Blood slaves are humans raised by vampires to drink blood. Of course, some vampires have strong tastes and raise a bunch of beautiful orcs.
As for dwarves and barbarians, generally speaking, the tastes of vampires are not that heavy.
But no matter what race they are, the blood slaves maintain their original racial characteristics. Human beings are human beings, cat people, rabbit people, and fox people are cat people, rabbit people, and fox people. They will never change.
As for the blood servant, it is the product of the vampire giving a little blood and forcibly changing the race. It can be said to be a degraded version of the vampire.
Due to degradation, their strength is stronger than humans, but weaker than vampires; they are also afraid of the sun and will be harmed by it; they need to drink blood regularly...
When the Glorious Holy See catches a blood slave, it can also give him atonement and baptism according to different circumstances; but when it catches a blood slave, there is usually only one result.
put to death.
They will be burned alive in the sun, or, if some blood servants die slowly, depending on the mood of the host, a pyre will be set up and burned alive.
"Send those blood servants to the opposite side." The deputy referee of Lucerne ordered without hesitation:
"Tell them that if they can climb to the entrance of the hospital, they will live; if they can't climb, they will die. Most of the guys opposite will not have any mercy on them."
"yes."
"Send someone to watch. If they are taken in, spread the word that the Royal Maternity and Infant Hospital has taken in a group of vampires."
"……yes."
"If they are handed over to the authorities, then spread the news that the royal family has executed a group of vampires and their partners who were fighting alongside them just now. Then, send the news back to the Glory Holy City and have people spread it to the vampires."
"But……"
"But what? Are you going to disobey my order? Or, do you sympathize with these blood servants?"
The deputy chief judge of Lucerne asked with a sneer. The priest who stood in front of him respectfully and had been recording orders raised his head and said hesitantly:
"But, I don't think they look like blood servants..."
"What's that like?!"
The deputy referee raised his eyebrows. The priest lowered his head and rushed to answer before his boss got angry:
"Like leprosy!"
The deputy referee's expression softened slightly. Whether it was blood servant or leprosy, he just listened to a few reports. However, since the priest said so, he would go over and take a look.
Lord Lucerne followed his subordinates to the prison, and took a distant look at the filth in the depths of the cell through the iron bars. He turned around and left, returned outside, and cursed the priest:
"You can't even see the blood servants? You can actually see it as leprosy? Huh? Didn't you see their fangs? Didn't you see the bloody roots of the teeth? Didn't you see the bloody eyes?"
He rebuked one after another, moving his fingers and poking at the priest's face:
"If you insist on saying it's leprosy, are you too poor, or do you still sympathize with these guys?!"
The priest could only cry and keep lowering his head in confession. The Grand Magistrate of Lucerne had no intention of arguing with him, snorted coldly, walked away.
The miserable priest was left behind to arrange ships, people, food and water, and to intimidate the blood servants:
"There is only one way to survive. Remember to move forward and follow the person who leads the way. You must reach it, otherwise you will die!"
Three days later, a merchant ship loaded with salted fish, potatoes and linen swayed ashore in the Kingdom of Kent. In the dead of night, the bottom warehouse was opened, and dozens of ragged poor people were blasted to the shore and driven forward:
"Follow the light ahead!"
"Go, go!"
“If you can reach a place, you will live; if you cannot reach it, you will die!”
Early the next morning, Grete was woken up from his sweet dream by someone. The person who called him was a local nurse. She finally didn’t bang on the door, but her voice was not low at all:
"Your Excellency the Mage! Your Excellency the Mage Nodmark! Help! A group of vampires are coming to the door!"
Gretel:!!!
The Vampires are coming? Are they coming now? After the palace banquet, he had a few words with Commander Drake and learned that on the way back this time, they had dropped off the Vampires at the northern end of the Black Continent.
So, were some people forgotten and brought here all the time while lying in coffins? Or was there another group of people who went to Nevis and then stopped by the royal capital to see him?
He thought quickly, got dressed, opened the door and went out. The nurse's face was pale, and she was obviously frightened:
"Lord Bernard has rushed over! Mr. Master, you"
Just as Grete was about to speak to comfort him, two priests came quickly across the corridor. One was the priest of the Spring Temple, and the other was a servant of the God of Nature. They walked and argued:
"Just let the guards drag this guy away! Why are you so close? What if he bites you and turns you into a vampire?!"
"They are not blood servants! They have no dark aura, they should just be patients!"
what's the situation?
Grete walked out quickly. There was a creak from the next door, and Miss Silver Dragon also opened the door and followed him out.
When I walked to the gate of the hospital, it was just dawn. Outside the door, there were a group of refugees huddled in clusters on the east and west. Gretel didn't even need to count. With a glance, he estimated that there would be about forty or fifty people, and it would be full.
A chair in the waiting area requires at least a dozen medical staff...
The breeze blew by, and the stench that had accumulated for countless days immediately hit his nose, interrupting his thoughts. Reflexively, Grete and Cerela frowned at the same time.
Grete turned around subconsciously, wanting to arrange for someone to build a shed and boil water for them to take a bath. However, after Cerela frowned, she let out a low sigh:
"They are not vampires!"
"you sure?"
Grete looked forward hard. The distance was a bit far, and he couldn't see the details of the opponent clearly, so he couldn't help but speed up his pace. Cerira nodded hard:
"That's right! Definitely not! They don't have the cold smell of the Vampires! Huh?"
Under the tattered clothes and tightly wrapped headscarf, faces turned around with red spots and swelling. The skin on the face was covered with scabs, which were finely broken and covered with scales;
The eyes were red and bloodshot, as if they might bleed at any time;
Ulcers at the corners of the mouth, cracked and swollen lips, pointed teeth, and bloody tooth roots exposed...
Every feature looks the same as a degraded version of the vampire.
Bernard had been standing at the door, holding the door latch and watching. When he saw the refugees making a commotion and squeezing each other to the ground, he quickly raised the door latch to stop them:
"Don't crowd, don't crowd, stand still! What about you? Don't come close! Wait until the boss calls!"
Gretel turned a blind eye and observed intently. Cerira turned to look at him. After watching for a while, she saw that his eyes were focused on the refugee and did not leave. She reached out and tugged his arm:
"Gretel, what are you looking at? Didn't I say they are not vampires?"
"I know not." Gretel muttered in a low voice:
"I was just thinking, they are..."
Is it porphyria? Solar dermatitis? Purpura? Or some other disease?
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