The Black Scepter

>Morpheus reached up and raised Ashcandy. When they touched their fingers, their expressions were somewhat inexplicable, but Ashcandy's eyebrows were down, but Murphy's throat moved because of his hand Those long, cold fingers... gently clenched themselves.

But it was too late to think about something, and there was a breath in the air that made Murphy frown.

The light of the prison of eternal words reflected more than a dozen figures falling from the sky, bat wings, human body, pale cheeks.

The blood race, a race that brought fear to the mainland on the plane of the human world and was crucified on the cross by the Holy See, now appeared in front of Murphy in an absolutely strong gesture.

The reason for being strong is that, among the vampires who attacked the city of West Sellin, except for one count, only Mohekel, a member of the Creman family, had the strength of the duke, and at this moment, he said forever in front of Murphys. The guys who landed outside the prison were all in the rank of Duke!

The figure in it is unfathomable.

Prince?

In the concept of Murphys, the most powerful blood on the mainland will only be Ashkandi and Prince William, who is stronger, there is no conclusion, but it is conceivable that the blood of the prince level is completely complete. Dukes who have passed the threshold of the i-level need to be graded with ancient Sycamore letters-that is, each prince will not be much different from his own strength.

It may even be exceeded.

Ashcandi stood in the center of the cage, always looking at the group of people who appeared in front of him. The relaxed expression when he just chatted with Murphy gradually disappeared, and finally became a bitter cold.

"Aha-let me see who it would be, which brought me such an unexpected surprise?"

The vampire, who could not see the level, spoke a Verdin language under the guards of the 13 Dukes, which even made Murphy froze in place.

The other side stepped forward, dressed in a stylish black robe, painted with reddish trim, and solemn style. This guy in the middle has a pale cheek peculiar to the blood race, and his figure is a perfect inverted triangle, typical of girl fantasy Handsome knight style.

Regardless of why the other party uses Verding, Ashcandi’s movement of slightly raising his arms after seeing the person in front of him has already explained the seriousness of the situation-she is never afraid of any enemy. It means that the heart has been prepared recently, which shows that the guy in front of her gives her a sense of crisis.

"The Barona family appears at this time, what do you want to tell me?"

Ashkandi seemed to be very familiar with the identity of these guys in front of him, and Murphy stepped back silently, holding the scepter and watching the developments.

The 13 blood princes are imposing, and the guy surrounded by stars in the center gives Murphy a sense of danger and urgency. This member of the Barenna family has come to the prison of eternal words. In front of me, I took a closer look at the highest-level imprisonment spell in this divine art.

"Huh, old Marcus was imprisoned by it."

When the words fell, he straightened his fist and bombarded him on the cage!

"Boo!"

The robes and hunting of the 14 blood tribes blew by the violent airflow, but the two in the cage were unharmed, and even the extra movement was not even at all.

But Murphy was shocked secretly-he had reason to believe that this guy's unpretentious fist was far more powerful than Nayar's giant claws.

"Sure enough, it is strong enough."

After the sigh was over, he turned his attention to Ashkandi, bowed slightly, and performed a formal courtesy: "Nicholas Ballena, fortunate to be Miss Ashkandi again, it is an honor."

Has he seen Ashkandi?

Just when Murphy was puzzled, the other person's lazy gaze turned to Murphy. With a smile-like expression on his face, he yawned and said, "This young man with a scepter of Sulfuras welcomes you In the world of sinking, suffering, doom, sin, death, there is something for you to taste slowly here."

The current situation is deadlocked.

Ashcandy and Murphy stood in the cage without speaking. Fourteen inexplicably powerful blood races stood outside the prison cage separated by runes, and their expressions were joking.

A few uncomfortable meeting words are like taunting the raised animals. The blood races clearly showed their attitude-hostility, and it is a very hostile hostility.

"Unexpectedly, the sinking world has given the Ballena family the power? Did the Fisichella family give up the power struggle?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. The Fisichella family has now left the sinking world. I think it must be because the climate here is not suitable for them to live in."

Nicholas was a gentleman, but what he said was like deliberately confronting Ashcandi. After greeting Murphy, his eyes no longer looked even at the scepter of Sulfuras, it seemed that it had nothing to do with him. critical.

Faced with this kind of provocation, Ashcandi simply stopped talking, so he squinted his shoulders and looked at the other party. Nicholas obviously would not insult the Ω-level strongman unscrupulously-speaking of strength, he and It may be fair for Murphy to fight, but there is still no chance of facing Ashkandi.

This is true even with the addition of the 13 Dukes behind him to support the battle.

"I'm here, I just want to tell Miss Ashcandy that we will never forget anything you have done to the Ballena family, although it seems that you have provoke some disgusting guys and came Here, but I will tell you-that one of the people listed by the Ballena family has not yet escaped."

"Even if you are Ashkandi."

The guy turned and walked away after speaking, and the blood of the 13 Dukes followed suit, disappearing into darkness in less than ten seconds.

Unable to eliminate the contradiction.

Even as a neglected character, Murphy felt the hatred of the guys in Barrenna-what caused Ashcandy to provoke such a group of powerful guys in this plane?

Depending on the situation, the bloodline of the single prince level is by no means the strongest of this family. Obviously, there is a guy who needs to look up behind Nicholas.

"It surprised me that."

Ashkandi lowered his arms and turned his head, showing a slightly distressed expression in front of Murphy for the first time-helpless, worried, frowning brows and slightly raised palms made Ashkandi seem at this moment. I have something that I have never seen before-"If it is just me, I have countless ways to get out, but now you are involved with me"

She sighed, but then suddenly smiled: "Is this how you worry about others?"

Murphy didn't know what to say, and stood there, fingers squeezing the scepter tightly.

"Under Cain, there are a total of thirteen bloodlines, and the Creman family is the most insignificant. If I say this, would you be surprised?"

Ashcandy confided a fact that even the Vatican Holy See has not dared to admit it-the single most vulnerable Clement was the continent for hundreds of years. Of course they dare not tell the public that there are still There are thirteen more powerful blood races.

Even if these guys have disappeared from this plane.

Murphy tried to allow himself to quickly accept the message in front of him-he had thought that his power had reached a level close to the peak, but now it seems that the remaining twelve blood races are enough to let him look up to their powerful forces.

"Have you played against them?"

"Most of them," Ashkandi looked away slightly, frowning and thinking, "I can't remember how many battles I have experienced, but what I can confirm is that I don't lack Barron in my hands. The blood of the Na family."

The surrounding air gradually became cold, and the quiet cemetery-like environment was abnormal. Murphys thought about it, or mobilized the elements to gather a bonfire, and squatted down to look at the warm firelight: "They don't seem to value my hands. Scepter?"

"What you see may not be true, what you hear may not be credible."

The pale cheeks were reflected by the light of the fire. Ashkandi stepped to the edge of the prison of eternal words, reaching out the finger to touch the rune with the golden light, and the fingertips flashed slightly, and then was rune Bounce it firmly.

"If we can't get out, we might really end up with Marcus-I might be better. Unless you also become a blood family, it is estimated that it will not last long."

"Blood Clan?" Murphy swallowed, imagining two wings growing behind his back, white as if he had taken arsenic, and could not help but fight a cold war, "That's bad enough"

"Oops?" Ashkandi turned back and said with a smile: "I was bitten by a light bite, you are not as simple as a vampire."

"Missing?"

Irindal stared at Lord Hegel's unsmiling face for a long time without knowing what to say.

"This is not my conspiracy, I just want to tell you the fact that the grand consul and assistant disappeared together in that battle."

Hegel’s face was heavy—although two consecutive battles led Lampard to victory with very little loss, this does not mean that the final balance of the war will always lean towards him, and Fording’s army has completely invaded East Pali Che, the other lords do not have the same peers as Lampard, but within four weeks, the four main towns and fortresses were attacked across the board. Two lords and a large number of nobles became prisoners of war. Three thousand people.

This war is like a boulder rolling down the hillside. Once it starts, it is almost impossible to stop.

Irindal, as the intelligence officer, went to Ashkandi to report the situation as usual, but found that there was no trace of her in the Lord’s Hall and the entire territory. That magnificent battle was left unattended by the violent shock wave. Knowing exactly what happened in the middle of the battlefield, the only thing I know is a golden spear in the sky and a magical ban spell that creates a huge deep pit in the middle of the battlefield.

Killed in action?

No one wants to think in this direction.

Although unwilling to admit it, Irindal and the entire night watchman and even Hegel are well aware that the reason why Lampard and the entire East Ballic dare to organize a strong resistance against the army and the sacred Gabriel empire unfolded The most fundamental strength of a large-scale battle is this terrifying powerhouse.

Now that she is gone, who will clean up the remaining mess?

If you don’t come back, when will you come back? These questions are completely unsolved. The result of the leaders being too strong is the chaos displayed when the dragons have no heads. Fortunately, Ashkandi did not wave his hand to kill Hegel, the last inheritor of the Glass family At this time, Hegel, who had gradually adapted to the position of the lord, had to stand up and start maintaining the continuation of the territory war in his own way.

Will the Holy Gabriel Empire counterattack?

Looking at the army supported by Navdin on the horizon, they know that they will never give up.

"To count the casualties, I need to know the number of Fording's support troops, the attacking methods and effects of the opponent's magician, these need to be studied by the magician regiment. A large number of casualties are the only way to let go, and I need the current absolute command of intelligence."

Hegel bluntly expressed his request to Irindal-at this moment, he made such a request without any worthy of rejection. Otherwise, Lampard will lose control and become the belly of the enemy sooner or later. Things in.

"I need at least an official written official document. Although I am serving for the night watchman, it does not mean that I am not preparing to retreat for myself. If an accident occurs, I will leave here without hesitation."

Although the Japanese elves talk about credit, no Japanese elves who can live to the present day will stupidly abide by a few words and will never die. Irindal is not a fool. She knows that she has no way to say go. The Liche branch is running under his own hands, not only because of Ashkandi or Murphy, but any excessive behavior of his own will cause unpredictable consequences.

She can only wait to end the war as soon as possible.

"This one."

Hegel did not hesitate to take out a piece of parchment paper, the content of which clearly stated the legality of the power transfer-even if Irindal as a senior intelligence officer of the creed could easily see this parchment paper. There were obvious traces of forgery, but she still took her hands, saluted, and turned away.

Isn’t it true in life? Sometimes, in order to survive, sometimes we have to choose to believe a crappy lie.

Sunderland and the group of wizards who released the ban had kept silent when they saw Hegel's order book—obviously, with their knowledgeable brains, it was not difficult to guess the authenticity of this document.

"I reject."

Sunderland, the head of the Master, made a decision diametrically opposed to Irindal, "I refuse to acknowledge the authenticity of this document."

"So, are you referring to the Masters or individuals?"

In the face of this problem, all the masters behind Sunderland are still silent, most of them look at Sunderland-in this case, standing in a team is a very difficult thing to choose, on the one hand, it may become Lampard’s next big The character of the consul is, on the one hand, a wizard who is about to be deprived of all rights but has the greatest strength. In the face of war, who can choose to survive?

They are well aware that this war cannot be avoided by themselves. From the day the mages were incorporated into the night watchman group, all magicians had a very clear consciousness-magic, serving war.

"Personal," Sunderland replied clearly: "However, if I think the war has reached the point where I need to come forward, I will not refuse my responsibility, after all, this territory provides me with what I want."

A typical magician, stereotyped, does not take advantage of the slightest advantage. Like the law of conservation of elements, Sunderland knows what he has and what he should do~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Behind, all masters understand Your own choice.

"Since this is the case, I can only hope that you will show up at the right time."

Hegel’s current position is not what he wants to do-it is his customary way to have a crushing attack on the enemy with absolute superior strength, but it is completely difficult to surrender to the enemy who is several times his own. More than ten times the task.

He did not retreat. All his troops were gradually concentrated near the city of Sisselin where he was located. After two battles, Paas City has successively obtained a large number of reinforcements from his army, and the whole city has completely entered the state of defensive closure. , 30,000 garrisons are enough to guard for a period of time.

The subsequent mobility war is yet another test of Hegel's tactical level.

"Without the strong, this war can be fought. The unfettered Glass family will be more brutal than anybody."

Hegel looked at the military map, waved his hand, and opened his legendary prologue with a technique that nearly subverted the traditional way of war.