I Became a Progenitor Vampire

Li De didn't know anything about Isha. At this time, he looked at Grote, who was chasing Amy under the anger in the valley, with cold eyes.

Amy had just entered level 15 half a year ago, although his strength at this time was several times stronger than that at level 14.

But with Grote, who has grown up on the battlefield and reached level 15 more than 20 years ago, the gap is very big.

Especially after the opponent turned on the power of the bloodline, he was almost invincible in these twenty minutes.

Li De also wanted to delay Grote's strong 20 minutes, but now Amy cannot escape Grote's hunt if he doesn't play again.

Even after three to five minutes, this blasphemer may face a crisis of fall.

Amy's potential is far from being tapped. If he falls here, then this battle will be meaningless even if he is won.

"Let the Cyclops drag Grot, and send a part of the blood race to clean up the northern soldiers in the valley, and the rest of the blood race are ready to cast spells.

In the dark, Li De went down the valley and directly took over the control of the battlefield.

"Yes, Mianxia"

The order reached the battlefield in the first time.

The cyclops who were still fighting the warriors of the Northland put down their enemies together and turned towards Grote, who was chasing Amy crazily in the forest.

Those northern warriors had no power to stop the Cyclops, they could only let the blood race take over the battle with them.

But the agile kinsmen are not cyclops. Under the pressure of several times the number, the northern warriors who were still stubbornly resisting soon turned off.

In the face of absolute power, all resistance is futile.

Corso, who was protected by the two cyclops, had already recovered a certain amount of combat effectiveness.

Grote cut a huge wound from his chest to his abdomen, but because of the blood of the ancient giant, the physique of the Cyclops lord was beyond imagination.

"catch him"

Corso let out an angry roar, raised the chopped mace, and rushed towards Grote first.

Being cut off by a small human with a sword and severely injured by the opponent is definitely a huge shame for Corso.

He will smash this human head with a mace, he swears!!

As a blood clan, Amy's abilities have been greatly improved in the dark, and his professional shadow high priest has increased his power in the shadows.

But this is the case, Grote, who was so powerful that he was heinously powerful, was still crushed and beaten after facing the opening of the bloodline.

The northern warrior, the first of the three glorious warriors, is powerful enough to make anyone's face heavy.

Bang bang~

Two bursting fireballs with hot energy burst into bright light under the night.

After Amy stepped out of the shadow, the three-ring spell, which had been secretly accumulated for a few seconds, slammed at Grote at an invisible speed.

Grot's sharp eyes are more dazzling than a Falcon.

The bright silver giant sword in his hand waved, carrying a faint brilliance in the dark night.

Without fear.

The blade collided with the bursting fireball, but what was shocking was that the expected magic burst did not occur.

On the contrary, that huge sword was unstoppable, and it actually cut the bursting fireball in half.

The two three-ring spells directly turned into magic and disappeared.

Extremely, the exclusive of the extraordinary, the will of the warrior has affected the magic power, which can attach the magic power to the weapon, so that the weapon has elemental lethality.

The structure of the destructive spell is a characteristic of extreme intentions, and this is also the greatest confidence that a warrior can contend with a wizard after being transcendent.

The seemingly unremarkable giant sword is now more perfect than the enchanted giant sword.

Grot's legs vigorously exerted force, and his muscles were like springs compressed to the extreme, and his body rushed towards Amy who had just escaped the shadow at three times the speed.

Warrior skills: charge.

Before Amy could react, Grote had already come behind him, with a huge sword with brilliance like the creation god split the chaos, and the long sword slashed directly.

At this moment, Amy even smelled death.

Just when there was joy on Grot's face, he touched a huge mace and slammed it over.

Grot couldn't react as much as he was directly hit by a giant weapon that was ten times heavier than him, flying backwards by dozens of blades.

While in the air, Grot resisted the severe pain from his body, roared, and suddenly swung the great sword. The weapon in his hand was turned into a spear by him, and he slammed it at Amy.

Amy hadn't recovered yet, two slap-wide giant swords slammed directly into his back.

Pooh~

Amy's not very tall body flew several blades away, and finally slammed into a big tree in front of him that was still burning, with blood dripping in his mouth.

Seven of his ribs were directly broken, and his body was in severe pain as if he had fallen apart.

If Amy hadn't become a blood clan, he would have gone to see the god of death with his original human body.

A tough Northland warrior.

Boom~

The ground shook, and the half of the mace thrown by Corso caused a lot of damage to Grote. His body was hit on the ground. He stretched out more than 20 blades and finally hit the tree hard, and the ground appeared. An exaggerated scratch was made.

In this way, the northern soldier still did not fall.

Grot roared and pushed away the giant mace that was ten times heavier, his body stood up again, and his injuries returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Li De saw this scene in the distance and took a deep breath.

Too abnormal, this northern warrior is too strong.

It can be said that Grote was caught in the trap at the beginning, but he was alone in facing the siege of the blood race and the cyclops.

From killing one person into the sky and driving the magic bats to disperse, to jumping down from the sky to sever the giant mace weighing several tons, severely injuring Corso.

After opening the bloodline, he hunted Amy alone, who was also at level 15, and beat the opponent to death.

This is no longer strong enough to describe this 16th-level Northland warrior. It really deserves the honorable title of the head of the three glory warriors.

If only the blood race or the Cyclops came here today, I'm afraid there is no way to help this 16th-level Northland warrior, and it may even be impossible to win.

Li De took a deep breath and immediately made a decision.

"Corso limited Grote's range of activities, fireball suppression"

He was also very ruthless, and he has already paid a big price today, no matter how he must win, otherwise everything he has done before will be wasted.

And the most important thing is that if Grote is allowed to escape, Amy will be exposed, and the Scarlet Mage Tower may be forced to give up.

This is a consequence that he cannot accept.

So no matter what the price is, Grote must stay here today.

Whether life or death!!

Li De's order is the direction for everyone, whether it is a blood race or a cyclops, the prestige he has built is enough to make anyone willingly obey his command.

He is the king here, the only king.

Corso, whose scars had not healed in front of him, had no scruples. After receiving the order, his huge body rushed towards Grot. At the same time, the other dozen or so cyclops followed their chiefs.

The earth was trembling.

Grote recovered to a perfect state in just ten seconds, and the serious injury he had just suffered was healed by the powerful force in his bloodline.

Seeing a dozen or so tall cyclops rushing towards him, the perseverance in his eyes did not waver at all.

Grot, who had no weapons, uttered the most violent roar, and one person charged more than a dozen tall Cyclops.

Northland soldiers, fearless, fearless!

"Fireball suppression, indiscriminate attack!!"

Li De's tone also had unshakable firmness. This was a life and death battle between the enemy and ourselves, with only life or death, without forgiveness.

The skin of the Cyclops has a very high magic immunity. In contrast, it has never been heard that the northern warriors have high magic resistance.

It is true that they are resistant to fights, but the damage done to them by magic will not diminish.

After being temporarily woven into a team, the remaining 182 blood races began to unscrupulously release Li De's symbol-the small fireball technique.

A small fireball spell is like a tickling to 16th-level fighters.

But in the hands of nearly two hundred blood races, thousands of small fireballs can be emitted every second, which is the real fireball Gatling.

The temperature of the air soared tens of degrees in an instant.

Bang bang bang~

The fireball washes the floor, the real fireball washes the floor.

In addition to using the small fireball technique to open the reservoir together in the farm, Li De is also the true commander. Nearly two hundred casters of the blood family release the small fireball technique at the same time.

The scene is as terrifying as a magma eruption.

Even the Cyclops with extremely high magic immunity was greatly traumatized by this indiscriminate attack.

In an instant, the ground burned with flames several blades high.

At this time, the second collision between the Cyclops and Grote, the 16th-level northern warrior began.

It was not Corso who took the lead, but another 9th-level cyclops.

After Grote felt the aura of the cyclops in front of him, a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, and his body speed accelerated again.

charge.

The Cyclops who collided head-on with Grote swung the huge mace subconsciously, but Grote did not hesitate to face it.

Just when the mace was about to hit him, Grot took off and flew high.

At this time, the Cyclops' attack could not be recovered.

Grote, without the giant sword, uses his right hand as a weapon, puff~

The arms pierced through the eyeballs of the Cyclops.

The huge Cyclops was directly killed in seconds, and even too late to issue a second attack.

When Corso saw this scene, he let out a huge roar, his body speeding up again.

And Grote just fell from the sky at this time, and the corpse of the Cyclops rumbling down behind him became his background board.

Bang bang bang~

Hearing the huge sound coming from his side, Grot turned his head fiercely, and Corso's huge body appeared in his eyes.

Without fear.

Face up.

Northland warriors, fearless, fearless!

Corso watched his tribe being killed by others, and his anger almost made him lose his mind.

"Trap him!!"

At this moment, the sound in the air made him wake up instantly.

Yu Guang saw that there was already a sea of ​​fire around, and countless fireballs were still flying in densely.

Corso suddenly thought of his powerlessness the first time he faced the blood in the Giant Valley.

"Roar~" With a roar that shook the sky, Corso rushed forward and he hugged Grote directly with those powerful arms.

And Grote hit Corso's chest with a punch and was directly trapped. He didn't expect that the other party would come such a blow, this cyclop didn't even attack him!

Rage rose in his heart, he wanted to kill this cyclops!!

No creature dared to let a warrior from the north be so close to the body, even the dragon would have to pay a high price.

At the moment he was about to fight back, countless fireballs came.

Gang Grote was just moving at high speed, no matter how many fireballs he could not hit him,

But at this time, after being restricted by Corso, the elemental fireball that was terrifying than the sea of ​​fire enveloped the land with fiery energy.

"The other cyclops spread out."

Li De's voice has brought a bit of uncontrollable anger.

Every Cyclops is a precious existence, not only fighting power, but also production capacity can play a role that humans cannot replace.

At this time, not only was Grot killed nearly fifty magic word bats, more than a dozen blood races, and even a non-renewable resource Cyclops was killed by him.

This loss made his teeth itchy.

As a level 15 cyclops, Corso's skin is immune to magic below the third ring.

In the Giant Valley, facing the endless magical bombardment of the blood clan, he forcibly supported for nearly five minutes without falling.

So he unscrupulously used a fireball to submerge Corso who restrained Grote.

He didn't believe that this northern warrior was really more resistant than Corso, a cyclops with the blood of ancient giants immune to magic below the third ring.

Hot and bursting.

Grote was drowned in a fireball after being restricted by Corso's desperate actions.

Even though it was Corso who suffered more damage because of his size problem, the terrifying heat wave still caused Grote, who had low magic resistance, to be fatally burned.

Grote was hugged tightly around his chest by Corso. Those two arms that were three times thicker than his waist were as heavy as mountains. Grote, who couldn't use it, had no skill even with a powerful fighter. Method.

He even had countless ways to kill this cyclops in one-on-one, but in this case, he could only compete with this cyclops with willpower and the most primitive power.

His left hand was tightly hooped to death, only his right hand could move, Grote hammered Corso's chest frantically with one punch after another.

And Corso's thick armor burst little by little under Grote's terrifying and dense attack.

The huge counter-shock force caused Corso to cough up blood continuously.

In the sky full of flames, the scene of the two fighting each other is cruel and crazy.

At this time, instead of stopping, the fireball became denser.

The kinsmen who had drunk the blood of magic power before the start of the battle did not have to worry about the consumption of magic power in the dark.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds, one minute later, Corso trapped Grote's center, and the rocks on the ground had begun to melt, turning into fiery red magma flowing out.

In the central area scorched by the fireball, Corso and Grote are still full of vitality, and Corso's anger due to the killing of the tribe makes him ignore the intense pain on his body.

He just wants to kill this damn human warrior!!

Grot, as a warrior in the north, had an unyielding and fearless soul, and his tenacious will made him never back down and give up.

Moreover, after activating the Northland bloodline, the powerful body's resilience also allowed him to use enough confidence and capital to deal with all this.

The fist in his hand was still frantically attacking the armor that was obviously thicker than Corso's chest. At this time, the armor was covered with cracks like spider webs.

Two minutes later.

The black armor on Corso's body had turned red under the heat of thousands of degrees, and even began to melt slowly.

Even Corso's pale wrinkled skin with extremely high magic resistance was still burned by the exaggerated heat.

The terrifying pain caused by the body being baked at thousands of degrees is unimaginable for outsiders.

"Roar~~~"

There was a roar in his throat, but Corso could feel that the damn human warrior in his hand was still fighting.

Even if he feels that his state is declining crazily, and he will die in the high temperature at most three to five minutes, but he still does not let go.

For the master of Kachar, for the city of dawn!

The brutality in the bloodline was activated by the severe pain, and Corso was now fearless.

The huge one-eyed eye has been closed tightly, and it is only relying on subconscious movements to tighten the damn human.

The flame is still a sky full of flames.

Grot couldn't see any other colors in his eyes, his lungs and throat would be burned every time he breathed, and the injuries he suffered would be quickly healed by the power of the blood.

But the damn Cyclops behind him still didn't let go, no matter how powerful his attack was, the other party didn't seem to be afraid.

He had stopped twenty seconds ago, because he felt the armor of the cyclops behind him was red.

Death is his destination.

Grot was still fearless, waiting for the moment when the Cyclops died behind him. He believed that victory would belong to him in the end.

Three minutes later.

All the armor on Corso's body has melted, and the hot molten iron is constantly bubbling.

Corso's will was close to numbness at this time, because he could no longer feel the pain in his body.

Every cell and every piece of skin in the body is madly sending severe pain to the brain, and the accumulation of countless severe pain has exceeded the range of the brain to accept.

Corso only felt that his vitality was fading fast,

He is dying.

After this idea appeared, scenes from the past came to mind.

Born in the Thunder Tribe when he was young, he grew up hunting,

Slowly in adulthood, he awakened his wisdom,

But in the battle for the position of the chief, he was broken and left his tribe because he could not beat his awakened brother.

Hungry and at a loss,

Corso still remembers how he felt at that time.

But as he accidentally came to the surface, everything changed.

Although he was defeated by the blood clan, he unexpectedly joined the City of Dawn and became one of them.

There is no killing here. Don’t worry about the poisonous beasts appearing in the swamp to kill him, don’t have to go out every day to find food, don’t be afraid of being hungry.

They are respected and admired by mankind here. He has lived a life he has never had before, and feels the safety and happiness he has never had before.

And now, it is time for him to contribute to the city of dawn.

He usually likes to go to the square to listen to the ideological education class in the city hall.

In class, it was said that Lord Kachar is the great existence that gives them everything,

Every resident of the City of Dawn should have fulfilled Master Qachar's order as an honor.

Every resident should contribute to the city of dawn.

Long ago, he needed to fight for the Thunder Horde,

He is now fighting for the city of dawn.

Right in the middle of the flame that Li De could not detect.

A change that no one expected is happening,

Because of the firm belief in his heart, Corso's vitality slowly stabilized.

In the crazy burning of thousands of degrees, some elusive changes slowly appeared in the blood.

The armor on his body turned into molten iron and melted into his body,

The hot molten iron, which was supposed to corrode and destroy everything, slowly merged with his skin and bones under the action of the mysterious power of the bloodline.

This is a more severe pain, but at this time Corso is numb, and he can't feel the changes in his body.

I only knew that I used all my strength to restrain this damn human warrior in his arms.

At this time, Grote's attack also slowed down, because he saw the armor turned into molten iron, corroding the cyclops under him a little bit.

Because of the high frequency of using the power of blood, although he has not touched the limit of automatically lifting the power of blood in twenty minutes, he still reached a critical value at this time.

If it hadn't activated the Fearlessness feature and possessed the exclusive feature of Jiyi, an extraordinary warrior, with his tenacious will, he would have eased a large part of the magic damage, even if he had already died many times.

But this is the case, Grote's eyes are slowly dimming.

He felt that he was going to die.

Maybe it was going to death with the cyclops behind him.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the Valkyrie of the North, who had been ignored by him just after the battle.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As a warrior who has experienced many difficulties, he will naturally not make low-level mistakes.

If he had protected the royal bloodline of the Northland from the beginning, he would never have survived until now.

Only when he attracts most of the enemy's attention on the other side, can his northern warriors have a chance to escape with the northern Valkyrie.

"After all, I'm dying, is the glory of the Northland really going to be ruined in my hands?"

Grot’s eyes were full of gloom, and he personally gave out the one horn of the Northland Rhinoceros, which symbolizes the honor of the Northland.

Later, for the blood of the golden race, he traded his treasure-Secret Silver Armor to the damn high priest of the shadow, for which he had to use the power of blood in this battle in advance.

If he wasn't caught by the Necromancer at first, maybe he could still retain a bloodline of the Northland.

However, without the commander of the royal family of the North, what is the use of preserving the blood of the North?

Grote slowly closed his eyes, and the northern warrior who had never retreated in fear had already had a foreboding that his death was coming.

At this moment, Grot suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the cyclops who had trapped him on the verge of death with a somewhat unbelievable expression.

A powerful and infinitely vigorous force revived vigorously in his body.

Bang bang~

Bang bang~

The huge heartbeat was like thunder.

In Grote's shocking eyes.

The molten iron melted into the Cyclops' body bit by bit.

It seems that the tumbling and bubbling molten iron is like ordinary spring water.

The melted armor became part of this cyclops.

And the wrinkled skin that had just been corroded slowly returned to normal at this moment, and there appeared a gray-white metallic color with a touch of bronze luster.

At a glance, he could feel the unshakable strong defensive ability.

Even Grot had a hunch that if the cyclops were now attacked by him jumping from under the sky, he would not suffer the same damage as before.

Powerful, mysterious and terrifying.

Grote, who was extremely weak, could only look at this powerful life slowly recovering with a complicated look.

The powerful northern warrior slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

He is too tired...

At this time, Li De, who was outside the sea of ​​flames, opened his eyes to the fullest.

"Ding~Lord of the Cyclops, Corso Thunder triggers bloodline evolution. The ancient giant's bloodline is activated and meets the special evolution conditions and successfully evolves into a bronze cyclops..."