71 Training the Enchanter pt5: Bloodpulse (2/2)

”Forgive me” gasped the Assassin as he struggled to try and cut his hand and offer his essence.

”Too late” sneered Draig lopping the fools head clean from his shoulders and collecting the lifeblood leaking from the wound.

The trio behind him sighed in relief seeing the result of refusal was dealt swiftly and mercilessly.

”Little Faker, grab his belongings” commanded Draig seeing as the girl wasn't the cause for the pulse he didn't need to be particularly concerned with her.

Sherry nodded and turned to the Ogre like man.

”You heard him, grab the bag and keep up.” ordered Sherry turning around to follow Draig once again.

Draig ignored the tag a longs and delved into his thought's trying to discern the source of the pulse, every time it had happened before he had seen a leap in strength. Thus his desire to find the cause was overpowering.

'If it's not the girl, then what is the origin' thought Draig trying to remember what was similar about both the events.

He walked for hours without finding another group, his lack of victims was causing his anger to grow once again.

That was until he remembered something he had gained from the Founder's knowledge that had been assimilated.

”Strom” called Draig in revelation causing the group behind him to freeze at the sudden outburst.

'The Strom branch, their ability to burn the blood can evolve to become the Bloodpulse. Such a nasty little gimmick, but to awaken it is another question entirely' thought Draig as the Founder didn't have to awaken his Bloodline abilities thus lacking the needed information.

Looking back at Sherry he contemplated testing a few idea's he had on her but thought better of it.

'He can't stop peeking at me' thought Sherry as she felt herself becoming hot in the face to the point she was getting dizzy.

”Uh boss” came the hesitant response from the little odd pigmented man.

Draig turned around assuming he was 'boss' in question.

”Sherry fainted” commented the little man.

Draig didn't say anything and merely turned around to keep walking, assuming there was an unspoken command the trio picked up the little Draculina impersonator and carried her until they realized they were leaving the forested area.

Eventually they ended up where Zarra had gave his speech.

”Set up camp” ordered Draig deciding to make use of these three useless wretches.

”Yes boss” came the chorus as they quickly set up makeshift tents and built a fire.

Draig sat in thought once again but this time it was a plan to bring in test subjects to experiment if it was indeed the Bloodpulse of the Strom branch he was sensing.

'The Bloodscript of the Aries, the Gaze of the Altis, The Bloodsmith of the Vald, The Bloodfortress of the Cercel, and The Bloodpulse of the Strom. Though there has to be a way to confirm my theory' thought Draig as he listed the abilities he had at the moment and the one he believed he was awakening.

”You with the three eyes” stated Draig pointing out the skinniest of the three.

”Y-yes boss...” quivered the man.

”Go and make a ruckus” ordered Draig causing the man to look at the Feratu in confusion.

'Does he want me to entertain him' wondered the man as he began dancing about like a fool while doing horrible singing.

”Idiot, go and make a ruckus elsewhere. I need you to get the attention of anyone who will come and lead them here” growled Draig glaring down at the man.

”Of course boss, how silly of me” answered the man quickly running and yelling out curses to anyone who was listening speaking of their mothers and sisters in such a way even Draig felt offended from the profanitys being hurled.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

”Boss your meal” offered the Ogre of a man.

Draig accepted it but sniffed for precaution, he wasn't interested in being poisoned again.

'Now we play the waiting game' mused Draig as he ate the coarse meal.