Barton suddenly turned around, and in front of him, a man in black robes floated in the void. The man slowly floated towards him. Barton couldn't help but feel wary, and the flames flowing around him unconsciously accelerated a few times.
point.
Bismarck flew slowly, his figure completely covered by his black robe. Under the wide hood, only the lower part of his face was exposed. Three or four meters away from Patton, Bismarck stabilized his body and stood alone.
He lifted up the black hood with his hand, revealing his appearance. His eyes were glowing red, very strange and unpredictable.
On Bismarck's somewhat evil face, the corners of his mouth raised, he smiled slightly, and said: "Hello."
"Who are you!?" Barton asked vigilantly. After seeing the other person's eyes, he recognized the other person's identity. This is a vampire he doesn't know! But this is the best result. It's better than anything else.
It was much better than a strong human being. Immediately, he was surprised to find that this person's aura was so powerful, and the aura emanating from his movements made Barton feel faintly stressed. This person's level was at least one level higher than him!
This man is a Duke!
Barton's heart suddenly condensed, and his usual arrogant attitude immediately stopped. In front of a Duke with unknown bloodline and ability, Barton had to be extremely careful. Which clan does this person come from?
"You are Patton, right?" Bismarck said with a faint smile and named Patton.
"How did you know that?"
"Haha, who knows the famous fire controller Patton? Don't be nervous, we are friends, not enemies." Bismarck smiled and said politely. He seemed to have guessed Patton's inner thoughts at once, and he continued: "I am
It doesn’t matter who we are, what’s important is that we can cooperate.”
"Cooperation? What kind of cooperation method?" After hearing this, Barton's alertness weakened slightly, but he still asked vigilantly.
Bismarck did not answer immediately, but pointed to Sarajevo below, which was surrounded by blazing flames, and said: "The threatening ultimatum you just issued against this city is meaningless."
"How do you say this?" Barton was a little unhappy. This person questioned his judgment as soon as he came up. If the other party was not a duke-level strong man, with his usual character, he would not give the other party a look.
"Cowardly humans are determined not to make decisions rationally. Threats like yours will only exacerbate their chaos, and eventually they will kill each other in the civil strife and be consumed in vain. The most you can do is burn them all alive.
You won't get the blood you want." Bismarck explained with certainty. Then he added: "I think you have killed at least tens of thousands of people just now."
"Then what's your brilliant idea?" Barton is certainly not stupid. This is also a result that he is very worried about, and the probability of this is quite high.
"I have a way to turn all the remaining more than 400,000 people in this city into flesh and blood!" Bismarck smiled slightly, and his smile was very cold, as if he was talking about a pleasant vacation, rather than such a horrific massacre plan.
"Really!?" Barton was shocked when he heard this. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "How are you going to do it?"
"You don't have to worry about how to do it. In short, I can do it."
"What do you want?"
"Half!" Bismarck said with a faint smile, as if the request was a matter of course. Then he paused and then said: "Half of the essence and blood gems refined by the entire city's population belongs to me."
Barton thought about it after hearing this. In fact, there is nothing too much to consider. As the person in front of him said, these cowardly humans may not be able to meet their requirements in the end. Even if they are really satisfied, it will only be half of the number.
, is no different from the result after sharing it with the other party. Then it is better to simply make a deal with the person in front of you and do it first. What's more, the other party is a duke-level strong man, and he will only be able to tie up his own chariot.
There is a hundred benefits and no harm.
"Deal!" Barton replied seriously.
"Haha, okay." Bismarck smiled, he was very satisfied, as if he had already predicted Patton's choice.
"I hope we can have a happy cooperation!" Barton leaned forward slightly and stretched out his right hand. He shook his hands vigorously in the sky!
"Oh, by the way." Bismarck suddenly spoke, as if he had forgotten something inadvertently, he said calmly: "There is a legion coming more than a hundred kilometers southeast, with a number of about 30,000 to 40,000, city lord-level war puppets.
There are several, and there are about hundreds of other lower-level war puppets.”
"What!?" Barton was shocked and couldn't help shouting. At the same time, he reacted instantly, more than a hundred kilometers! Is this the scope of the opponent's unknown bloodline ability!? No matter what kind of bloodline it is
The ability, with a radius of more than a hundred kilometers, is really terrifying! Patton couldn't help but look at Bismarck deeply, and a drop of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.
"Haha, you don't have to be surprised. Bloodline abilities are all kinds of weird. It's not surprising. If we just talk about combat ability, you are much better than me." Bismarck replied with a smile, and he showed a slight weakness. He understands people's hearts very well. If he behaves too much,
Being too powerful will only make the other party suspicious. Cooperation always requires that the status of both parties is roughly equal before there is the possibility of fair transactions.
Bismarck then said: "You'd better quickly find a way to deal with this reinforcement. Go back quickly. If you leave for too long, the fire wall will inevitably run the risk of losing control. I also need your flames to trap the humans below.
Woolen cloth."
Barton nodded, feeling a little depressed at the moment. Thirty to forty thousand people, this is a large army. He only has less than three thousand blood knights left in his hands. How can he fight to minimize the losses?
What? Patton is already thinking about the next battle.
"There are too many of them. Encirclement and annihilation are impossible. Don't even think about it. Just see if there is suitable terrain, conduct an ambush battle, kill their strong ones first, and defeat them." Bismarck said.
Suddenly he interrupted.
Barton's pupils shrank when he heard this, and he couldn't help but think more highly of this person. It seemed that this person was also proficient in military combat, and was no weaker than him. One sentence basically stated the general thoughts in his mind.
"Remember, fight quickly, defeat them and rush back immediately. Don't covet their flesh and blood, this is the feast!" Bismarck couldn't help but reminded him again.
Barton was stunned. He was just thinking that these thirty or forty thousand people are a lot of flesh and blood! If they can keep as many as possible, they can also catch up with the progress of collecting blood essence. There is no way, Ekaterina
The pressure brought by the Queen's order was too great. Barton was so anxious that he even killed the messenger sent by the Queen without authorization. Now I think about it.
Come on, I was really confused at the time and was furious. I obviously had thousands of ways to solve the problem, but the worst thing I could do was to forcibly detain the person. Why bother to kill people? Even the messenger sent by the prince was killed.
Barton is openly slapping the face of the ancestor of a prince, and this prince is also Queen Catherine!
Patton looked at Bismarck seriously for a while, then reluctantly said: "I understand."
"I hope you really understand." Bismarck smiled, staring at Patton with his shining red eyes.
Barton felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the other party, and then turned around and flew towards his camp. This man gave him a very dangerous feeling, but the strange thing was that Barton felt that there was nothing wrong with following his words.
Bismarck looked at Patton leaving, the corners of his mouth raised...