Grokush felt the hesitation of his companion, and he warned Tyrion in his mind. The steel scepter in his hand was beating with the luster of frost and blood runes, and a thick death magic shield appeared in front of him.

Like a heavy tank, it rushed towards the scattered rangers.

On the other side, under siege by Alleria, Khadgar and Serent, Tyrion was also caught in a fierce battle.

"Monster! Die!"

"boom"

Alleria and Serent used swords and sharp arrows to block Tyrion's charge, buying Khadgar time to cast spells. The freed mage finally burst out with the terrifying firepower that a mage should have.

In just an instant, three flying fireballs roared towards Tyrion. The latter swung his heavy sword to block the sharp arrows shot by Alleria, and then stretched out his hand to use the death grip to kill the charging Cetron.

Throwing it aside, when he turned around, the three fireballs could no longer be avoided.

"boom"

Tyrion, who was riding on his horse, was hit head-on by three fireballs. Both he and his horse were blown away by the violent explosion. His body rolled on the ground several times, and then he leaned on his heavy sword.

stood up from the ground.

He lowered his head, and saw that his war horse, which he had resurrected by his own hands, had been torn apart in the explosion, and his dark cloak had also been scorched, and even some of his carefully protected hair had been burnt.

This made Tyrion feel an unbearable rage in his heart. Death had taken away many things from him, and everything left behind was the most precious treasure to him.

"Whoosh"

The whistling sharp arrows stabbed towards his head, trying to pierce the skull of this dark monster.

"Kacha"

Tyrion raised his hand, and within a fraction of a second, the sharp arrow was firmly grasped in his hand and was broken in the next second.

His appearance was a little embarrassed, but at this time, he tilted his head and looked at Serent who was rushing towards him, and Khadgar who was hiding behind Alleria and hiding his spells. It was the anger of death, the kind of suppressed

, the hatred for the living finally broke out in his heart.

He let go of the hilt of the heavy sword in his hand, opened his hands, and scarlet blood runes exploded in his hands.

"Your blood... belongs to me!"

The hoarse voice sounded like a curse.

The charging Ranger Serente's powerful charge was out of shape in an instant. He rolled on the ground, his halberd fell to the side, and bright red blood spurted out along the cut wound on his arm, and

Behind Alleria, Khadgar's destructive magic that had reached its end was abruptly interrupted by the sudden burst of pain in his body.

The pale mage opened his mouth, and a stream of boiling blood spurted out from his mouth. The interrupted magic chant caused the accumulated magic power to explode, and at this moment, the mage's body was thrown several meters away.

Two different streams of blood gathered into blood balls in front of Tyrion's eyes, and then quickly turned into blood mist. Finally, Tyrion was sucked into his mouth. With the supplement of blood, the death energy in his body was quickly replenished, and together with it

His injured body also received some treatment.

"Hmm"

He opened his arms and let out a contented groan.

"Vampire blood...how delicious!"

Tyrion reached out and wiped the blood spattered on his neck. His eyes became hungry and crazy and fell on Alleria. He stretched out his fingers and whispered:
Chapter completed!