Time flies, the vicissitudes of life.
For an existence like Leylin, once he devotes himself to something, he often does not feel the passage of time, and hundreds of years of time can slip away quietly in a trance.
Of course, for regular existences with a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, this time may be just a nap time, but for mortals, it is the life and death of dozens of generations.
Even, even for wizards, that's a pretty long time.
Perhaps, some low-level wizards themselves do not have such a long lifespan.
Only the great beings aloft and above can be so indifferent to the passage of time.
For ordinary wizards on the south coast, and perhaps in the underground world, the most profound information from the outside world may only be the rise of the Ouroboros Ring in such a long period of time.
The current Ouroboros Ring has long since gotten rid of the embarrassing situation of two or three big cats and kittens, but has grown into a powerful force that stretches across the surface of the wizarding world, and even spreads across the underground world.
And the Farrell family that leads the Ring of Ouroboros is known as "the first bloodline family!"
The powerful bloodline it inherited eclipsed all the warlock families in other continents, and soon showed extraordinary combat power.
Among the descendants of Leylin's direct line, this kind of performance is even more obvious, and even if it is a collateral line separated by several generations, the power of blood contained in it is enough to bring unspeakable benefits to other Kemoyin families.
The families of Furui and Maggie are obviously the beneficiaries of this kind of benefits. They closely follow the Farrell family and serve as vassals. They have also purified their own blood through marriage and other methods, making the proportion of senior warlock Increase and increase, emerge in endlessly.
These warlocks of the new generation possess extraordinary bloodline power, and fanatically believe in Leylin, the source of the bloodline, forming the basis for the rule of the Ouroboros Ring.
As for the gradually deified Leylin, he has become a legendary character, who often does not show his face for decades, full of mystery.
The power of the entire Ouroboros Ring was gradually controlled by his second-generation descendants—Sirui and other warlocks.
In the underground world, a team of warlocks with the pattern of ouroboros on their clothes is slowly moving forward.
Behind them, there are a large number of captives, as well as materials that are obviously looted.
"Captain Luca! The number of people has been counted! If there is no one left, the other party's family can be confirmed to be completely destroyed!"
An ordinary-looking blond warlock Hui reported, with an obvious look of admiration in his eyes.
"Very good! Put them all in prison chains! Prepare to be sold as high-level slaves!"
Luka said without any hesitation on his face, while the warlocks below accepted his orders very normally, and everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, as if they were very used to it.
"Underground world! This kind of gloomy sky is really uncomfortable. Maybe after this mission, I should apply for a rest on the ground..."
Looking at the dark rocky sky, Luka couldn't help but sighed in his heart.
As an old man of the Ring of Ouroboros, he is already over five hundred years old, and he has also experienced all the major events from the initial siege to the subsequent glory. His youthful appearance can no longer conceal his own life energy. Exhaustion.
"Really... Looking back on all this, it really seems like a dream..."
Looking at the many captives and the team moving forward again, Luca couldn't help mumbling.
Everything starts with the adult entering the Ring of Ouroboros. The other party seems to be a natural strongman, and the speed of promotion is so fast that it almost exceeds the limit of Luca's imagination.
"These damned bastards dare to disobey the orders of our Ouroboros Ring! They are suicidal! Of course, only Captain Luca can easily destroy them!"
The blond-haired team member came to his side and said flatteringly.
"Me?! Hehe... In the past, maybe my third-level warlock was still a character, but now... don't make fun of you, Uncle Luka!"
Luca looked at the warlock, a doting look flashed in his eyes.
"It goes without saying that the Farrell family, even the Blood Snake family and the Maggie family, compared with those real blood nobles, my achievements are nothing. the blood of..."
Luka's voice became extremely respectful, and the young warlock also had an expression of admiration on his face.
"Bloodline of the sixth level! You don't need to practice hard to reach the realm of Morning Star or even Huiyue..."
There was envy and loss on the young man's face: "If I also..."
"Locked! Stop your unrealistic thoughts! That Lord Leylin didn't have such an outstanding bloodline back then, but he has reached the height he is now..."
Luka's tone was a bit warning: "What you need to do now is to keep an eye on the order!"
"Obey! Captain!" Seeing Luka's stern voice, the young warlock immediately saluted and ran to the back of the team.
"Now the little guy..."
Luka shook his head, with helplessness in his eyes.
The rise of the Farrell family and its vassal families definitely had a huge impact on those original bloodline nobles.
Of course, under the pressure of absolute strength, those nobles of blood did not dare to let go, and all sincerely accepted the absolute control of the Farrell family.
At the same time, there is also a morbid worship of the "blood of the emperor"-of course, for warlocks, it is completely normal to have this kind of mentality.
It's a pity that the Farrell family's policy has always been very strict in controlling their own blood, and there are very few outflows.
So far, only a few original bloodline nobles have won this honor.
Those many old nobles have already seen the reshuffle that will be formed by the emerging emperor's blood, and they are even willing to pay any price in order to obtain a new powerful blood.
Of course, they dare not really conspire to seize them, so it has become a basic policy to please the Farrell family and even other affiliated families at all costs.
At the same time, those who covet the blood of the Farrell family by any illegal means will inevitably be bloody destroyed by the Farrell family.
"Sigh... Although Locke's blood is quite strong, he is nothing compared to the emperor's blood... And, with the status of our family, it is a matter of no time until the blood spreads." …”
As long as Luca thinks about those noble descendants who follow behind the female relatives of the Farrell family all day like so many flies, his scalp becomes numb.
He has never had the heart to tell this junior the cruel reality, because he is afraid that the other party will not be able to help but feel disheartened.
"Hey... I hope that luck can favor that silly boy of Locke, so that he can be favored by a lady from the Farrell family. Even if he is married, he can accept it..."
Luca couldn't help but start to think wildly, and then he laughed a little dumbfounded.
"Forget it, I'd better see how much profit this capture can bring me to be more realistic..."
Of course, those in power in the Farrell family are aware of this contradictory situation, but the spread of blood is a very serious matter, and it takes time to accumulate.
Therefore, what they can do now is to divert conflicts through continuous development of interests.
Obviously, although deep in his heart he was somewhat dissatisfied that his family did not get new blood, Luca's mind was obviously attracted by the benefits he was about to obtain.
When it was confirmed that the harvest this time was enough for him to accumulate a certain contribution value, and even exchanged for precious materials to impact crystallization, Luca's face was already full of smiles.
"This is the benefit of mastering the trading channel! I didn't expect that I, Luka, would be able to be promoted to the third level of crystallization..."
The profits brought by the bilateral trade to the Ouroboros Ring are quite terrifying, and the result of this is that the cultivation resources are abundant, which eases the contradiction to a certain extent.
"Attention, we are about to reach White Phosphorus City!"
Luka's sound transmission made the whole team start to commotion, and even Luka himself couldn't help but look forward to it.
The passage of White Phosphorus City is of extraordinary importance, it is simply the lifeline of the entire trade, so it has the highest level of security and is also the most prosperous.
Although the communication between the underground and the surface began to deepen, the two sides have never found a more convenient passage than here, so the status of White Phosphorus City is highlighted even more important.
Although the astral gate can solve the problem of small-scale transmission of important materials and people, when it involves a large amount of trade content, it will definitely lose money.
So far, the entire underground world has reached a consensus - whoever controls the White Phosphorus City will control the great benefits!
Under the lure of great interests, and perhaps other underground forces that were invaded by the original trade, they have not given up their coveting of White Phosphorus City.
Although they dare not die in a frontal attack, there are many other small moves.
White Phosphorus City is also very disgusted with this kind of force that looks like a mouse in the gutter, and once it is discovered, it will give the most resolute suppression and elimination.
But as long as the Ouroboros Ring's exploitation of the underground world exists, it is conceivable that this kind of resistance will never be lacking.
And this time, Luca was also ordered to destroy one of the small forces.
For this kind of mange, those high-ranking rulers and profiteers have no fear at all, and their opinions are surprisingly consistent, that is, resolute destruction!
In the face of overwhelming strength, no matter how resolute and tragic the resistance is, there will only be destruction in the end.
Luka looked at the group of captives behind him, with a trace of disdain on the corner of his mouth.