The blond man's closed eyes suddenly opened, and he looked towards the foot of the mountain. His enchanting eyes seemed to be flowing with light. When he saw the car parked at the foot of the mountain, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he muttered to himself.
, "I thought you weren't coming?"
"Huh?" The next moment, the smile on the blond man's face froze.
What got out of the car was not one person, but two people. They were too far apart. Although there were car lights shining on them, they still couldn't see their faces clearly. However, the destination of those two people was Longquan.
Mountain.
——
foot of mountain.
Two rows of white teeth swayed in the darkness.
"Babru, are we in the wrong place?" Angola raised his head and looked at the low hill in front of him, feeling a little confused.
"It should be right here!" Bablu said.
Angola said, "Longquan Mountain? It's far behind our Ivory Mountain."
"Friend Chen said that the murderer of Simba is on this mountain. Let's go up the mountain quickly, don't let the murderer escape!" Bablu said, and quickly ran up the mountain.
“You’ll know if you go up the mountain and take a look!”
…
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"There is indeed someone!"
When they arrived at the top of the mountain, they saw a long figure standing under the moonlight. Bablu and Angola suddenly became alert. The Elephant Man tribesmen, who had always had extraordinary senses, immediately sensed from Lucas.
When the threat came, the two stood several feet away from Lucas and secretly confronted each other.
"Black person?"
When he saw Bablu and Angora, Lucas's eyes were not only surprised, but also showed a kind of contempt, which could even be said to be discrimination. Obviously, dark-skinned people are very lowly in the eyes of the self-proclaimed noble vampires.
"Where is Chen Dasheng?" Lucas looked condescendingly at the two men hidden in the darkness. The two black men in front of him were masters. Naturally, he regarded them as the helpers invited by Chen Dasheng.
Both Bablu's brows furrowed. They could clearly feel Lucas's discrimination against them. White people have discriminated against black people for a long time. Although it has become much better in recent years, it still exists.
"Who are you? Did you kill Simba?" Bablu did not answer Lucas' question, but said to Lucas in a bad tone.
"Simba?"
Lucas heard Bablu asking questions about cows and horses, and a black man actually used this tone to talk to his noble blood. He felt even more unhappy and said directly, "Lowly nigger, I'm asking you, Chen Dasheng
What? Did he ask you to come?"
"asshole!"
Angola couldn't bear it at first. The Elephant people were already very hot-tempered. Angola's temper was even more hot-tempered, and he started yelling in the dialect of Ivory Mountain.
Bablu's already extremely dark face was as black as if it were dripping with ink. The man in front of him was a master, and he indeed had the strength to kill Simba. That kind of arrogance and discrimination against black people were the motive for the murder.
Now that he has the strength and motive, in a fit of rage, Bablu has already identified Lucas as the murderer of Simba. Even if he is not the murderer, he will never be allowed to live in this world just because of his insult to the human race.
world.
"I ask you again, where is Chen Dasheng?" Lucas was still so arrogant. He couldn't understand what Angola said, but looking at Angola's angry look, it wasn't a good thing to say.
"kill him!"
Angola roared angrily, and like a crazed bison, he rushed directly towards Lucas.
A violent punch hit Lucas' head like a cannonball. Looking at Angola's posture, it looked like he wanted to blow Lucas' head into pieces with one punch.
Lucas frowned. The night gave Angola the best cover, but Lucas was not afraid of the darkness. As a vampire, they were more comfortable in the darkness. Seeing Angola's explosive punch attack, Lucas was unstoppable.
Not daring to grab the sharp edge, he directly stretched out his arms and flew into the air at an extremely fast speed.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, Angola failed to hold back his fist and punched the air, directly hitting the mountain wall behind Lucas. The mountain wall shook and countless gravel fell.
"Humble nigger, I want you to die!" Lucas stood on the top of a big tree with one foot, his handsome face looked a bit ferocious because of anger, he shouted ferociously, his fangs turned out, and his cloak unfolded, like a bat, Angola
Swoop away.
Just as Angola stopped his fist, he heard the wind blowing in his ears. He turned around and saw a black figure rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed. The sharp fangs and blood-red eyes made people feel eerie. In a hurry,
It's too late to fight back.
"snort!"
At the critical moment, a wooden stick was placed in front of Angola, but it was Bablu who snatched it up and suddenly hit Lucas with the wooden stick in his hand.
Lucas's pupils shrank, and he was also caught off guard by Bablu. His hands turned into claws, and he hurriedly grabbed towards Bablu's wooden staff.
There was a loud explosion, and Lucas was whipped out by Bablu with a stick. Bablu was also shocked and staggered back several steps. He stabbed the wooden stick on the ground before he stabilized himself.
pace.
"vampire?"
Bablu looked at Lucas, who was standing more than thirty meters away, with surprise and fear in his eyes. One of the most mysterious races in Europe and America is a vampire.
The bones in Lucas's hands were shattered by Bablu. The pain made him even more angry. He raised his hands in front of him, and the blood in his body was circulating. The injured hands were repaired quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. It only took a few breaths.
As time passes, it will return to its original state.
"Humble black man, don't call me that. You actually dare to hurt my noble body. Although your blood is dirty, I still decided to drink it up because your blood contains powerful blood energy.
It is the honor of your life that your blood can be sucked by the noble vampire Marquis Lucas!" As soon as he recovered from his injuries, Lucas's face became even more ferocious. He pointed his toes and moved towards Bablu at an extremely fast speed.
The two of them rushed over.
The sharp claws scratched across Bablu's shoulder, and immediately took a piece of flesh and blood from Bablu's shoulder. Bablu swung his staff away, but failed to hurt Lucas, allowing Lucas to escape.
The blood dripped on the ground, and the pain caused Bablu's nerves to collapse tightly. Standing back to back with Angola, Bablu did not dare to take it lightly. In terms of strength, this vampire was not their opponent at all, but when it came to
The people of the Elephant clan, who respect the speed and respect strength, can only fall behind.
"Haha, the blood energy is indeed quite abundant!"
Not far away, Lucas's rapidly shaking figure stopped, holding a piece of cloth in his hand. There was also a bloody piece of meat wrapped in the cloth, which was just torn from Bablu's body. Luca
Si stuck out his tongue and licked the bloody piece of meat, as if he was tasting some rare delicacy.
"snort!"
Lucas' behavior completely angered the two Bablus. Angola snorted angrily, quickly took out a folding knife from his waist, and shot directly at Lucas.
The knife was violently shot out, even faster than the bullet. There was only an explosion in the air. The knife drew a beautiful arc and kept spinning. The target was Lucas.
Obviously, they also know that the vampire's weak point is the heart.
Lucas reacted very quickly. When he saw the flying knife coming, he immediately moved to dodge. However, he still couldn't completely avoid it. The flying knife slashed his shoulder. While cutting his clothes, it also left a mark on his shoulder.
When it reached the wound, the flying knife circled in the air and flew back to Angola's hand.
Lucas was surprisingly angry. Although such an injury would only take a few minutes to recover, in his opinion, it would be absolutely a shame and a great humiliation for his noble body to be injured by two black men.
When Angola hit the enemy, the flying knife flew back to his hand, and he immediately threw it out again. This time, Lucas was already on guard. Before Angola's flying knife could be released, he had already dodged away and used extremely fast movements to avoid it.
With great speed, under the cover of night, he rushed towards Angola, his sharp claws were like eagle claws, shining with an extremely cold light. He wanted to cut this low-level man into pieces who dared to hurt his body.
