Has the King of Blue fallen
Yetong's blood core suddenly sped up, while Qianye's face darkened, and he shouted: "How big is the fall of the majesty, how dare you say it. If you don't tell the truth at this time, I think you are impatient !"
The Marquis of the Devil was shocked, and hurriedly shouted: "I didn't lie! I swear to the source of darkness, I never lied! I come from a famous Jelusheng family, and I have the hope of a promoted Duke. I am qualified to know all kinds of secrets. ! The king of blue has indeed fallen, this is what my blood elders said personally."
Qianye said slowly: "Since you are a famous demon family, you should know that the upper ranks of the blood clan also have secret connections with each other. Why doesn't the blood clan know about the fall of the majesty?"
"This..." The Demon-born Marquis rolled his eyes and said, "I know something inside. If I tell you, can you let me go and not kill me?"
"Say it!"
The Marquis didn't dare to bargain anymore, and said: "I heard that the blood core of the King of Blue is still intact... cough cough, so the secret method connection of the blood clan has not been completely broken, maybe this is the reason."
Yetong shook suddenly, then gritted his teeth and said, "Ask him, who killed Lei Nuo." To be able to assert Lei Nuo's life and death, and to say that the bleeding core is complete, the role of the demons in this matter is self-evident.
The Marquis didn't wait for Qianye to ask, and hurriedly said: "I heard that it is the two Majesties of Eternal Burning Flame and Palocia who brought the deep blessing at the same time."
Yetong just shook his head, "I know Renault's abilities very well! They alone can't win Renault. Renault is...he is fighting to the death for us."
The Maharaja-level battle has already exceeded Qianye's cognition at the moment, and he didn't know how to comfort Yetong, so he reached out and stroked her hair.
Yetong calmed down and said, "It seems that the demons are ready to start an all-out war, but I don't know why they are doing this at this time."
Qianye thought about it, and asked, "How many blood pools do you plan to confiscate this time? Which clans are involved?"
"I don't know about the others. The missions assigned to us by Jelusheng are fourteen, and there seem to be three of them targeting the ancient clans." The Marquis said honestly.
Yetong and Qianye looked at each other.
At this moment, it is not yet known whether this parliamentary task is the devil's self-serving, or a real parliamentary decision. But even with the minimum calculation, just in case, if only the leaders of the seven famous demon families are used, the number of blood pools to be confiscated may exceed a hundred.
Although the world of blood clans is huge, even the blood pools of this level of the Mora family are counted, and there are not many real ancient blood pools. The demons confiscated hundreds of blood pools at a time, even if they did not account for half of the entire blood race, it was almost one-third.
The blood pool is the real strategic resource of the blood clan. The strong blood clan whose lifespan is coming to an end needs a blood pool to sleep and prolong his life, a blood pool is needed to restore the state after waking up, and a blood pool is also needed to improve the innate blood of young descendants.
Blood pools take time to accumulate. Many blood pools often need hundreds of years to accumulate enough blood energy for the Marquis and Duke to sleep. This is the significance of the ancient blood pool. If there is no blood pool, it is equivalent to the lack of food for the human race, and the foundation of the entire clan will be broken.
On the scale of confiscating the ancient blood pool, this is an all-out war.
Seeing that he couldn't ask any more questions, Yetong snorted, raised his hand, and cut the marquis in half with a dark golden blood blade.
Qianye frowned slightly, but said nothing.
Yetong knew what he was thinking, and said: "In the eyes of the blood clan, the burning torture is the same as the blood feast in the eyes of the human race. They are absolutely intolerable shame and provocation. Just because of what they have done here, all ancient clans will Declare war on Jerusen."
Qianye patted Yetong's head, but still didn't speak, just followed her to the castle square. Many young blood-blood women are sobbing here, and several young blood-blood barons and viscounts are surrounding an old man. Half of the old man's body had been scorched, and he was very weak as he leaned against the stone pillar.
Seeing Yetong and Qianye appear, the old Marquis Mora struggled to get up, knelt down on one knee, and said, "Thank you for your help, Your Majesty. I can't do it anymore, but these children still have a future. You offer your eternal loyalty! Our Mora family’s two thousand-year-old territory, castle and blood pool are also willing to dedicate to you! I only hope that you can keep the blood of the Mora family.”
This is what he wants to become a vassal of Yetong and Qianye.
Ye Tong asked slowly, "Where is Caton's Patriarch?"
The old Marquis Mora said: "The current owner of Carton is the Grand Duke Ronnie Conton, and the Presbyterian Council is composed of four dukes and one prince. It's just that the old prince has been asleep for three hundred years and has never lit the mark. Ronnie Conton The Grand Duke often falls asleep now, and only wakes up every three years."
Hearing this, even Qianye frowned.
As one of the twelve ancient clans, the Carton clan had already declined to this point.
There are two situations for the sleeping of the blood race. One is that they can wake up on their own, just like the retreat of the demons, mainly for the purpose of communicating with the holy river and improving their strength. And the other kind needs to be awakened by the outside world, and it will consume a lot of resources, that is to reduce activities and maintain strength.
Even if Caton's prince, who has been sleeping for three hundred years, can be awakened, his life is already at the end of his life. Moreover, this kind of uncrowned prince may not be much more powerful than the grand duke in his heyday. Grand Duke Ronnie Condon sounds like he can wake up on his own, but this state is obviously not for strength improvement, but a harbinger of decline.
Ye Tong said: "The strength of Caton has actually declined long ago, but the clans at the top have been giving them help, and their traditional territories are also protected. This is because the blood clan with Caton's blood is the most It is easy to feel and ignite the blood mark belonging to their clan."
With that said, Qianye understood.
Half of the imprints in the blood river are already dim, and protecting Caton is equivalent to keeping a road to the imprint of the blood river for the blood clan as a whole. This is why even if the blood clan has internal strife, the twelve ancient clans have never cut off their inheritance s reason.
Maybe one day, another talented young man from the Carton clan will be able to lead the entire Carton clan to regain the glory of the ancient times, just like Habs.
Qianye had some guesses in his heart, and said slowly: "Could it be that the demons are targeting the three ancient clans in order to cut off the three inheritance paths of the blood clan?"
"Maybe."
This is an act of root digging. As the supreme king of the blood race, how could Lilith, Queen of the Night, sit idly by? Still let the action plan be passed in parliament? This is completely unreasonable. The werewolf must be happy to see the success, and most of the spider demons have nothing to do with them, but what about the giants of the blood clan
Qianye thought about it, Yetong also thought about it, she said: "We should go to the Paz clan once, what happened here, we must let her know."
"Okay." Qianye was somewhat surprised by Yetong's attitude towards Lilith, as she seemed to lack the minimum respect for the Queen of the Night.
Ye Tong turned around and said to Old Mo La, "Call all your promising direct descendants."
The old marquis struggled to give orders, and a moment later, a total of eleven young blood races knelt in front of Yetong. There are men and women, the highest title is a viscount, and the youngest is just a knight.
Yetong's blood condensed into a map in the air, and said: "From now on, you are my vassals. You take the blood pool and all the source blood, go to this place to hide, repair the castle there, and wait for the next order .Now get ready."
Eleven young vampires did not move, but knelt on the ground, each cut their wrists, sprinkled blood on the vampire blade, and swore allegiance to Yetong.
The entire ceremony was brief and solemn, and the direct descendants of the Mora family did not get up and leave until the ceremony was completed to move the blood pool and other precious resources.
The old Marquis Mora's eyes were both sentimental and sad, and he said slowly: "From now on, there will be no Mora family. However, our blood can be passed on under your majesty's wing, which finally relieves a part of me. guilt."
The old Marquis sat down slowly, his eyes lowered, and the vitality dissipated.
While Yetong was dealing with the aftermath, Qianye walked casually in the castle, watching. There are traces of fierce fighting in many places in the castle, and many blood clan corpses have not had time to clean up. Some of the corpses were horrific, apparently suffering a lot of abuse and humiliation before dying.
This is not a battle, but a one-sided massacre. The Mora family is not strong, and they have almost no resistance in front of the overwhelming parliamentary forces. Of course, the demons came in the name of the council and directly entered the castle, making all the defense facilities useless, which is also an important reason.
Although the host of this operation, the Marquis of the Demon Race, was quite mild-tempered, his deputy was obviously not like that. Qianye just learned that the deputy who died under Yetong's hands was a werewolf. Therefore, no matter from what point of view, in the face of the resistance of the Morton family, the marquis of the devil will not restrain the behavior of his subordinates.
There are still many corpses of council soldiers on the ground, not all of them are demons, but there are also many nerubians and werewolves. The burning frame is not only available in the main square, but also set up in the small square behind.
All the council soldiers in the castle had been beheaded by the angry Nighteye, and the surviving blood clan extinguished the fire under the burning frame and untied their bodies from the frame.
Qianye stopped suddenly, his eyes fell on a slender corpse. It was a little blood girl who hadn't even grown into an adult. Her fair face was originally very beautiful, but now her facial features were distorted by the extreme pain, her eyes were wide open, the corners of her eyes were torn, and she was silent. The wailing expression froze.
Perhaps because of her small size, most of her body had been scorched, but her pretty face was spotlessly clean. The remaining devilish energy indicated that a strong devil had deliberately protected her face. This is obviously not out of pity, but just wanting to see more clearly the pain of the little girl before she died.
Several half-burned corpses were brought over, placed on the ground, and covered with scarlet cloth.
Qianye suddenly shivered. He was almost immersed in the pain of the little blood girl just now. Her expression froze at the most painful moment, making Qianye almost feel that the fire was burning on her body.
Qianye let out a heavy breath and realized that this is war, and this is the hatred that has lasted for thousands of years. The fighting within the dark race is no less tragic than the camp war with the empire.
Among the surviving blood races, some were sad, some were numb, and some were sobbing silently.
Looking at those faces and expressions, Qianye was suddenly a little dazed, as if he had seen them somewhere a long time ago. It had been a long time since he witnessed the blood feast of the human race, but what he saw and heard in the bottom of the Eternal Night Continent was still firmly engraved in his heart. Even though those faces were blurred, the pain and despair were still lingering in his memory.
Until now, he suddenly discovered that these misfortunes originating from race were overlapping in front of him. They are not much different from the human race in front of them, and when the tragic fate comes, their reaction is similar to that of ordinary people.
Not every dark race is born to be a warrior, even if it is a long-lived species, it will be old and fragile, and it will also have the sorrow of losing a relative.
Because of his blood core, Qianye could faintly feel the emotions of the blood race around him. This was a natural advantage of the superior over the inferior, but at this moment, Qianye was overwhelmed by the sadness around him.