Chapter 489 Feeling Fear

Of course, whether or not to escape in the end must be decided after seeing the actual situation. If the monster does not have that strength, but dares to break into his territory at will, then he can also let the monster see what is wrong. The fear of the vampire lord...

Bang! ! !

The moment Kazadol closed his left eye and tried to use the vision of his left eye to connect to the flying bat eyes in the outside world, a skull wearing a steel helmet suddenly shot out from the corner of the corridor!

After hitting the wall many times, the skull's head finally spun and stopped at Cazador's feet. Gordy barely maintained a trace of the soul fire in his head that had not dissipated, and tried his best to tremble and bite. After gritting his teeth, it finally completely disappeared.

Realizing that something was wrong, Cazador immediately wanted to remove the connection with the external eyeliner, but before the connection was completely dissipated, Cazador still saw the tragedy of the outside world through the eyes of the bat.

From the moment there was a loud bang at the castle gate, to Gordy crawling up to him, and finally being thrown out by him, notifying the slaves outside to withdraw, how much time did it take?

One minute? Two minutes? It can't take more than three minutes at most! In less than three minutes, the hunting team of 67 werewolves kept in captivity by the Zaer family had been completely wiped out. In Kazador's startling glance, the only one that caught his sight was Broken limbs were scattered throughout the courtyard.

Kazador couldn't believe his eyes, that was the strength of an entire small tribe! A total of 67 elite werewolves! Possessing strong resilience, a strong fighting spirit, and under Cazador's training, he succumbed to his fear, and thus had a fighting will that was not afraid of death. He was a powerful species far beyond ordinary mortals!

But so much quantity! Such a strong physical fitness! Such a vicious creature! When facing the unknown intruder, he died so simply! neat! And it barely made much noise!

This is incredible! Even when the butchers in the market kill pigs, the pigs will howl a few times before they die, but those werewolves are like mutes, standing there, silently waiting for the enemy's butcher knife or sharp claws to kill them. Tear them into pieces one by one!

What is that monster? ! What kind of monster could do this? ! Is he already here? ! Not a particularly huge creature, but a dark nightmare that can stand in the corridor as lightly as a humanoid creature, silently extending its claws in the shadows? !

Kazador didn't know, because the bat's eyes only saw stumps and broken arms, but these doubts would be answered immediately, because at the corner of the corridor, Kazador had already heard the monster's steps!

Bang - bang, one step, one step, so neat, so relaxed and comfortable, so...arrogant!

"You... are so brave! What kind of madman are you? You dare to challenge me so unscrupulously! Provoke the great! Kazado..."

Bang--

Kazador was stunned when he spoke, because in the dark corner, he finally saw the true form of the intruder.

A tall, strong and handsome devil, carrying a huge ax that can cut a person in half in one hand, and playing with a section of a werewolf's claw in the other hand, exuding some kind of inhuman aura, a kind of unworthy Called a deadly threat, one far more powerful than imagined!

When he completely stepped out of the shadows, and from his indifferent glance, Cazador felt his own insignificance for the first time in a long time.

Even though the wings behind the demonic figure have been folded, Kazador can still feel the unparalleled weight and breadth from that figure.

He also saw some mottled blood sticking to his weapon and the iron boots under his feet. When the demonic figure stepped into Kazador's field of vision, he felt an emotion that had not appeared in his heart for a hundred years. , so naturally, appeared in Kazador's mind.

And that emotion comes from the heart, from the bones - fear.

The moment he saw him, Cazador seemed to have returned to a day more than 200 years ago. At that time, he was still a pitiful and pathetic spawn, weak and helpless, and could only succumb to his own indifference and ruthlessness. The master, because his master is strong enough.

Of course, the figure in front of him was not even remotely similar to his former master, but there was a rather amazing thing in common between the two, which was that Cazador felt that overwhelming fear again after more than 200 years!

"Wait - it's you!"

Kazador's eyes widened at once, and he recognized who the person in front of him was! That’s right, you can’t go wrong! Such a striking appearance! In today's Baldur's Gate, there is only one person who meets this condition!

But how could he appear here so suddenly! How could it happen so suddenly...

"...It's really surprising that I found it so easily. My hometown is obviously very well hidden, so I thought it would be difficult to find you after entering. But I didn't expect that I found the main target so easily."

Nohill sighed casually, and then threw away the wolf claw in his left hand. Due to his personal abilities, he was very curious about lycanthropy patients such as werewolves, but he couldn't learn anything from such a dead wolf claw.

It's a pity that they killed so quickly that they didn't even leave a single person alive. We can only see if there are any left in this castle.

"But forget it. Research can be done anytime, but if you miss the chance to kill a vampire, you don't know when you will have the chance to do it next time!"

Noshier raised the axe on his shoulder with one hand, and pointed it straight at Kazador in front of him.

"If you have any last words, just say them. Although I won't listen or remember them, if you die too quickly, you won't feel involved, right, Kazador?"

Kazador's left eyelid twitched several times. He hadn't experienced such a blatant humiliation for 200 years.

Noshier's light words miraculously suppressed his inexplicable fear, and also successfully aroused his anger, but he didn't fight blindly.

What did this guy want to talk about? That was just right. He had a lot of questions in his stomach waiting for this guy to answer.

"How rude... But the strong always have privileges. Your reputation and strength are indeed enough for me to ignore your previous offense... But just this once, I won't do it again..."

"Who do you think you are?!"

Noshier swung the axe in his hand in a huge arc! The surrounding walls were smashed into pieces like foam, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull out a big smile! Then he rushed straight over!