"Those despicable humans have been building a lot of construction in the Hongyan Mountains. They have already built a small mansion, and the building they are building already has the prototype of a castle."
"Not long ago, four new faces appeared, 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, the soil surged into shape, and she commanded two huge mud giants to help build... More information is unknown,
Our blood relatives were torn apart by a rabbit-eared monster."
"While it was late at night, we released the puppets and went deeper. We found no scent of the magic circle, and no traces of traps. It seems that we haven't had time to set them up yet."
"But the puppet failed to return. A strange mist swallowed the puppet..."
Newman, the Lord of the Blood Race, listened to the report of his servant without saying a word. His deep red eyes were always fixed on the outline of Broken Gold City in the distance. Those hard and cold lines stirred up the desire in his heart little by little. At this moment, Broken Gold City
Jincheng is no longer a city, but a graceful and graceful girl. She stands silently in the distance, capturing Newman's gaze with her purest beauty.
The sudden strong wind blew Newman's long auburn hair flying, and the servants squatting on the ground subconsciously covered their eyes with their hands.
A smile appeared on Newman's stern face.
"Sarel, I hope you can bring me more good news."
The long golden hair was sticky because of the smelly blood, like crumbled noodles. The woman irritably pushed away the hair that blocked her sight, stuck out her tongue and licked the blood on the corner of her mouth, and then
Throw a head at Newman.
His empty and lifeless eyes stared straight at the sky, and the frightened expression on his face pressed the freeze button.
Thrown to the ground along with the head was a crystal sign.
Newman glanced at it and nodded with satisfaction.
The vampire servants brought several adventurers with pale faces and tattered clothes. Newman stepped on the head and asked condescendingly: "Elliot, the sixth-level vampire hunter, right?"
The adventurers with faces as golden as paper trembled and checked their heads, nodding their heads one after another.
Newman waved his hand: "Let them continue to claim their dependents."
After these adventurers left, Newman kicked his head aside with emotion: "If possible, I really want to have more vampire hunters in my family."
"Aren't they good too?" Sarel touched the bloody spot on the tip of her tall nose, put it into her mouth and sucked it clean, showing an unfinished expression.
"Level 4... is too weak." Newman said, "They easily betray their companions and fellow racers, which makes people despise them, and there is no joy in conquering them. I prefer to appreciate them falling bit by bit in the chaos, between humans and us.
Make a choice, and then sink deeper and deeper..."
Sarel said with a ferocious smile: "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
Class."
"You want to deal with those people in the mountains?"
Sarel smiled ferociously and said: "They are desecrating our land, and desecration should be punished with blood sacrifice."
"No rush." Newman comforted, "Our eyes should stay on this lost city of the vampires. This is the first time in more than a thousand years that we have been so close to obtaining it. Since our ancestors lost this land, the dragon
, humans have each controlled it for a long time, but we are forced to huddle in the mountains and wilderness, sitting and watching them seize the wealth that should belong to us."
"Take it back, this should have been our home." Newman clenched his fists and spread the wings behind him little by little.
Sarel grinned sneer, and looked so crazy that even the family members trained by Newman were frightened and avoided him one after another.
"King, are we going to let those mosquitoes run wild on our land? They killed our people, deprived them of their wings, and insulted their souls..."
Sarel was still asking for a fight, clenching and unclenching her fists.
"There are already six wings to deal with it." As a last resort, Newman replied, "Now I need you to continue to complete the mission. Anyone who leaves Broken Gold City with weapons will suck their blood and throw their shriveled bodies into the city."
"Where's the blood poison?"
"There is 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 behavior of these despicable people who took over our land before they died."
Sarel smiled crazily and left, dragging a headless body with a suicide note inside the armor.
She was very curious about the expressions of those who still refused to put down their weapons and walked out of the city when they learned that another ace adventurer from the Vampire Hunters had died tragically in Broken Gold City.
A feminine-looking vampire whose gender cannot be identified approached Newman.
"Bamu, what about you? 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 Theocracy nor Solon has responded to Broken Gold City, and the messenger from Broken Gold City has returned without success."
Newman stood with his hands behind his back: "Both the Theocracy and Solon are facing some small problems at the moment. This rich but lost land does not deserve more attention from them. As for the city-states and countries adjacent to Broken Gold City
…Profit is what they value most. Now that the mineral veins are exhausted, there are few speculative gold diggers. They will not be angry because Broken Gold City changes hands."
"As long as we don't slaughter the people in this city at will, the four noble countries will not bend down to scold us. They will only catch a glimpse of some words that will not cause waves in their hearts among the complicated messages delivered by the messengers every day, and then throw them away.
Go aside and continue to rule your huge territory."
"The tribesmen are too excited, so our method of executing the adventurers may cause some criticism."
"Adventurers are not human beings," Newman emphasized calmly.
Maybe it was the mountain breeze that made him feel extremely comfortable, or maybe it was the nightfall and the moonlit scene that made him feel elated, and a desire for expression arose in his heart.
"Bamu, do you know why there are so many adventurers?"
Ba Mu 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 the distance that have created an endless stream of adventurers from all races."
"Adventurers who have been wandering on the edge of life and death for many years, get drunk when they have money, and enjoy themselves desperately will tell you that they don't want to be adventurers at all, they want to be lords, nobles, and superiors. They will curse and get angry.
, and then after falling asleep and waking up, he put away those complaints and continued to accept commissions day after day and earn commissions."
"The governors of the four huge human kingdoms will cooperate with the adventurer union and declare that adventurers are a profession recognized by them, but they have never really focused on these people."
"Most of the adventurers are not engaged in production for the empire. They are just 'material' to fill the vacancies in the order inside and outside the empire's jurisdiction. They appear in large numbers only as a destabilizing factor for the country. A stable number of them is what the country needs.'
strength'."
"Why doesn't Sligo slay dragons every year, but deliberately takes intervals? Is it really because they don't want to kill all the dragons?" Newman sneered, "Sligo hangs the title of dragon slayer high, using money and status as its
The bait drives groups of adventurers to die one after another, recruiting the strongest and eliminating the weakest."
"The dragon-slaying celebration is just a formality, he can change the name... Maybe next year will be a celebration of the punishment of elements, or a celebration of hunting slimes... It doesn't matter who the hunting target is, as long as the one who becomes the 'new noble' in the eyes of the adventurer
It is enough that the ladder to heaven is still there. As for how many corpses there are under the ladder to heaven...the weak and ignorant people who are obsessed with strength cannot see it, their eyes have never been clear."
"Bamu, I have been to all the royal capitals of the four major kingdoms. The active adventurers here have set their sights on the group of people with the highest status - the nobles. They have strong strength, but lack a threshold to join them. Therefore,
They arrived there just for an opportunity, not for survival. In areas directly controlled by the four major powers with good order, adventurers are speculators. Outside the areas directly controlled by the four major powers, order is lacking and needs to be filled by underground order...adventurers are the only ones who
It’s a profession, and people here live for money.”
Bamu's head lowered lower and lower.
The adventurers around them who were originally humans but had been transformed into blood relatives were lying on the ground, trembling constantly. They deliberately covered their faces to prevent others from seeing their sad and angry expressions.
With a smile on his face, Newman looked around at the family members who were kneeling on the ground. He slowly walked past the adventurers who were famous in Broken Gold City and surrounding city-states one after another, admiring their trembling figures and continuing the conversation.
"No one will care about the death of an adventurer, no matter how miserable the death is, because this is a dangerous profession."
"The empire always promotes the best in this profession." Newman imitated the powerful voice of the imperial governor he had seen with great interest, "Come and see this outstanding adventurer, see how brilliant he is.
I have never seen such amazing trophies. He actually single-handedly hunted down the crystal-level monsters that had been causing trouble on the border for a long time. For this, the empire will provide him with a title!"
"The empire's mouthpiece will spare no effort to publicize the amazing gains these adventurers have gained during their adventures, but they will never mention how much effort the adventurers have made and how many sacrifices they have made. They will not tell the people about such opportunities.
It is a small probability event, and they will not tell the people that the gains of these adventurers are far less than the income they can get by signing a few documents in the empire tower. They will only tell the people the results, and never tell the cruel things.
process."
Ba Mu was sincerely convinced: "The clansmen can do whatever they want, but we don't know when Broken Gold City will surrender."
"It's coming soon," Newman said. "An isolated city with no hope and no good news cannot survive. Every time one of their crystal-level adventurers dies, it is the greatest damage to their spirit. As long as Broken Gold City
If our message for help is once again ignored by the Theocracy and Solon, then this town will easily return to our hands."
Newman turned around and was about to leave, but the magic messenger flying under the moonlight stopped him.
He held out his finger to stop the Messenger Bat.
"A strange crystal-level warrior appeared in Broken Gold City. He killed five tribesmen with one knife. The magician who was with him yawned and blew up the bodies of more than a dozen family members..."
Newman frowned, and just as he was about to summon Barmu, one of the Six Wings, another messenger arrived.
"The vampire 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 magic explosions and the strong wind of weapons chopping, which is a signal that the sender is in deep danger.
…
…
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 in total, 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 was over. The girl Sharem who greeted her with a smile just waved her hand gently at the family members she had 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 to move.
Those gentle, jade-like eyes were filled with frightening murderous intent, like a ferocious beast hiding under the water. As long as it made the slightest move, it would burst out and bite people.
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 is teetering on the edge and will fall down at any time.
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."