Seeing this weird scene, all the werewolves looked around vigilantly, and the few who kept their wolf shapes simply raised their neck hairs under the huge sense of danger!
Suddenly there was no wind, and the night seemed extraordinarily quiet, and the darkness seemed to have gained weight, pressing hard on the werewolves.
In the silence where the whole world seemed to lose its sound for an instant, footsteps sounded, and each footstep seemed to crush the heart and soul of all life.
Then two people walked out of the dark night.
One is a tall and thin old man with snow-white hair, a particularly square and long face, and deep drooping corners of his eyes. This is a face with a strong Apennines style, which can be remembered at a glance. His white hair, without a single variegation, hung down from the sides of his cheeks, and the ends formed a very decorative scroll.
And the other is a petite girl with an unusually sweet little face. On the pale complexion, the blood-like red lips are particularly dazzling. The girl wore a long ponytail, and the neckline of the black cloak stood up high, revealing the blood-colored patterns on the corners, which was charming and weird.
The white-haired old man said softly: "I didn't expect that so many wild dogs gathered in such a small place. No wonder the strong stench can be smelled from a long distance."
"In addition, some very interesting things have happened here. It seems that we have some low-level clansmen fighting among themselves?" the girl said.
The white-haired old man raised his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Guess what I smelled? It smells of the finest mithril, oh, dangerous, but with the beauty of death. And it was refined by a A real opponent worthy of respect. Hehe, it is unexpected that this small place is so lively! Could it be that this is the call of fate?"
The girl glanced at the werewolves with disgust, and said, "If it weren't for the smell of these wild dogs, I could smell Mithril."
Hearing the girl's merciless insult, the werewolves roared angrily, but their strong intuition of danger stopped them from moving forward.
The werewolf old man took two steps forward with a wooden stick in his hand, and shouted in a deep voice, "Where are you from? This is the territory of the Black Nightmare Tribe!"
The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Black Nightmare, what is that? As for where we come from, that's not something you need to know. An old wolf who is dying, don't keep such a strong curiosity. Curiosity, it's just Something that should belong to the young and the upper race."
The girl's eyes fell on Ye Tong, and she suddenly gasped, "What is that? What beautiful blood!"
The white-haired old man was startled, and slowly walked towards Yetong. Every time he took a step forward, those werewolves would whimper and take a few steps back. The fear caused by the huge difference in rank made it impossible for them to have the idea of resistance.
The white-haired old man came to Yetong's side, dipped a little of her blood in his hand, put it in his mouth and tasted it, his expression suddenly changed.
He suddenly took a few steps back, laughed exaggeratedly, and waved his hands vigorously to express his joy, "This is, this is the taste of the blood of the ancestors! She has awakened the blood of the ancestors, this is a... original species!"
"The king will be interested in her," said the girl.
The white-haired old man thought hard: "That's right! But the smell of her blood is familiar to me, let me think about whose territory is around here... It's not good to be too old, I always forget things... Ah I remembered, the closest one is the Earl of Kaos. This little girl has the smell of Kaos in her blood, so she should be his pure blood descendant!"
"Kaos?" There was doubt in the girl's eyes.
The white-haired old man spread his hands and said: "An old guy, I heard that there is an ancient inheritance. But he is obsessed with finding the secret of the black king's treasure all day long, but he can't even manage his own small territory. I heard that several viscounts under him They are all seeking to overthrow him. It seems that this is the reason for the infighting."
"Sounds like a useless guy. I'm not interested in kaos, but the smell of these wild dogs is killing me."
"Then clean it up, you should do it." The old man said with a smile.
"why always me!"
The girl complained, but didn't refuse. Her pupils suddenly turned red, like two shining rubies. Her lips kept opening and closing, as if she was chanting something, but there was no sound.
What she made was a high-frequency sound that was inaudible to human ears, like a singing tone, but to the werewolf's ears it was no different from the call of death!
All the werewolves suddenly wailed in pain, fell to the ground, and rolled desperately!
Before the weaker werewolves survived for ten seconds, the wolf's head suddenly shattered. Then the heads of werewolves with higher levels also exploded, which was extremely weird and terrifying!
Seeing this bloody scene, the girl continued to chant, with an excited and cruel smile on her delicate doll-like face. At this moment, she is like a messenger who spreads death. Anyone who hears her voice is condemned to go to the kingdom of eternal silence!
Shadow Wolf persisted for thirty seconds, and finally fell down too. He put his head in his hands, rolled around, and was so painful that he wanted to hit a bulkhead of the airship with his head. The bulkhead made of steel plates was smashed into deep pits, but his head was completely fine.
But as the girl's voice suddenly rose, the shadow wolf finally let out a long and miserable howl, and then with a bang, his head exploded into a cloud of blood!
Only the elder of the werewolf was still holding on. He could only support himself with a cane. He pointed at the girl in horror and said in a trembling voice, "You...you are Nana..."
"That's right!" The girl smiled sweetly, stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers, and the head of the werewolf elder burst into pieces.
The white-haired old man took out a snow-white handkerchief, covered his nose, and said, "Don't you think this will make the smell of wild dogs more pervasive?"
"This will make you move faster." The girl raised her delicate little hand to cover her nose as well.
The white-haired old man inspected Yetong's injury, frowned and said, "She's hurt badly, I need some blood to relieve her injury, so that we can go back in time."
"There seems to be only one human town nearby, but there is still some distance."
"No, that's too late. Fortunately, there is someone here, and I already smell him." As he spoke, the white-haired old man stood up, took only two steps, and disappeared into the depths of the garbage dump. The next moment he came out of the darkness again, holding Qianye in his hand.
"What a strong and cunning human being, he hasn't died yet, otherwise the blood would not be fresh." The white-haired old man said with a smile.
He pulled out a heavy metal plate from Qianye's chest. The metal plate has been completely twisted, and there are several deep claw marks on it, which are shallowly exposed from the other side.
Before Qianye faced the leader of the wolf tribe, he put this three-centimeter-thick original energy alloy plate under his clothes, otherwise he would have been disemboweled long ago. But just the impact of the werewolf leader's strength completely broke Qianye's chest ribs, and he would die in a short time.
The old man threw Qianye beside Yetong, ripped off his shirt, and stabbed him on the side of the neck with his hand, blood gushed out immediately.
Yetong suddenly reacted, every blood race is instinctively sensitive to blood. She turned over and sat up, and finally opened her eyes, but the pupils were full of blank blood, and two blood-sucking fangs gradually protruded from her mouth.
She threw herself on Qianye's body, bit his neck hard, and sucked in big mouthfuls. The hot blood not only soothed her hunger and thirst, but also quickly relieved the pain all over her body.
At this moment, in the eyes of the white-haired old man, even Yetong's blood-sucking posture is so perfect, he couldn't help but praise: "It is indeed the original species that has awakened the blood of the ancestor! In addition to the powerful ability of the double pupil, it can also be perfect Hiding the characteristics of the blood clan is the unique ability of one of the ancestors of the thirteen clans. I have to think about which ancestor it is... "
Nana watched from the side, her chest was rising and falling, her breathing became more and more rapid, and she didn't listen to what the old man was saying.
She suddenly grabbed Qianye's right hand and bit his wrist artery!
The admiration of the white-haired old man stopped abruptly, and he looked at Nana in astonishment.
Nana sucked a few mouthfuls of blood fiercely, then screamed, and threw Qianye's hand forcefully, stepped back a few steps, and looked at Qianye with a complicated expression.
"How is it?" the old man asked solemnly. He rarely saw Nana like this.
Nana looked a little dazed, and said, "His blood is very sweet, but that's all. But I don't know why, when I smell his blood, I can't restrain myself. I want... to give him First hug!"
"What?" The white-haired old man was really shocked this time. After he confirmed that Nana was serious, he sighed and shook his head, and said, "It's too late. His blood has been sanctified by this child. She is a native species. Although the level is still very low at the moment, no matter you or me The power of her blood cannot be suppressed. Except for her, no one can turn this human into a blood race, but even if she can wake up now, it is impossible for her to complete the first embrace."
Nana still looked dazed, and kept licking the blood left on her lips.
The white-haired old man picked Yetong up and said, "It's time to go. If it's too late, there won't be time for her to soak in the pool of blood."
Nana followed the old man, and occasionally turned her head to look at Qianye who was completely motionless. Although she was not reconciled, she still left in the end.
The blood slave is a point of no return, the human race is helpless against it, and the blood race has nothing to do about it either.
The night was finally quiet, as if nothing had happened. But if the insider sees the white-haired old man and the young girl appearing here, it will definitely cause an uproar.
The powerful Marquis Julio and Nana, even among the blood clans in the upper continent, can be called killing gods.
After an unknown amount of time, Qianye felt as if someone was dragging him away in the haze, and heard a vague voice.
"This kid is finally dead."
"Yeah, throw it to Burning Canyon quickly. I don't want to stay there any longer."
"Me too."