Chapter 300 299 Uninvited Guests From the Vampire Clan

Chapter 300 299. Uninvited guests of the blood clan

"Those despicable humans have built a small mansion in the Red Flame Mountains. The building under construction has already taken shape as a castle."

"Four unfamiliar faces appeared not long ago. They are suspected to be purchased slaves. Now they are reclaiming wasteland and building walls under the leadership of a half-dragon."

"The owner of this group of despicable scum seems to be a petite magician. We saw with our own eyes that she made the earth tremble and the soil surged into shape. She controlled two huge mud giants to help build... No more information can be obtained. Our blood relatives were torn to pieces by a rabbit-eared monster. .”

“Taking advantage of the night, we released the puppets to go deep, but we did not find the breath of the magic circle, nor any traces of traps, as if they had not been set up yet.”

“But the puppets did not return, and a strange mist swallowed the puppets…”

Newman, the leader of the blood clan, listened to the servant’s report without saying a word. His bloody and deep eyes were always fixed on the outline of the Broken Gold City in the distance. Those hard and cold lines aroused his inner desire little by little. At this moment, the Broken Gold City was no longer a city, but a graceful and graceful girl. She stood silently in the distance, capturing Newman’s eyes with the purest beauty.

The sudden strong wind blew Newman’s reddish-brown long hair flying, and the servants who were squatting on the ground subconsciously covered their eyes with their hands.

A smile appeared on Newman’s cold face.

"Sarel, I hope you bring me more good news."

The long golden hair was stained with smelly blood and stuck together like a pile of noodles. The woman irritably pushed aside the hair that blocked her vision, licked the blood that rubbed the corners of her mouth with her tongue, and threw a head to Newman.

Her empty and lifeless eyes stared straight at the sky, and the terrified expression on her face pressed the freeze button.

A crystal sign was thrown to the ground along with the head.

Newman glanced at it and nodded with satisfaction.

The blood clan servants brought in several pale and tattered adventurers. Newman stepped on the head and asked condescendingly: "Sixth-level blood clan hunter Elliot, right?"

The adventurers with faces as pale as gold paper trembled as they confirmed the head and nodded one after another.

Newman waved his hand: "Let them continue to claim their followers."

After these adventurers left, Newman kicked the head under his feet aside with emotion: "If possible, I really want to have more vampire hunters among my followers."

"Aren't they good?" Saler touched the blood spots on the tip of his tall nose, put it in his mouth and sucked it clean, revealing an expression of unsatisfied.

"Level 4... is too weak." Newman said, "Easily betraying their companions and fellow tribesmen, which makes people despise them, and there is no fun in conquering them. I prefer to appreciate them falling into chaos little by little, making a choice between humans and us, and then getting deeper and deeper..."

Saler grinned: "As one of the six wings, I am not as complicated as you. The blood of the rebels makes me intoxicated... Next time, please let me continue to conquer those poor adventurers, preferably... crystal-level."

"Do you want to deal with the group of people in the mountains?"

Saler grinned: "He They are desecrating our land, and desecration should be met with blood sacrifice. "

"No hurry." Newman comforted, "Our eyes should stay on this lost city of the blood clan. This is the first time in more than a thousand years that we are so close to obtaining it. Since our ancestors lost this land, dragons and humans have controlled it for a long time, and we are forced to curl up in the mountains and wilderness, watching them grab the wealth that should belong to us. "

"Take it back, this should be our home." Newman clenched his fists, and the wings behind him also stretched out little by little.

Sarelle grinned and sneered, and even the followers trained by Newman were frightened by his crazy appearance and avoided him.

"King, are we just going to let those mosquitoes do whatever they want on our land? They killed our people, deprived them of their wings, and insulted their souls..."

Sarelle was still asking for a fight, her fists clenched and unclenched.

"Six Wings has already dealt with it." Newman had no choice but to answer, "Now I need you to continue to complete the mission. Anyone who leaves Broken Gold City with weapons will be sucked of their blood and their shriveled bodies thrown into the city."

"What about blood poison?"

"No need for blood poison... We can't see those people die with our own eyes, which is not good... We should further appreciate the ugly appearance of these despicable people who seized our land before they died."

Sarelle left with a crazy laugh, dragging a headless body with her, and the suicide note was still preserved in the armor.

She was very curious about what the expressions of those who still refused to put down their weapons and leave the city would be when Broken Gold City learned that another ace adventurer who hunted blood clans had died tragically.

The blood clan with a feminine appearance and indistinguishable gender approached Newman.

"Bamu, what good news have you brought me?"

Bamu, one of the six wings of the blood clan, bowed slightly: "King, as you think, neither the Church nor Solon has responded to Broken Gold City, and the messenger from Broken Gold City has returned empty-handed."

Newman stood with his hands behind his back: "Both the Theocracy and Solon are facing some minor problems at the moment. This rich but lost land is not worth their attention. As for the city-states and countries adjacent to Broken Gold City...interests are what they value most. Now that the mines are exhausted, speculative gold diggers are scarce, and they will not be angry about the change of ownership of Broken Gold City."

"As long as we don't slaughter the people in this city at will, the noble four countries will not bend down and scold us. They will only glimpse some words that will not stir up waves in the redundant information delivered by the messengers every day, and then throw them aside and continue to rule their vast territory."

"The tribesmen are too excited, so the way we execute adventurers may cause some criticism."

"Adventurers are not human beings." Newman emphasized calmly.

Maybe it was the mountain breeze that made him feel so comfortable, or maybe it was the nightfall, the scenery of the bright moon in the sky made him feel elegant, and he had a desire to express himself in his heart.

"Bamu, do you know why there are so many adventurers?"

Bamu lowered his head: "I am not as wise as you, and I am willing to listen to your teachings."

"The bard will tell you that it is the endless unknown, the soul chasing freedom, the yearning for adventure, and the call from afar that have created endless adventurers from all races."

"The adventurer who has been wandering on the edge of life and death for years, who will get drunk when he has money and enjoy himself desperately will tell you that he doesn't want to be an adventurer at all, he wants to be a master, a noble, and a superior person. They will curse, get angry, and then after sleeping and waking up, they will complain about those who are not as good as them. Put it away, continue to accept commissions day after day and earn commissions. "

"The governors of the four large human kingdoms will cooperate with the Adventurer's Guild to announce that adventurers are a profession they recognize, but they have never really set their sights on these people. "

"Most adventurers do not produce for the empire. They are just the "materials" that appear to fill the gaps in order within and outside the empire's jurisdiction. A large number of them are just unstable factors for the country, and a stable number of them are the "power" needed by the country. "

"Why doesn't Sligo slay the dragon every year, but deliberately intervals, is it really because Don't they want to kill all dragons? "Newman sneered, "Sligo hangs the title of dragon slayer high, uses money and status as bait, drives batches of adventurers to die one after another, recruits the strongest, and eliminates the weakest. "

"The Dragon Slaying Festival is just a formality, he can change the name... Maybe next year will be a celebration of punishing elements, or a celebration of hunting slimes... It doesn't matter who the hunting target is, as long as the ladder to become a 'new noble' in the eyes of adventurers is still there. As for how many corpses are under the ladder... the weak who admire the strong, the ignorant people can't see it, Their eyes have never been clear. "

"Bamu, I have been to the capitals of the four major countries. The adventurers active here all look at the group of people with the highest status - the nobles. They have strong strength, but lack a threshold to join them, so they go there just for an opportunity, not for survival. In the well-ordered direct control areas of the four major countries, adventurers are speculators. Outside the direct control areas of the four major countries, there is a lack of order and the areas that need to be filled by underground order... Adventurers are a profession, and the people here live for money. "

Bamu's head is getting lower and lower.

The adventurers who were originally human but were transformed into vampires were crawling on the ground and trembling constantly. They deliberately covered their faces to avoid being seen by others.

Newman looked around at the kneeling relatives with a smile. He slowly walked past one adventurer after another who was well-known in Broken Gold City and the surrounding city-states, admiring their trembling postures and continuing the topic.

"No one cares about the death of adventurers, no matter how miserable their death is, because this is a dangerous profession."

"The Empire always promotes the best in this profession." Newman imitated the powerful voice of the Empire's governor he had seen with interest, "Come and see this outstanding adventurer, look at his outstanding record, I have never seen such amazing spoils, he actually hunted down the crystal-level monster that has been troubling the border for a long time alone, for this, the Empire will provide him with a title!"

"The mouthpiece of the Empire will spare no effort to publicize the amazing gains these adventurers have made during their adventures, but they will never mention how much effort and sacrifice the adventurers have made for this. They will not tell the public that such opportunities are low-probability events, nor will they ... high-probability events, Tell the people that the gains of these adventurers are far less than what they can get by signing a few documents in the Empire Tower. They only tell the people the results, and never tell the cruel process. "

Bamu was convinced: "The tribesmen can do whatever they want, but I don't know when Broken Gold City will surrender."

"Soon." Newman said, "An isolated city without hope and no good news can't hold on. Every death of their crystal-level adventurers is the greatest destruction to their spirit. As long as Broken Gold City's request for help is once again ignored by the Theocracy and Solon, then this town will easily return to our hands. "

Newman turned around and prepared to leave, and the magic messenger flying under the moonlight made him pause.

He stretched out his finger to stop the messenger bat.

"A strange crystal-level warrior appeared in Broken Gold City, killing five tribesmen with one knife, and the magician with him yawned and blew up the bodies of more than a dozen followers..."

Newman frowned and was about to summon Barmu, one of the Six Wings, when another messenger arrived.

"The blood hunters and adventurers in Broken Gold City rushed out of the city and pushed back the family members and tribesmen who besieged the city... The casualties cannot be counted, and the scene was in chaos."

The message transmitted by the messenger also includes the roar of magical explosions and the strong wind of weapons slashing, which is a signal that the sender is in deep danger.

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Sarel covered her injured right hand, the wild smile on her face disappeared, and she stared at the knife in Royer's hand with fear.

So weird.

The man who introduced himself as Royer did not swing the knife very quickly, but when she wanted to move, she found that the light of the knife was already approaching and there was no way to avoid it.

There were two such attacks, and Sarel was unable to dodge or even defend against them.

The barrier formed by magic power collapsed the moment it was hit by the sword light. Even if he kept flying at high speed, dodging and moving, the sword light released by the slowly swinging sword could still hit accurately.

The battle next to her has ended. The girl Sharem who greeted her with a smile just waved her hand gently at the dependents she brought, and their bodies swelled up and turned into slime-like balls floating into the air. Then the next one A broken…

In the past, the scattered flesh and blood had cheered her up, but at this moment, she was so nervous that her whole body was stiff.

She didn't dare move.

Those gentle, jade-like eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent, like a ferocious beast hiding under the water, which would explode and bite people as long as it made the slightest move.

Roye, who was holding a knife in one hand, hooked his hand at her: "Ms. Sarel, won't you attack us?"

"Your knife...is weird." Sarel said smoothly.

"Is it weird?" Royer seemed confused, "One of my friends only used three words to describe my knife skills."

"What three words?"

"Quick, accurate, and ruthless." Royer was smiling. The smile was like the satisfaction of a young man who has read a good book. "Judging from my performance just now, I should have achieved these three points perfectly, so, I don’t think it’s strange.”

Sarel didn't answer. She was thinking about whether to attack or retreat.

Royer, who received no response, heard Charem's yawn behind him, and...

"Roye...I'm sleepy...want to sleep..."

Sharem was teetering and might collapse at any moment.

Royer turned his head and stared at Sarel: "Okay, it's time for me to finish here...Ms. Sarel, if you don't attack, I will take action."