Chapter 3442

Full moon night, this night is dark clouds cover the sky, let that this is the silent night dark incomparable. At night, the guards need torches to patrol; a man who came to visit the temple of standal did not carry any light. Vingamo can see almost as clearly in the dark as in the light, which is just his talent, and his interest belongs entirely to the night.

An assistant of the Presbyterian brought him to himself. Judging from the other person's appearance, his first thought was that he was in urgent need of treatment. His skin was pale, almost milky; his face seemed to have been very handsome, but suffered some unspeakable torment. The black circle under his eyes exposed his fatigue, but his eyes were alert and sharp, even almost crazy.

He immediately denied the speculation that he had a disease. But he did come to talk about a particular disease.

"It's thirst," Wen Jiamo said, pausing in the other's questioning eyes. "Some people say I should ask you for help."

"Who said that?" The elder asked with a smile.

"Titina."

The elder remembered her immediately. That is a brave and beautiful knight in Rift Valley City. Under her guidance, he once learned to distinguish between the truth and the fabricated fairy tale in the theory of vampire. However, it was two years ago. Since then, he has never heard of her whereabouts. I'm afraid the other party has been transferred to somewhere in the imperial territory.

"You talked to her? Is she healthy now? " Asked the elder.

"Dead!" Wen Jiamo replied coldly.

Seeing his shock, he added two words that seemed to soothe him. "She said your teaching is priceless, at least for that one. The last time I talked to her, she was following a vampire. This one killed her. "

"Then I will not teach her enough!" He sighed, "why do you think her advice is enough for you?"

"Many years ago, my father was a watchman." He said. "But not in the sky, but in the morning wind. At the same time, he is also the martial arts trainer of the sanctuary. I believe in standal just as my mother believes in him. "

For the next few hours, the elder kept asking questions, and he did his best to answer them. But he never gave a single word about himself. He never smiles, either. He just looked at each other with his sharp eyes.

Wingames took every word he said out of his memory without hesitation.

Finally, the elder was able to fight back and asked him a fatal question. "You said you were the trainer of the warrior guild. Are you on a mission for them? But I don't see any signs on you about showing the union. "

"No!" He said briefly that at this moment, the other party finally saw some weariness in his fanatical eyes.

"If you want to continue tomorrow night, please let me sleep if you can. I'm a little sleepy now."

"You sleep in the daytime!" The elder said with a smile.

But to the elder's surprise, wengamo gave him a smile in return, even though it was more like a bitter face.

"When you're tracking your prey, you need to adapt to your rhythm ahead of time."

The next night, wengamo met the elder of the temple again. He was a little strange about the behavior of the temple. It seemed that the other party had never doubted him.

At this time, the temple elder is kneeling in front of the statue of standal, and wengamo sees that the statue is more like the person in front of him.

"Sit here! I want to tell you something about your symptoms and our beliefs

Wen Jiamo nodded and sat on the cushion beside him. The other side relaxed and spoke slowly.

Wengamo listened carefully and then asked more questions until the sun rose again the next day.

"I won't see you again in a few days." He said, "but when I get back, I'll tell you how helpful your message is."

As he said, four days later, just after midnight, vingamo returned to the sanctuary. But there was a new scar on his cheek, where the skin and flesh were turned over, there was no blood, just like frozen beef, gray purple.

Wen Jiamo's face showed his ferocious but satisfied smile.

"Your teaching really helped me a lot." He said, "but you should know that the guys in valchiha have an ability you didn't mention. They don't have to break the ice on the lake to get through. It was a very uncomfortable accident. I was caught off guard from the guy below

"That's too bad!"

The elder of the temple laughed, "but it's terrible. But you're lucky to survive. "

"It's not luck, and I don't believe in luck. I only believe in knowledge and training. Your message helped me a lot. I used my melee skills to kill the vampire. "

"Then you must be very strong now. At least the watchers in standal are just ordinary people. They can't even be any vampire of Nightwalker level.""But I'm just counting down, though not necessarily now. And I never believe in any external weapon. They have too much uncertainty. Even the best swordsman can't help making flawed swords. But you will always know what your body can do. And my father told me that I want to hit a thousand strokes without losing balance, as long as you can make the first sword perfectly

"The perfect first sword?" The elder murmured, "then you really have to never have an accident."

"That's why I came to you," said vingamo. "I heard that you, standal, are the people who know the most about demons in the world. You know every species on the mainland. Now, please tell me about the northeast of Marcus, where there is a very secret nest, and it is said that your standar watchmen have been there

The Presbyterian was stunned for a moment. Then he tightened his body, knelt down on the mat and kowtowed to the statue of standal.

"You should have known everything. I'm just a poor man cheated by others."

"That's not enough!"

Wen Jiamo had already stood behind him at this time, and his fingernails had become longer, with metallic luster on them.

"Now it's two hours before dawn. Tell me where is the forgotten cave and where is the Sun Temple of snow elves? I need the power of oreel! "

"Are you warchhar hunters so impatient?"

The Presbyterian stood up again. In his hand, there was a dilapidated pendant, which was the symbol of standal.