Black Scepter Chapter 66: 13 family

>Morpheus reached Ashkandi, and when they touched their fingers, their expressions were somewhat inexplicable, but Ashcandi’s eyebrows were lowered, but Morpheus moved his throat because of the hand Long, cold fingers... Gently clenched himself.

But it was too late to think about something, and there was a breath in the air that made Morpheus frown.

The light of the prison of eternal words reflected more than a dozen figures falling from the sky, bat wings, human bodies, pale cheeks.

Blood race, this race that caused fear on the mainland on the plane of the human world and was crucified by the Holy See. At this moment, it appeared in front of Morpheus with an absolutely strong gesture.

The reason for being strong is that among the vampires who attacked the city of West Sellin, except for one count, only Mehkel, a member of the Kleinman family, has the strength of the duke, and at this moment the guys who landed outside the jail in front of Morpheus , Even unified are all Duke level!

The figure in it is even more unfathomable.

Prince?

In the concept of Morpheus, the most powerful blood clan in the mainland will only be Ashkandi and the Prince William, who is stronger, there is no conclusion, but it is conceivable that the blood clan at the prince level is complete. The Duke, who has exceeded the threshold of the i-level, needs to be graded with the ancient Sega alphabet-that is, each prince will not be much different from his own strength.

It may even be exceeded.

Ashkandi stood in the middle of the cage, always looking at the group of people who appeared in front of him. The relaxed expression when he just chatted with Morpheus gradually disappeared, and finally became a bitter cold.

"Aha-let me see who it will be, which brought me such an unexpected surprise?"

The vampire, who can’t see the level, speaks Verding in the arch of the 13 Dukes, which even makes Morpheus stunned.

The other stepped forward, dressed in a stylish black robe, painted with reddish trim, and solemn in style. This guy walking in the middle has a pale cheek peculiar to the blood race, a perfect inverted triangle, and is a girl A typical handsome knight style in fantasy.

Not to mention why the other party uses Verding, Ashcandi’s movement of raising his arms slightly after seeing the person in front of him has already explained the seriousness of the situation-she is never afraid of any enemy. This action shows that the heart has been prepared recently, which shows that the guy in front of her gives her a sense of crisis.

"The Ballena family appears at this time, what do you want to tell me?"

Ashkandi seems to be very familiar with the identities of these guys in front of him. Morpheus took a step back silently, holding a scepter and watching the developments.

The momentum of the thirteen blood princes is quite sufficient. The guy who is surrounded by stars in the center gives Morpheus a sense of danger and urgency. The reality of this member of the Barenna family has come to Yongyan In front of the prison, carefully reviewed the highest-level imprisonment spell in this divine art.

"Huh, old Marcus was imprisoned by it."

When the words fell, he straightened his fist and hit the cage!

"Boo!"

The robes and hunting of the 14 blood tribes blew by the violent airflow, but the two in the cage were unharmed, and even the extra movements were intact.

But Morpheus was secretly shocked-he had reason to believe that this guy's unpretentious fist was far more powerful than Nayar's giant claws.

"Sure enough, it is firm enough."

After the sigh was over, he turned his attention to Ashkandi, bowed slightly, and performed a formal courtesy: "Nicholas Ballena, fortunate to be Miss Ashkandi again, it is an honor."

Have he seen Ashkandi?

Just when Morpheus was in doubt, the other person’s lazy gaze turned to Morpheus, and with a smile-like expression, Yin Yin followed the sentence: "This young man with a scepter of Sulfuras welcomes you The world of sinking, suffering, doom, sin, death, there is something for you to taste slowly here."

The current situation is deadlocked.

Ashkandi and Morpheus stood in their cages without saying a word. Fourteen inexplicably powerful blood races stood outside the prison cage separated by runes, and their expressions were joking.

Some uncomfortable meeting words are like taunting the raised animals. The blood tribes clearly showed their attitude-hostility, and it is a source of hostility.

"Unexpectedly, the sinking world has given the Ballena family the power? Did the Fisichella family give up the power struggle?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, the Fisichella family has now left the sinking world, I think it must be because the climate here is not suitable for them to live in."

Nicholas was a gentleman, but he said nothing like deliberately confronting Ashcandi. After greeting Morpheus, his gaze never looked even at the scepter of Sulfuras, it seemed that it was fundamental to him It doesn't matter.

In the face of this kind of provocation, Ashkandi simply stopped talking, so he squinted his shoulders and looked at the other party. Nicholas obviously would not insult the Ω-level strongman with impunity-speaking of strength It may be acceptable for him to fight with Morpheus, but there is still no chance of facing Ashcandy.

This is true even with the 13 Dukes behind him who support the battle.

“I’m here, I just want to tell Miss Ashcandy that we will never forget anything you have done to the Barrenna family, although it seems that you have provoked some disgusting guys I’m here, but I’ll tell you—one of the people listed in the Ballena family has not yet escaped.”

"Even if you are Ashkandi."

The guy turned and walked away after he finished talking, and the blood of the 13 Dukes followed suit, disappearing into darkness in less than ten seconds.

Contradictions that cannot be resolved.

Even as a neglected role, Morpheus deeply feels the hatred of the group of guys in Ballenna-what caused Ashcandy to provoke such a group of powerful guys in this plane ?

Depending on the situation, the bloodline of a single prince level is by no means the strongest of this family. Obviously, there are guys who need to look up behind Nicholas.

"I didn't expect it."

Ashkandi lowered his arms, turned his head, and for the first time showed a slightly distressed expression in front of Morpheus-helpless, worried, wrinkled brows and slightly raised palms let Ashcandi at this moment It seems that I have something I have never seen before-"If it is just me, I have countless ways to get out of it, but now you are involved with me"

She sighed, but then suddenly smiled: "Is this how you worry about others?"

Morpheus doesn’t know what to say, standing there, fingers squeezing the scepter tightly.

"Under Cain, there are a total of thirteen bloodlines, and the Kleinman family is the most declining one. If I say this, will you be surprised?"

Ashkandi confided a fact that the Vatican Holy See has not dared to admit it-the single most vulnerable Kleinman has made the mainland surging for hundreds of years. Of course they dare not tell the public that this world still has There are thirteen other bloodlines that are more powerful.

Even if these guys have disappeared from this plane.

Morpheus tried to make him quickly accept the message in front of him-he originally thought that his power had reached a level close to the peak, but now it seems that the other twelve blood races are enough to let them look up to their powerful forces.

"Have you played with them?"

"Most of them," Ashcandi looked away slightly, frowning and thinking, "I can't remember how many battles I have experienced, but what I can confirm is that my hands are not The blood of the Ballena family is missing."

The surrounding air gradually became cold, and the quiet cemetery-like environment was weak. Morpheus thought about it, or mobilized the elements to gather a bonfire, squatted down and looked at the warm firelight: "They don’t seem to value my hands. Scepter?"

"What you see may not be true, what you hear may not be credible."

Pale cheeks were reflected by the light of the fire. Ashcandi stepped to the edge of the prison of eternal words, extended his finger to touch the rune with the golden light, and the fingertips flickered with a slight fluctuation, and then Was bounced off firmly by the runes.

"If we can't get out, we may really end up with Marcus-I might be better. Unless you also become a blood family, it is estimated that it will not last long."

"Blood Clan?" Morpheus swallowed, imagining that there were two wings growing behind him, looking white as if he had taken arsenic. He couldn't help but fought a cold war, "That's bad enough"

"Oops?" Ashcandi turned back and said with a smile: "Being bitten by me lightly, you are not as simple as a vampire."

"Missing?"

Irindal stared at Lord Hegel's unsmiling face for a long time without knowing what to say.

"This is not my conspiracy, I just want to tell you the fact that the chief consul and assistant disappeared together in that battle."

Hegel’s face is heavy—although two consecutive battles have led Lampard to victory with very little loss, this does not mean that the final balance of the war will always lean towards himself, and Verding’s army has completely invaded East Balice, the other lords did not have the same peers as Lampard, but within four weeks, they were defeated by all the main towns and fortresses. Two lords and a large number of nobles became prisoners of war. It is more than three thousand people.

This war is like a boulder rolling down the hillside. Once it starts, it is almost impossible to stop.

Irindal, as the intelligence officer, went to Ashkandi to report the situation as usual, but found that there was no trace of her in the Lord’s Hall and the entire territory. The magnificent battle was caused by a violent shock wave. No one can see clearly what happened in the middle of the battlefield. The only thing I know is a golden spear in the sky and a magic spell ban that creates a huge deep pit in the middle of the battlefield.

In battle?

No one wants to think in this direction.

Although unwilling to admit it, Irindal and the entire night watchman and even Hegel are well aware that the reason why Lampard and the entire East Ballice dare to vigorously rebel against the army and the sacred Gabriel The most fundamental strength of the great empires of the empire was the terrifying power of this level.

Now that she is gone, who will clean up the remaining mess?

If you don’t come back, when will you come back? These questions are completely unsolved. The result of the leaders being too strong is the chaos displayed when the dragons are headless. Fortunately, Ashcandi did not wave his hand to kill the last of the Hegels family. An heir, at this time, Hegel, who had gradually adapted to the position of the lord, had to stand up and start maintaining the continuation of the territory war in his own way.

Will the Holy Gabriel Empire counterattack?

Looking at the army supported by Navdin on the horizon, they know that they will never give up.

"To count the casualties, I need to know the number of Fording's support troops, the attacking methods and effects of the opponent's magician, these need to be studied by the wizard group. It is only at the cost of a large number of casualties that I can let go, and I need the current absolute command of intelligence."

Hegel unreservedly expressed his request to Irindal-at this moment, he made such a request without any place worthy of rejection. Otherwise, Lampard will lose control sooner or later. In the enemy's womb.

"I need at least an official official written document. Although I am serving for the night watchman, it does not mean that I am not preparing to retreat for myself. If an accident occurs, I will leave here without hesitation."

Although the Japanese elves talk about credit, no Japanese elves who can live to this day will stupidly abide by a few words and never die. Irindal is not a fool. She knows that she has no way to say go-creed The East Balice branch is running under his own hands, not only because of Ashkandi or Morpheus, any excessive behavior of his own will lead to unpredictable consequences.

She can only wait to end the war as soon as possible.

"This."

Hegel took out a piece of parchment without hesitation. The content on it clearly illustrates the legitimacy of the power transfer-even if Irindal as a senior intelligence officer of the creed can easily see this The parchment had no obvious traces of forgery, but she took it with both hands, saluted, and turned away.

It’s not like life. Sometimes, in order to survive, sometimes we have to choose to believe a crappy lie.

Sunderland and the wizarding group that released the curse stayed silent when they saw Hegel’s order book—obviously, with their knowledgeable brains, it’s not difficult to guess the authenticity of this document.

"I refuse."

Sunderland, who is the head of the Master, made a decision diametrically opposed to Irindal, "I refuse to acknowledge the authenticity of this document."

"So, do you refer to the Mage League, or the individual?"

In the face of this problem, all the mages behind Sunderland are still silent, most of them look at Sunderland-in this case, standing in a team is a very difficult thing to choose, on the one hand, it may become Lampard On the one hand, the next big consul is a man who is about to be deprived of all his rights but is the most powerful mage of the moment. Who can survive in the face of war?

They are well aware that this war cannot be avoided by themselves. From the day the mages were incorporated into the nightwatch mage group, all magicians have a very clear consciousness-magic, serving the war.

"Personal," Sunderland replied clearly: "However, if I think the war has reached the point where I need to come forward, I will not refuse my responsibility, after all, this territory provides me what I want Something."

A typical magician, stereotyped, but does not take advantage of the slightest advantage. Like the law of conservation of elements, Sunderland knows what he has and knows what to do~IndoMTL.com~ Behind all the masters Made their own choice.

"Since this is the case, I can only hope that you will show up at the right time."

Hegel’s current position is not what he wants to do-it is his usual way to have a crushing attack on the enemy with absolute superior strength, but he is stubborn to defend against the enemy several times. This is completely It is a task that is more than ten times more difficult.

He didn’t retreat. All his troops were gradually concentrated near the city of Sisselin where he was. After two battles, Paas City has successively obtained a large number of reinforcements from his army, and the entire city has completely entered the seal. In the city's defensive state, 30,000 defenders are enough to defend for a period of time.

The subsequent mobility war is another test of Hegel’s tactical level.

"Without the strong, this war can be fought. The unfettered Glass family will be more brutal wolves than anyone."

Hegel looked at the military map, waved his hand, and opened his legendary prologue with a technique that nearly subverted the traditional way of war.