Chapter 356: Dog Shit Stinks, Please Stay Away!

Chapter 356: Dog shit stinks, please stay away!

In a magnificent mansion, the night elf looked at the two pale "human" men in front of him, whose sharp canine teeth could be seen when he opened his mouth, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"What do you mean? Buy one, get one free?" The night elf glanced at the middle-aged man playing with an exquisite clock not far away, "Don't you hate developing vampires? Moss Lot, should I help you develop it? Yes, how come there’s one more person on the trip?”

The vampire man glanced at him sideways, curled his lips and said, "What I hate is not the vampires, but the trash who pretends to be nothing."

"This man is different. From him, I smell the scent of many different types of women. Although there are some disgusting and pungent smells, most of them are pretty good. There is actually a lot of virgin scent in it. For this Naturally, I won't reject him as a person of the same kind. Moreover, there seems to be a curse on him, a curse that can swallow up the vitality, which can be resolved through the blood of our blood family. For the sake of his hard pleas, I will grant him."

really! You vampire bastards are not good people, and all you like are a bunch of bad guys.

Moss Lott is at least a descendant of one of the best businessmen in Drake City and is well-informed, but what can this rotten man do?

"This clock looks a little familiar. I seem to have seen one like this in Moss Lot's house before." The night elf's heart moved and he glanced into his storage ring. Eh~, it's gone. !

Moss Lott's face twitched slightly, "Sir, when and where did you see this clock?"

Stellan, who kept clenching and unclenching his fists next to him, heard this and said directly: "No need to guess. When I first came to Drake City, my brother Reyls sent someone to send this clock back. I wanted to scare you. I would come back to me in the middle of the night, but I didn’t expect that this cursed thing would fall into the hands of the Lord.”

"A cursed object? Is this an extraordinary item?" The night elf suddenly became interested, "A cursed object with spatial attributes, tsk tsk, it must be not easy to hide it from my eyes."

Moss Lot curled his lips and snorted disdainfully: "A very difficult-to-treat waste cursed object has almost no effect on advanced aliens. It would also take a month to kill ordinary people. There are many things that can prolong life, but other than the difficulty of being indestructible, they are not worth mentioning. "

Then the general function of this item was explained in detail.

"This cursed object can only curse one person at a time.

It cannot be used again until this person dies. The current target of its curse is the trash in front of you. The next person is me, and then the two adults. "Mos Lot's words made the vampire man and the night elf look at each other and smile. They are indeed trash, but is curse a problem for hell creatures?

"The extraordinary civilization of your world is very backward. A small curse of this degree can be easily lifted." The night elf waved his hand indifferently.

The vampire man looked carefully at the Bell of Withered Flowers in his hand, no! It should be the time when the flowers are in full bloom. After he adopted Stellan as his blood descendant, he quickly regained his youth with the help of his own essence and blood, and this clock gradually regained its appearance of the flowers in full bloom under his nose. Make him like it very much.

"A magic weapon nourished by vitality can bloom into such gorgeous flowers. Indeed, only such a work of art can be worthy of our great vampires."

The vampire man glanced at Stellan and Moss Lot: "I will help you lift your curse later, so you don't have to worry about it in the future. Tsk tsk, long ears, I found that these things are good for dealing with that group of humans. Weapons."

The night elf was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have been using his own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths. He could not defeat so many of them in a head-on confrontation, but what about the curse? What are hell creatures best at? Isn’t it just all kinds of extraordinary means?

"Do you have any idea?"

"Advanced masters have little influence, what about those who are not advanced?" The vampire man smiled slightly and held up the Bell of Blooming Flowers. "There is no need to think about Lady Rose, but that little guy at the senior knight level can. Try it.”

"Senior knight? Will Declan be a senior knight?" Stellan, who was originally complacent about becoming a senior warrior, couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard the vampire man's words: "He seems to be less than fifteen years old, right?"

"Don't you know? He is not only a high-level knight, but also a senior high-level knight. He is much better than your good-for-nothing brother." The night elves still have a higher regard for those who have plotted against them. After all, promoting the enemy is also a disguised form. Lift yourself up.

If you belittle the enemy, then what does it mean to be plotted and defeated? Isn’t it worse than waste?

"Will Declan, or the scholar of the House of Everything, is a very knowledgeable person. He is also very cautious. He knows more about the Bell of Blooming Flowers than the average person. All the information I have received before is from him. Provided. There is no possibility of using this cursed object against him." A period of imprisonment made Moss Lott calm down a lot, and his hatred for Little Will became even stronger.

"But there are many people around him who don't know about this item, such as..."

Rails almost went crazy. Moss Lott disappeared. Also missing was his brother Stellan. The soldier responsible for protecting his brother and guarding Moss Lott died.

"Are you stupid? There is a special sense between vampires, especially between pure vampires and vampire descendants. You, you dare to imprison a vampire by your side?" The Knight of Wall Temple pointed at Reyles and almost couldn't help but want to slap him.

"No! I must find my brother!" Reyles' eyes were bloodshot, and he tried hard not to let his tears flow down.

"Hehe, no one helped before, and it was difficult for the night elves and vampires to hide, so we found them frequently. Now that we have the help of Moss Rot, the local snake, you still want to accurately locate him? Forget it." The Knight of Wall Temple looked at the traces on the ground and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head: "You are really cautious. You didn't leak any power. You only used ordinary weapons."

"Brother, help me!" Reyles grabbed Wall's hand tightly and refused to let go: "The only person I can ask for help in Drake City is you, my brother."

"How do you want me to help you?" The Knight of Wall Temple asked back.

"I am a Temple Knight, and I have an obligation to fight against the demons of Hell. As long as you can find the traces of the demons of Hell and confirm that they will not escape, I will immediately help you to gather a team of three to five hundred professionals. But can you find their exact location?"

"I can't, but there is someone who can." Rails stood up suddenly, but was slapped down from behind by the Temple Knight of Wall: "Who are you going to ask for help? In what name? What price do you pay to ask for help?"

"Star Mountain Wizard, Drake City Guardian Wizard, Master of Astrology, I only have one life, which is more valuable." Rails got up and stared at his senior brother with a sharp eye.

"Is your life more important than the safety of the entire Drake City and the safety of the Drake family? Rells, don't feel too good about yourself. To them, your life is not valuable. It is not worth their efforts and even risking their lives for you."

Wall sighed helplessly: "Star Mountain Wizard can't focus on this kind of thing now. He is the main force against the Hell Demon Night Elves. Every bit of strength is precious."

"I~" Rells punched a hole in the ground with a fierce punch, and his fist was full of blood.

What did I do?

My intelligence and wisdom are so unbearable when encountering absolute strength?

It turns out that I am just a chess piece, a chess piece used to deal with a little boy. The purpose of that person is most likely to attract my teacher to take action.

I am the truly naive one. I once naively thought that the other party just wanted to use my hand, but I didn't expect that the other party wanted to use my identity and the encounter I was about to face.

"Kendall family, I have news about Ido Kendall and his conspiracy. Can I get their help?" Rails gritted his teeth and tried to grab the last straw.

"Rails, don't think that others are fools. Those who think so are real fools. Both little Will and Lady Jasmine knew from the beginning that you were sent by the former Kendall clan leader, so they wanted to avoid you as much as possible. You have no position to get their help because you have never been their friend." The words of the Knight of Wall Temple made Rails stunned for a moment. Putting aside his own position and putting himself in the other person's shoes, is there any value in his help?

No! Just ignore everything related to the former Viscount Kendall. This is the best way to deal with it.

The dog shit stinks, please stay away! And I just belong to this type.