The door was finally opened, and a torrent of blood slaves poured out, their screams echoing through the narrow passage. The Blood Bat watched it all quietly, a smile growing wider on his lips.
Fear me! Scream! Die! This is what I desire, this is what brings me happiness.
"Pffft!" The Blood Bat looked down to see a blade protruding from his abdomen, then at the blood slave who had fallen to the ground. He calmly reached behind to pull the knife free. The blood slave who had fallen was surely not intentional; in fact, such accidents had happened many times before. The Blood Bat had gone from anger to indifference—what could he do, they were not intelligent, so of course he had to forgive them.
Watching the Blood Bat hand the knife back, the blood slave grinned like a child and charged forward with the blade. Seeing the Blood Bat amidst the throng of blood slaves, Afra got her answer. The Blood Bat's appearance was too distinctive, and Afra recognized him at first glance. As one of the few bosses who could engage players in an exciting way, the Blood Bat was highly famous.
Unfortunately, I can't let you go this time. Where players have the advantage over bosses is in information. Afra knew clearly what the Blood Bat feared. Likely, the Blood Bat himself didn't know this. After silently impressing, Afra turned and left. Joking aside, not to mention the Blood Bat, even so many blood slaves could overwhelm her; it was better to go out and find reinforcements.
There were still 5 knights and 100 elite soldiers in Wind Fortress to protect the family members inside, which should be more than enough to deal with these blood slaves. Since some were needed to guard the gate and others to protect the family, only three knights and 60 soldiers could be spared, but this was still sufficient. Clad in heavy armor, holding shields and spears, forming a forest of spears, even Afra could only retreat helplessly if faced with them. Against a group of mindless blood slaves that only knew how to charge, it was the perfect counter.
And so it was, they blocked the doorway, shields overlapping, and without needing the knights to act, they completely stopped the group. "Thud, thud, thud..." The shields made muffled sounds as the spearheads quickly thrust in and out through the gaps, accompanied by dull thuds as blood slaves fell one by one. The soldiers in the back were not idle either; they removed the javelins from their shields and threw them. At such close range, even heavy armor faced with conical-headed javelins could only be penetrated, not to mention a group of bare blood slaves.
By the time the Blood Bat sauntered up, more than 20 blood slaves had already died, and more than half were injured, supported only by their extremely strong vitality. It seemed necessary to find a way to open a gap. As a vampire wizard who did not want to be a monk, the Blood Bat had experienced too much, and he could still manage to open a gap in the army in front of him. He turned into a pool of blood, spreading along the floor. The soldiers did not notice, and even the stickiness from the blood on their feet did not concern them. But Afra noticed.
With a "whoosh," the Blood Bat seemed to emerge from the blood, appearing behind the soldiers. With a "thud," his heart was pierced, a sword tip emerged, and his strength was slowly absorbed by the sword. With a "crash," the Blood Bat turned into blood again, which exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Afra turned her head sharply to see the Blood Bat appearing right behind her, their eyes meeting.
Afra's first reaction was that the Blood Bat was still so ugly. And the Blood Bat had already entered the illusion brought on by Afra's use of the Fear Spell. This time, Afra designed the illusion in a simple and crude way, directly blinding the Blood Bat's five senses, then stretching this moment infinitely in his mind. Fear, Afra felt the Blood Bat's fear, and her internal mana was instantly refilled. In just a moment, it was as if a year had passed for the Blood Bat. At this moment, he felt fear. He couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything; he shouted loudly but still felt nothing. Nothing, there was nothing. The reassuring darkness became so terrifying, as if it could swallow everything.
Afra's lips curled, the Blood Bat was done for. Although she felt a bit of regret in her heart, but...
"Sister, be careful!" Avril suddenly rushed out from behind the door, her short sword stabbing the Blood Bat. The Blood Bat sobered up, slapping Afra, instantly draining her health bar. Afra was sent flying backward, an explosion of blood mist, and the Blood Bat appeared ten yards away, letting out a shrill howl as he wrapped himself in a cloud of blood mist and flew out, even taking a final look back at Afra during the process.
Damn it, things are getting complicated. Thinking about how troublesome the Blood Bat was before his weakness was discovered, Afra couldn't help but feel a headache—now accompanied by chest pain. At that moment, that slap landed on Afra's chest, with Afra defenseless. The impact was so forceful that it felt like firecrackers were going off inside her, and she could feel bones breaking in her chest and back. If it weren't for the 16 points of health support and the impact resistance added by that lump of fat, Afra would have died instantly.
Rubbing her chest, she stood up with difficulty. At that moment, Afra almost thought her chest had been flattened. The roundness in her hand reassured her—being flattened would be so ugly.
Avril asked anxiously, "Sister, are you okay?"
Afra shook her head, her face filled with melancholy. Thinking of herself as an old driver who had played hundreds of games, known for her stability, she didn't expect to fall here, and most crucially, she was tricked by this 16-year-old girl. My reputation...
So, are you the fool sent by the author?
Seeing Afra's expression of wanting to die, Avril was about to cry: "Sister, what's wrong? Sister, you can't die..."
Afra said expressionlessly, "If you shake me again, I will really die."
Avril awkwardly withdrew her hand: "I was just worried about you."
"Why are you here?"
"Well..." Avril lowered her head; she couldn't say she had slipped out secretly.
"You know, I had him under control just now, but you..."
Afra looked at Avril speechlessly, and Avril buried her head deeper. Avril had seen the Blood Bat's sudden pause very clearly, but by then, it was too late to stop.
"Miss Afra, are you alright?" The knight ran over in a panic. He had noticed the situation earlier, but things had happened too fast for him to react before it was over.
Afra shook her head: "I'm fine."
After saying that, her eyes went black, and she fell straight to the ground, closely contacting the floor and making a "bang" sound.