In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Chelsea felt that her body was numb. The injuries she sustained in the battle yesterday were still aching, and today she was facing a strong enemy again.

The muscular wolf in front of him, wielding a flail and possessing infinite strength, was truly the strongest opponent he had ever seen in his life.

This farm tool, originally used to thresh wheat, was a very lethal weapon, and it was even more powerful in the hands of this strong wolf. Every time he used the weapon to parry or block, he felt half of his body shaking.

Chelsea feels that even his own horn head is not necessarily a match for this monster. You must know that the wolf team he belongs to, whether horn head or ordinary members, are all top-notch players.

The wind roared in the ears, and the iron ball tied to the top of the flail was full of sharp metal thorns. Once hit by it, it would not only break the bones and tendons.

Once, followed by another.

Chelsea struggled to hold on and managed to block the last blow, but she staggered and fell to her knees.

Seeing the enemy swinging the flail again, the metal ball on it cut through the air, the sound of howling wind sounded, but a blood-red blade silently passed through his neck.

boom--

The heavy flail fell from his hand and fell to the ground.

Chelsea was a little confused as she looked at the giant wolf man in front of her who was killing everyone just now and seemed to be invincible. He was holding his throat and blood foam continued to flow from the corners of his mouth. Then he fell to the ground, revealing a scarlet figure behind him.

He reacted and said quickly: Thank you.

Coors did not reply, but cut two incisions on the wrists of the dying flail wolf clan, letting the blood flow and seep into the blood array engraved on the ground, before sinking into the shadows again.

This chaotic situation is the most suitable for him to harvest lives, but his purpose is not to kill enemies, but to kill all enemies close to Fringilla. The blood provided by each dead enemy will be poured into the blood magic. In the formation, it was poured into his body, which was much more practical than having to distract himself from sucking blood.

boom--

Two werewolves, one tall and one short, jumped up onto the city wall.

The tall and burly one was a black-haired werewolf, while the other one had brown hair and was much smaller than the previous one.

The two werewolves stood on the edge of the city wall, and they could feel a strong and strong evil spirit hitting their faces. The wolf warriors guarding the city felt a thump in their hearts, and the only centurion also had a solemn expression on his face.

These two pure-blooded wolves, even among centurions, are definitely strong.

Finally, we have two worthy opponents.

Fringilla's voice was filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

Although they hate the smell of wolves, even the pickiest vampires have to admit that the blood of a pure-blood werewolf contains endless treasures. Whether it is the richness of energy in the blood or the vitality, it is considered to be the best blood. .

The dragon bloodline is second only to the adults.

This is why she often asks Hans to donate blood for free.

It's a pity that now, sir, the Dragonborn bloodline is mixed with the essence of various dragon bloods, making it much more tempting than the version she tasted at the beginning.

If she continued to spend time together like before, she felt that sooner or later she would be unable to suppress her vampire instinct.

The black-haired werewolf looked at Fringilla warily: Royal blood?

The Yaksi family still has a deep understanding of the Blood Royal Court, because in Albania, they rotate a group of elite wolf warriors every year.

The initial battle for territory between the two sides has gradually evolved into a kind of testing ground for the family's descendants. After all, Albania is still quite barren in this era. Normally, it is not worth investing so much power in a battle. A protracted confrontation.

Although his opponents did not include the Tepesh family to which Fringilla belonged, it did not mean that he could not recognize the smell of high-ranking vampires.

You have some discernment. Seeing that you are not blind, I can grant you the gift of suicide.

There was a trace of pride on Fringilla's face, and the blood array under her feet was pouring power into her continuously. If it burst out, she felt that she would not be able to find an opponent at all.

I, Fulin, am expanding like never before!

Kill her!

The black-haired werewolf looked at his companion and rushed towards Fringilla from left to right.

The only centurion of the Texas wolf clan stood up to meet him, trying to cut off the enemy's charge, but was easily knocked away by the black-haired werewolf. Even though they were both centurions, the gap between them was huge. too big.

This is one of the reasons why the theory of blood is deeply rooted in the wolf clan.

A wolf from a big family, even a mixed blood, is stronger than a pure blood wolf from a small family, let alone a pure blood from a big family or a mixed blood from a wandering wolf. The gap between the two is really obvious.

The bloody blade in Coors' hand suddenly appeared and turned into a violently rotating sickle.

The black-haired werewolf was hit by this sudden blow, but he ignored it and raised his arms to protect his chest. The sharp sickle blade was embedded in his bones, and the corrosive blood toxins were invading him along his wounds. body of.

Get away!

Just hearing his rough roar, invisible sound waves enveloped Coors, causing his movements to freeze in place for an instant, and he was slapped away by the black-haired werewolf.

At this time, the smaller brown-haired werewolf, relying on its faster speed, was almost rushing to Fringilla.

A sinister smile formed on his lips.

The mouth full of white fangs opened and bit down hard.

But the expected touch of flesh and blood did not come as expected, and the collision of his upper and lower teeth made his gums sting.

Guess where I am?

A crisp female voice sounded.

The brown-haired werewolf raised his head and was shocked to find that the world in front of him had turned into scarlet. A huge eyeball was covered with bloodshot eyes, hanging in the sky instead of the sun that should have appeared there.

Princess Wang Ting, who had a pair of bat wings on her back, gently shook a red wine glass in her hand. She stood in the middle of the bloody world and sprinkled the blood on the ground, which exuded a strong wolf scent.

The brown-haired werewolf pounced on her again without thinking, but before he could get close, the Princess of the Royal Court once again turned into a ball of red smoke and disappeared.

Ah!

The brown-haired werewolf had a ferocious smile on his face, and his claws popped out like sharp blades, grabbing hard at the huge eyeball.

ah!

A sharp scream sounded.

Princess Wang Ting fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

Seeing her figure retreating out of fear, the excitement on the brown-haired werewolf's face became more and more obvious: I haven't tasted the blood of the royal family yet. Today is really my lucky day. I actually caught an undeveloped one. Get up little one.”

Fringilla kept backing away: Don't, don't do this. I am the princess of the Tepesh family. If you dare to attack me, it means that your Yaksi family has declared war on us. You simply cannot afford this. responsibility.

The war has already started since you came here.

The brown-haired werewolf sneered, his sharp claws cut open the chest of the princess opposite him without hesitation, and held the beating heart in his hands.

A sharp pain suddenly rose from his chest.

The bloody world dissipated.

He glanced blankly at Princess Wang Ting opposite, who had a cruel smile on her face, lowered her head in disbelief, and then saw that a big hole had been made where his heart should have been.

The girl's malicious mocking voice came to my ears.

No wonder the wolves are said to be a bunch of idiots full of brains and muscles. Such a simple illusion array can fool him around. If I had known, I would have constructed his accomplices in my image and made them kill each other.

Coors appeared behind her with a smile, his eyes full of doting and pride that I have a daughter in my family.

Your Highness's methods are too superb.

Of these two wolf centurions, he could fight with one of them for a period of time at most, and most likely he would not be his opponent. However, Fringilla was able to deal with one of them easily, which made him feel relieved and somewhat agitated. Feeling.

He is still old and is no longer qualified to protect Her Highness the Princess.

The face of the black-haired werewolf was full of fear.

What on earth did you do?

He had just been blocked by Coors for a while when he saw that his companion who had jumped in front of Fringilla suddenly stopped. He was surprised and did not dare to approach rashly. Then he saw that his companion was actually hard. Shengsheng opened his chest and took out his heart.

Okay, it went too smoothly to deal with this guy. I haven't warmed up yet, and there happened to be one left for me to stretch my muscles.

Fringilla opened her hand, and the blood condensed into a sharp sword. At the hilt of the sword, her bloodshot eyeballs stared at her opponent. The bat wings were spread out, covered with bloody lines, and bone spurs pierced her flesh, forming a white armor.

Tyrant bloodline, are you a direct blood relative of Dracula?

The werewolf swallowed.