After a moment of hard work, the battle situation changed to be beneficial to us. Valed's mouth finally showed a smile - at this moment, a figure appeared in the void behind him, and a sharp sword suddenly stabbed Varid's heart!

This sword was unexpectedly fast, with a tricky and vicious angle. The most terrible thing was that it could not be heard at all, and it could almost be called perfect. The assassination was full of confidence and believed that his sword would definitely kill this evil vampire commander - it was a pity that he miscalculated.

Just as he stabbed Vared quietly behind Vared, Vared also turned his head and smiled at him - but his smile, which was originally like a spring breeze, was even more terrifying in the eyes of the assassin than the roar of the bloodthirsty man.

The future Count Castein reached out and held the assassin's wrist holding the sword like an iron plier. Then, with a "click", he broke the assassin's wrist.

"Well--"

The assassin was tough and endured the severe pain and groaned. Then he touched the dagger on his waist with his left hand. A cold light flashed and stroked towards Valed's wrist. He was still thinking about assassination.

But his speed was fast, but Valed's speed was faster than him. His right hand, which had already grasped the hilt, suddenly drew the sword out of the sheath. The black magic sword that was ink and could not reflect the light source at all, cut off the opponent's left hand holding the dagger. Valed also let go of the opponent's right wrist with his left hand, leaned forward, jammed the opponent's neck, and lifted him up with one hand.

"Ah...uh..." The assassin felt his throat tightening little by little, and his blood could not circulate. His head seemed to be about to explode.

"The crunching sound is the sound of the Adam's apple being almost broken? The legs that are kicking randomly cannot be completely lifted and faced with the wrong ones? I can't breathe, and the feeling of suffocation is extremely painful. But over time, it will produce a pathological pleasure... Well, I heard from others that only this."

Vared said this to the assassin and kept smiling from beginning to end. The more he said this, the brighter he smiled. The fear in the assassin's eyes became stronger. He struggled desperately, stretching his arm to Vared's wrist, as if he wanted to move Valed's iron clamp palm. But his right hand was cut off and his left hand was cut off, so he could not do this at all.

"I ask, you answer, is this OK? If you don't speak, just treat it as your default." Vared continued to say this. This kind of sadistic pleasure made him feel very good.

"The first question - your age... well, or gender? Forget it, it's better to be old." He said this while increasing the strength of his hands. Of course, in this case, the other party could not say anything except the unconscious "uh, ah. voice. Because the brain lost its judgment due to lack of oxygen, he didn't even hear what Valed said.

"Well, are you saying nothing? You're really tough, much tougher than I thought. But I don't hate your attitude. In fact, on the contrary, I admire those strong-minded warriors-oh, by the way, you're an assassin, but they're all the same, right?"

The assassin is already in a state of dying. The struggle begins to become weak and his eyes are unconscious. His Adam's apple has been cut off by Varedka. Unless he receives high-level witchcraft treatment, he will definitely die.

"Well--I want to tell you something before you die. I did this on purpose, and I never thought about taking out any information from your mouth. I just wanted to abuse it simply - the reason is that I really really feel really unhappy--I am very unhappy! I am not happy!!!"

Vared suddenly threw the assassin's body to the ground, and the huge force made half of the assassin's body blurred blood. However, Vared jumped off his mount with a puzzled regret, and used his horse boots nailed to the bottom of the iron, and he tried his best to step on it. Once he stepped on it, he could get a bloody hole.

"What a good boy?! What a nobleman?! What a good boy?! I have been in this world for fifteen years. Do you know how much pressure I have accumulated?! I have become a strange creature that is not human, and I will suffer from withdrawal if I don't drink blood every day! I am obviously an adult's mind but I have to pretend to be a child! I have to shoulder so many responsibilities and so many expectations! Do you know how painful I have been?! Do you know?!"

Vared tore off his neck and was stomped off, with only a piece of flesh connected to the assassin's head. He looked straight into the eyes of the assassin's eyes: "Fortunately, I'm back on the battlefield."

He took a deep breath, felt the smell of blood floating in the air, as if he was intoxicated. After a long time, he came to his senses and continued, "Here, there are enough idiots like you who are out of reach for me to kill. This is the best way to relieve stress. The effect is outstanding and there is no need to spend a penny."

Vared's fingertips pierced his scalp and skull like a sharp blade, touching the man's brain, and quickly read the man's memory. The tragic orphan was adopted by a malicious organization. If he hadn't had a little talent for assassination, he would have to go to a brothel to be a male prostitute and sell his butt... Hahaha. But these have nothing to do with Vared. All he wanted to know was "who" and "what".

Then... with a "bang", the assassin's head was pinched by Valed, and scarlet blood and gray brain splashed all over him. Valed felt much more relaxed. While he was abused by the poor assassin, the war with the bandits came to an end. While Valed was fighting with the assassin, he did not give up his command of the undead army. Although this kind of deliberate use made him feel a little bit of a split personality, it was pretty good in terms of the result.

After a group of bloody Holy Grail knights ignored the terrain and launched a charge from the flanks, directly rushing down the array on the other side, the five or six hundred bandits were completely defeated. One or two hundred corpses were left and escaped. But how could two legs run beyond the four legs? Vared continued to order the skeleton cavalry to pursue them. They chased them all the way, and in the end, except for a very few lucky few, these bandits fell under the swords and guns of the skeleton cavalry.

Although I learned from the memories I had seen before that this group of bandits was just a cover. The real killer weapon was the assassin. However, the extra head brought by this cover was really not small. The vampire used corpses to calculate military merits. The more than 500 corpses were sent back, plus the military merits accumulated before, he could at least be promoted to a higher level. Although this rank was of little significance to Valed...

In this way, a small-scale battle ended. Valed relaxed his muscles and bones, and then ordered the skeleton cavalry to gather all the scattered corpses together. Each cavalry carried a dead body. This was a busy time. After the work was over, it became dark. Valed thought for a while, but he didn't dare to stay here for a long time. So he continued to rush toward the direction of the main castle. While walking, he thought:

"It seems that under the border prince's leadership, there are also some bastards who are unwilling to be lonely..."

Indeed, those bandits were the lackeys raised by His Highness the Prince. And the assassin with pretty good skills was also his subordinate. It was not a secret that Valed came to serve in the Southern Military Region. It was no big deal that he could know this news. The key was that he wanted to assassinate... Well, it should not be called assassination, but kidnapping. If the kidnapping fails, he chose assassination as a backup plan - the reason for his doing this is very interesting. From this, Valed basically understood how bad the quality of these so-called border princes are.

"Kidnap Valed von Castein in exchange for Sylvania's full support for the Prince of the Border?! Provide military supplies, iron ore, weapons and armor, and a 20,000-man army. Dedicated to the attack on the green-skinned orcs?! I'm really an idiot who can't stop me! Has he ever thought about what would happen if this kind of thing fails?! And even if it doesn't fail, even if it succeeds, how would he end?! What a consequenceless madman."

Vared snorted coldly, then muttered to himself: "Is Ak Bieber? I remember this name. I will take revenge on you."
Chapter completed!