After many difficulties and obstacles, a little sunshine finally penetrated the dark clouds and fog filled with space cracks in the sky, penetrated the dense tree crowns and branches, leaving golden spots in the dark and cold mountains.
Click, a thick right foot wearing a knight's boots stepped on a golden spot, denting the accumulated rotten leaves and breaking a dead branch hidden among them.
The werewolf Nasdir who was following behind was slightly surprised and thought: "How could His Excellency the Prince not be able to control the power of his footing? Is he thinking about some important issue?"
Walking in front was the werewolf prince Dubnar. He had short silver-gray hair, was tough and capable, and had a domineering face. At first glance, he was an epic knight who was good at hand-to-hand combat.
Dubnar was wearing a strange black armor. It was not as bulky as the full-body armor, nor did it have small pieces of armor. It seemed to be "leather armor" made of the material and craftsmanship of the full-body armor. He was playing with each piece in his hand.
Lapis Lazuli, Heilan Stone and Sunstone said in an incomprehensible tone: "Nasdir, are you surprised?"
"Your Excellency, how do you know?" Nasdel blurted out in astonishment. Your Excellency, the Prince, can actually guess what is in his heart without using extraordinary power? He is indeed the most outstanding wise man and the most cunning conspiracy of the werewolf family.
Home!
Dubnar squinted his eyes and looked ahead at the beam of light coming in from the dense branches and leaves. It was so brilliant and clear that it seemed like he could see countless dust flying inside.
"I know you must be surprised why I didn't go directly to the Flame Stone Valley through the Gate to the Otherworld, but walked slowly in the forest." Dubnar said in the tone unique to a "wise man".
"Firestone Valley" is the location of the headquarters of the Dark Council.
Well, I'm just surprised that you can't control your landing force. Wait, I'm actually not surprised at all why His Excellency the Prince chose to walk. It takes several hours to reach the "Flame Stone Valley"! Hey, compared to
His Majesty the Prince’s wisdom is as broad and profound as the ocean. I am so far behind that I didn’t even notice this most obvious anomaly. It was still up to the Prince to take the initiative to point it out to me!
Nasdel, who has always regarded himself as smart, was stunned for a moment, and then understood the "good intentions" of His Excellency the Prince. He was half ashamed of himself, and half moved inexplicably. He sincerely admired the Prince: "Yes, Your Excellency, I
Really surprised.”
Haha, Dubnar laughed silently, your thoughts are really easy to guess. As the most cunning and wise prince of the werewolf clan, you can guess it just by reasoning: "This meeting is between Danisus and De
Gula jointly proposed, hoping to integrate the council into a whole with smooth commands. It no longer has any binding force on all parties as before. The mind flayers have the goals of the mind flayers, and the beholder has the thoughts of the beholder.
The internal strife started without warning."
"This is a good thing on the whole, but it is not necessarily true for us werewolves, because only Solnit and I have reached the legendary level in our family. Compared with the seven great ancient dragons of the dragon family and the four first generations of the vampire family,
, it’s really far apart, and Solnit and I have both been stagnant at the legendary third level for a long time. We don’t have the peak level of Danissus and Dracula. If we are integrated together, we might become the damn vampires.
slave'."
Listening to His Excellency the Prince talk eloquently and clearly analyze the future and situation of the werewolf clan, Nasdir's eyes were bright, and his heart was filled with shock, worry and admiration. Prince Sonite and other Excellencies always laughed at their own princes who were full of thoughts.
Muscles, bloodthirsty and cruel, can't think at all, but if they hear these words, can they say it?
There are several princes in the werewolf clan, but only two have reached the legendary level.
Dubnar's expression became solemn: "So I chose to walk to give myself time to think about how we, the werewolf family, can get out of this predicament and get enough benefits from this matter..."
Looking at the tall back of His Excellency the Prince, Nasdel felt that his nose and eyes were sore. It was so touching that even a strong werewolf like himself could not control his emotions. Your Excellency the Prince is really the conscience and hope of our werewolf clan, and ours.
Savior.
"Your Excellency, have you thought of a solution?" Nasder asked slightly anxiously.
"...This is a complex and difficult problem that is not easy to solve..." Dubnar's tone became serious. Suddenly, his nose twitched and he said solemnly: "I smell a strange smell."
A strange smell? A stranger who could reach the depths of this dark mountain safely? Nasdel felt that the wolf hairs all over his body were standing on end, but when he saw the majestic back of His Excellency the Prince, he felt relieved again.
Dubnar suddenly turned his head and threw his figure forward. A huge strong wind blew up, directly blowing off the towering trees, revealing the rippling lake in the distance.
And at the edge of the lake, where it was blown by the strong wind, "time and space" swayed like water, and a figure slowly emerged. He was wearing a black double-breasted gown and a top hat of the same color. He was holding an exquisite and complicated silver-white pocket watch in his right hand, as if he was a man.
It's Lucien.
Lucien was not surprised or panicked, but nodded lightly. The legendary level werewolf's sensitivity to changes in the surrounding environment was indeed extraordinary, even more exaggerated than what was recorded in the parliamentary books.
Roar!
Dubnar's short silver-gray hair stood up at the roots, his mouth opened, sharp wolf teeth grew out, and his golden eyes were dyed silvery white.
His body was half bent, like a long bow full of power, with dozens or hundreds of black shadows wrapped around him.
His eyes suddenly shone brightly, and the silvery white layer suddenly disappeared.
But in the dark forest, a cold cold moon slowly rose and hung on the treetops!
Under the bright moonlight, hundreds of black shadows dispersed at once and rushed towards Lucien from all directions. Some were like real shadows, swimming close to the ground, some were like black crows, flying down from mid-air, and some were like shadows.
A real werewolf, wielding his claws.
After the black shadows dispersed, Dubnar lost his trace. It seemed that every black shadow could turn into him!
"Luxury Disintegration!" Lucien pointed his hand and issued a spell.
Bang bang bang, the black shadows shattered without any resistance and merged into the darkness where the moonlight could not shine.
Suddenly, the shadow at Lucien's feet came to life, turning into a burly and abnormally tall werewolf, with its claws clawing at Lucien's body with a faint silvery light!
Dubnar's previous shadows were all cover-ups, this was his fatal blow!
Click, when he saw the exquisite and mysterious pocket watch, he heard a crisp sound, and then couldn't see anything anymore, as if he was locked in another world.
Bang, something seemed to be broken on Dubnar's body, and bursts of silver glow bloomed, complementing the cold moon.
As a result, the surrounding gray became vivid, and various colors returned one after another, but the figure from before was no longer in Dubnar's sight, only the ethereal sound of "spiritual explosion" could be heard in his ears.
boom!
Dubnar felt as if someone had placed an alchemical bomb in his mind. The huge roar made him dizzy and he could no longer maintain his balance. At the same time, his thoughts became sluggish and his soul shook uncontrollably.
As an epic knight, his instinct made him lie down on the ground regardless of his appearance, rolling and jumping quickly in the shadows to avoid subsequent attacks.
"Haha." A soft laughter came from the forest nearby, "Dubnar, I didn't expect you to be in such a mess. If Mr. Evans didn't have the idea of killing you, you wouldn't be so complete now, no matter what."
Neither the forgiveness of the Ice and Snow Goddess nor the anti-matter spell that wounded the Lord of Hell is something you can resist."
In the midst of the conversation, a black kitten with four white claws came out of the forest, lay lazily on the ground, and played with its belly. Behind it, a young girl who looked frail and sickly floated.
In mid-air, her facial features were delicate and delicate, and she was wearing a robe with a rich ancient magic empire style, covered with complex and mysterious patterns.
This girl is like a kitten, with a pair of deep green eyes, and long honey-colored hair that is slightly rolled up and draped on her back.
Although she tried hard to hide her aura, Lucien, who had reached the pinnacle of legend, was keenly aware that she was a vampire, a vampire with a legendary level, but she was inconsistent with all the vampire princes he knew, and there was no
The first generation of vampires gives people a strange feeling.
After teasing Dubnar, she turned to Lucien not far away: "Mr. Evans, I am Fitia, a subordinate of Prince Dracula. He noticed your fight and sent me to ask, you
What do you want to do when you come to Yanshi Valley for no reason?"
Although she claimed to be Dracula's subordinate, there was no proper respect in her tone, as if she was speaking to an ordinary friend.
"Can't I come to Flame Stone Valley?" Lucien asked with a smile, "I heard that Mr. Rhine is nearby right now?"
Feitiya? This name sounds familiar...
"The whereabouts of Earl Silver Eyes has always been a mystery, but I think he will definitely come to attend the next meeting." Feitia showed no signs of following Dracula's orders, but told Lucien about the Rhine with a smile.
.
snort!
A cold snort sounded, and thick darkness filled the air, shrouding the forest. The pressure of the legendary pinnacle caused each dark creature to crawl on the ground.
Lucien's expression remained unchanged and he took a step forward. The surrounding space and time suddenly changed. Stars of different colors rose up in the darkness. The one in the center of them emitted strong heat and light, illuminating the darkness like the sun.
Silently, the darkness faded away, the stars disappeared, and everything returned to its original state. The two legendary pinnacles initially tested each other through breath induction.
Mr. Evans, who has just reached the peak of legend, is no worse than Prince Dracula... Feitiya put away the smile on her face. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)