Chapter 162: Duke Dracula

Europe, formerly Bucharest, Romania, is now the second largest main city in Europe, Phoenix, in an ancient castle on the mountainside of the west of the city.

The castle is 1,000 years old and has a strong medieval style. The castle was named Bran Castle and was built and named after the first Duke Dracula.

The halls of the castle are very large. There are sculptures in a variety of black and red colors. The ceiling, which is more than ten meters high, is covered with various frescoes from the medieval period.

More than a dozen huge chandeliers hung from the ceiling, emitting a faint glow. There was a large blood-red throne in the hall, and the throne was facing a bright red carpet hundreds of meters long in the wide hall.

On the blood-red throne lay a handsome man, his long brown hair shiny from his forehead to the back of his head. With fair skin, a medieval aristocratic robe draped over his body, and a glass of blood-red wine in his hand, two blonde women with blue hair and blue eyes leaning against him with their breasts half exposed.

This man is the fifth caretaker, Luo Feng, but he is here as the owner of Bran Castle, a descendant of Duke Dracula, and in fact he is Duke Dracula himself.

Under his throne, there were two teams of people standing on the left and right sides of the red carpet, each with a dozen people.

The man on the right is called Ian, two meters tall, with high muscles all over his body, full of endless strength. The man on the left is tall and thin, with an unusually pale complexion, dressed in a delicate suit, and his eyes are lifeless, his name is Jones.

Ian and Jones fell to their knees respectfully and shouted in unison, "Meet God, Father!"

A dozen people led by Ian and Jones also fell to their knees.

Luo Feng drank all the red wine in the cup, handed it to the beautiful woman beside him, stood up, stretched out his hands and said loudly: "Ian, Jones, the werewolves and blood clans led by the two of you are my children.

I have created the two of you, and I have created two races! For thousands of years, I have led you to the extraordinary, I have given you the gift of eternal life, and today, my children, I, Dracula, need you to pay for me!"

Jones and Ian showed their true bodies, Jones is a vampire with wings on his back, his eyes are blood-red, his fangs are snow-white, his wings are shocked, and he said on one knee: "Jones is willing to lead the blood clan to serve his father, and he will not hesitate to go to the soup!"

Ian roared up to the sky, turned into a giant wolf, exuding monstrous ferocity, and prostrate on the ground and said in a low voice: "Ian and the wolf clan are willing to shed every drop of blood for Father!"

This Jones and Ian are the leaders of the blood clan, and the other is the leader of the wolf clan, both of whom are cultivators of the fivefold Jindan realm, the blood clan and the wolf clan are two races created by Luo Feng a thousand years ago, and the mysterious races that have been circulating in Europe for thousands of years are all from him.

Luo Feng laughed and said, "Go ahead, gather all your clansmen and wait for my summons." ”

Night, Huaxia, White Tiger City.

Song Qingcheng finished the day's defensive task, and after handing over the handover, he walked down from the good city wall and walked towards the defense area of the Gu Yi people.

Gu Yiren and Song Qingcheng are separated

Joined the Martial Arts Legion and Dao Law Legion in White Tiger City. As a great martial arts master, Song Qingcheng was directly promoted to company commander and led a team of more than 300 people to join the defense of White Tiger City. And Gu Yiren Foundation Realm Sane also became an instructor of the Dao Law Legion, specializing in the teaching and guidance of the Taoist class, and also joined the defense of the city wall at this critical moment. 【!.. !#更好更新更快]

The western wall of White Tiger City has been surrounded by water, and the situation is becoming more and more severe day by day, and the reinforcements of White Tiger City have all been in place. 500,000 ordinary soldiers and more than 30,000 special operations troops of the Super Legion. It's just that in the face of the Kunlun Divine Sect, the Tianshan Sword Sect and the 100,000 monk army of the Snowy Golden Palace, the difference in strength is really huge, and they can only look at the impregnable tall city wall to fight a war of attrition, but everyone knows that the situation will be very unoptimistic.

Gu Yi and Song Qingcheng also pressed a stone in their hearts at this time, they were just facing such a dangerous situation when they came to White Tiger City, and both of them were a little caught off guard.

After hurriedly joining the White Tiger Legion, he learned that Vermilion Bird City was also surrounded by the army of the Demon Clan, and Xuanwu City in the north was also in danger, and it seemed that all of a sudden, the whole of China fell into a desperate situation.

The morale of the entire legion was very low, and in the case that the overall strength was not comparable to the three major holy sects, the number was still at a disadvantage, and it could be said that it had never won the hole cards except for the advantage of the city wall.

And the city wall, after the Jindan Realm of several major saints joined the battlefield, basically lost its effect, and under the joint attack of a group of Jindan Realm, it was equivalent to a small nuclear bomb attack on the city wall, and it would not take long to become a pile of scrap iron.

The people in White Tiger City are also in a panic, and no one knows where the way out is and what the future holds.

Song Qingcheng said to Gu Yiren as he walked: "I heard that in order to solve the crisis of the Shushan Sword Sect, Li Canghai went to the Tianshan Sword Sect alone. ”

Gu Yiren's heart shook suddenly, and he suddenly stopped and asked eagerly, "Is what you said true?

Song Qingcheng sighed and said, "Yes, but this is the only way, and he is the only one in the entire Huaxia who has the ability and courage to do this." ”

Gu Yiren lowered his head and walked forward slowly, feeling depressed.

Song Qingcheng gently followed and said: "I hope he can do it, otherwise, I estimate that the three main cities of White Tiger City, Vermilion Bird City and Xuanwu City will all be captured by the three main clans of gods and demons, and the human race of the three main cities, with a population of six or seven hundred million, will become slaves of the three clans of gods and demons." ”

Gu Yiren said gloomily: "I really want to be by his side." It's a pity that I know I'm just a burden and can't do anything. It didn't work at all. ”

Song Qingcheng said comfortingly: "At least we can contribute to this White Tiger City, although the two of us are not high in cultivation, we can't play a huge role in this kind of war, we can only do our best, just have a clear conscience." Li Canghai is so powerful, maybe he really has the ability to turn the tide, maybe he can turn things around, maybe we can hold on until he returns victoriously. ”

Gu Yiren listened

Song Qingcheng's words looked at the night sky in the southwest and said, "Well, I believe that Canghai will definitely come back alive and will definitely be able to take us to win this war." ”

Song Qingcheng nodded, and was about to turn around and go back, when he suddenly felt that the true yuan of his whole body was instantly imprisoned, and he couldn't move. And Gu Yiren also had a frightened look on his face at this moment, but it seemed that he was also frozen, and he couldn't speak or move like him.

Song Qingcheng's heart was horrified, what kind of person can have such means?

Before the two of them could react, the two of them only felt a whirlwind of the world, and when they opened their eyes the next moment, they were already in a completely unfamiliar valley.

(End of chapter)

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