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In front of the silent graveyard, the young mage finally returned.
“Baisaro, did you find anything?” Black Duncan quickly got up from the ground.
The young mage paused for a moment, shook his head, and said, “That lord's speed was too fast; I couldn't keep up with him.”
Black Duncan sighed and turned to look at the exhausted guards.
Clearly, after a long run, everyone was nearly drained of energy. With Garen gone, it was unlikely anyone would want to continue on, so the group decided to rest here and wait for Garen's return.
The unique good news was that the two vampires would not approach for the time being; they seemed to be wary of Garen's lingering power and stayed at a distance, merely watching. However, this couldn't be considered entirely good news, as it was hard to believe that any vampire could resist the temptation with so much fresh blood around.
“I hope Sir Garen returns soon...”
Black Duncan prayed anxiously.
“Captain, haven’t you ever doubted it?” Baisaro suddenly asked.
Black Duncan was taken aback and looked at him in confusion.
Baisaro hesitated for a moment before saying seriously, “I don’t think this is all just an accident. Haven’t you really considered that lord might…”
Black Duncan waved his hand to interrupt him. “Don’t overthink it, Baisaro. Sir Garen is the best warrior I’ve ever seen. Besides, with his strength, why would he need to trap us like this?”
“Perhaps… he has other motives?” Baisaro squinted his eyes, thinking of another possibility.
“No way. Sir Garen would never do that…” Black Duncan sighed; he could tell that Baisaro was just overly tense.
However, Baisaro completely dismissed Black Duncan’s advice and sneered, “Yes, it must be! There have never been any problems near the mountains; why is it that as soon as he arrives, we fall into the blood clan’s trap? Hmph, this Garen is definitely not a good person; he…”
In the quiet graveyard, Baisaro's voice quickly reached the guards nearby, prompting several of them to come closer.
However, in this situation, once they heard Baisaro's speculation, they would surely fall into confusion. After all, at this point, Garen's existence was like the last line of defense in everyone's heart, the only hope for Unique to survive.
Black Duncan grabbed Baisaro by the collar and said in a low voice, "Baisaro! Stop your ridiculous speculations immediately, or you'll make me angry!"
Yet, faced with Black Duncan's fury, the young mage showed no signs of restraint.
"Captain, so many signs are pointing to this Garen, and you still refuse to accept the truth?" Baisaro laughed bitterly.
"What?!"
"He just said... Lord Garen?!"
"Baisaro, you'd better give everyone an explanation!"
The gathered guards looked at Baisaro with incredulous expressions.
"An explanation? At this point, what is there left to explain? It's all you blind fools who dared to let a demon join the team!" Baisaro coldly glanced at everyone. "And at such a time, you still place your hopes on this terrifying demon? Ridiculous!"
"Baisaro!" Black Duncan's expression darkened. If he allowed Baisaro to continue speaking, the team would soon fall into chaos.
However, before he could act further, a trembling voice came from among the guards.
"W-What should we do?"
"What else can we do... just wait to die!" Baisaro shouted as if he had gone mad. "We can't get out of here! Soon enough, those two vampires over there will come over and drain everyone's blood, even dig out your heart and eyeballs to suck on them!"
"Everyone here... Captain, me, you, you, and you... will all perish in this cursed place!"
Baisaro's cold laughter was sharp and echoed eerily in the dead silence of the graveyard.
"No, I don't want to die... I don't want to die!" Suddenly, one of the guards began to tremble while clutching his head.
Black Duncan rushed forward, trying to persuade, "Kugabat, don't listen to Baisaro's nonsense. He's gone mad; everything is..."
Before Black Duncan could finish his sentence, Kugabat suddenly let out a piercing scream.
"I won't die... my sword, yes, my sword... haha, come on! I will slice you all to pieces!" Kugabat laughed maniacally, brandishing his sword wildly at the air.
At that moment, a nearby tombstone began to tremble, and a decaying figure slowly rose from it.
"A vampire... another vampire!"
"We're doomed! We're all going to be killed; we will die here!"
The group descended into complete chaos, with countless screams echoing as more people succumbed to fear and fell into despair.
"Baisaro, have you lost your mind?!" Black Duncan shouted angrily at the instigator of this madness.
"Lost my mind? Haha, I was already insane the moment we stepped into this magic circle!" Baisaro's eyes were vacant, his face twisted into a cruel grin.
"It can't be... there must be a way..." Black Duncan took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Soon, he had an idea.
"That's it! Vampires awaken through fear; every person who breaks down will awaken a vampire... Naxus awakened the third one, Dort awakened the first... no, wait! Dort awakened the second! Then the first one..."
"Thud."
Just as Black Duncan finally sorted through his thoughts, a sharp pain shot through his chest. He looked down to see a glinting dagger embedded in his heart, blood gushing out.
"Baisaro, you..." Black Duncan's face was filled with disbelief.
"You could have died more easily."
At this moment, Baisaro's face showed no signs of madness; his eyes were as calm as a deep pool. "But... why must you be so clever?"
Vampires awaken by consuming fear, so where did the first vampire that killed Short Man come from? Everyone had been immersed in a joyful atmosphere at that time; how could anyone feel fear?
It was precisely at that moment that Baisaro returned.
Or rather, was it really Baisaro who came back?
Or...
A Baisaro who was no longer "human"?
From Black Duncan's perspective, he could see Baisaro's cheek gradually taking on a sickly pallor, two sharp fangs slowly growing out, and his pupils transforming into slits.
"Blood Slave..."
Black Duncan thought of something but still unwillingly asked, "Why?!"
Baisaro looked around at the chaotic scene as if he were admiring it. Finally, his gaze fell upon an unnoticed corner where a young blonde woman was curled up.
Baisaro's expression grew increasingly cold. "Because this woman must die!"
Black Duncan turned his head and immediately saw Yasthia. She was holding a strange stone, seemingly hesitating about something. However, the surrounding chaos was too overwhelming, and the conversation between him and Baisaro was too quiet for Yasthia to notice.
"A few vampires are not enough to kill this woman." A hint of vigilance rose in Baisaro's eyes as he continued to look at Black Duncan. "So, you will all become nourishment!"
"You will be punished..." Black Duncan weakly said, clutching the dagger in his chest.
"Are you referring to that lord?"
Baisaro let out a sneer. "He is indeed strong, exuding an aura that frightens me, but unfortunately, he won't be coming back."
Black Duncan's heart skipped a beat.
Baisaro continued with a cold laugh, "Just now, I made a deal with him. By now, Lord Garen is probably walking away with his reward!"
"Impossible! Sir Garen is not someone who covets wealth!" Black Duncan asserted firmly.
"I gave him three hundred gold coins."
Baisaro watched Black Duncan's resolute expression and continued, "And like me, he became a great Blood Clan subordinate through the Blood Slave Contract!"
Black Duncan finally wavered. After all, the Blood Slave Contract was like a gateway to the Blood Clan for humans; it could even lead to becoming a direct slave of the clan, granting astonishing status and identity.
But thinking of Garen's determined face, Black Duncan still couldn't believe it. Yes, how could such a righteous and outstanding warrior be swayed by filthy vampires?
Baisaro's lips curled into a mocking smile. "In the end, I offered him a chance to leave this place."
Upon hearing this, Black Duncan fell silent for a long time.
Indeed, facing so many troublesome vampires, even Garen might not be able to hold on. Moreover, for him, this small team was nothing but a burden.
Who would willingly give up the chance to live to help a group of burdens?
In this restless world, justice had long since decayed!
"Come now, my dear captain..."
Baisaro slowly crouched down and smiled. "Let me, the great Blood Slave under Solomon's Castle, see you off on your final journey!"
In Black Duncan's desperate gaze, Baisaro reached for the dagger, applying gentle pressure as he began to stir it slowly.
Suddenly, his movements came to a halt.
Black Duncan looked up and was met with an unbelievable sight!
A massive sword, gleaming with a sharp cold light, was poised against Baisaro's pale neck.
"Many years ago, my dear friend Zhao Xin once said something."
Garen spoke in a deep voice, "Before you ask what benefits Demacia can offer, you should first consider the consequences of blocking my path."
A stream of blood trickled from Baisaro's neck.
"Sir Garen!"
Black Duncan's weak voice carried a hint of surprise, but then he suddenly recalled something and shouted, "Be careful! He is no longer human!"
At the moment the words left his mouth, Baisaro transformed into a shadow, darting away like a giant bat towards the other end of Stormblade!
"It took me quite some effort to find the core of your magic circle."
Garen's gaze flickered. The instant Baisaro transformed, he raised Stormblade. Now, with a broad swing of the sword, he struck downwards. A dull thud echoed as Baisaro was sent crashing back to his original spot, reverting to his true form.
"This isn't fair!"
Baisaro stared at Stormblade in terror and shouted, "You are a warrior, and I am a mage... this kind of duel is unfair!"
For a mage who excelled in ranged attacks, close combat was always a disadvantage.
"In the face of justice from Demacia, there has never been fairness."
Garen said calmly, "And are you just stalling for time?"
Following Garen's gaze, he saw that within a short moment, four more members of the team had collapsed in succession. Their screams, shouts, and roars echoed continuously, each person engulfed in fear. In the distance, the number of vampires had increased to sixteen!
They were rushing towards them!
"You can't kill me! Even if you destroy the core of the magic circle, the fear here is already enough... you can't stop any of this!"
Baisaro suddenly laughed, his expression twisted. "Sir Garen, your unique choice before you is to take that Blood Slave Contract and become my companion, a member of the great Solomon's Castle!"
"Only then can you possess unimaginable wealth, and only then... are you destined to gain power!"
"As for the human race... heh heh, a naturally weak and timid group! Look at them; when faced with a crisis, these fellows can only shout and scream, filled with fear, utterly useless!"
"Come now, become a long-lived and powerful bloodline, and stop associating with the ugly humans!"
His gaze was filled with disdain as he looked at the human guards.
At that moment, his voice was abruptly interrupted.
With a clang, Stormblade was driven into the ground, the loud sound piercing everyone's eardrums and instantly capturing the attention of all the guards.
Their expressions ranged from fierce to bewildered to despairing... as if they were already prepared to face death.
"Despairing?"
"Despair is exactly right!"
Garen leaned on his Greatsword, his deep and resonant voice reached everyone's ears.
"But before you fall into despair, try to think about what stands behind you! Can't imagine it? No worries, I'll give you three seconds!"
"Have you thought about it? Standing behind you are your wives? Or your children? Perhaps your elderly parents? Good, I appreciate your expressions at this moment because they prove that you still have important people in your lives. This means you are still alive!"
The voice grew louder, like thunder.
"They are invaluable. You cannot bear to see them hurt, you do not want them to be lonely, and you even refuse to let them drown in sorrow without you!"
"So you cannot fall! Even if the path ahead is a sea of fire and the ground beneath is a mountain of blades, even if you feel utterly hopeless, you must grit your teeth and push through! Any factor that could affect them is an enemy that must be eradicated! Please silently chant the names of your loved ones! Please pick up your weapons! Please, be angry!"
"Demacia... will never waver!"
Under the effect of Talent Skill's "Fearless Spirit," Garen's voice reached everyone's ears, lingering long after he spoke.
Baisaro watched this scene in front of him, stunned for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed.
Did this guy really think he could help these people overcome their fear? What a joke! Under the fear of death, it was impossible for anyone to emerge unscathed!
Is there anyone in this world who is not afraid of death?
But just then, Baisaro suddenly found it hard to laugh.
"My fiancée is still waiting for me; I must go home... and tear them apart!" Naxus roared, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the group of vampires.
"My mother is seventy-four years old; she wants me to live well... how can I dare to die?!" Kugabat shouted as he grabbed his large sword.
"I have no family; I am an orphan... but I also want to live well!"
"How can we... how can we die at the hands of these filthy creatures?!"
"Kill them... survive!!"
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