Chapter 1123 It’s Time to Kill Rats Again

Facing Abrash's action of drawing his sword, Draknir waved his hand to express that he did not want to fight here.

"As I said, Caledo welcomes your visit. I believe Masnow and Damian can give you a satisfactory answer, but not now.

The Lord of the Dead is a greater threat than a battle that can start at any time. "

Abrash was noncommittal and turned his attention to Vlad. His agreement with the vampire count was to fight Dracnir first.

Vlad fully demonstrated his personal charm, "I don't mind watching this battle as an audience, but you two don't want to have an honorable battle under the siege of the rat men."

There was no need for Carstein to say anything. Draknir and Ablash had already noticed the creaking sounds of the cliffs on both sides. Those eyes, glowing scarlet in the night, were staring at the three "people" in the canyon with awe and longing. ".

"It's really troublesome..." Draknir drew out his sword and showed with his actions that he wanted to deal with the rat men first.

He stared at the rock wall inlaid with towering statues and asked suddenly,

"If I fill this valley with magic, how will Settra react?"

Without hesitation, Vlad realized that near Red Cloud Mountain was the Canyon of the Kings, which was an extremely sacred landmark in Nehekhara. Even the Ratmen did not dare to touch these statues that symbolized royal power.

"He will organize an unprecedented shining army and drive the Pyramid Ark to expedition to Caledor."

"interesting……"

Draconir's sword began to shine with golden light, and a wind of fire as fierce as the dragon's breath spewed out toward the valley.

Not to be outdone, Vlad squeezed his left hand, the wind of death moved with the count's will, and strange green flames swept around.

The rats who died under the sword of Ablash, under the command of the earl, once again raised their spears and shields to serve their eternal master.

As for Ablash, it seems very simple. He is looking for the Stormvermin, the largest of the rats.

The meaning of the mage is to clear the field. Although the three people present are all strong men who are proficient in magic, the ancestor of the blood dragon prefers to use swords to solve problems. Beheading is the way of a warrior.

Three peerless strong men rushed out and raised their best butcher knives towards the rats.

Drachnir's flame magic was a natural disaster. When the meteor-like fire rain fell from the sky, the rats quickly regretted leaving the dark and narrow tunnel.

Amidst the piles of burning bonfires and the scorching smell, Vlad, who was working on the corpse, frowned.

He suddenly disliked this Prince of Caledor. Generally speaking, flame spells would only turn the victim's skin and flesh to ashes. After being burned at high temperatures, a pile of usable bones would still be left.

But Drachnir's flames were so unreasonably powerful that they burned them to ashes along with the rat bones.

This deprived him of his best resource - corpses.

The extremely rich wind of fire washed over the entire Imperial Canyon. Because the mountain could not withstand the high temperature brought by Prince Caledor's magic, large rocks began to slide from the top, smashing the undead rats pulled up by Vlad into pieces.

The strong hot breath made Vlad subconsciously touch his nose, feeling that his tall nose would fall down at some point.

He looked back at Prince Caledor and spoke loudly.

"Dracnir... you are even more disgusting than your father. Let's find another solution."

"You're not human, so there's no need to care what you say."

Drachnir, whose long blond hair had turned into flames, did not change his use of magic as requested by the vampire count. He was proficient in the eight styles of magic, even the most obscure and advanced magic.

But his love for the flames comes from his true heart. Only in the flames can he see hope.

Rain of fire, beacons, explosions, impacts... a series of dazzling magics only made Vlad stop casting spells. In theory, the battlefield is the best environment for vampires. As long as there are enough dead people, the wind of death will become extremely Abundant.

But Prince Caledor's actions filled the entire Kings Canyon with a wind of fire as thick as mist, making it difficult for the resurrected skeletal zombies to even move normally.

The barbecue feast lasted for a long time, until Ablash returned with a cold face and a long sword without blood.

The Blood Dragon Ancestor looked dissatisfied and pointed at Drachnir, "You should learn to properly restrain your spells."

"Why."

"Because I haven't found a ratman worth killing."

Draknir shrugged and sheathed his long sword. He blamed his teammates for being slow in grabbing monsters. This vampire class is really bad.

After dispersing the magical wind that controlled the corpse, Vlad motioned for the two of them to stop arguing for the time being, "Let's leave first. There will be too much noise, and Khalida may discover the situation in the Canyon of the Kings."

"Khalida..." Ablash nodded silently, barely holding back some of his anger. He had some respect for this queen. Even if he turned into a vampire, he could still remember the heroic appearance of this warrior queen and her devotion to God. .

Leaving quickly towards the east, Draconir thought of something in a daze.

"How should Laemia be solved? Don't tell me, you can't control the vampires that are entrenched there."

This time, it seems that the weakness of the two ancestors of vampires has been completely revealed.

Ablash, as a warrior, remained silent, which left Vlad to explain.

"Neferata is controlling Lahmia from behind. I told her to jointly attack Nagashzar... but the prerequisite is that Caledor leaves Dragonblight."

"I think she doesn't want to do anything to Arkhan."

"Maybe so, but Lahmia will not be an obstacle to us in the short term..."

"It's hard to understand. I don't understand the twisted relationship between you vampires. Even though Neferata is a queen, she eventually became a conspirator hiding in the dark.

Both of you are strong and courageous enough to overshadow the Blood Queen."

The two silent vampires made Draknir feel a little bored, and he waved his hand to end the topic.

"I don't care about the relationship between your blood ancestors, but Lahmia's position is very important. Suppose Arkhan flees to the south, Neferata sends someone to pick him up..."

Before he finished speaking, Aboraash spoke.

"When did the arrogant Elf Kingdom Caledor lack confidence?"

"No, I never lack confidence, but confidence does not mean blindness... I will dispatch a lizardman army from the Southland Forest to surround Lahmia and ensure that Neferata cannot interfere with Arkhan's actions.

I am an assistant, which does not mean I can see the loopholes in this plan."

Vlad's eyebrows jumped. Prince Caledor was saying that there was a problem with his plan.

The Earl snorted coldly, "You can act according to your own ideas, but the plan to intercept Arkhan cannot go wrong."