Yetong finally turned her head, looked straight at the tall young man, and said, "Fila, no matter how many times, there is only one answer, and that is, no."
The expression on Fira's face froze suddenly, and her cheeks kept beating, obviously extremely angry. He still wanted to maintain a little demeanor, so he grinned his lips reluctantly, trying to pull out a smile, but the twisted lines seemed indescribably ferocious.
Nighteye turned her head and continued to stare out the window. Her defiant indifference was more like a kind of contempt, and her body moved inadvertently, moving away a little.
"You bitch!" Fila yelled angrily. Yetong's little action ignited the last fuse, and Feila stood up abruptly, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed her directly.
A cold light flashed in Yetong's eyes, and the two short knives around his waist automatically unsheathed and jumped into his hands. A bright red light glowed on the twin knives, stabbing toward Fira's chest like lightning. At the same time, Fira's figure was also reflected in her pupils.
There was only a ding, and the sound of metal colliding echoed in the room. With her right hand in front of her body, Fira actually blocked Yetong's double knives with her forearm. The two sharp blades that had chopped countless enemies seemed to be on a statue made of fine gold, and it was very difficult to penetrate any more.
Ye Tong immediately shouted, and the image of Fira in his eyes suddenly shattered. However, Fira just let out a muffled grunt, her face became even paler, and her blood was shaken for a while before it stabilized again. The blood mist wrapped around his left hand quickly became extremely thick, and directly pressed against Yetong's protective blood.
Blood energy so thick as to be substantial gushed out from the two of them crazily, filling the entire room in the blink of an eye. Then the two types of blood energy of different natures condensed out of their domains and attacked each other violently.
Fira's dark red blood turned into land beasts, lions, tigers, bears and wolves, roaring and rushing towards Yetong. It wasn't just an illusion, every pounce and tear had the power to split flesh and blood, even more ferocious than ordinary monsters.
Suddenly, a strange cry sounded, and a two-headed beast appeared among the countless land beasts. As soon as it appeared, it brought a great sense of oppression. Being able to conjure up monsters in the field to attack opponents is a recognized standard of genius. The attack power of this field is much higher than that of ordinary fields.
After Fira pushed the domain to the extreme, her anger had calmed down a lot, turning into the calmness needed for fighting. He really wanted to know what special ability Yetong, who was admired by many big figures, had. Yetong is a native species, and he is also a native species, but he receives much less attention from the upper class.
Yetong was also mobilizing her blood energy, her blood energy was bright red with a little bit of gold. At this time, her whole body was wrapped in the blood-colored thick mist, looming, and suddenly a giant bird soared into the sky! Shaped like a peacock, there is a golden thread running from the beak to the back and extending to the longest tail feather.
Fira's pupils shrank suddenly, this is the golden thread peacock! It is a fierce beast that can control the dark force. Compared with the last two-headed beast released in Fira's domain, it immediately pales in comparison.
As soon as the golden thread peacock appeared, it didn't even look at the land beasts that were desperately attacking Yetong to defend against the blood mist. It went straight to the two-headed beast, pecked it hard, and nailed a few blood holes on the left side of the beast's skull. The ferocious beast struggled desperately in pain, its head on the other side turned and bit hard on the golden thread peacock.
However, the golden-threaded peacock held the fierce beast firmly, no matter how hard it fluttered, it couldn't shake it off. After a few pecks, the other head of the beast exploded, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating in the bloody field.
In this battle, high and low will be judged.
But the winning golden thread peacock was immediately overwhelmed by all kinds of land beasts. Every time it flapped its wings, some monsters were thrown away and returned to the black force in the air. However, there are too many monsters, and the wounds on the golden peacock are also increasing.
In the blood mist, Yetong opened his eyes, the cold pupils were extraordinarily bright, and another gray eagle with snow-white wings lifted into the air and pounced.
Snow Wing Golden Eagle! It was another ferocious beast, although it was worse than the Golden Thread Peacock, but it was still limited.
Fira's expression finally changed. Two ferocious beasts appeared in the Yetong field in a row, and they were both mid-ranked flying beasts. Their talents in the field alone far surpassed him.
In the field, the shape-changing beast is usually the ability of a strong man above the Marquis of the Blood Race. Fira was able to drive land beasts at the rank of earl. Such a talent was enough to be proud of. However, compared with Yetong, it was far behind. If he remembered correctly, Yetong had just been promoted to viscount.
No wonder Monroe was still timid and reluctant when negotiating in such a situation, and it was no wonder that the big figures of the Eternal Night Council paid so much attention to her. But being watched by too many big people is not a good thing sometimes.
Fira showed a ferocious smile. The more talent Yetong showed, the more determined he was.
In his domain, magical beasts gushed out like black tides, rushing towards the golden-threaded peacock and the snow-winged golden eagle one after another. Although one land beast was torn into black smoke every time the two sky monsters swiped their beaks and claws, there were too many of them. When one of them died, another one rushed up to fill the gap.
Fira's level was far higher than that of Yetong, and in the end he won by the amount of blood, and suppressed Yetong. The Snow Wing Golden Eagle couldn't hold on at first and was torn to pieces.
Yetong's face turned pale suddenly, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. His movements slowed down a bit, and he was almost hit by Fira. In the blink of an eye, the golden thread peacock also disappeared, and Yetong spurted out another mouthful of blood, and his movements slowed down considerably.
Fira finally found a chance, her left hand suddenly pierced through Yetong's protective blood, grabbed her by the throat, and lifted her off the ground.
After Fira restrained Yetong, she looked around and saw that there were only a few beasts left in her domain, all of them were wounded. Fira's face was gloomy, which meant that he only narrowly won the domain duel.
He was three levels higher than Yetong, but he still fought like this. If he was at the same level as Yetong, he probably wouldn't be able to last ten minutes.
Fira stared at Yetong, with crazy light flashing in her eyes, and said through gritted teeth: "It's really worthy of being the original species that makes those old guys fall in love. The talent is indeed far superior to mine. But so what, your talent is only Will push you into the abyss."
There was a suffocating blush on Yetong's pale face, and she looked back at Fira coldly, but her eyes were extraordinarily calm, as if the current situation could not move her in the slightest.
Fira's voice became extremely low, "I know you look down on me, but this matter is beyond your control, obediently be my woman..." He stopped suddenly, with a dangerous tone in his words, "Perhaps, try it now Your taste, would be a good idea!"
At this moment, a cough suddenly sounded in the room.
Fira froze for a moment, turned her head vigorously, and stared at an old man who didn't know when to appear with her eyes as if breathing fire.
The old man took care of his whole body meticulously, and even the angle of wearing a gemstone ring on his hand was just right, which was completely like the elders of the ancient clan. He was looking at Fira, and said slowly: "Your Excellency Fira, your current behavior is not very appropriate."
"Appropriate?" Fira sneered, and the hand holding Yetong's neck suddenly moved, and amidst the ear-piercing sound of tearing silk, Yetong's collar was torn open.
The old man coughed again, and Feila froze, a bright red spot suddenly appeared on the side of her neck, and then a drop of blood slowly emerged.
"You must stop me?" Fira asked sharply.
"If you mean now, then yes."
Fira's eyes were about to burst into flames, but he suddenly snorted heavily and pushed Yetong away.
Yetong flew backwards, hit the wall heavily, and immediately spat out another mouthful of blood. The confrontation in the field just now has exhausted her blood, and now she is not much stronger than a newborn of an ordinary blood race.
The corners of the old man's eyes twitched a few times, but he didn't move or speak. He still looked at Fira quietly without looking away for a moment.
Fira became irritable, strode around the room, waved her hands vigorously, and kept saying, "Very good, Lord Kaos, I will remember your words and deeds today. I heard that you have many descendants , but they are all trash, they have to be more careful in the future, it is best not to leave their castles and coffins. Evernight has always been unsafe, and it will become even more unsafe in the future!"
The old man's face changed, and then returned to normal.
Fira strode up to the old man, poked his chest hard with her fingers, and said word by word: "Old man, listen, even if you can stop today, you can't stop tomorrow! She is destined to be my woman." , It’s just one day sooner or one day later. But because of your actions today, I have decided that when I get her, I will play her to death in front of all your descendants! And this is all because of your meddling Nosy, do you hear me? Old stuff!"
This time the old man's face was as usual, as if there was only a breeze blowing in his ears, he said lightly: "It's getting late, you should go to rest."
Fira's chest rose and fell sharply, and she managed to calm down a little. She sneered and said, "Okay! I'll go! But I want to see what the current Monroe can do to refuse me! Go back and tell Gal that the original conditions are void and all the negotiations will be re-negotiated. !!"
After the roar, Fira strode away and slammed the door hard with a bang.
The old man walked up to Yetong, helped her up, and handed her a blood crystal. It wasn't until the blood in the crystal was drained that Yetong's face recovered a bit.
The old man stared at Yetong, his eyes filled with love and pity. He sighed and said, "Although you have awakened the blood of the ancestor, I still regard you as my child."
Yetong's always cold expression melted, and he said softly: "You have always been my father, and you have never changed."
The old earl sighed deeply, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper, "I didn't expect Fira to be so bold, it seems that they are determined to win."
An imperceptible determination flashed in Yetong's eyes, and he said lightly, "In this world, nothing is guaranteed."
The old earl smiled wryly, "I'm a little worried, those people above will not be able to withstand the pressure..."
Yetong lowered his gaze slightly, but did not answer.
The old count was silent for a while, then suddenly made up his mind and said, "Go, get out of here."
Yetong was startled, then shook his head: "But what should you do? If I leave, they will definitely take their anger out on you."
"I'm old, so old that I'm just waiting for the moment of eternal sleep. So what does it matter if I vent my anger?"
Nighteye gently held the old count's hand.
It was a hand that belonged entirely to an old man. The skin had lost its elasticity, and was thinned by the years, almost translucent, exposing the jagged bones and tendons.
She slowly pressed her cheeks together, just like she did many years ago when she was a child.
During these days, the elite of Darkfire has been stationed in Heiling, and the general of the Wei family is in charge of the logistics of the army and the transportation of spoils. Qianye himself led the elite to continue the attack, raided two more mines, plundered everything that could be taken away, and then burned them to ruins.
There was still no movement in the depths of the Nerubian Earldom, but Qianye was not worried about any conspiracy behind Stuka's inaction. The longer the time passed, the more perfect the defenses of Black Ridge would be. Over time, it would become a fortress. Qianye even dispatched an airship.
If the Nerubian Earl really doesn't intend to send troops, that's not a bad thing. As long as he firmly controls the Black Ridge, he will cut off the connection between the Eastern Territory and the Earl, and then clean up the Eastern Viscounts one by one. Qianye's westward expansion plan was completed.
Zhao Yuying didn't know where to go these days. She left a message saying that she was going to survey the terrain, and she should be able to come back when there is a real war. With Zhao Yuying's ability, as long as she is a little careful, there should be no threat to her existence in this earldom. Qianye can let her go, anyway, there is no need to use her in the near future.
The resident managers of those two mines were only barons, and Qianye won the victory with almost no effort, with additional gains and supplementary blood.
After withdrawing to Heiling, Qianye originally wanted to practice immediately and transform the essence and blood as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, after he walked into the tent, he suddenly felt tired again, and it was that irresistible familiar feeling again.