Although the Demon Cult's large ship took a detour in the middle that everyone was quite satisfied with... the Two-Headed Giant Druid completed his duty of guarding nature, and the Undead hoped that the brighter the sunshine, the better when they arrived.
However, this time, standing at the bow were already Xue Yunfeng and the Undead. Those full-of-ambition Quesenta female mages, although they also tacitly gave up that captured companion, still looked very sad and kept wiping away tears in their cabins.
Naturally, their newly appointed followers could only stay in the cabins to comfort these panicked little darlings, unable to charge onto the island for battle first.
The Undead didn't care about such trivial matters with them either... After all, given the Halflings' commission, they certainly wouldn't want to let those Toril folk go in first.
Those people might not have much courage, but their discernment was definitely quite good.
Xue Yunfeng contentedly felt the warmth of the sunlight, smiled as he placed his left hand against his forehead, and looked at the gloomy yet majestic castle on the cliff.
Although above the Vampire Castle there was a Dark Canopy that never dissipated, but... no matter what kind of magic it was, as long as it was cast by a person, there was always a way to break it.
The sun, at least the sun here in Toril, had also suffered quite a bit, and being swallowed by world-ending behemoths wasn't a first or second time... But the vampires on Snowfall Island probably didn't have that ability.
This inexplicable chaos on the ship instead proved the all-bark-and-no-bite nature of the vampires.
People with a bit of brain actually understood: true powerhouses, how would they play any conspiracy tricks, they would only directly crush.
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