Chapter 209 The First Blood

Bang!

Winston Jean Stewart held a hunting rifle and watched the strange man with green lights like ghost fire in his eyes fall down with his only remaining grave robber companion, Forday.

In the dark night, the light of the torch illuminated two sweaty faces.

"Hurry up, it must not be dead yet." He took his torch back from Forday and quickened his pace to bypass this section of the road.

As he said, the body was struggling on the ground, and it seemed to want to stand up, but the shot just now broke its legs, and it could not catch up again.

"I still have bullets."

Forday followed him and looked back tremblingly, and took out the pistol again.

"Don't shoot!" Winston shouted.

The shot just now had exposed their position in the forest. If they continued to shoot, they might attract other monsters.

While teaching Forday a lesson, Winston also cursed the world in his heart.

They worked hard for so many days, but they would definitely not get the reward promised by the old hunter Schmidt, because just a few hours ago, they tricked the old man out under the coercion of the group of gunmen with soldier temperament, causing him to be caught by the group. Even if the old man behind him could get away, he would definitely settle accounts with them after he came out.

But this is definitely not their fault.

Winston convinced himself that if they didn't do what the gunmen said, they would probably have been locked up by the locals now.

The gunmen didn't know where they knew their identity as tomb robbers, and this identity was only punishable by hanging in the laws of most areas.

The source of the information of the group could only be two places, if it was not Schmidt who accidentally leaked it after being drunk, it was Creighton Belleau. And no matter which one it was, they could never go back.

They must leave Gevaux as soon as possible, even if they only use their legs.

When Winston thought about how he was unwelcome like a street rat wherever he went, the humiliation of falling into the criminal world once again clouded his heart, but now, he didn't miss the noble and poor days in the past.

After escaping to a place where he couldn't see the monster directly, Fudai was still reluctant to leave.

"Are we really not going back to kill that guy? Maybe he has some supplies that can give us supplies."

"If you think ordinary lead bullets can kill it, just try it yourself." Winston's pace did not slow down at all. Although he was panicked, he still retained his rationality. "I have seen this kind of thing before. If it is the most powerful one among them - ordinary bullets can only temporarily restrict its movement, unless you cut off its head with a knife, or use silver bullets."

In order to keep a distance, they didn't even see the specific appearance of each other, and could only barely recognize that it was a human figure, but the pair of glowing green eyes were definitely not possessed by humans.

Forde shuddered and did not insist, but said in a tired tone:

"Damn, why are there so many ghost things in Gevaux?!"

He sincerely regretted the current situation. They should have known that there was a problem here, otherwise Big Paul and his group would not have given them this opportunity to make a fortune. Those gunmen must have been attracted by something abnormal. The treasure Schmidt was looking for was definitely not simple.

As they got farther and farther away from Gevaux, they recalled another missing companion, which cast a haze over their thoughts.

As they moved forward, the fire continued to move in the woods, scaring away the flying birds. Even if doing so might attract covetous eyes, they had to light torches, because human eyes were not enough to see at night, but the fewer other unnecessary actions that might expose themselves, the better.

Even in the deep winter, they were sweating because of tension and fear.

On the way, the two prayed that the monster they had just defeated would not recover so quickly. Even if it recovered, they would retreat in front of the musket and not bear grudges. The bullets they brought out could be fired at most 20 times. If they wanted to return to the city, they might not be enough for hunting and foraging on the road, unless they happened to meet a carriage passing by.

But things did not go as they wished.

Ian climbed up.

He didn't know what happened yet, and his legs became weak and collapsed, but after a while, the pierced flesh and blood recovered as before, and only the hole in the pants proved that a bullet had been here.

"Was I shot?" he asked in confusion.

He was confused because he couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly and didn't feel any pain. Naturally, he wouldn't be angry about it.

But this amazing healing power is not without price. He became even more hungry.

With almost no hesitation, he followed the road where the two red lights had just passed, leaving very strange traces there, like vortexes and snowflakes. It was like the smoke left in the air after the fluorescent industrial whale oil burned, mixed with the smell of human mouth.

But it didn't mean it was uncomfortable, on the contrary, it was an ambiguous connection.

This made him instinctively feel that the traces were left by living creatures.

Fresh, delicious. He could even sense the other person's gender and weight. Before this, he didn't have such ability at all.

He ran in the darkness, chasing the feeling.

One thing that would be surprising to anyone who could watch unnoticed is that Ian Lazarus walked on the same ground that Winston walked on. Because of the pioneering work of his predecessors, he can navigate bushes and uneven ground without any hindrance.

Like a night breeze, he quietly caught up with the two groups of red light.

But soon, he was also noticed because of the target's excessive vigilance.

"It's catching up!"

Fudai, who was responsible for guarding the rear, screamed. He fired at the green light dot that appeared in the distance. Without looking at the result, he turned around and ran as fast as he could without saving his energy.

In such a dark environment, of course his bullet missed the target. Their previous plan was to save bullets and wait for the monster to get close before shooting. Otherwise, they would lose precious bullets and waste precious firing opportunities.

Winston silently cursed an idiot, but then followed suit.

"Load! Load!" He shouted at Fudai regardless of his volume.

They only have two muzzle-loading guns, and their accuracy can only be accurately controlled within fifty yards. If the monster catches up and the remaining bullet in his gun chamber cannot hit it, they will He could only fight the monster up close. Fukudai had to recover the number of shots fired before then, and keep taking turns with him on the offensive in order to resist the monster.

As long as the enemy is still affected by the bullet, the experience of the former Warrant Officer 2 can still be used.

Fudai ran ahead without any response. He just threw down the torch in a daze, and the flames began to spread on the pile of dead leaves.

Winston couldn't tell from behind whether he was doing this to load the gun, or whether he was simply stupid, thinking that dropping the torch would make the monster lose its target.

But no matter what his purpose was, it was impossible to achieve it.

In the absence of light, it was naturally more difficult to see the ground clearly. Soon, a stone pierced the ground tripped Fukudai. He fell forward and hit the dead tree next to him. After a dull crash, he groaned in pain and rolled on the ground.

Winston had already surpassed him, but when he heard the wail, he instinctively stopped and rushed over to help Fudai. The poor guy's face was already covered in blood.

"Get up quickly!" he urged: "The monster is about to catch up!"

In order to help Fudai return to his post as soon as possible, Winston tried his best to lift him up, but this had little effect. He seemed unable to hear a word of the letter, and his hands and feet could not play a supporting role. Just wailing, Winston just let go and fell back again.

He couldn't let him drag him down anymore - this thought flashed through Winston's mind.

He backed away from Fukudai, then ran wildly with a torch without looking back, taking off his bloody coat and throwing it away as he ran.

What is more humiliating than committing a crime is the act of abandoning his companions. He is really becoming more and more depraved. Winston thought sadly that not only did he abandon his innocent identity, but he also lost his morality at this moment, but there is no justice. Ju could save his life at this moment, all he could do was run as fast as possible.

The new vampire stopped chasing him, but stopped next to Fukudai under the tree.

Even though the leaving red light gave him a more tempting feeling, he had to satisfy his burning hunger before he could further consider how to taste delicious food. Unmoving food obviously had higher priority than moving food. of higher.

Ian pierced his four fangs into the soft flesh, and blood spurted out from his blood vessels and was drank down his throat. It was as if a traveler in the desert had finally arrived at the oasis, and the burning fire in his body was immediately consumed by the sweet spring water. After it was extinguished, he closed his eyes tightly and felt the liquid flowing in his body and being slowly absorbed by his body. As a result, more power emerged, and the indescribable pleasure almost made him ascend to heaven.

Just like an extremely anemic person regaining health, the supplementary energy allows him to recover the functions he had originally lost due to hunger.

Ian Lazarus opened his eyes, and more and more bright and colorful light particles appeared in front of his eyes. They combined to form the image of the world in his eyes, even in the dark night.

He finally saw the shape of his treat.

"O Creator of all living beings!"

Ian pushed the body away suddenly and looked at his hands in disbelief. Not only his hands, but also his sleeves were stained with blood. And the temptation coming from those red liquids was exactly the same as the "good wine" he drank before.

He had already done a lot of homework in order to hunt dark descendants, but now that he had sucked blood, he could recall his memories faster.

"I've become a vampire! But how? What happened before?!"

He collapsed on the ground, his body shaking.

Six hours ago, Clayton and Hyde were looking for trouble with the Salvation Army.

Although it is not clear what the connection between Schmidt and the Salvation Army is, apart from these people, no other existence is more suspicious than them. As Schmidt's apprentice, Hyde has enough reason to avenge his teacher, and other patrol members also have the responsibility to protect the locals.

The hunter's apprentices gathered together, and when they went to the stables to check, they found that the Salvation Army had taken away all the mounts.

Alarm bells were sounded in the town, and the news spread quickly, calling the patrol back to the town.

After replanning, the patrol members selected 15 people as the main force to hunt down the gunmen according to the traces, and the rest revised the patrol route and retracted to the town to carry out limited defense work.

Although Clayton did not intend to abandon Donna to participate in this risky operation alone, he owed Schmidt a favor after all, and did not want to see these young people sacrifice in vain, so he temporarily taught these patrol members some gunfight experience.

He did not expect this knowledge to protect all these people, but it might still save a few lives in the inevitable battle.

When the teaching was over, he left the town's meeting hall and walked towards the hotel, intending to have another good meal.

However, an old acquaintance blocked his way and made a request to him.

Clayton narrowed his eyes, he was very confused.

"Sorry, Ms. Barbara, what do you mean by 'I lost a person in the wild'?"