Chapter 208

Lin Ruo and Lin Fan couldn't help but narrow their eyes slightly, staring at the two people hurriedly passing by with a little curiosity.

For some reason, when those two figures came into view, an indescribable feeling of familiarity instantly came to my mind.

It seemed like I had seen it somewhere before, but I couldn't remember the specific scene.

However, before they could think about it carefully, the two people left as quickly as the wind and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only Lin Ruo and Lin Fan looking at each other with doubts in their hearts.

However, this doubt did not last long, because at this moment, Xiao Yao'er's clear and sweet shout came from not far away.

"Sister Lin Ruo! Brother Lin Fan! Come quickly!" Hearing Xiao Yao'er's call, Lin Ruo and Lin Fan immediately came back to their senses, temporarily putting the strange feeling behind them, and hurried towards the sound. Go in the direction it came from.

On the other side, outside Jianmen Pass not far from here, on a vast plain, a large Western army was camping.

In one of the spacious tents, Alexander the Great sat with five of his capable generals.

Among them, there were several beautiful and sad women sitting.

These women all came from barbarian tribes. Unfortunately, they were captured by these six people and became the objects of their wanton play.

The six men had lewd smiles on their faces, and pairs of rough hands were caressing the delicate bodies of the women, causing the women to scream and sob in horror.

However, this tragic scene did not arouse the pity of these barbaric people at all. Instead, it made them more and more excited to indulge in this perverted enjoyment.

"You stinking wolf cub! Look at your hairy hands, as if you just emerged from the wild. You don't know how to clean them up. How dare you provoke those beautiful girls like flowers? Aren't you afraid of making people feel uncomfortable?"

Nikolai stared at the Lycaon of the werewolf clan across from him with contempt on his face, and sneered unceremoniously.

When Lycaon heard this, he immediately became furious. He opened his eyes angrily, stared at Nicholas fiercely, and gritted his teeth and retorted:

"Hmph! What do you know? You are a little bat who only hides in dark corners all day long. You can even play with a woman coquettishly and slowly. You are just like a girl! I really don't know if you still have one. Be a man!"

Werewolves and vampires have always been incompatible with each other, and they dislike each other.

Therefore, wars of words like this have become commonplace for them.

Just when the two of them were arguing with each other and were blushing, a deep and majestic voice suddenly sounded.

"That's enough, you two guys! You bicker endlessly every time you meet. You're even noisier than the aunts haggling in the market! As long as you two get together, you're bound to have a few words like this. Yes. Can’t you just calm down?”

It was Alexander who was sitting in a high position who spoke.

I saw him slowly pushing away the charming woman in his arms, and speaking impatiently to the two people who were arguing below.

After hearing Alexander's words, Nicholas and Lycaon, although they were unwilling to do so, still shut their mouths obediently and did not dare to say any more.

After all, they did not dare to be too presumptuous in front of this powerful leader.

For a moment, the whole room fell into a brief silence.

"My King! Why did you insist on stopping us from taking action just now? If we were allowed to take action, how could we be so cowardly!"

Delph, the dragon knight sitting not far away, asked with suspicion.

I saw him wearing heavy armor and looking majestic, but at this moment, his brows were furrowed because of the confusion in his heart.

Before King Alexander could respond, Master Merlin spoke first:

"Don't worry, General Delph. They are just a bunch of insignificant grasshoppers. Why not let them jump around for a while?"

Master Merlin stroked the staff in his hand, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

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After hearing what Master Merlin said, Bernlia, who was as tall as a bear, also agreed: "Hey, old man Merlin is right! Look at those people's thin arms and thin legs. I only need a light touch to Tear them apart like paper!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his thick fingers and licked them, as if he had tasted the enemy's blood.

At this time, King Alexander finally spoke slowly:

"Everyone, please be patient. Some of our men are currently charging and killing in this vast grassland and have not returned yet.

No matter what, we have to wait for their triumph before making a decision. Until then, conquer that majestic level in one fell swoop so that all the soldiers can relax and enjoy themselves. "

However, only King Alexander himself knew that his perfunctory treatment of Delph actually had a deeper meaning...

Alexander is still frightened by the near-death feeling he experienced not long ago, as if there is an extremely sharp sword hanging above his head, which may suddenly come down at any time and kill him in an instant.

This feeling followed him everywhere, making him restless, not knowing when his final day would come.

At this moment, Nicholas nodded slightly and said slowly: "That's very good. There are still many sons and daughters of my blood clan scattered throughout this vast grassland."

After that, the old ancestor of the blood clan no longer looked at the people present, hugged the graceful barbarian woman beside him tightly, and walked out with big strides. Before leaving, he left a sentence without looking back:

"I am hungry and need to go find some food. You guys can chat here slowly."

Seeing Nikola gradually walking away until he disappeared, the others followed suit, hugging the beautiful woman in their arms and leaving quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Alexander was the only one left, alone in this spacious tent.

Looking at the barbarian woman who was just leaning on Alexander's arms, she had already collapsed on the ground, her body shriveled like a dead tree, and she had turned into a lifeless mummy.

At the same time, a strong breath of life visible to the naked eye continued to flow into Alexander's body like a tide.

As these life breaths rushed into his body crazily, a jaw-dropping scene occurred. Alexander's face, which was originally full of wrinkles and showed an old state, became smooth and tight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually regained vitality and vigor.

Taking the lives of others to extend one's own life is really outrageous!

However, what is unexpected is that Alexander the Great has survived for so long by relying on such cruel means.

"What are you afraid of..."

At this moment, an old and extremely cold voice sounded slowly like a ghost, breaking the original deathly silence.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, but saw an old man wearing a snow-white robe, holding a scepter shining with mysterious light in his hand, and wearing a huge and eye-catching cross on his chest slowly walking into the tent.

His weathered face was full of traces of time, and his deep eyes revealed endless majesty and coldness.

This person is none other than the Pope of the Western Church, who is feared by all!

"You don't understand..."

Alexander bowed his head slightly, his tone as calm as a pool of stagnant water, as if he had already known the Pope's sudden appearance.

There was no emotion on his cold face, as if everything that happened in front of him had nothing to do with him.

The Pope snorted coldly, stared at Alexander with a sharp gaze, walked to an empty table, and then sat down slowly.

His gorgeous robe swayed gently with the movement of his body, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

"The East? Those guys' abilities are indeed a bit weird, but what can they do? After all, they can't be compared with us. I really don't understand why you are so afraid of them?" The Pope's voice was low and majestic, containing a strong sense of disdain.

Alexander slowly turned his head to look at the Pope, then slowly closed his eyes. The long sword that was about to strike appeared in his mind again.

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