When Afra awoke, it was already night. The room was dimly lit by firelight, and the surroundings were quiet. Thanks to the dual benefits of the feat Dragon's Slumber and her health points, Afra, who had been severely injured, had returned to peak condition.
Afra got up and realized that her black robe had been removed and replaced with light nightclothes. The door opened, and a maid entered carrying a tray from which the aroma of delicious food wafted. Seeing Afra, the maid let out a cry and turned to leave. Afra frowned, holding her grumbling stomach: At least leave the food behind!
The door opened again, but this time it was Gelfant who entered. "So, your plan was a success."
Gelfant smiled, "Miss Afra is indeed clever, but you've only guessed half right. I've merely taken over Wind Castle and imprisoned their families. It will take some time to make them surrender."
These families were those of the knights and elite soldiers. With them in hand, along with the late-stage mania patients outside and the ghouls in the sewers, the surrender of those knights and elite soldiers was just a matter of time.
Afra looked at Gelfant with a smirk, "You stand in front of me with such confidence."
Gelfant smiled slightly, and with a "bang," a cloud of blood mist exploded, and he appeared behind Afra. It seemed that Gelfant had bypassed the late stages of hemophilia in just a short period, becoming a vampire. This was the source of his confidence. With a vampire's physical fitness and agility, would he still fear a wizard at such close range?
"Indeed, Miss Afra's mastery of magic is profound, even the Blood Bat fled in defeat, but with you and I so close, and Miss Afra's sword not at hand, what will Miss Afra do?"
As he spoke, he placed his hand on Afra's shoulder, "Miss Afra killed my future bride, so why don't you become mine..."
Snap! His wrist dislocated. Followed by a whirlwind of motion, Gelfant was thrown to the ground with a "bang" in a shoulder throw. Before he could recover from his confusion, Afra pounced.
Gelfant had inherited the vampire's physical quality, already surpassing 25, plus the vampire's explosive power, which could instantly burst out a strength equivalent to 30 points of health, a force completely double that of Afra. So how could Afra defeat Gelfant with her bare hands? The answer was ground fighting. As long as he was still in human form, as long as the movement was completed, she could take the initiative.
Afra pounced, grabbing his other arm, legs tightly clamped, using his elbow as a fulcrum to forcefully straighten, the armbar completed, the whole process smooth and smooth. This was also related to Gelfant's cooperation; he was not clear about Afra's strange moves, so this situation formed. In fact, any knight coming over would not let Afra go so smoothly. Although knights do not know what an armbar is, they understand wrestling and are aware of the dangers involved. Every qualified knight is proficient in wrestling because when facing a knight in full heavy armor, knocking him down and immobilizing him, either by killing him with a dagger through the gaps in the armor or with the help of teammates, is a very good choice.
But Gelfant was good at swordsmanship and could defeat knights with precise swordsmanship, so he was not good at wrestling. However, Gelfant only awakened a blood escape technique. Now controlled by Afra, the blood escape technique could not be detonated, and his explosive power was also unable to be exerted due to this strange action, and even his own strength could not be exerted much. So it was obvious that Gelfant's other arm would not be saved.
This is not a competition, so Afra exerted force from her waist, "click", Gelfant screamed. Afra pounced on him again, sitting on his stomach, her fingers wiped, and the dagger on Gelfant's waist was in Afra's hand, against his eyeball, preventing further action.
"You..."
Before he could finish, the dagger stabbed down, and his eyes were red with blood. "Ah!" Gelfant woke up in a cold sweat, his eyes were fine, but he was tied up like a dumpling, not giving him any chance, and he could only wriggle like a maggot. Afra's dagger was on his face, and the cold touch made him sweat all over. At this moment, Gelfant's elegance was completely lost.
"You..."
"Scream! The moment someone comes in from outside, I will kill you." Afra looked at Gelfant calmly, and Gelfant said with a dry laugh, "Don't worry, I won't scream." At this moment, his heart was full of killing intent. He had never been so embarrassed. Originally, the beautiful Afra became so hateful in his eyes. He vowed in his heart that if he could get out of the predicament, he would capture Afra and make her his blood slave.
"What are you thinking?" Afra played with the dagger, looking at him with a smile. Gelfant felt a chill in his heart and said, "This is not a way out, they will come in sooner or later."
Afra nodded in agreement, but said casually, "So what?"
The two eyes looked at each other, and there seemed to be infinite magic power in them. Gelfant was immersed in the beautiful eyes, and then everything around changed. The same smiling face, the beautiful face became ugly, and the elegant posture sitting on the chair turned into a thin bamboo pole. The white nightclothes turned into a black robe, and the dark eyes turned into a crimson red: "If not, listen to your blood."
Gelfant was shocked: "Blood Bat, how can it be you?"
"Why not me." The Blood Bat looked at him with a smile and said, "Did you have a good dream?"
Gelfant was shocked, struggling to stand up, but found himself trapped in a huge spider web. Countless spiders crawled over and began to gnaw at his flesh. The Blood Bat came over with a potion that was green and bubbling, holding his head: "Don't be afraid, child, it won't hurt." After that, he poured the potion into his mouth.
"Cough..." It was cool to enter the mouth, and in a trance, the bitter potion became sweet and sour, and the face of the Blood Bat turned into that of Afra. Afra smiled and took back the wine glass: "Hehe, see, I told you, the dead can't drink wine."
"Dead?" Gelfant was puzzled, looked down and found the wine passing through his translucent body and dripping on the white bed, turning that group red. Seeing something from the corner of his eye, Gelfant turned his head and saw his own body lying on the ground, with a sharp dagger stabbed into his eye socket. He raised his hand and saw the floor through his hands, muttering to himself: "I... am I dead?"
Ideals, wealth, women, all are gone from me? No, it can't be. It's impossible for me to die just like this, you lied to me! Gelfant rushed to Afra, and then passed through Afra. He knelt on the ground, wanting to cover his face and cry, but his hand passed through his face, and tears couldn't flow out. Everything is true.
"Okay." Afra came over, grabbed him, his body shrank rapidly, and was thrown into the candle. No, don't... If everything can start over...
Hot, flames, flames everywhere. Gelfant looked down, his hands were white and stunned, covered with mud, and there was a sharp pain in the back of his head. He tried to stand up but was pulled down by an old man, who said with a cry: "Young master, don't move." The sound of hacking and screaming echoed in his ears. This situation is so familiar. He remembered that when he was six years old, because of struggling, he was hit on the back of the head by a knight with a fist.