At the same time, several meters deep under George's feet.
It was a huge underground cell. Like other underground cells, it was cold and damp. But strangely, this underground cell did not contain any rats, cockroaches, or any other small flesh-and-blood creatures that are common in underground cells. There was a figure that was as thin as a mummy and bound by countless rusty iron chains. His whole body was covered with scratches of varying depths, large and small, which looked even worse than the tattered human target in the training ground.
At this time, this thin figure was greedily licking the blood that leaked from the cracks in the cracked earth and fell from the cracks in the dungeon ceiling, mixed with the blood of George and Nick the Unicorn.
If you look closely, you will find that a wooden stake is stuck in his chest. The erosion of time and the damp and cold environment have caused this wooden pile to become somewhat rotten, and it no longer has the sealing ability it had at its peak.
Obviously, this is a vampire whose power has been sealed and imprisoned in a dungeon for a long time.
"How many years?"
After absorbing the last drop of blood that fell from the ceiling, the mummy-like vampire licked his dry lips. After fully absorbing the energy in the blood of George and Nick, the wounds on his body finally healed somewhat. His body looked much fuller, but soon, due to a serious lack of blood intake, the speed of wound healing on his body slowed down again.
It seemed that there was still something unfinished, and the vampire raised its head vigorously. Due to the long period of inactivity, the bones at the cervical vertebrae made a clicking sound like a rusty machine turning again.
"How many years have it been..."
The vampire sighed once again:
"It's been so many years since I've tasted the taste of blood. If I, Eamonn Hamlet, hadn't used the death spell to seal off the body's physiological functions and enter a deep sleep state, I would have been tortured to death by blood addiction. .Wait for me, those ignorant and ignorant family elders who caused me to be in such a mess, I will come to you for revenge now!"
Thinking of this, Eamon lowered his head and looked at the tattered wooden stake on his chest that was corroded by moisture. It was this wooden stake that sealed his power belonging to the vampire clan. He snorted coldly, gritted his teeth, and gathered the blood energy he had just drawn from his blood in his chest to resist the sealing power of the wooden stake.
With Eamon's unremitting efforts, he and the wooden pile were in a stalemate for a long time, and the wooden pile was finally overwhelmed and shattered into slag under the crushing power of magic.
"Ah...this is...the feeling of freedom!"
Feeling the energy in the blood crystal once again spread through his limbs and bones, Eamon felt very satisfied. He shook his body. The strong physical strength made the iron chains wrapped around Eamon's body scream. However, Eamon Not intending to waste his incompletely recovered strength on the tug-of-war with the iron chain, he turned his mind and activated the blood clan's secret technique - the Mist Transformation Technique instantly. In the state of blood mist, no matter whether the iron chain had No matter how hard it is, it can't restrict Eamonn's movements.
"Next, it's time to say hello to my sacrifice!"
Smelling the intoxicating smell of blood coming from the cracks in the dungeon ceiling, Eamon knew that he urgently needed a big meal to restore the physical energy he had lost over the years!
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