A truly smart leader must know how to delegate power and benevolent. Of course, this is not an aimless exercise. A leader who does everything himself will often put great pressure on his subordinates, which is a typical thankless task. Only by relaxing authority can he mobilize the enthusiasm of his subordinates.
Giving favors can win the loyalty of subordinates, and it is the wise leader who ultimately benefits.
Dracula is a wise leader. He knows that Yao Ye has the ability to control this butcher knife. Giving him a knife before the battle can make this guy fight to the death is tantamount to adding a fierce general to his side who dares to fight.
Yao Ye thanked him excitedly, holding the butcher knife and standing respectfully behind his master. His face suddenly sank, and he stared straight ahead like an eagle. He was using this special way to show his loyalty.
As long as the master gives an order, he will instantly pounce on the opponent and chop the opponent into black ash with the butcher knife in his claws.
The combat power of the Secret Communist Alliance is concentrated in the air. The Wings of the Blood God are divided into two groups. The number of vampires fighting in the air on both sides is almost the same. However, the spiritual staff in Dracula's hand can quickly restore the combat effectiveness of the injured men. In fact, the spiritual staff
The ability to recover injuries is like drinking poison to quench thirst. If the vampire treated by it is slightly injured, there will be no sequelae. However, if the serious injury is temporarily cured, it can only continue to fight for about two hours. If it is not treated in time, the injury will worsen sharply. Nine
If you reach 100% or more, you will die on the spot.
Dracula looked up at the fighting vampires in the sky, his blood-red eyes filled with indifference. He could see several vampires who had been healed by the spiritual staffs, fluttering their wings and rushing into the sky without fear of death. As soon as they reached halfway, they fell into the air.
It exploded into black ash with a bang. These were all vampires who had been cured for the second time. They had no strength to fight anymore.
One general's success will lead to tens of thousands of bones. Every rise of an overlord in history will have a pile of corpses at their feet. The Vampire Clan is no different. Regardless of success or failure in this battle, Dracula Cage will write a bloody chapter in the history of the Vampire Clan.
Pen, judging from the current battle situation, he seems to have won.
The battle in the sky was coming to an end. It had turned from a fight against each other into a siege. At first, three or five vampires surrounded and killed one of the same kind, and in the end, it became one out of ten. A cold smile appeared on Dracula's lips.
He saw the red bat symbol on the wings of the victorious Vampires.
Dracula looked at the moonlight appearing in the sky and murmured: "It will be our turn soon, just in time to stretch our muscles." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crackling sound behind him, and two broad bat wings appeared.
The puff opened with a sound and started to flap slowly.
Yaoye and the two judges spread their bat wings at the same time, raised their heads and stared at the sky. A half moon reappeared from the gap between the blood groups. Under the bright moonlight, there was a row of black spots that were rapidly enlarging in the pupils. They were nine face-skinned old men.
The wrinkled vampires all hold a scepter in their hands. On the surface, it looks like wood, covered with irregular twisted wood grains. The top of the scepter is inlaid with a ghost hand with protruding blue veins, and the tips of the claws are covered with black brilliance.
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The nine old vampires all wore robes with black faces and red linings, and their blood-red eyes flashed with a little cold light. Their appearance made the vampires in the sky agitated. This was a kind of coercion originating from the blood. Only the real
Only high-level Vampires have it, and the old Vampires who came here are at least the lord level. The nine lords that the Secret Communist Alliance can dispatch are already more than twice as many as Dracula's side.
Dracula's eyes flashed, the spiritual staff in his hand turned slightly, and he said in a cold voice: "I will deal with three of them, and you will divide the rest. Be careful with the staff in their hands, and do not underestimate the enemy."
Hughes and Prono looked at each other, and then glanced at Yaoye behind them, as if waiting for him to make a choice. The remaining six lords were supposed to be divided evenly between each person, but the two adjudicators had different opinions on Yaoye.
There are some doubts about Ye's ability. As the saying goes, no matter how big your head is, you must wear a big hat. Vampires also need to be self-aware. This can't be done reluctantly.
Yao Ye raised the butcher knife in his claws and pointed to the sky, and said in a cold voice: "Master, Yao Ye wants to sacrifice three lord heads to the knife, please do it." As he held the butcher knife, he felt a bloodthirsty impulse in his chest, and the claw in his claws felt like a bloodthirsty impulse.
The butcher's knife seemed to be able to feel his hot killing intent. The tip of the knife trembled slightly and let out a series of low groans. This vicious knife was originally born for killing, and it urgently showed its desire to drink blood.
Dracula nodded his head, and the frequency of flapping bat wings gradually increased. He kept his body upright and rose into the air. The three warriors behind him followed closely. The thousands of surviving vampires in the sky gathered together obediently, and they were close to each other.
Their sharp claws interlocked with each other to stabilize their bodies. The pressure of the bloodline was indeed too strong, and a single vampire could not resist it. They were afraid that they would become dumplings that fell into the pot before the two sides could get closer, and they would fall down.
"Warriors of the Wings of the Blood God, you have completed your mission, you can go down and rest." Dracula's calm voice slowly sounded in the night sky, and the spiritual staff in his hand pointed at the gathered vampires.
Little bits of light covered the group of subordinates like rain and dew.
The remaining vampires basically had minor injuries, which were within the range that the spiritual staff was most suitable for treatment. This group of vampires only felt that the wounds on their bodies healed instantly, several times faster than using their own repair ability. They were overjoyed.
There were cheers in unison, but they quickly followed Dracula's order, flapped their wings and swooped down, joining the werewolves on the ground.
The battles between the lords are not something that low-level vampires like them can interfere with. It is already a great honor to watch them from a distance. On the contrary, the werewolves on the ground are not restrained, looking at the sky and letting out bursts of howls. I don’t know why.
, the original half of the moon gradually became round, hanging in the sky like a silver plate, with a faint blush spreading slowly.
Ouch, woo, hoo - the werewolf on the ground roared at the moon, as if there was an innate impulse brewing in his bones, and the red color in the moon began to spread faster, and in less than two minutes, it was already half a circle.
The moon is dyed red, tonight is a special day once in a lifetime, a blood moon night.
Dracula looked at the nine lords across from him with an expressionless face. The end of the spiritual staff in his claws trembled slightly. He raised his arm and pointed the head of the staff at the nine lords, and sneered: "Hey, I didn't expect the Nine Secret Party Congress tonight.
The elders are here, you really have given Dracula enough face, let’s do it!”
There was no emotion on the wrinkled cheeks of the nine elders, as if they were a row of old wax figures. Their faces seemed to be printed from a mold, including their attire and the wooden staff in their hands. In the secret party
There was no difference in status. None of them spoke. Instead, they focused their attention on the sky behind Dracula, the blood moon. It was a blood moon that was rare to see in a thousand years.
The blood moon not only has special meaning to werewolves, but also has some meaning to old blood clans all over the world. It is recorded in the blood clan secret book that the day when the moon is dyed red with blood is the day when the King of Darkness appears...