A dark cave where you can't see your fingers.

The arched rock cave is more than ten meters high, and the dense gray stalagmites are like hanging willow branches, and they will dance with the enchanting chaotic darkness at any time.

Boom!

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the darkness.

Sand and stone flying rolls.

A scarlet vortex-shaped door tear open the void.

Two figures jumped out one after another and fell onto the rough stone ground.

A slightly dark light shone out their figures.

One person carried two swords on his back, the viper pendant was floating on his chest, and his silver-gray pupils were shining, piercing through the darkness like a wolf.

The other man was thin and pale, carrying a shoulder bag, and his black robe was covered with herbal pockets of various colors, and his whole body exuded a strong herbal fragrance.

"The portal summoned by Blood Magic is much more stable than the ones summoned by those warlocks," Roy turned to the barber doctor, not hiding the praise in his eyes. "There is no dizziness and makes people feel disgusting. Otherwise, we can cooperate and cooperate, and in the future, you will specifically help the Brotherhood to start remote teleportation services, pay the rewards per time, rare herbs or the blood of various monsters!"

"It's okay to come once in a while, but you'll be exempted from long-term cooperation."

Regis hesitated for a second, shook his head, and then gave a compliment, "After that, your courage is really amazing. He dared to come to the underworld with me alone to disturb the sleep of the Shadow Elder..."

"You have no fear of death?"

"If the vampire god wants to kill me, is there any difference between one and another?"

Roy kicked a piece of bone under his feet casually and turned around the corridor.

"The difference is that it will involve companions and be buried with you."

"That's all?"

Regis was speechless and laughed and cried, but his uneasiness was slightly relieved.

This is also the first time he has met an elder in the past fifty years.

In the past, every visit was terrified. The natural suppression from the blood level made him humble into the soil without any resistance.

"To be honest, it's a pity that you died like a witch hunter."

Regis jumped lightly down the five-meter high slope, and the cave began to gradually move downward.

"What kind of witch hunter?"

"Treat us all equally. When I first met, I realized that you clearly saw our identity, but you had no fear, discrimination or hatred in your eyes. On the contrary, your gray-green companion has a very hostile attitude."

"Because you abide by the principles." Roy paused, his voice strong, "Principles are better than disorderly and chaotic humans."

"I agree with you."

Regis accelerated his pace and walked side by side with him, a wonderful light flashed in his eyes, and took a deep breath, as if he had made some difficult decision,

"I don't think you should die just now."

"It just so happened that I haven't entered the underworld yet, so it's not too late to return."

Regis said hesitantly as he looked at the witch hunter's calm face,

"You can leave this continent and take a boat across the ocean to take refuge at Oufell on the other end. The climate and environment of that territory are not suitable for the survival of the vampire group, and the power of the elders is difficult to reach."

Roy looked at the herbal doctor in surprise, but he didn't expect that the other party could consider this step for him.

"If I leave, how can you explain to the elders and send Gaitan over?"

"Getan has become a member of the tribe. The elder will not deprive him of his life at will. He is likely to take him to Desumua and be confined to decades." Regis shrugged, "But you can't escape death. Because the elders never show kindness to other races."

"Thank you for the reminder. Regis, you are a perfect person. After this trip, we should not break the contact. I want to introduce you to some equally good partners." Roy hugged the barber's shoulder. The latter's muscles stiffened and grinned, showing a hint of awkward expression. He was obviously not used to this intimate action.

The witch hunter can't care so much.

"Now, since you come, you can rest assured. Just run away. Why don't you tell me what things to pay attention to after entering the underworld? I heard that the elder has a bad temper and I don't want to anger it."

Once you get into evil.

Only when he opens his arrival can he compete with the Shadow Elder.

But that will lead to a state of perseverance.

The plan to borrow strength will inevitably fail.

"To some extent, it is morbid and moody. For more than two thousand years, it has been accustomed to the 'conquering', imperative way of communication. In front of it, your expression cannot show a trace of aggressiveness, hostility, or arrogantness."

Regis's voice trembled unconsciously, desperately suppressing his fear,

"You have to be humble and honest, and be as greedy as you fear it!"

"When I open the underworld and enter the field of elders, I suggest you keep it absolutely quiet, don't move without speaking, and put your hands far away from the potion and silver sword. I will explain your intention to apologize for you."

"Do you need to kowtow?" Roy smiled strangely and made a knee-bending position.

"If this is your way to express your respect, you will be fine."

Regis looked at him and said seriously,

"The God of Omen couldn't let me give this great gift, either." Roy shook his head and changed his subject, "Anyway, it's all dead. I might as well be bolder. I want to have a deal with this vampire god. What should I do?"

Regis looked at him in surprise, but he didn't ask the truth.

"You killed Grufeid of the Shadow Tribe, and you are a sinful person. After hearing my explanation, the elder will ask you to speak in just one thought, and it is more likely to kill you as soon as possible."

Regis slowly waded through a puddle and chose one from the dense forks of mineways, "But if you offer sacrifices to it and please it, you will have a chance to say a few words. But every word you say must be considered repeatedly. If any place annoys it, he will pull off your head, drink blood, and tear you into pieces."

"What sacrifice?" Roy automatically ignored the warning and swept his eyes over the surrounding stone walls. To be more precise, it was a man-made marble door with some ancient sacrificial patterns on it. The sloppy humans were holding the offering wrapped in banana leaves to worship a man who was as dark as night.

"Some ancient coins are hidden in this periphery cave. However, to collect them, you have to solve a few minor troubles of being unobedient."

...

call out

Silver light flashes!

Arrows penetrated the dark air and flew to the top of the cave.

A ball of blood burst out between the hanging stalactites.

With a thud.

A dark behemoth fell heavily to the ground, and the bones broke.

It has the appearance and outline of a humanoid creature, with sharp claws like steel knives, two jagged rows of jagged teeth, a werewolf-like reverse bowed thigh, and explosive muscles all over it, which can be called a killing machine.

But at this moment, brain, blood and bones splashed out from the blood hole in the center of its wrinkled and horny head. It was dying, and a pair of small red eyes looked at the person not far away in the shadow.

Swish

The figure flashed silently like a ghost.

The half-moon silver light tore the darkness apart.

The flesh and blood are divided into two.

Puff!

The huge head rose into the air, and the blood-sprayed corpse slowly fell down like a shipwreck.

Kill the bat-winged demon, experience value +200, witch hunter lv15 (2300/18500)

Roy shook off the blood from the sword, and a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes. A few years ago, he fought to the death to kill a bat-winged demon, but now, killing it is easy.

After dealing with this unopened sneak attacker, Roy followed the good habit he had developed in the past, flew into a skilled meat-cutting master, and methodically opened the spoils to his stomach, peeled and cramped, and took out many useful organs for his eyes, lungs, and nails.

Then, in the eyes of the high-level vampire watching, they all entered the space.

"German Roy, you have done this to Grufeld's body?" Regis looked pale and ugly.

[To be honest, I have been using reading books to follow updates recently, changing sources and switching, and pronunciation aloud, both Android and Apple can do it.]

"Haha, high-level vampires are very precious materials and cannot be wasted at all." Roy looked Regis up and down with teasing eyes, and the latter couldn't help but twitch his eyelids, "But don't worry, I never attack my friends, you are very safe!"

Roy squatted down and groped in the pile of bones for a while. He soon found a shell the size of a fingernail with a rough surface, which was carved with a bust of a man with gray skin and skinny bones.

"Where do these so-called currencies come from?" Roy asked,

"At the beginning of our clan's arrival, human society was still very backward and primitive. Some primitive people witnessed the extraordinary skills displayed by the elders during their hunting. They were shocked by their great power and began to spontaneously spread their image and deeds, worship the Shadow Elder as a god, portray its portrait on currency, and even established this underworld for it, and regularly offer sacrifices of animals and human sacrifices to it."

Regis explained patiently and meticulously,

"The elders hate being disturbed for no reason, but enjoy the worship and respect of mortals. Since then, they have begun to restrain tribe members and set iron laws to prohibit them from slaughtering uncontrollably in human society."

"It's a pity that, in just a few hundred years, even if there is no high suction and hunting, this human civilization will still be completely extinct due to natural disasters and man-made disasters."

"The elder's name goes away from the world, and every time he sleeps for ten years."

Regis paused,

"You offer commemorative coins to make it recall this pleasant past. When it is happy, you will ask you to say a few more words."

Roy nodded suddenly and asked curiously,

"The Shadow Elder sleeps in the underworld for ten years, and does not need to replenish any food or drinking water?"

"Its power is unreasonable. In fact, it absorbs the four elements in the air at every moment, namely the chaotic energy. These energy is much more 'nutrition' than ordinary foods."

"But every time after waking up, the elders would still instruct their tribe members to bring in a large amount of prey, relive the sweetness of blood, and recall the glorious years of youth. As for the corpse that was sucked by it, it became a breeding ground for evil ghosts in the cave and low-level vampires to reproduce."

"Sure enough, no matter what kind of intelligent race it is, he likes to recall the past when he is old."

Roy sighed, and his eyes shot out

Then it must prefer to recall the customs and customs of his hometown.

"Let's go, find more commemorative coins to make the elders happy!"
Chapter completed!