Chapter 167

In the vicinity of the plant, ten dark seers' figures were descending the steep embankment, all of them holding heavy weapons. It wasn't like they were going to murder him, but Naghas couldn't bear all of the curses of this pests at the same time. Even if the gods could live for eternity and resist serious physical injury, they were still essentially flesh and bone, and those magical arrows were such a pain in the arse that he wished they would never touch his skin in the first place.

However the seers may possess magical mumbo jumbo powers and live for several hundred years, but if they are exposed to enough vampire blood, or worse, if they are severed from their heads, they will die just like any other living person in the same manner as any other living being.

But not without a fierce battle on their hands. Even their leader, Robert Moore, the disciple of their leader, their master, was little more than a well-trained warrior in comparison to this old seer. Nevertheless the