"General Cointreau, no...don't make such a joke." The brigadier general was in a cold sweat.
The lieutenant colonel was young and energetic, and shouted: "Zhao Jundu! Don't think that you can do whatever you want with the support of the Zhao Clan!"
Before the lieutenant colonel finished speaking, he was dragged behind by the brigadier general and scolded: "Shut up! You don't have the right to speak here!"
Zhao Jundu didn't appreciate it, and said with a half-smile: "When did you hear that I, Zhao Jundu, can make jokes? Besides, to do whatever you want with you little fellows, you still need to use the Zhao Clan?"
Even though he was being ridiculed, the brigadier general who felt that the atmosphere was not right did not dare to say anything more. After saluting, he pulled the lieutenant colonel and hurriedly retreated.
After the people from the military department left in a daze, the woman asked a little puzzled: "These two guys are just small people, it seems that it's useless to embarrass them?"
"Of course it is useful. No matter what kind of reply I give, it means that I have read the urgent report of the military department. As a member of the empire, I should obey the orders of the military department, no matter what the bullshit content of the order is. But now, since I have never I haven’t seen this order, so it’s up to me how to act. Hehe, if I didn’t ask them to go back and pass on the message, I would never even see anyone from the military department.”
"But this will not return Qianye's quota, right?"
"It's not. But no matter who it is, since it dares to swallow Qianye's quota, I, Zhao Jundu, will make a note of it, and I will make him pay it back ten times in the future."
The woman sighed softly and said, "I don't know if Lord Qianye will wake up."
"There is always hope. Hasn't Song Zining already made arrangements?" At this point, Zhao Jundu suddenly frowned, stood up, paced back and forth in the hall several times, and said solemnly: "No, he has nothing on his hands." Resources are limited, and we can't mobilize any masters. Even adding the Wei family may not be enough. You go and find out what his final arrangements are, and then stand by and help him when necessary. There is no need to hesitate in this trip! "
The woman bowed, saluted, and withdrew.
After the woman left, the hall suddenly became gloomy and cold. For some reason, Duan Chengpeng's face suddenly appeared before Zhao Jundu's eyes. When this subordinate was sent back, it was already a cold corpse. Although the facial expression had been processed, it was still possible to see the extreme anger and unwillingness before death.
Zhao Jundu stretched out his hand, subconsciously wanting to grab the gun, but found nothing. Only then did he remember that the gun, which could not be named in the future, had been sent to be warmed up, and it was not with him at the moment. He silently withdrew his hand, but he couldn't suppress the faint anxiety in his heart.
It's just that the Li family has made it clear that they will definitely give a satisfactory answer and deal with Li Tianquan according to the law. At the same time, the Li family also dispatched experts to find out that someone else killed Duan Chengpeng, and Li Tianquan did not kill Duan Chengpeng. The explanation of this matter was well-founded, and Li Kuanglan delivered the medicine first, so Zhao Jundu had to endure it and wait for the Li family to give further results.
Mr. Liao did all the tricks, but he didn't expect that Li's family, who was proficient in the art of evolution and medicine, saw through his final arrangement. And the Li family's attitude was far beyond his expectation.
In the deepest part of the Twilight Continent, in the vast area that humans have never set foot on, stands a towering peak that soars into the sky. There is a magnificent castle built on the peak of Juefeng, which is almost as straight as a knife. Even in Yongye, where the strong are like clouds, it can be called a miracle.
The long years have painted this castle with a thick black color. The edges of the building walls and the steps of the steps are all shiny golden due to friction. Obviously, this ancient castle is actually made of metal.
In the depths of the castle, at the end of the tens of meters high hall, there is the only throne in the entire hall on a high platform. The moonlight shines on the throne through the high colored windows on the wall, making this place the only highlight.
Sitting on the throne was an old man who was described as ancient, with a high crown on his head, as thin as a skeleton. His eyes were closed tightly, and his jaw rested on his hands, as if he was dozing off. But in this lonely and lonely hall, there was no one there. The two closed hall doors were covered with mottled rust, and several chains as thick as animal legs locked the hall doors together firmly.
Time seems to have stagnated in this hall, as if there is no power that can bring about changes here.
When everything in the hall seemed to be eternal, the hall suddenly shook slightly. The vibration was slight at first, but it became more violent as time went on. Dust and rust kept falling from the dome, and the chains that locked the gate were also shaking, hitting the palace door from time to time, making earth-shattering noises.
On the throne, the skeleton-like ancient king also felt the vibration, and slowly opened his eyes. In his eye sockets, there are no eyeballs, only two puddles of cloudy plasma. After he was awakened, he slowly lowered his head, his gaze penetrated through many obstacles, and scanned everything in the mountain castle. After only one glance, he became furious, and his roar resounded throughout the mountain: "Blood pool! Who destroyed my blood pool!"
He stretched out his hand and pulled the chain beside the throne, and the piercing bell rang through the castle. However, on the third pull, a phalange fell to the ground with a sudden sound of Kacha. The ancient king turned his head to look at his hand, only to realize that perhaps due to excessive force, not only the palm, but even the arm had cracks. His skin and flesh became a thin layer, sticking to the bone, and when it split open, only a layer of gray was visible.
The ancient king had to slow down his movements to avoid further damage to this withered body. He tried to stand up, but the creaking sound of his legs made him dare not move any more. He opened his mouth and let out a continuous sharp howling, calling the people to come.
After a while, the chain wrapped around the gate began to twitch slowly, retracting into the wall along a complicated predetermined trajectory. This process was complicated and long, which made the ancient king extremely anxious, but helpless. These measures were originally intended to protect him from harm during his deep sleep and could not be shortened.
The gate of the palace finally opened, and dozens of blood races carried a copper coffin and filed in. When the ancient king saw the copper coffin, his tone immediately changed: "Why only this one? It will take seven days for me to fully recover with this level of origin blood!"
The leading marquis knelt down on one knee and said in panic, "Your Highness, because the ancient blood pool was destroyed, the highest level of origin blood is gone, and now only these spare origin blood are left in the castle."
"Then why are you still here? Instead of chasing that sinner!!"
"Your Highness, this matter is very strange, and the timing of the other party's choice is just right. At this time, I think that my duty is not to hunt down infiltrators, but to protect your safety."
The anger of the ancient king subsided, he began to think, and said, "You mean, the people who destroyed the ancient blood pool didn't come from other races?"
"Yes. When the infiltrator escaped, he was wounded by us, leaving a little blood on him."
The ancient king immediately stretched out his withered hand, "Take it here!"
The Marquis handed over a piece of black cloth stained with blood. The ancient king took it, and when he sniffed it, his voice immediately sank a bit: "This is... the smell of Monroe!"
In the main hall, the expressions of many blood races changed. Although Monroe was suppressed by the Queen of the Night, he was still a colossus for their twelfth-ranked Carton clan. Besides, it is now said that the Queen of the Night will fall into a deep sleep after the Battle of Floating Land, and the suppression of Monroe will become a deterrent at that time. The movement of the Monroe clan will become free again.
The Marquis said: "Maybe it wasn't Monroe, but other clans did it, just using a man of Monroe blood."
The voice of the ancient king was full of chills: "An infiltrator with Monroe's top bloodline who can sneak into the depths of my castle silently, what level do you think it will be, and will it be used by other clans?"
The Marquis was immediately unable to answer.
The ancient king said in a deep voice: "The ancient blood pool has been destroyed, and this matter cannot be concealed. Since it cannot be concealed, then simply make a big fuss. Her Majesty the Queen is not asleep yet!"
The Marquis replied: "Yes, Your Highness. I will immediately arrange for the hunt and notify the other ancient clans. However, is the time two days later?"
"Why?!" There was anger in the ancient king's tone.
"Your Highness, your recovery time this time will be longer than before. In case someone catches this point and sneak attack at this time..."
The ancient king was startled suddenly, narrowed his eyes, and said after a while: "Use people from the clan to hunt down first, and then notify other clans after three days."
Three days later, a piece of news shocked the core area of the Twilight Continent. One of the twelve ancient clans, the ancient blood pool of the Caton clan was destroyed, and all the ancient blood was stolen.
It didn't take long for all the ancient clans to react, and they all expressed great anger at this act. The importance of the ancient blood pool to the marquis and even higher-ranking superiors is self-evident. This is the best means of recovery when they are severely injured, and the last means of maintaining their existence when their lives are coming to an end.
Powerful clans such as Pass and Monroe will have multiple ancient blood pools in the clan. For a clan like Caton, they can only maintain an ancient blood pool. It may take decades to rebuild the ancient blood pool again. During this period of time, the Carton clan will become very vulnerable, and compared with powerful clans other than the ancient clan, it no longer has much advantage.
The ancient blood pool is so important to the vampires, so all the ancient clans expressed their stance surprisingly unanimously, even Monroe expressed anger and sent core members to join the hunt. Of course, Monroe did not admit that this incident had anything to do with him.
In this way, a large net centered on the deepest dark area of the Twilight Continent, and expanded rapidly, covering half of the continent in the blink of an eye.
On the vast plains of the Twilight Continent, a vague figure is moving rapidly. Ye Tong bowed her body, using the undulating long grass and scattered solitary trees to cover her tracks, and ran towards the distance.
There were many damages on the black tights on her body, some of which were already intact skin, while some of the cuts were still rolled up flesh and blood. Running non-stop for several days, even the most powerful vampires would not be able to stand it, not to mention how many battles they had experienced while fleeing? Yetong didn't have the energy to repair the wounds, but even so, some small wounds healed on their own, showing the strength of her blood.
Yetong's feet went limp and he almost fell to the ground. However, she felt that the fiery ancient blood in her arms suddenly gained strength again, and continued to run away.