A long flag was hung on the castle, with the emblem of the bone harp on it, showing that the castle belonged to the Caton clan, one of the twelve ancient blood clans.
Carton was ranked last among the ancient clans, and it has gone from bad to worse in the past hundred years. When Datong continued his life for Qianye, he also chose to go to the Caton Territory to steal the origin blood.
Looking at the scale of the Marquis Castle, it is obvious that Caton was not so down and out when it was built.
Ye Tong looked at the castle from a distance and said, "From the badge, it should be the Mora family of the Carton clan. Mora's history is old enough, but the blood talent is very average, and even the earl is rare among the descendants. They can maintain The current status is more dependent on the complicated kinship and blood relationship accumulated over the years. In addition, this territory is on the edge of the mainland, so no one is interested. If I remember correctly, the current Marquis is almost at the end of his life. The Marquis has not yet appeared."
Qianye nodded, "Very well, if we want to ask something, he should cooperate."
Yetong and Qianye are now duke-level fighters. If the two dukes come to the door, if a mere old marquis doesn't know each other, he will be wiped out immediately.
Yetong also agreed, "It's okay, although such a family is not powerful, but they are very well informed. At least we can know what happened these days."
At this moment, a burst of fire burst out from the main building of the castle, igniting several fluttering long flags. Immediately, multiple flames appeared in the main building of the castle, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.
Something happened, is it a coincidence
Qianye immediately said: "Go and have a look."
"good."
Qianye's figure flickered, while Yetong's figure became indistinct, pulling out long streamers in the air, with a demeanor like a fairy. Her flying posture was extremely beautiful, and her speed was not slow at all. Immediately after Qianye who used Void Flicker, she arrived in the sky above the castle of Marquis Mora.
On the small square in front of the main building of the ancient castle, more than a dozen wooden frames were set up. Some heavily armed warriors were nailing several blood races to the wooden frames. Some of the wooden frames had already lit fires and were nailed to the frames. The vampires above howled in pain in the flames. Those are not ordinary flames, but they carry a strong dawn breath!
Yetong's expression changed immediately.
Using fire to burn the blood clan is not only cruel and painful, but also has a vicious taste of humiliation and provocation. After the human race established the empire, in response to the blood feast, one of the ways the empire returned blood for blood was to nail the blood race and other dark races to a wooden frame and burn them to death. The Empire declared openly that the souls of the Dark Race burned to death in the dawn flames would perish forever.
Although this is only a unilateral statement of the empire, it is a fact that the pain caused by the dawn flames to the blood race will be doubled. Ever since Dawn's power pedigree came into people's field of vision, various races of Eternal Night have used it to develop punishment methods within the camp. Even the empire cannot comment on this kind of thing.
"It's a demon descendant!" Yetong couldn't bear it anymore, and fell from the sky like a shooting star in the center of the square, and the storm that was stirred up instantly extinguished all the fires.
With a wave of her hand, more than a dozen dark gold blades flew out, cutting a dozen demon warriors into two in an instant.
A tyrannical aura belonging to the Marquis of Glory soared into the sky from the foot of the mountain, roaring like thunder from a distance: "Who dares to attack the troops directly under the parliament, how brave!"
He flew like lightning, roaring in the air, and rushed straight to the castle. But suddenly, his eyes flashed, and there was one more person out of thin air. This fright was no small matter, the Marquis of the Demon Race was in a hurry, braked with all his strength, and barely stopped, almost touching the man.
Shocked and angry, he looked up, but gasped, and said in shock, "Qianye!"
Qianye stood with his hands behind his back, completely undefended, and didn't care that the distance between the two sides was within reach, and he just said calmly: "What are you doing in such a hurry, stay and talk."
The expression of the Marquis of the Demon Race changed again and again, and he couldn't help but said: "The whole council is looking for you, and you still dare to show up!"
He suddenly remembered something and turned around to run away. But he just changed direction, and there was another flower in front of him, and Qianye appeared in front again.
"Why do you suddenly want to leave in such a hurry? Tell me, what is the council looking for me for? Who gave the order?"
Without saying a word, the Marquis of the Demon Race suddenly drew out his sword and stabbed directly at Qianye's blood core! This sword was as fast as lightning, but Qianye just waved it casually, and an unrivaled force knocked down the Marquis with his sword, smashing into the mountain like a cannonball.
Qianye slowly landed, stood in front of the Marquis of Glory, and said, "Aren't you in a hurry now?"
The long sword in the hands of the Marquis of Glory has been twisted out of shape, and it is stuck beside him. His right arm holding the sword is twisted unnaturally, and his mouth and nose are full of blood. He was panting, his eyes were full of fear, and he lost his voice: "You are the Grand Duke, no, the prince! It must be the prince!"
Qianye knelt down beside him, and said indifferently: "I'm still far away from the prince, but that's not important. If you don't want me to dig out your original furnace and slowly roast it in the morning flames, you'd better be old." Answer my question honestly. If I am in a good mood, maybe I will spare your life."
The Demon Marquis calmed down a bit, and said: "I advise you to recognize the reality. Now the entire parliament is looking for you, and I am the army directly under the council. If you kill me, the council will only increase the search and arrest efforts and the scope of rewards."
Hearing this, Qianye frowned. The Marquis of the Demon Race implied that he was the only one wanted at present. If the scope of his involvement was expanded, where would he start
The Demon Marquis glanced at his expression and said, "I'm not threatening, but telling the truth. If you leave now, then I'll pretend I haven't seen you in this place. One day, you should too We can escape from the Twilight Continent."
"This suggestion is not very good." Qianye said.
The Demon-born Marquis suddenly let out a scream, and one of his left legs was severed at the root. Qianye's fingertips shot out a thin line of scarlet gold fire, and wherever it passed, the Marquis' flesh and blood crystallized. This line of fire is made up of the morning light, and its sharpness is no less than that of a high-level sword. The dark race is cut by it, and the wound is extremely difficult to recover.
"I'm sorry, I cut a little too much just now. You go back and raise it for ten years, and your strength will probably recover. Oh, by the way, remember that at least the Grand Duke will take care of it, and it will take ten years to raise it."
Qianye said sorry, but moved his finger, and the line of fire was aimed between the legs of the Marquis of the Demon Race.
The Marquis was shocked and said urgently, "What are you going to do? There, there can't be recovery!"
"Maybe it can grow back." Qianye's fire blade stabbed forward.
The Marquis screamed like a pig, "No! It's impossible to recover, don't do this, take that away!"
"Why is Parliament wanting me?"
"They say you're not dead, and you've got a treasure on you. That's what the Council wants."
"What is it?"
"I, I don't know, I just heard that it seems to be a book. Anyway, if you find you, just hand in yourself and everything."
Qianye immediately remembered the Book of Black. This is the only thing that exists in the form of a book in his hand, and it must not be the ancient scroll of the Song Dynasty. Practitioners of Song's ancient scrolls need to have the force of dawn, which is of little value to the dark race.
He asked repeatedly, confirming that the Marquis of Glory didn't know what the council was looking for, so he continued with the next question: "Which level of the council gave the order?"
"It's a holy... holy mountain!" At this point, the Marquis of the Demon Race obviously felt a little more confident, and said: "I advise you to either surrender honestly, or run away quickly and flee to the human race. Your majesty on the holy mountain It has been a long time since such an order was issued directly, no matter where you hide, you will not be found."
Qianye frowned and remained silent. The Demon Marquis thought he was moved, and hurriedly said: "My task was not to catch you, and no one else saw you. Just let me go, and I swear by the origin of darkness, I will never tell what happened today. This will give you time to escape and hide. What do you think?"
Qianye was noncommittal, and continued to ask: "What is your mission? Why do you want to kill these blood races?"
"I was ordered by the council to confiscate the ancient blood pool of the Mora family. But Mora dared to refuse to hand over the old thing, and even injured my subordinates! In order to maintain the authority of the council, I decided to send the old guy and All his direct descendants were put to death."
Qianye frowned, "Do you have such great power?"
The Marquis said: "Of course, when the parliament assigns tasks, there are clear authorizations. Within this scope, I, as the commander, have the right to make decisions on my own. In fact, I am already quite benevolent. If this task is obstructed, The bottom line of the authorization can wipe out the entire Mora family and all vassal races. Of course, if the old guy is willing to hand over the blood pool honestly, I won’t do that. I’m not a werewolf, and I don’t have that much hatred against the blood race.”
At this moment, the hustle and bustle in the castle suddenly became louder, and more than a dozen figures rushed out of the castle and fled to the landing field. In a blink of an eye, two airships rose into the sky, trying to escape. At this time, a dark golden streamer suddenly appeared in the sky, turning around the two airships lightly.
The airship suddenly emitted dazzling flames, swayed and fell to the ground, exploded, and turned into two huge fireballs. During the entire fall, not a single figure escaped.
Yetong appeared next to Qianye, and cast a cold glance at the Demon-born Marquis on the ground. The Marquis immediately shivered, and managed to squeeze out a flattering smile.
"Did you ask anything?"
"He said he was here to confiscate the blood pool. Did you leave any survivors?"
"One accidentally killed them all. Don't you have a living?"
The Marquis of the Demon Race broke out in cold sweat, subconsciously propped up his body, trying to stay away from them. This movement attracted Yetong's attention.
"What is your mission? Say it exactly."
The Marquis said honestly: "I am responsible for confiscating the blood pools and all source blood of the three families of Robert, Mora, and Feeney. If there is any resistance during the confiscation process, you can kill it on the spot. If the resistance is too strong, you will be killed." You can ask for help from the Grand Duke of Kendal. The Grand Duke’s fleet is parked in the void. Robert is the first one, and it went smoothly there. I didn’t expect the Mora family to have some troubles here.”
"Who made you burn at the stake?"
"It's my deputy! Not me! He, he was in the castle just now, if you saw him." The Marquis hurriedly said.
Qianye said: "This order is very strange, why don't the giants of the blood race in the parliament object?"
The Demon Marquis was taken aback by the question, "This task is not a matter for discussion at the conference, and I have no right to participate in small-scale meetings, so I don't know the process. Oh, by the way, I heard that during the post-mortem review of the latest battle in the New World, it was found that There is a betrayal, involving many people, all races, maybe it has something to do with that?"
Qianye glanced at Yetong, and said to the Demon-born Marquis, "Where's the King of Blue? Is there any news about him?"
"The King of Blue? Raynor? He has fallen."