My summons are weird

"Those despicable humans have built a lot of construction in the Red Flame Mountains. At present, a small mansion has been built, and the building under construction already has the prototype of a castle."

"Not long ago, four unfamiliar faces appeared, suspected to be slaves who had been purchased. Now they are leading a half-dragon man to reclaim wasteland and build walls."

"The owner of this group of despicable scum seems to be a petite magician. We saw her make the earth tremble, the soil surged into shape, and she commanded two huge mud giants to help build... More information is unknown, Our blood was torn apart by a rabbit-eared monster."

"In the middle of the night, we released the puppets to go deep, but we didn't find the breath of the magic circle, let alone the trace of the trap. It seems that we haven't had time to set it up yet."

"However, the puppet failed to return, and a strange mist swallowed the puppet..."

Newman, the lord of the blood clan, listened to the servant's report without saying a word. His red and deep eyes were always fixed on the outline of the city of broken gold in the distance. Those hard and cold lines aroused his inner desire little by little. Jincheng is no longer a city, but a graceful and graceful girl. She stands silently in the distance, capturing Newman's gaze with the purest beauty.

The sudden gust of wind blew Newman's long reddish-brown hair flying, and the servants squatting on the ground subconsciously covered their eyes with their hands.

A smile appeared on Newman's stern face.

"Sarel, I hope you bring me more good news."

The long golden hair was sticky because of the smelly blood, like lumps of noodles. The woman irritatedly brushed aside the hair that blocked her view, stuck out her tongue to lick the blood on the corner of her mouth, and casually threw a head at Newman.

His empty and lifeless eyes stared straight at the sky, and he pressed the freeze button with a terrified expression on his face.

Along with the head, it was thrown to the ground with a crystal identification tag.

Newman glanced at it and nodded with satisfaction.

The blood servants escorted some pale and ragged adventurers. Newman stepped on the head and asked condescendingly, "Eliot, the sixth-level blood hunter, right?"

The adventurers with faces like gold paper tremblingly confirmed the head, and nodded one after another.

Newman waved his hand: "Let them continue to claim their dependents."

After these adventurers left, Newman kicked the head aside with emotion: "If possible, I really want to have more blood hunters in the family."

"Aren't they pretty good too?" Sarel touched the blood spot on the tip of her high nose, put it into her mouth and sucked it clean, showing an expression that was still unfinished.

"The fourth level... is too weak." Newman said, "I easily betrayed my companions, my own race, making people despised, and there is no fun in conquering. I prefer to appreciate their degeneration in chaos a little bit, in the relationship between human beings and us. Make choices in the middle, and then get deeper and deeper..."

Sarel smiled grimly: "As one of the six wings, I'm not as complicated as you. The blood of the rebels makes me intoxicated... Next time, please continue to let me conquer those poor adventurers, it's best...Crystal Class."

"You want to deal with the group of people in the mountains?"

Sarel grinned and said, "They are desecrating our land, and the desecration should be sacrificed with blood."

"No hurry." Newman reassured, "Our eyes should stay on this lost city of the blood race. This is the first time in more than a thousand years that we have been so close to obtaining it. Since our ancestors lost this land, the dragon Human beings each controlled its long time, but we were forced to huddle in the mountains and wilderness, and sit and watch them grab the wealth that should be ours."

"Take it back, this should be our home." Newman clenched his fists, and the wings behind him stretched out a little bit.

Sarel grinned sneeringly. Even the dependents trained by Newman were terrified by her crazy appearance, and avoided her one after another.

"My lord, should we just let those mosquitoes do whatever they want on our land? They killed our people, stripped them of their wings, and insulted their souls..."

Sarel was still asking for a fight, her fists clenched and then loosened.

"There are already six wings to deal with." As a last resort, Newman replied, "Now I need you to continue to complete the mission, as long as those who leave the City of Broken Gold with weapons suck their blood and throw their shriveled bodies into the city."

"What about blood poison?"

"There is no need for blood poisoning... We can't see those people die with our own eyes, it's not good... We should appreciate the ugly appearance of these despicable people who took our land before they died."

Sarel laughed wildly and left, a headless body was dragged by her, and there was still a suicide note inside the armor.

She was very curious about the expressions of those who still did not put down their weapons and left the city when Broken Gold City learned that another ace adventurer who hunted blood had died tragically.

The vampire, with a feminine appearance and no gender, approached Newman.

"Bamu, what about you, what good news have you brought me?"

Bamiao, one of the six wings of the blood clan, bowed slightly: "King, as you think, neither the Church nor Solon responded to the city of broken gold, and the messenger of the city of broken gold returned without success."

Newman stood with his hands behind his back: "Whether it is the Theocracy or Solon, they are all facing some small problems at the moment. This rich but lost land does not deserve their more attention. As for the city-states and countries adjacent to the Broken Gold City ...Profit is what they value most, now that the mine veins are exhausted, there are few speculators who speculate in gold, and they will not be angry at the change of owner of Shattered Gold City."

"As long as we don't slaughter the people in this city at will, the noble four kingdoms will not bend down to scold us, they will only catch some words that won't make their hearts stir up waves in the messy messages sent by the messengers every day, and then throw away Step aside and continue to rule over your own vast domain."

"The clansmen are too excited, so our method of executing adventurers may cause some criticism."

"Adventurers are not human." Newman emphasized calmly.

Maybe it was the mountain wind that made him extremely comfortable, or maybe it was the nightfall, and the moonlit scenery made him feel elegant, and there was a desire to express in his heart.

"Bamu, do you know why there are so many adventurers?"

Bamuu lowered his head: "I am not as wise as you, and I am willing to listen to your teachings."

"The bard will tell you that it is the endless unknown, the soul chasing freedom, the longing for adventure, and the call from afar, which has created endless adventurers from all races."

"Wandering on the edge of life and death for many years, if you have money, you will get drunk, and the adventurer who wants to enjoy it will tell you that he doesn't want to be an adventurer at all, he wants to be a lord, a nobleman, and a superior person. They will curse and get angry , and then put away those complaints after falling asleep and waking up, and continue to accept commissions day after day and earn commissions."

"The consuls of the four huge human kingdoms will cooperate with the adventurer's union and announce that adventurers are their recognized occupations, but they have never really set their sights on these people."

"Adventurers, most of them do not engage in production for the empire. They are just 'materials' that appear to fill the gaps in the order inside and outside the jurisdiction of the empire. A large number of them are just factors of instability for the country. A stable number of them is what the country needs." strength'."

"Why doesn't Sligo slay dragons every year, but deliberately space them out? Is it really because they don't want to kill all dragons?" Newman sneered, "Sligo hangs the title of dragon slayer on a high place, using money and status as a The bait drove batch after batch of adventurers to die one after another, recruiting the strongest and weeding out the weakest."

"The dragon slaying ceremony is just a formality, he can change the name...maybe, next year it will be a celebration of punishing elements, or a celebration of hunting slimes...It doesn't matter who the hunting target is, as long as the one who becomes the 'new nobleman' in the eyes of adventurers It is enough that the Stairway to Heaven is still there. As for how many corpses there are under the Stairway to Heaven... Mu Qiang’s weaklings are invisible to the ignorant people, and their eyes have never been clear.”

"Bamiu, I have been to the kings of the four major kingdoms. The active adventurers here have all set their eyes on the group of people with the highest status - the nobles. They have great strength, but they lack a threshold to join them, so They arrived there just for an opportunity, not for survival. In the areas under the direct control of the four major powers, the adventurers are speculators. Outside the areas under the direct control of the four major powers, where order is lacking and needs to be filled by the underground order...adventurers are It’s a profession, and the people here live for money.”

Balmau's head lowered lower and lower.

Surrounded by adventurers who were originally human but were transformed into blood family members, they were prostrate on the ground, trembling constantly. They deliberately covered their faces to prevent their expressions of grief and anger from being seen.

Newman looked around at the kneeling family members with a smile on his face. He walked slowly past adventurers who had long been famous in Broken Gold City and surrounding city-states one after another, admiring their trembling figures, and continued the topic.

"No one will care about the death of an adventurer, no matter how miserable the death is, because this is a dangerous profession."

"The empire always promotes the best in this profession." Newman imitated the majestic voice of the imperial consul he had seen with great interest, "come and see this outstanding adventurer, and see how brilliant he is." I have never seen such an astonishing trophy, he even hunted and killed the crystal-level monster that has been harming the frontier for a long time, for this reason, the empire will provide him with a title!"

"The mouthpiece of the empire will spare no effort to publicize the amazing gains these adventurers have gained during their adventures, but never mention how much effort and sacrifice the adventurers have put in for this. They will not tell the public that such an opportunity It is a small probability event, and they will not tell the public that the rewards of these adventurers are far less than the income they can get by signing a few documents in the tower of the empire. They will only tell the public the result, and never say those cruel things process."

Bamu was convinced: "The people of the tribe can do whatever they want, but they don't know when Broken Gold City will surrender."

"It's coming soon," Newman said. "A lonely city with no hope and no good news can't survive. Every time one of their crystal-level adventurers dies, it will be the greatest devastation to their spirit. As long as the Broken Gold City The request for help from Theocracy and Solon once again ignored, then this town will easily return to our hands."

Newman turned to leave, but the magic messenger flying under the moonlight stopped him.

He held out his finger to stop the Messenger Bat.

"A strange crystal-level martial artist appeared in Broken Gold City. He killed five clansmen with a single blow, and the magician who was with him yawned and blasted the bodies of a dozen subordinates to pieces..."

Newman frowned, and was about to summon Bamu, one of the six wings, when another messenger arrived.

"The blood hunters and adventurers in the Broken Gold City rushed out of the city and repelled the besieged family members and clansmen... The casualties cannot be counted, and the scene is in chaos."

In the message sent by the messenger, there is also the roar of magic explosions and the strong wind of weapons chopping, which is a signal that the sender is in deep danger.

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Sarell clutched her injured right hand, the wild smile on her face disappeared, and she stared at the knife in Royer's hand fearfully.

It's so weird.

The man who claimed his family name was Royer didn't swing the knife fast, but when she wanted to move, she found that the light of the knife was approaching, and she couldn't avoid it.

There were a total of two such attacks, and Sarel was unable to dodge or even defend.

The barrier built by the magic power collapsed instantly when it was hit by the knife light. Even if he was constantly flying at high speed and dodging around, the knife light released by the slowly swinging knife could still hit accurately.

The battle next to her was over, and the girl Xia Leimu who greeted her with a smile just waved her hands lightly at the subordinates she had brought, and they swelled all over, turning into balls like slimes and floating into the air, and then a shattered...

In the past, those scattered flesh and blood made her spirit uplifted, but at this moment, she was so nervous that her whole body was stiff.

She dared not move.

There is a terrifying murderous intent in those warm and jade-like eyes, like a beast hiding in the bottom of the water, it will violently devour people as long as it moves slightly.

Royer, who was holding a knife in one hand, hooked his hand at her: "Ms. Sarell, don't you want to attack?"

"Your knife...is very strange." Sarell said smoothly.

"Strange?" Royer seemed confused. "A friend of mine only used three words to describe my knife skills."

"Which three words?"

"Quick, accurate, and ruthless." Royer was smiling, and that smile was like the satisfaction of a teenager who read a good book, "From my performance just now, I should have achieved these three points perfectly, so, I don't think it's weird."

Sarel didn't answer, she was thinking about whether to attack or retreat.

Royer, who didn't get a response, heard Sharem's yawn behind him, and...

"Royer... I'm sleepy... sleepy..."

Sharem was on the verge of falling, ready to fall at any moment.

Royer turned his head and stared at Sarell: "Okay, it's time for me to end here too... Ms. Sarell, if you don't attack again, I will attack."