a golden warhorse, the maddened one of the four werewolves let out an excited roar, then rushed towards the knight riding the warhorse, "I want I ripped you apart."

"Squeak..." Under the sword swung by the demon hunter knight who appeared suddenly, the four mid-level blood races who fled with their bat-turning skills turned into sky-filled bats, and a small half of them were swept away by the sword light on the spot and turned into bats. The blood mist was burned by the scorching sword glow.

After Jianmang cut off a small half of the bat colony, the castration continued, and it landed on the manor that had been beaten to ruins, leaving a flaming sword mark on the ground that was full of potholes.

The bat group screamed "squeak", and then fell not far away and re-formed into four slightly embarrassed vampire figures. The previous elegance no longer existed. The tattered robes and pale complexion looked very embarrassed. .

"How dare you show up."

"You can inform Lord Marquis Andre to start."

"Wait, didn't you notice the way he just appeared?"

"Walking through space."

"He hasn't been promoted to Legend yet, and he's not a mage, so how can he get this ability."

"It's the ability of his mount. I've read the description in the classics. Every demon hunter has an immortal mount. The war horse under his crotch may have existed in the ancient demon hunter era. I have seen relevant pictures."