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An Old Grudge Adds Another Stroke Tonight – Extra Chapter for “Brother Huo Is Pretty Good” [13/20]_1 770: 263.
An Old Grudge Adds Another Stroke Tonight – Extra Chapter for “Brother Huo Is Pretty Good” [13/20]_1 “The treacherous Blood Vultures have joined forces with the witch hunters!
Avalon’s strength shrouds this place, we’ve suffered heavy losses!”
Wolf Poison’s roar echoed in the dark sewer, indicating a drastic shift in the battle situation.
After the witch hunters’ faction joined the dark hunt, the Wolf Poison vanguard’s initial suppression of the Blood Vultures remnants was turned around.
Moreover, as the battle between Colando and Murphy dragged on, the situation of the Wolf Poison warriors, who were being defeated everywhere, beca increasingly precarious.
This made the heart of Mark Colando, who was leading a group of elite fighters on successful assaults everywhere, heavier and heavier.
They had already killed many of the Blood Vultures’ elite Blood Servants, yet these cold and brutal deaths not only failed to intimidate them, but made them more fierce.
Such unity against a common foe was being demonstrated in the death-laden sewer in an incredibly “horrific” manner.
More than once, Mark Colando saw these mad “Blood Servants” hugging bombs and perishing together with the Children of Wolf Poison.
He couldn’t fathom their ntal state!
You’re all Blood Servants, for God’s sake!
He’d never seen any Blood Servants on Green Island as fanatically devoted to vampires, and were these Children of Blood Vulture really not afraid of death?
Sothing’s not right!
No matter how resilient the human spirit is, they can’t simply ignore the threat of death.
Yet, these people before him were not just ignoring death, it seed they were mocking and scoffing at it.
“Dark magic!”
A Wolf Poison psychic cursed by Mark’s side:
“The damned Blood Vulture Clan must have used so dark magic that we can’t comprehend to transform their offspring.
They’re too insane!
Seemingly stripped of all fear, I can’t sense anything in them except fanaticism and eerie joy.
They are like a bunch of…”
“Here cos our flesh bomb!”
Before she could finish her sentence, a hoarse voice roared, and then a player lit with alchemical bombs leaped out from the corner ahead.
This guy had lit molotov cocktails in his hands, making his onslaught as insane as Ivan the Terrible.
“Loyal Brother!
Don’t!
You’re charging too fast!
We can’t keep up with you to heal you, you madman!”
A bunch of players behind him were shouting and screaming, but they could not stop the madman’s deadly attack.
Mark saw him.
As a descendant of Wolf Poison, he saw not a trace of fear in the fanatic eyes of the madman before him.
Those mad eyes even contained sothing he couldn’t understand…
Eagerness to try?
Hey!
Wake up!
Do you even realize what you’re doing right now?!!!
“Bang!”
At the sa mont Mark’s sword-pierced Loyal Brother’s heart, the spikes’ “flavored” bombs on latter’s body also detonated.
Frightening flas erupted along with corrosive poison and smoke.
The liquid was too viscous, and it began to burn on Mark’s and his nearby psychic’s skin.
It couldn’t be extinguished.
“Ahh!”
The psychic scread and fell to the ground.
Mark Colando wanted to help her but was waved off by her.
“Go!
Get out of here!”
This female brute scread at Mark:
“They are all madn!
The Blood Vultures don’t value their lives at all, and neither do they!
We’ve been played!
This is a death trap they’ve set for us.
Run!”
“Run?
Where do you think you’re running to?”
A gloomy and brutal voice accompanied the crumbling of the rear wall.
Mark Colando turned his head to see Maxim erging from the darkness.
He was holding a battered Wolf Poison warrior in one hand, and using his foot to kick open the ancient wall amidst the swirling dust.
Lady Adel and her descendant Doris also quietly appeared from the dark flank.
The excited roars from the other side were ominous.
In the pursuit of Mourni and Belly Brother, they had led by Crazy Bonnie, the great guard captain, had burst out and blocked the last escape route in this square area.
Wolf Poison can’t fly!
Apparently, these super powerful elites would have a hard ti escaping!
The players looked at Mark Colando’s clearly extraordinary equipnt, their eyes gleaming greedily from the darkness.
Despite their recent heavy losses, they seed unaffected by the deaths.
Their unique and unnerving gaze gave Mark Colando a chill.
He suddenly realized that his understanding of the Blood Vultures was limited to past vendettas – the current Blood Vultures had transford and were unrecognizable.
No!
They were no longer the vampires he knew, no longer the traditionally distasteful Children of Midnight.
They were more like monsters dressed in vampire skins.
No one could imagine what madness had been infused into those bodies…
His father made a terrible mistake!
Mark Colando sighed in his heart.
At that mont, he realized it was not only his father, the entire Grey Claw faction seed to have made a grave mistake.
They were convinced of the Blood Vulture’s weakness, but this clan seed to be reborn in a bizarre way that they couldn’t imagine.
No.
Rather than “rebirthing,” perhaps “necromancy” was a better term?
Such explanation seed to lend so reasoning to tonight’s defeat.
After all, however fierce Wolf Poison’s warriors may be, they were still normal people.
How could they possibly match up against a bunch of crazies defying all common sense?
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