"Serre is the Night King's favorite eldest son. In the distant times, Srere was the most radical and violent lord among the Night Clan, fighting everywhere without stopping.
Whenever Thrai overthrows a city, he will judge the people and either join the NightClan or die.
Under the threat of death, few people would refuse the temptation of immortality. For this reason, Serre's army grew stronger and became invincible. In the long war that lasted for hundreds of years, it can be said that most of the territory of the Night Clan was
Developed from Sere."
Vonn added, "These information were obtained from ancient books and from some fellow undead. As for Sere himself, he kept silent about his years of fighting."
Boluogo said, "The person he is now and the person he was in the past are almost like two different people."
"More than just two people, I'm really curious about what Sere went through to become like this.
From a bloodthirsty and violent lord to the current...pole dancer?"
Vonn did not sigh, but continued to talk about his past knowledge of Lisere.
"Although the Night Clan are immortal and can spread easily, their own fatal flaws limit the expansion of the Eternal Night Empire.
In the dark night, the Night Clan will launch attacks unscrupulously, but when daylight comes, they can only huddle in the shadows and let us slaughter them. For this reason, although the Night Clan is powerful, for a long time, we have been in balance with them.
Yes, and after the Night Clan expanded to a certain scale, they themselves became silent."
Vonn seemed to be ready to continue saying something, but when he reached his lips, he swallowed his words and started talking about something that everyone knew.
"After many years of this, with the development of alchemy matrix technology, new disputes were brewing in the shadows, and then as we all know, the Dawn War broke out, and the Night Clan expanded at an alarming speed, annexing various kingdoms.
countries, in order to curb their progress, we have united."
"In the final decisive battle, the Night Clan summoned dark clouds, turning the day into night, and fought under the protection of the shadows. In desperation, the Klex family summoned a storm, dispersing the dark clouds, and the bright sunshine fell and burned away
All sins."
Church, who had been silent all this time, now spoke. Like a poet, he stated the outcome of the war with a chanting tone.
"This has always been the glory of the Clerks family."
Vonn smiled in agreement with this magnificent achievement, but his smile did not last long and turned cold and stiff.
"But this is just false glory. The storm in the Clerks family is not the key to determining the direction of the war, it is just the last straw that breaks the Evernight Empire."
Bologo asked curiously, "Is Sere the real hero? What exactly did he do in the Dawn War?"
Every undead, no matter how funny they look now, behind them is a story of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They are living, immortal legends.
"He didn't do much..."
Fern's words paused for a moment, and there was a slight smile in his words, but at this moment, the soft tone contained a chilling evil feeling.
"Sere injured his father, killed all his brothers and sisters, and almost single-handedly wiped out the 'pure blood' class of the Night Clan.
As for the final decisive battle, it was just a group of victims who were kept in the dark, and under Serre's instructions, they gathered together and recklessly launched a general attack."
Vonn described the shocking conspiracy and betrayal in an understatement.
"That was not a general attack or decisive battle at all, but a long-planned massacre, the outcome chosen by Sere, the crazy executioner, personally for the Night Clan.
That plain was the burial place of all the Night Clan. When the clouds dispersed, the sun burned hundreds of Night Clan, and the entire wilderness burned for seven days and nights."
Boluogo couldn't help but hold his breath. No matter what, he never expected that the truth of the Dawn War would be such a scene. It was not a brutal fight between each other, but only Sere's cruel trick.
On one side was a cruel traitor and conspirator, on the other side was a ridiculous pole dancer. The overly fragmented image made Boluogo's thoughts slow down, and a strange coldness continued to pass through his limbs.
In Bolog's eyes, Sere was like a docile poisonous snake.
Sere put away his fangs, but this did not change his nature as a poisonous snake.
"Why...why did he do this?" Boluogo didn't understand Sere's betrayal, "Did he finally wake up?"
Vonn half-joked, "As I said before, Sere may simply be tired of immortality.
Although he does not have the courage to end his own immortality, he still has the courage to lend a helping hand and help other Night Clan members realize their wishes."
This joke is not funny.
"Sounds like a moody lunatic," Burlogo lamented.
"Have you just realized this? This is the nature of the undead. Over the long years, it gradually loses itself and becomes a numb walking corpse. Everything it does is to stimulate its dull senses."
Vonn blessed, "May you stay awake for a long time, Boluogo."
"It doesn't sound like a blessing, it sounds more like some kind of curse."
Boluogo felt a little tight in his chest. It was unclear whether it was the content of the conversation or the change in the surrounding environment. His breathing became suppressed and he was exhausted.
"Hahaha, how could it be a curse? It can only be said to be a destined prophecy."
Vonn waved his hand, "Fortunately, our life spans are short and we won't witness the day when you go crazy."
Borlog asked, "Is this a good thing?"
Vonn explained, "At least in the eyes of the people you love, and in the eyes of those who love you, you will still look flawless until the moment they die."
Won't disappoint.
"I met a Night Clan member during a mission not long ago. There seems to be a very deep relationship between her and Sere."
Boluogo felt that it was time to tell this part of the information, and his voice echoed in the dark stairs.
"Is that Olivia?" Vonn already knew this information. "When you reported it to the Bureau of Order, the Bureau of Order had already informed me. After all, "The Oath of Dawn" is in Clex's house."
"She hates Sere extremely...she may be a survivor of the Dawn War," Bologo said. "She is most likely responsible for the offensive in the past few days."
"Is that so? Let's take a look at "The Oath of Dawn" first," Vonn said with helplessness on his face, "I'm ashamed to say that although I am the head of the Clerks family, I have never checked it in all the years I have been in office.
Passed "Breaking Dawn"."
Then Vonn continued.
"Here we are."
At the end of the spiral staircase was a straight corridor, with dim lights burning silently on both sides of the corridor. When Bologgo stepped up the corridor, the sound of howling wind came from all directions.
It was obvious that Boluogo had penetrated deep into the castle, but the strong wind was still lingering deep underground. This was an extremely novel experience, as if the corridor was built in the middle of a storm.
There was a glimmer in Fern's eyes, and the obstacles along the way were moved away one by one under the resonance of the ether. The defense mechanism here is somewhat similar to that of a reclamation chamber. With the twisting of the mechanism, the huge bricks and stones moved out of the empty space one by one. After the layers were stacked,
, revealing the iron gate at the end.
"The defense here doesn't look very strong," Church inspected the defense of the Clerks' house along the way. "It's much worse than the home."
"Kenshi is such a terrifying virtual realm. There are few virtual realms in this world that can compare with it. If you compare it with this place, I feel extremely honored."
Having worked in the Bureau of Order for many years, Fern has a very clear understanding of the power of the Kenshi.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the iron door opened.
"The last time I opened this place, I sent Palmer to work in the Order Bureau."
Just as Vorn said, this place has not been opened for a long time. The metal rubbed against the masonry, making bursts of harsh friction sounds. The gravel that fell into the gap was crushed into fine dust.
The ether clings to the metal, and a gap is cut out in a completely enclosed self-circulating space. The old wind blows in the darkness behind the door, and Boluogo couldn't help but cough a few times.
The sound was transmitted into the darkness, and a distant echo came back, like the bloody mouth of a giant beast.
Boluogo didn't feel anything. This guy went to heaven and earth, and even touched upon the world after death. The unknown darkness still couldn't scare Boluogo. Church seemed a lot more nervous. He was responsible for it.
Yes, he couldn't help but hold on to the suitcase in his hand.
"The place we are going to next is called the 'Wind Cellar'. This is the core area of the Clerks family. No matter what you see inside, I hope you can remain silent after you go out."
After Fuen reminded him, he stepped into the darkness behind the door, and for a moment, the sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning filled the surrounding area and echoed endlessly.