Arauthator stared at the chaotic kitchen in bewilderment. Was there something wrong with these vampires? Powerful enemies surrounded them outside, and they were still throwing a banquet?
He slowly raised his head and looked up... He had no idea whether banquet tables had also been laid out in the hall on the top floor, but... the small fry down here had definitely started eating in the kitchen.
Only after the castle's defenses had been completely destroyed had they chosen to flee or head upstairs to fight for their lives.
What was this supposed to be? Making sure they died on a full stomach?
Wait... what was it that let undead spirits taste things again?
If his guess was right... these low-ranking vampires had probably taken advantage of the vampire duchess being too occupied with Imaskar's Seventh Secret Device to spare them any attention, and decided to give their doomed selves one last bout of drunken oblivion.
Arauthator's expression remained unchanged, but countless thoughts raced through his mind.
He had always been on good terms with the Undead, so of course he knew about the halflings' request for help. But... that thing was a divine artifact. There was no way it would be left in a kitchen with people constantly coming and going and not even a door.
Besides, the moment they had discovered the Dragon Orbs, Xue Yunfeng had speculated that both dragon gods might appear. At the very least, Bahamut would definitely come.
For some reason, the Undead were particularly confident about this: whenever something with far-reaching consequences happened, some heavyweight they had absolutely no hope of fighting would inevitably show up.
Arauthator had found that rather hard to believe! Why would Tiamat sacrifice her divine power over something like this?
This was a one-of-a-kind freak who would retrieve