Griffith, who had completed a series of blows, took two steps back, swayed and fell to his knees. Using the power he just gained took a toll on his body.

"Griffith," Sonia hurriedly ran up to support the apprentice knight who was kneeling on the ground, and hurriedly took out the healing potion and fed him to drink.

The severe injury to the waist left Griffith speechless in pain. The counterattack just now was driven by the ability after the promotion. If it were an ordinary person who suffered this blow, he would undoubtedly lose his combat effectiveness.

"He didn't go far," Galadia guarded the two of them. "After receiving such a four-hit combo, this vampire can still display extraordinary abilities?! What an amazing resilience. He must have touched the Sequence Six's threshold."

The fiery healing potion poured into Griffith's mouth, slightly suppressing the piercing pain. Although he still can't stand up, the wound on his waist is quickly stopping the bleeding and closing his mouth under the action of the potion.

"You go first, I... come to hold him," Griffith took a while to speak again, "Although blood races are rare, I have seen them in the east, and the blow just now is enough to hit them hard. I can sense it. Baron Anselm's madness lingers nearby, and he has mutated. While losing some orthodox abilities, he may have gained an even more unpredictable vitality."

"Don't think about this," Galadia rejected the apprentice knight's suggestion. "The gap between your strengths is too great. Without my cover, you won't be able to delay for long. You can't use the ability just now for a second time. We can only deal with him together, or delay and win as long as the professors get to us."

"But we can't wait for him to attack us," Sonia said after thinking. "Griffith is seriously injured. If he attacks again like just now, we can't bear it."

"You are right. Then we will launch the attack, and my inspiration should be able to find his trace," Galadia said. "Be quiet, I want to listen and scout for his breath."

"Wait, this is the Whispering Forest, your inspiration may lead you to find something even worse," Sonia grabbed a pocket knife, took a few steps forward, turned and said to Galadia, "Whispering. The danger of the forest comes from mental pollution, which is why the creatures here become chaotic and crazy. I have a more convenient and safer way, it hurts~”

While speaking, the blonde girl slashed her palm with a knife, and the crystal blood beads rolled down with the blade.

"Sonia, what are you doing?" Griffith was taken aback. In this forest, the smell of blood would make Sonia a prey.

Galadia shook her head and replied for Sonia:

"The pollution of the Whispering Forest has strengthened Baron Anselm's life, but it has also eroded his sanity.

"Vampires are calm, cunning hunters, but while pollution strengthens his vitality, his primitive bloodthirsty instincts also transcend reason. Sonia is using her own blood to lure him out of the dark, get ready!"

A black gale rushed out from the depths of the forest, mixed with mad cries.

"Blood! Ah, pure maiden's blood!"

"Where's the drop? Where's the drop! Let me take a lick!"

Griffith didn't even have to concentrate to see the chaotic psionic ripples surging in the wind, and the vampire was obviously on the verge of mania.

Galadia locked onto the gust of wind and began to sing, and the silver light gathered on her arrows, forming a dazzling light.

"Dark creature, I pray for the blessing of the star goddess for you!"

Pure silver light blooms. The darkness in the forest receded like a tide.

Griffith charged forward with dual weapons. The silver light hit the wind before him, shattering it into a shattering black mist.

"Wow—ah! You say this thing is a blessing?!"

Baron Anselm fell to the ground with a scream.But he jumped up immediately, completely ignoring that the silver light was tearing his body, and danced towards Sonia, completely forgetting dodge and defense.

The elf's arrows shot in succession, knocking him back a step or two each time.

Sure enough... Griffith struggled to get up and smashed a bottle of lesser slowness potion at the feet of the baron, who was covered in arrows like a porcupine. As a cloud of yellow smoke rises, the vampire baron's frenzy mutates into a comical slow motion.

Griffith raised his sword and axe and slashed towards the vampire like a chop. The feeling of starting this time is still dry, but it does not feel like chopping wood and soil as before. Obviously, the blood baron has been attracted by the blood, and appeared directly in the battle as the deity.

Sonia, who was the bait, was also frightened by the blood baron's pig, but under the continuous repulsion of the potion and Galadia, Baron Anselm's movement speed was almost reduced to the limit, and he was about to be killed. Killed in an assault.

However, as the rancid blood continued to splash out, Griffith found that the Baron's eyes full of confusion and mania actually appeared a little clear.

"Griffith, get out of the way!" Galadia only had time to shout.

Baron Anselm, whose vitality had dropped to a certain level, seemed to have suddenly gotten rid of his madness. He stopped his sprinting footsteps in an instant, and raised his hand to hit Griffith's wrist. A huge force came from the wrist, accompanied by the sound of bone cracking. The long sword in Griffith's right hand flew out immediately, and the severe pain also came from the wrist later.

What a powerful force, just a single blow like this broke my bones! Griffith didn't have time to be surprised, and slashed the axe in his left hand at the blood clan.

A faint golden light gathered on the blade of the axe, turning the divine power into a sharper edge.

The axe slashed the vampire's shoulder, and immediately brought out a foul-smelling body fluid, mixed with a crackling sound.

"Not bad!" Baron Anselm shrugged aside, nodding slightly and commenting when he had time to comment, and said in a charming voice, "The blessing of the elves and your power have greatly restrained me, but today I have to thank you , although you are full of malice."

Baron Anselm regained his composure from the massive blood loss and the burning of the Holy Light: "Although it is not my intention, but I must first absorb the blood of this man, and then come back to enjoy the dinner!"

Galadia threw away the longbow, took out the silver long knife from her waist, and appeared behind the vampire like a whirlwind, slashing towards the back of the corrupted baron's neck: "Griffith, dodge!"

"It's useless!" Baron Anselm pointed his finger at the apprentice knight, "I'll show you the power of the Nightblood. Follow me into a gust of wind!

"Blood Curse Blood Bat Storm!"

A mass of black bats exploded from Baron Anselm's body, rolling up Griffith, who was caught off guard, and rushed towards the depths of darkness.

Galadia smashed a dozen bats with lightning-like cuts. But there was no way to stop Griffith being rolled up by the rest of the bats and disappearing into the endless darkness.

...

"Yuck~"

Griffith braced himself hard and got up from the ground dizzy. The bones of the whole body are shaking, the fingers and toes are almost lost, the mouth is full of bitter taste, the stomach is tumbling, and I really want to spit out the stomach acid.

The vampire baron who was fighting with him just now has disappeared, the surrounding is still thick darkness, and the silence is mixed with heart-pounding ravings.

Dizzy, so dizzy... The babbling sound was closer than before, and even the vision began to turn yellowish brown.

Griffith barely remembered being swept up by the bats gushing out of the Baron's body and flying for a while into the depths of the forest. Now, all his swords and axes have been lost, and only two daggers are left with him.

Griffith pulled out the dagger and held it in his hand, fumbling for the small bag he was carrying.

Several small bags containing the medicine were still around because they were tightly bundled. But the dry food and the water bottle didn't know where they fell.

This is bad, and I don't know where I was taken...

"Haha, this feeling is really rare~" Baron Anselm's voice came from one side.

Griffith hurriedly followed the prestige and saw that the baron of the blood clan was lying in tatters under the big tree not far away. He lost his left arm and had a large hole in his stomach.

"Do you know?" said the blood race baron bleakly, "After staying in this forest for a long time, I have been unable to activate most of the blood race's spells. After a few blows from you, cough... After a little blood, my brain turned out to be as good as it used to be, and some of my strength was restored."

After saying this, the blood baron stood up and stepped closer to Griffith: "I have to add some nutrients, um, appetizers, and then go to enjoy those two girls. You think I sucked them first. Enjoy them before the blood, or enjoy them first... Wow~ It sounds a bit nasty, but I *&$%!"

Griffith quickly took out a bottle of secondary healing potion and poured it into his mouth, trying to heal the broken arm. But after the fiery burning sensation, he didn't feel the healing effect he hoped for.

"Haha! Waste it, human!" Baron Anselm laughed. "Potion has a limit!"

Taking the same potion again during the cooldown of the effect has no effect.

Oops! Griffith's waist injury has not yet healed, and the wrist of his right hand has also been broken. He waved the dagger in his left hand and stabbed the blood baron with all his might.

Before the dagger stabbed Baron Anselm, a blood-colored light flashed from Griffith's left wrist. His wrist flew out with the dagger attached, and the blood didn't even have time to spray out.

"Wow!" Griffith groaned in pain and took two steps back. Even on the Eastern battlefield, he never encountered a situation where his wrist was cut off.

He suddenly heard a dull, loud noise, as if something had been torn apart. The pain came from his chest, almost knocking Griffith unconscious.

The baron's right hand pierced through his chest and out of his back.

"Useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless!" Baron Anselm was sometimes sober, sometimes mad, and began to chant.