Chapter 464 Chapter 463. Buried!
"Let's talk about something else."
Lan threw another piece of firewood into the fire.
"Dettlaff, are you summoning these blood-sucking creatures in the mountains?"
The black-haired vampire nodded silently.
"Yes, this is my ability. I admit that I deserve to be punished, but being chopped into pieces and then imprisoned for a hundred years, I think this is enough. So I began to work for my own freedom."
"Fortunately, time is on my side. More than a hundred years have passed, and Anahad's arrangement has gradually collapsed. Those ritual instruments that channeled the power of the mountains are under constant impact day and night, so they will be longer than normal placement. It is about to decay, so my power can be transmitted. Without you, I estimate that I will gather enough blood-sucking creatures to destroy the cell in three years, and then leave on my own."
"Please don't get me wrong. This does not affect my gratitude to you."
"But what makes me wonder is that you never seem to come to maintain the cell where I am detained."
Dillaf recounted calmly. In the cell where he had been imprisoned for a long time, his calmness was admirable.
Gede was now somewhat accustomed to the two high-level vampires around him, he sneered.
"Maintaining your cell? Ha!"
"The place where you are held has spent hundreds of years. If you want to maintain the facility, this responsibility must be passed down for generations. But we bear No one in the school wants to take on responsibilities that are not beneficial to them. Do you think that if Anahad says something, his apprentices will remember it and follow it on time? You are just kidding! It seems like the master-disciple relationship is nothing to a group of popsicles. Like something important?”
“Maybe even the news about the existence of your cell only exists in the old papers of our school.”
Emotionless. Without the constraints of ties and systems, there is no organization, and it is impossible to complete the long-term and complex work that only organizations can complete.
The disbandment of the Bear School made perfect sense in every sense of the word.
"Well, now that the blood-sucking creatures gathered on the mountain have sorted out their clues, this commission from the dwarves has been completed."
Under the swaying shadow of the fire, Lan En concluded the conversation.
"Tomorrow morning, Regis and Dettlaff, you have to help us leave some bluffing traces in the cell to prove that we have indeed killed the target. You higher vampires should know better what to show. Formation."
"Then I will bring Lance Ziva over to take a look, and you two will take the oath, and that's it."
Lan En clapped his hands and ended the conversation.
He and Gerd each lay down to sleep, while Dettlaff seemed to be still enjoying his first night after regaining his freedom.
He looked up at the stars and remained motionless, while Regis stayed with him.
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The next day.
"So. You really killed that thing!"
Lens Ziva stood in the mountain nest, with about forty short iron pillars beside him, all of them wearing shiny clothes. Heavy armor, as well as axes, war hammers, and crossbows.
But even so, after seeing the detention measures constructed by Anahad, the dwarf elder still held his beard braided into three strands and gasped.
“Oh my God!”
This dwarf elder, who is calm and calm enough to chat with the traditional bear school, now feels unconscious every time he passes by the corpse of a blood-sucking creature. murmured.
There are about thirty vampire creatures, each of them is as tall as at least two dwarves!
And their strength is enough to penetrate their dwarf armor in one go!
Move like the wind, with the ability to be invisible or teleport!
Thirties! If people like them were hit by these things, not even a single intact bone would be left!
Even if a full guard force of several hundred people at Fort Hayne were equipped with these things, he didn't dare to imagine what kind of miserable situation they could cause.
As the number of these things piles up, the degree of difficulty in dealing with them increases exponentially.
Now, Lance Ziva actually found that he had some respect for these two young bear cubs.
"The body of that thing is in the bottom of the mine, over there." Lan En stood on the hillside and pointed downwards, but before he could finish, the dwarf elder interrupted him.
“There is an iron cage that can be forged with good materials and good craftsmanship. There is no doubt that everything is the best. That’s why we can lock a cage. High vampire."
Lance Ziva's tone was laced with reminiscence.
"That is my father's craftsmanship. Wonderful craftsmanship."
The iron pillars behind the dwarf elder seemed to be inspired, and they all shouted in a low voice: "Huha! "
Lan En said no more, Lance Ziva waved his hand: "Okay, let's go down and take a look."
A group of people moved down the circular walkway. Finally came to the mine.
There, Regis' body lay peacefully on the side, except that the clothes on his chest were soaked in large amounts of blood.
"Is it the mage in your team?"
The dwarf elder asked, raising his head.
"Yes." Lan En had a nostalgic and sad expression. He had used the diplomatic talents of the Emperor's Children here.
That expression allows onlookers to feel the grief and regret at a glance and empathize with it.
"He sacrificed himself so that we could complete this unimaginably difficult task."
"I, I'm sorry."
Even the cold Lance Ziva, this time Tokiya seemed ashamed of the witcher's grief, since he was the one who issued the mission.
“Heinburg will compensate us! We will never treat our friends badly!”
The dwarf elder visited the mine in person. Not long after he walked in, something came from inside the cave. There came a thundering cry.
Lance Ziva came roaring and jumping out as if his toes had been stepped on, his three-braided beard twitching and tangled.
His Tie Dunzi guards nervously stepped forward to surround him, and then were scolded and retreated by the elder who was breathing heavily.
Inside there were Regis and Dettlaff, who took apart the limbs of a dozen blood-sucking creatures to create a 'crime scene'.
The level of horror and gore made Gede not want to look at it a second time, and the corner of Lan En's mouth twitched. In short, it was definitely worthy of the death scene of a high-level vampire.
The dwarves are not experts anyway, as long as the visual effects are in place.
Gede was holding back his laughter and making noises.
In order to prevent him from revealing his secret, Lan En dragged him to the side of Regis' body and pretended to be ready to bury his teammates.
This behavior alarmed the dwarf elder who was holding his chest to calm his heartbeat.
Perhaps out of guilt, he called two iron men from the escort team to help dig a hole. It seemed that he wanted to bury Regis on the spot.
"Children, the hole must be dug big and wide. This respectable gentleman died for the safety of Fort Hayne. We want to make him feel comfortable when he leaves."
The Regis man was all blinded. He opened his eyes in shock and looked at Lan En, who was blocking his face.
The two people made a series of eye contact in an instant.
Ged didn’t understand much, but he reluctantly made a guess:
Lan: Can high-level vampires be buried?
Regis: Yes, we can bury it, but our plan doesn’t allow it.
Lan En: Stop it! Bury it first!
In the end, Lan En had to use his own weight of 300 kilograms to step on Gede's toes to prevent the guy from laughing.
Then the 'sacrificed' Regis was buried smoothly, and a simple on-site memorial was held under the auspices of the dwarf elders.
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(End of this chapter)