In less than seventeen seconds, the three-man adventure group had turned into corpses.
The two spellbreaker knights remaining stood back to back and were fighting off the vampire swarm with their energy shields and flaming longswords.
It was unfortunate that most of the swarm consisted of vampire spawn, who were much weaker than the first generation of vampires that Bleia had personally Embraced. As they gathered together, surrounded, and circled the spellbreaker knights, not only were they unable to break through the opponents' defenses, many of their companions were even killed by the runic longswords shrouded in flames as well as and the flame blades that burst forth every so often.
As the vampires engaged in a brutal fight, a red silhouette appeared on the low cliff beside the battlefield. A slim female proudly stood there.
Bright red armor, crimson longbow, seductive body, perfect looks, and that pair of crimson eyes glowing bright red...
