Damon's mind slowly returned to normal, and his memory of nightmare gradually faded. By the way, I have not lived in this city for a long time, and I have not had the habit of sleeping on this bed... Maybe it is because of this reason that I have nightmare. He tried hard to convince himself to believe this reason, but found that his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

I was still scared? He couldn't help but smiled with a little self-deprecating smile. He knew that his betrayal played a decisive role in the final battle. As soon as the battle began, the vampires had an overwhelming advantage.

The Bin tribe warriors fought bravely - although Kedasa was a real bastard, his soldiers were all brave. They held their positions and resisted the attacks of the Immortal Legion. It was not until the vampire personally led the Black Knights to detour their rear and swept the entire front with powerful black magic, and finally defeated them. If Damon had made another decision at that time and had not turned against him, they might have the possibility of defeating the vampire.

However, he also knew that if he did not choose to betray, then the vampire would not accept the battle at all. Vampires have a hundred ways to drag the Binch clan to death. And it would cause more deaths and more tragic situations.

When the vampire captured Mir City, the fate of the Bin tribe was already determined. No, it should be said that when the Bin tribe accepted the tricks of the Ryans and agreed to "immigrate" to Sivania, the fate was already decided. But who is the blame for this? It was the decision passed by the Elders. Although Damon was a firm opposition, he was unable to save the overall situation.

But fooling is just fooling. Even though that Beller was very well-written by his combat plan, no one could find fault. However, when the war was about to begin, he disappeared immediately, three points more slippery than loach. The same is true for the people of the church. The news of the fall of Mir City came, and the magicians disappeared inexplicably.

Damon already felt that the entire move to move the Bin tribe to Sivania was a complete conspiracy. Kedasa was the main supporter and promoter of this matter, and the main destroyer and betrayer of this matter. If it weren't for his various actions, they would have had the possibility of defeating the vampires and occupying Sivania. The bastard had received the retribution he deserved - but the mess he left behind was thrown to others.

In any case, I at least protected my tribe. He comforted himself. Although the vampire was cruel and bloody, he at least kept his promise. In fact, the vampire was very generous. A few days ago, the vampire accompanied him to the foot of the city, and then promised to enthrone the city and the nearby land to Damon in front of all his subordinates...

...But the vampire may not be able to defend Sivania, because the Ryans must have been mobilizing troops and ready to take action... Without the restraint of the Bin clan, the Ryans can mobilize the soldiers who are swaying without worries... Damon thought about these things and wanted to fall asleep again, but at this time, his eyes saw a black shadow flashing outside the window.

Some kind of alert suddenly jumped into his heart, which was an instinct developed by years of combat life. The next moment, Damon had already jumped out of the bed, and slightly tidied up the quilt, piled up into a disguise that seemed to be someone lying inside, while he held a sword and hid in the corner of the room.

After just a few seconds of waiting, he saw a thin blade sticking out of the door crack and slowly and silently prying open the simple door lock. Then, someone carefully pushed open the door.

The guards outside made no sound. Either they were killed, or the uninvited guest cleverly took advantage of the short space of patrol.

Damon approached the wall, but for some reason, his heart stabilized at this moment. On the battlefield, he personally charged in person more than once, and countless times he let his life wander on the border of death. It was this experience that made him calm at this moment, like a stone statue, without making any sound.

A crossbow stretched in from outside the door. It was not a heavy military weapon. It was much smaller and easier to carry. The arrow on the crossbow reflected the moonlight outside the window, clearly showing a blue color.

Professional assassin? But it doesn't feel like... Standing in Damon's position, you can clearly see the crossbow trembling and even unable to aim at the position of the bed. This shows that the shooter is very nervous. If he is a professional assassin, it is absolutely impossible to make such a mistake. Moreover, for targets lying in the quilt, the crossbow is really not a good weapon. Because under the cover of the quilt, it is difficult for outsiders to judge where the target's body is. There is a high possibility of shooting in a crooked manner, and the crossbow only has one chance to attack.

But just as Damon's mind changed, the assassin had already shot an arrow. With a slight sound of breaking through the air, the arrow shot into the center of the quilt. Then the assassin rushed in, holding a dagger in hand, and pounced towards the bed.

The next second, Damon swung his sword to attack. The assassin's reaction was quick, stopping in time and turning around to resist the sudden attack. However, one side was ready to go, and the other side met suddenly, and the winner was decided immediately after the battle. Damon knocked away the opponent's weapon with one blow and kicked him to the ground. The assassin turned over and remembered that he was kicked violently in his head again, and immediately fainted.

"There are assassins!" A loud roar broke the calm of the night sky. In an instant, all guards from all directions started to move. There were running and shouting everywhere, and there were also shouting shouts in several corners.

When the storm subsided, there were four more prisoners in Damon's room, and the one he was knocked unconscious, a total of five. All five were forced to kneel in front of him in dejected manner.

It can be seen at a glance that these five people are not professional assassins, because all of them are minor teenagers. In fact, it is not difficult to arrest them, and no one of Damon's guards was even injured in the fight. The guards easily caught everyone.

The equipment of these assassins is also very simple. They all have no armor, and each of them carries a dagger. The crossbow is their strongest weapon. After seizing it, Damon discovered that the crossbow was not well-made, and it had limited range and power. If it weren't for the poison on the arrow, it would be difficult for this weapon to shoot an adult man without armor to death.

"Why are you here to kill me? Who asked you?" Damon asked after carefully checking the assassin's equipment.

"You are a traitor, you betrayed our clan!" The young man in the lead glared. "If it weren't for you, Lord Kedasa wouldn't have died! We wouldn't..."

"Traitor?" Damon sneered and interrupted the other party. The teenagers looked familiar. He couldn't remember who they were, but he was sure that they all belonged to his tribe.

"I ask you, the vampires captured Mir City and controlled all the elderly, weak, women and children of our clan. Who is the fault of this? Who is responsible for this? Is it me on the front line or Kedasa, the closest to Mir City?"

"But Lord Kedasa always sticks to his honor..."

You have never seen him kowtow to the vampire before he died! Damon cursed in his heart again! That greedy and stupid guy died in his vampire in such a cowardly manner.

"If I am a traitor, then I am a traitor for you too. I am a traitor so that you can survive, not become a member of the vampire's army of living dead! I am a traitor to protect you! Protect your father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, brother, sister! Without me, the vampire would kill all you and drive your bodies to fight!"

"Do you want honor, right? Do you want justice, right? I know you are happy to die for justice and honor! But when surrounded by vampires, why don't you break through? Why do you hide there and wait and let me exchange betrayal for your rescue?!"

His voice was not loud, but the anger and majesty contained in the voice overwhelmed the other party. Several teenagers lowered their heads and didn't say a word.

"If you think I am not honored, then I especially allow you to leave! You don't have to follow me to endure the disreputation! The vampire's slave barracks are waiting for you! You can also try to resist the vampire! Maybe he will leave your life so that he can kill all your relatives in front of you!"

These two young men are silent, and they are even more dejected than before.

"Where did you get in?" Looking at the other party's speechless look, Damon began to ask another topic.

Of course, this interrogation ended easily. In fact, these boys were just hot-headed, not very far-sighted, nor were they experts. They just met dead rats and were lucky enough to walk around from a corner without patrol.

Damon waved his hand and asked his men to take away the boys. He did not intend to severely punish these ignorant boys. After all, rumors in the tribe that were unfavorable to him are everywhere. The title of traitor and traitor has long been put on his head. Fortunately, the soldiers knew the causes and consequences and always maintained their loyalty to him.

When everyone went out, he closed the door and chuckled at the empty room.

"Come out, I know you're here."

A surprising sound came from an inconspicuous corner of the room. Then, a shadow separated from the darkness and moved towards the center of the room. Every time it moved a little distance, it changed a little color. By the time we arrived in the middle of the room, the shadow had become a person.

Just like the moonlight outside the window, Damon clearly saw this mysterious man - this is a woman wearing a piece of armor made of metal and leather. This set of armor is not hanging on her body like ordinary armor, but is "stuck" on her body. The figure of a woman is clearly visible against the backdrop of the armor. The mysterious man wears a slightly weird helmet on his head, with his nose and mouth covering his helmet, only a pair of eyes exposed.

In the moonlight, you can clearly see the mysterious woman's head full of light red and her long hair like flames. The armor on her body also turned blood red under the moonlight at this moment.

"It's amazing, I can actually discover me!" said the mysterious woman.

"I didn't notice you," Damon smiled, "but after those boys explained the route just now... I knew that someone had warned me first." He looked at the armor. Without other evidence, the blood-red armor alone clearly showed that this woman was sent by a vampire. But Damon was not sure if this woman was also a vampire. "The Duke of Blood cares so much about me?" he asked.

"He doesn't want you to die so soon, so I'll play a guest role as a bodyguard for the time being." The mysterious woman replied. "But I can't stay for long. Your guards are very capable. Today is really just a chance. They are not familiar with the nearby terrain."
Chapter completed!