Chapter 521 Blood Snake Brotherhood

In the narrow and dark hiding spot, Oliveira kept using the sword to call out the vampires who were getting too close. This magic weapon with a tearing effect was very practical. At least the dead man who was cut in half couldn't do anything about it in a short time. Activity.

He whistled, and with a relaxed and elegant expression when swinging his sword, it was as if this was the stage for a performance.

"It's really sad that we were deceived by the vampires turned into barbarians."

"I don't deny this statement." Elvis, who is standing side by side with him, may not be able to match him in terms of experience, but as long as the obsidian sword in his hand cuts a wound, the target will bear the power of Sotek's poison.

The power derived from the blood sacrifice of the rats is transformed into the blade. Perhaps this can allow the vampires to feel the damage suffered by Nagash, its true origin.

A fireball flew over Elvis's shoulder, stopping him from making mistakes due to too many enemies.

As the only mage, Althea knew that hand-to-hand combat, apart from creating small gains, could only barely save a little dignity.

She began to recite the advanced spell from the Flame Tower in a low voice, and the silver staff showed twisting ripples. Just when she was about to succeed, her face suddenly turned pale and she almost fainted.

Obviously, the strong wind of death here makes it difficult for Althea to exert her true power. In addition, Kislev is a place where the wind of Aksha is thin. After being countered by the vampire mage, it is somewhat difficult to exert its true power. effect.

After losing the magic support, the two great swordsmen began to find it extremely difficult. Oliveira blocked the enemy who was trying to attack, while Elvis had to pay attention to the life safety of the mage.

After persisting for an unknown length of time, Oliveira felt her arms were a little sore. These vampires had no feedback at all when they cut, just like cutting a piece of rotten meat.

And judging from the intelligence collected before, the attacking vampires seemed to be the lowest level of vampires. Apart from being physically stronger than ordinary people, they didn't seem to have much special features.

Hundreds of pairs of scarlet eyes stared at the three men, and they actually stopped attacking after a brief noise and the sound of a long sword chopping off their heads.

A man who looked familiar to Oliveira suddenly walked out of the darkness. He was tall, with multiple scars on his face, and a large scarlet snake tattoo on his neck that was not covered by the dark plate armor.

"Your Excellency Oliveira, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Oliveira stopped swinging the sword, but did not put it on the ground. He still maintained a vigilant posture.

"Harold, I'm so sorry to see you here. When I heard Mazov talking about the missing people, I thought you died in the wilds of Kislev."

"In a sense, I did die there." The man named Harold nodded lightly. When a blood slave couldn't help but wanted to charge forward, he grabbed his head and arms. Use slight pressure to turn it into a paste.

"It seems that your men have not made you too satisfied." Oliveira shook his finger slightly, signaling Elvis behind him to find the right opportunity to run away. As a bodyguard, he must be prepared to sacrifice, otherwise the prince will not Give yourself high expectations.

Harland shook off the blood in his hand, with a hint of disgust on his face. "I have to say, I miss the days when I was a mercenary. I didn't have to worry about anything except not knowing whether I would be the one who died the next day."

He spread his hands and looked like he wanted to negotiate, "Mr. Oliveira, we all respect you. You have saved the lives of many brothers, including me, so we might as well make a deal that is acceptable to both parties." condition."

In order to delay some time, Oliveira put down the sword held in front of his chest, and there was a hint of curiosity on his face, "Oh, why do you think I will agree to this condition."

"Because the two people behind you are very important, and you will not put them at any risk." Harland took a step forward, with a hint of sincerity in his gray face.

"We all agree that you should not die here. Perhaps the Patriot Army has rejected our move to embrace the kiss of blood, but past experience will not lie. You are a respectable warrior. As long as the three of you are willing to lay down your weapons, Blood Snake The Brotherhood promises that as soon as the war is over, it will let you go without any risks."

Blood Snake Brotherhood... Oliveira sighed. He vaguely knew some of the inside story. During the Snake and Rat Holy War, many people saw the rituals of the Sotigo sect and believed that blood has great power. In the mercenaries An underground organization was established and began to secretly worship the lizard people's gods.

Although he was quickly noticed and stopped by Chief Judith, as long as this kind of thing did not violate military regulations, Caledo actually didn't want to interfere at all.

After heading to Naggaroth in the later period and Lustria being sealed off, the Blood Serpent Brotherhood was basically nowhere to be seen.

"How can I guarantee that what you said is true and valid? As far as I know, Prokin is not a member of the Blood Serpent Brotherhood." Oliveira stopped the somewhat impulsive Elvis. He didn't want to do this, but he was looking at the tomb with his head. The battle here is still stalemate.

If he could exchange his life for the two young men to leave, he would not hesitate to do so, but the reality was that the exits were blocked. Unless some god gave him a blessing, it would be impossible to leave.

Suddenly a deep voice came from behind Elvis, "We never thought that Prokin was a leader. He was just a coward who succumbed to power, especially those who were with him."

Oliveira turned around and saw a gloomy man wearing a leather jacket with long black shawl hair. Like Harland, he had a tattoo of a bloody snake on his neck.

"Dillaf..."

"You are surprised, Mr. Oliveira. After all, when I was sent to the emergency room, there was no visible piece of skin on my body."

"I have to say that I really don't know how to evaluate your composition. A group of vampires who believe in Sotigo is simply more absurd than the appearance of people who believe in the Father of Dragons in Druzili." Oliveira sighed. At the same time, he had been saved by Dettlaff, but the price was that the barbarian's whole body was corroded to death by the warpstone plague from the Xianglu Mountain sneak attack.

It was only then that his perception of Mrs. Kisli changed.

Dettlaff walked up to Oliveira, his eyes like black wings showing a little emotion,

"It is precisely because we have seen the powerlessness of human beings that we want to transform through blood."

He wanted to continue talking, but there were already people who couldn't bear the tedious meeting and wanted to win the target.

A female vampire walked out from Harland, her arrogant look undisguised, her tone full of doubt and irresistibility,

"What are you two waiting for? The mistress is fighting fiercely with the enemy. If you continue to delay, are you waiting for the enemy's reinforcements?"

Dettlaff greeted her out of politeness, "You are such a bitch. You want to let Jacqueline die quickly to take her place, but here you are trying to order us to get out quickly. It's really disgusting." (End of chapter)