Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Jeremyski Zakrydor felt unlucky for a newly appointed Orthodox priest who was not only preaching the teachings of Erson to the people in the countryside around Ohlengrad during the day.

At night, you also need to accompany the patrol team to search, and you often need to be busy for a long time before you get off work.

"Oh, I wish I could become the patriarch soon."

While muttering in his heart, he remembered the good wine he saw in the church during the day, some guests from Kislev brought the best kvass to visit his immediate boss.

It's a pity that I can only find Sebastian to drink some swill in the middle of the night.

While sighing, he walked on the dimly lit street. The masonry pavement reflected dim colors in the dim light. The deserted road looked extraordinarily silent, making the priest, who was still sober, think he was drunk.

I haven't drunk it yet, but I've already entered the state.

After turning a few alleys, Zach Lidor pursed his lips, and his old friend said that he found some good treasures hidden during the great jihad.

After twelve o'clock, it happened to be the holy holiday, so I could get drunk tonight and forget what happened during this time.

Taking out some rusty bronze keys, he carefully pushed open the wooden door. The sound of running water from the room made him swallow. It seemed that these old ruffians had already drunk it first.

But in an instant, this joy turned into fear. In the narrow front hall, several elegant "men" in black robes held goblets, waiting for the thin metal tube in the throat of the prey to slowly flow out the slurry.

A few friends he was familiar with were lying on the wooden table peacefully, with their right hands placed at the root of their throats and kept squeezing upwards to make the slurry flow out a little faster.

This reminded the pastor of the pastures he saw in the countryside. Those herdsmen squeezed the cows in the same way to let the nutrients flow into the barrels.

The pastor showed a polite and awkward smile, and met the curious eyes of several elegant men, "Good night, dear gentlemen, I hope I have not disturbed your elegance."

"Of course not. If you are willing to join the banquet, it might make us happier." The pale, long-haired man in the lead took a sip of the alcohol-flavored blood, which was mellow and wild. Those who want to go after the pure and pure virgin blood.

The blood of the von Carstein family can accommodate any taste, because charm and elegance are engraved in the family, this quality is the symbol of a noble person, accepting everything, whether it is beautiful or ugly.

"I don't need it anymore. I hope you gentlemen can enjoy a good night. Holy Sabbath is not suitable for action." The pastor slowly backed away, with cold sweat on his forehead, to participate in the banquet?Maybe lying on the ground is also a way to participate.

After closing the door, he began to mobilize the fastest speed in his life to leave, but when he turned around, he bumped into a hard object.

He raised his head full of fear, fearing that the vampire did not want to let go of a fresh blood bank, but what caught his eyes was not a pale complexion, but a pair of eyes full of coldness.

"It's really disappointing, Pastor Zach Lidor, I didn't expect a clergyman who vowed to destroy the darkness to turn into such a fearful appearance."

"Hey, Laskoll..." The pastor's eyes showed the color of encountering a savior. The non-commissioned officer was already very famous in Erengrad, and he had been fighting for the interests of the retired mercenaries through various legal channels for a month.

Whether it is the Orthodox Church or the city hall, this sergeant has searched all over, as long as there is a little possibility, he will not let go of any interest.

Laskoll didn't answer him, he picked up his collar with one hand like he was holding a chicken, and threw him into the room.

"Dear midnight dignitaries, I'm sorry that you have done a stupid thing. Sebastian is an old man I knew, and he is dead now. Should I ask you for some interest?"

The sound of footsteps came gradually and orderly. Judging from the sound and vibration frequency, there were at least twenty people outside.

And Lasker stepped into the room full of vampires against the darkness, looked at the man who was still pretending to be elegant, stretched out his hands and began to applaud,
"Elegant, really elegant, if people who don't know you think you are a group of nobles."

Von Carstein put down the goblet and turned his gaze to the door. The vampire's dark vision allowed him to see the strong man not far away even in the absence of light.

"Raskol, I've heard of you. You should take Misha's eagle to become a watchdog of the elves, instead of participating in a game where no bastards should appear."

"Wow~, this is really a rather miraculous sentence. What caused a group of imperial vampires to come to Kislev, trample our land, and kill the children of our motherland? Is it the power given to you by the female tsar?" Lasko Er turned his eyes and looked at the vampires in the room, four men and two women, without a trace of fear in his face.

"No, it's our innate nobility." Castan showed a touch of pride because of his blood, and raised his palm slightly. Before he knew it, several scarlet beams of the wind of death were about to shoot out.

But someone was faster than him, the loud noise of a round of gunpowder was heard, and a blood hole the size of a thumb appeared in the blood-born's palm.

He looked at the person at the door in disbelief. The reaction speed of a human was actually faster than that of the Son of Night!

"It's a pity. Originally, I wanted to send you to the cathedral in Nunnland, or the Silver Hammer Knights in Ostland according to the laws of the empire. After all, you may have been human before, but this seems unreasonable, after all. Whether a vampire is a human or not is hard to judge based on my knowledge." Laskall said with a relaxed tone, aiming the pistol at the vampire's head.

"So let's make a definition. It is an intermediate state between humans and beasts. Just like the beast man, it is a kind of animal that can walk upright. Since it is an animal, even if it belongs to the empire, it may die in Kislev. no problem."

"You succeeded in angering me, mortal! How dare you challenge the dignity of the bloodborn of Carstein without the help of elves." The bloodborn put down his palm, and the blood hole that had appeared was healed with the effect of the wind of death.

"It's a pity, the so-called Carstein's descendants are just a group of blood-sucking bugs lying in the mud in my eyes, why can't the empire even wipe out a group of vampires?" Lasker's tone was sarcasm, and he was deeply impressed by the true biography of the stinky prince. .

It dawned on him, "Oh, I see, the Imperials like to walk with their heads down so as not to miss the gold on the ground, and you bugs like to lie on their necks so as not to lose every drop of blood. One likes money, one likes blood, It's a really good match."

The moment before he fired the silver bullet, his gaze became cold, "You mean it? A moth lying on humans and sucking blood." (End of this chapter)