Duke of Grief

? "... Your Majesty, have you really decided to do this?"

After hesitating for a long time, Viscount Latis took the reins of the love horse of Krylov III and followed him all the way until he approached the door of the death church before he asked questions.

He has long figured out that the loyalty of his loyalty is different from his previous statement. He previously wanted to recruit blood races to join the army, just to make those blood races that have been integrated into Greenland become their soldiers and serve them as undead. campaign……

However, Krylov III's idea is diametrically opposed to his idea-Krylov III does not want "blood soldier", but "blood soldier"!

In addition, he also wants to make other aliens living in their kingdom become "military soldiers" and soldiers to defend this country, and really become a member of this kingdom!

In this era, no ruler would do this, and no ruler would dare to do it.

This era is the era of mankind. The era of competition among various races has passed. From the time when the two empires Arcane Empire and Ogden Empire stood on this continent, the era of humanity has come.

No one will give up power, so now, the blood and the werewolf have become the defeated dogs that everyone shouts. The lizardmen can only lie dormant in the deep forests and swamps. The dragons who used to travel the mainland gradually disappeared. In the area outside the Free City-State Alliance, goblins, bearmen, and horses are in a corner. Gnomes and dwarves are divided into two branches, hiding in the Galore Mountains and the Ehor Mountains. The elves have not appeared in the world for a long time.

However, the giant cloud uses his talents to build the building on the sea of ​​clouds. The tidal giant will still attack the villages and towns along the sea as the tide rises and falls. The fish people in the inland river will harass humans from time to time. In a bigger forest.

The orcs will never become slaves to humans, and the mind-demons and dark elves have become wandering races. Wandering on this continent, the orcs are hidden in every corner of the continent.

Although it is the era of human beings today, but aliens still have no choice to admit defeat, because they all know that freedom and equality can only be achieved by fighting!

Dare to embark on this path, so far only Krelov III is alone, except for that, even the maidservant has not made such a change.

"Ford Siqing, when did your courage become so small?"

Krylov III walked ahead, his silent streets echoed with his seemingly endless heroic laughter: "The king should have been the forerunner, and the fear of the tail is not like a king!"

After walking out of the Glorious Church, his mood has been comfortable.

He grinned and said: "What's more, other guys who haven't seen them are leading their own country further. How could I let my kingdom lag behind others in a new era? I own them all The advantage you don’t have is Greenland’s'Night Capital!'

The light of the street lamp shone in the sky, making the stars seem a bit lonely. There were almost no people on the cold streets. The houses on both sides had already been turned off. Krylov III who walked on the street and laughed looked like a madman.

But it was such a madman posture that made Viscount Latis unable to help remembering the past.

He was not so fat then, as if he had met the king on the streets of Shangcheng District on a quiet night.

And that night, like today, there is a group of assassins waiting for his king...

But this time, ‘Assassin’ seems to be more prepared!

The ‘assassins’ did not intend to hide. They wore various clothes, bathed in the moonlight, and stood quietly on the street.

The cold eyes fell on Krylov III and Viscount Latis. Viscount Latis couldn't help but shivered, and the fat on his body shivered.

At this time, he began to blame himself, why not go to lose weight?

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Viscount Latis, after complaining to herself, stepped forward and snarled at the people in front of him.

Blocked their way to the church of death, has this been a conspiracy?

No one answered the question of Viscount Latis, his voice dissipated in the wind, but he did not feel a little embarrassed and annoyed, his eyes stared at the people in front of him, anxiously measuring whether Rickan could take them all beat.

Krylov III suddenly smiled and asked, "Surrounding a king in the capital, you are really brave enough... Well, why are you here?"

"King of mankind, we had no intention to be against you..."

A person in front spoke, and Krylov III's first reaction when he heard this voice was'dryness','extremely dryness'!

It's like a person who has never spoken speaks for the first time—even if he has a fluent lingua franca.

"But, you sheltered our enemies, then you are our enemies!" The speaker opened his mouth wide, his face suddenly extended forward, his hair and body swelled suddenly, he stretched out his shirt, and his shirt cracked.

Viscount Latis, his eyes widened, couldn't help but squeeze the reins in his hands.

Many ‘humans’ deformed in front of his eyes, and dozens of werewolves appeared in front of him.

Even if the former goddess of the moon has long passed away, the two priesthoods of "Night" and "Moon" were respectively obtained by a pair of sisters, but the **** enmity between the werewolf and the blood clan has long been difficult to erase.

After Greenland became the ‘Night Capital’, countless werewolves succeeded and wanted to kill the blood residents living in this city...

"As the people of Luna and Night God, why are you here?" Krylov III couldn't help but sighed.

The werewolves on the opposite side did not answer. They moved and walked towards Krylov III.

"Who made you come?"

The sweat of the Viscount Latis was already in the palm of his hand, but the king still did not show the slightest fear. He interrupted the progress of the werewolves with a stern drink: "You can never master the spell of [dispelling idlers]. ? Who asked you to deal with me?"

However, the werewolf's footsteps only stopped for a moment, with a deep gaze for the head, but did not intend to tell Krylov III the answer.

no need!

Aooo—

There was a wolf howl in the city. These howls were scattered and unified, disturbing the dreams of countless people, and telling the blood races who are still active-they are coming!

Now, they ran to Krylov III for no reason, and to the king.

The **** eyes around the green eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and angry emotions spewed out along the gap between the mouth and teeth, and the white mist lingered around the face.

As the headed werewolf ran, he used his claws to scratch a deep scar on his chest. He raised his right arm, and the moonlight impregnated his already red right arm.

"Moon God, give us divine power!" The werewolf yelled out, and from his eyes, Krylov III could only see anger, anger out of nowhere!

At this moment, Krylov III did not feel any fear, and his heart was filled with the emotion of "sorrow".

The last time this emotion appeared, it was when the two goddesses came together.

At that time, Greenland had just been scolded as the'Night City'. The two goddesses came wearing stars and wearing moons. When they talked to him, he noticed a kind of'sorrow' from their pupils.

They can give him many things, but only one request!

"Your Majesty!!!" Viscount Latis exclaimed, but then the horse holding the reins stood up, so he had to distract him to control ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Stop it! "

Krylov III's index finger swiped in front of him and pulled a scepter from the air.

He rested his scepter on the ground, and a crown appeared quietly in the moonlight.

The night put on him a robe, the moonlight crowned him, and when he was holding a scepter, he was another king--

All the werewolves stopped at the spot instantly, as if time had stopped. Even the werewolves who had been thrown were frozen in the air. Krylov III stood in front of them with a scepter and looked blankly. they.

Their eyes can still move, and they have an autonomous consciousness, so they can see the robe, crown, and scepter on the king's body.

"This is the ‘Night City’, and I,” Krylov III’s eyes were deep and his voice sounded distant, as if echoing in the valley, “is the ‘King of Night’!”

[Please reconcile the war between those children, there are enough unnecessary sacrifices...]