Gradually, a lot of moving shadows appeared in the council, which had few ghosts, apparently summoned by vampires in strange vehicles.

The castle of the Blood Emperor is not close here, after all, it is the most noble bloodline among the blood clan, and there is only such a noble bloodline so far, so of course, the castle where Roland lives is in the deepest part of the forest, and it will not take long to walk out of the door to see the cemetery of the ancestors of the blood clan, but it is quite far from the place where the historian sleeps, if you want to go from there to the place where the blood historian sleeps, you must pass through this council, otherwise it will not let people gather them all to the council, but will let them go directly from Roland's residence to the place where the historian sleeps。

Of course, the blood clans that are floating in this council are not high-level blood clans, because the banquet held by Roland must be a task with a head and a face, and the blood emperor has always lived in a simple vein for eight hundred years, and it is not necessarily a banquet for eight hundred years, so this hard-won banquet has attracted the attention of almost all the high-level blood clans, except for a few old guys left in the council, all the castles are empty.

Naturally, the councillors riding the artifact vehicles could not find anyone in the castle where they lived, and only the servants unanimously said, "The masters have gone to the banquet of the Blood Emperor." ”

There was no way, and it was impossible to get these servants to leave the castle they served and go to the council, although these servants were all considered blood, but they listened to no one except their master, and the poor councillors were turned away, staring at each other wide-eyed.

In the end, the figures wandering in the council were still the low-level blood clans they met on the way, because Roland's castle was too far away from the council, so these people sent all the blood clans they met to the council along the way in line with the principle of sending a few people to the council, these low-level blood clans were far from having the right to approach the council, as long as they let them go to the council, they were also flattered and moved towards that side at the maximum speed, so there were a lot of strange vehicles in this forest.

"You said the Bloods don't have any communication tools," a Bloodline on a bicycle complained to the man with two drum wheels on the soles of his shoes next to him, "If you want us to run over there with such fanfare, even if we can't let humans come in and set off a firework egg or something." ”

"Fireworks rising in the depths of the forest" The Bloodclan who stepped on something like roller skates seemed to consider the suggestion for a moment, and then shook his head solemnly, "Then it is clear that there are people operating in this forest, and it took a lot of effort to keep the humans from noticing, and there is no chance that anything will happen if we do this." ”

This blood clan is also unimaginable, it has existed on the earth for so many years without a decent communication tool, and it is also known as avoiding human beings from detecting their traces.

The councillors who went out to Roland Castle on this side rushed to the direction of the banquet alive, while the non-senior councillors in the council on the other side were still furious, because he saw the low-level bloods trotting in from the gate of the council one by one, although he shouted behind those councillors that he would bring him back no matter what bloods he met, but when he saw this group of low-level bloods walking in, his blood was still boiling, not because of excitement, but because of anger.

But there is no way, there is no one who can use it now, and he will not be given the opportunity to pick and choose, so although the ability of these low-level blood clans is not as good as that of the prince and others, and they can't go to the place where the historian sleeps to find out, it is still more than enough to do logistics.

"You," instead of a finger, instructed a group of men to "go to the place where Historian Edward sleeps to observe the situation and come back to report, and another group to get a shovel at the nearest human bazaar." ”

In fact, the prince doesn't need a shovel to dig the ground, but this consumes a lot of their mental power, in line with the principle that more people have more strength, so that instead of letting people prepare that batch of shovels, it is actually so that these low-level blood clans can also contribute to the excavation of the sleeping place of Edward Historian.

"And ......" Before the majestic words were finished, even the low-ranking Bloods who were suffering from him were shocked, because at this moment they heard a voice floating in from the door of the councillor, which was a terrifying ghost, and they had no doubt that if the graveyard of the ancestors of the Bloods was not far from here, this voice would be able to raise them from the grave and then come up and block the mouth of the speaker.

"Jin Kela......" Instead of recognizing the voice of this golden heaven and earth weeping ghost god was made by Jin Kela, he couldn't help but even tremble the ten-centimeter beard on his chin.

"That's not an adult!" The same tone seemed to carry the not-so-good news again.

"Oh no!"

Instead of looking at Jin Kela, who was rushing over, he didn't speak, as if he was calming his mood, so that he could keep his beard trembling slightly after hearing the next message Jin Kela's words, so as not to let it shake too much.

"There's a big crater in the place where Historian Edward is sleeping," said Jin Kela, breathlessly, "and it's a big pit." ”

Oh, the beard has finally calmed down, and this time it's not too bad news, even if it collapses a big hole, it can be repaired for him.

"But the crater that has collapsed from the place where Historian Angus and Historian Aiden are sleeping is bigger than that of Historian Edward!"

Then, not the councillor, who lived up to expectations, rolled his eyes in front of the Bloods, and then turned his head back and fainted.

But the blood clan is the blood clan after all, even if it has been hit psychologically, it can come back to its senses immediately, just when everyone stretched out their hands to grab the beard that was not there and twisted him up, the other person stretched out a hand tremblingly and protected his beard in time, just fainted in place and then stood up immediately.

"You just said," said the non-councilor's beard now, which was still shaking involuntarily, causing everyone to turn their attention to his shaky beard, "What's the matter with Historian Angus and Historian Aiden?"

Before that, he only knew that Edward's side had collapsed, but what happened to Jin Qila's sudden report of the names of the other two historians?

"Huh?" Jin Kela looked at the one in front of him with some confusion, instead of "Didn't I say just now, the sleeping place of Historian Angus and Historian Aiden also collapsed." ”

No, it's not that he can't speak now, he just wants to shake his head, but he twists his neck and feels stiff, he no longer has the extra strength to control his stiff neck to make it shake his head, so he can only move his mouth and order Jin Qila in front of him: "You don't have to pay attention to the historian's side, your speed is fast, go to the Blood Emperor's castle and call everyone who can be called, just say that the historian has a big incident." ”

Jin Qila ran away with his legs in response, and ran out of this council with a smoke, and everyone looked at his departing back a little stunned, this blood clan ran really fast.

"Then not my lord," a weak voice came out of the crowd in front of him, "so do we still need to observe the situation on Lord Edward's side?"

"No," he said, not the one who looked at the exit, "Now all of you go and sort out the materials in the archives for me, and re-record them all." ”

There are also history books among the blood clan, and because their life span is very long, so these history books record things from thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years ago, and some ordinary paper and ink can't be destroyed for such a long time, so the blood clan has people who renovate them every once in a while, that is, they are re-transcribed, but because of the existence of the historian, this interval is a little long, and the next time you renovate it, you can see where the content has been blurred, and ask when the historian wakes up, but now the sleeping places of the three historians have collapsed together, and each historian records something differentIt is impossible for a historian to remember all the history of the Bloodline, so the death of these three historians means that if this part of the history book goes wrong, the real history will never be known again, so it is not that people will have to renovate those history books.

After saying that, the person in front of him scattered in a hurry and rushed over to the file is side, only the person who asked the question just now was still timidly staring at the person in front of him with a pair of eyes.

"What's the matter?" instead of looking at the Bloodclan in front of him, he had a headache.

"Then we can't buy shovels anymore?"

Instead: "......" He dared to promise that today was the first time he knew that there was such a retardation among the original blood clan.

The people here just listened to the order of Na Wei and dispersed, everyone held a heavy history book in their hands and began to copy, of course, their mouths were still idle when they copied, and they were talking about something in a disturbed manner, and instead of being annoyed by their noisy voices, they originally wanted to stop them from making noise and let their mouths stop making noise, but at this time it seemed that someone had guessed his intentions- There was another terrible sound at the door, and suddenly everyone in the archives closed their mouths tightly and stared at the door of the council house.

It wasn't that he knew that Jin Kela's speed was fast, but it was very far from Roland's castle, and it was impossible to walk back and forth in just a few minutes, but at this moment, instead of just praying that Jin Kela's speed was fast enough, he had already walked back and forth, not because he expected the princes to arrive soon, but because he really didn't want to hear any other information in Jin Kela's mouth. According to previous practice, the news that came out of Jin's mouth was not good news.

"Then ......" before the words could be spoken, he was stopped by that instead of reaching out his hand.

"Yes," instead of staring at Jin Kela, who had already run in front of him, "Have you already told the princes about the historian?"

Jin Qila was stunned for a moment, then looked at it with a complicated expression, and then shook his head.

Although she shook her head, there was still a spark of hope dancing in her heart, maybe she had forgotten to bring something with her this time. Of course, when Kim came in, he saw that she didn't have anything to fall in the council.

"I forgot to tell you something when I left. Kim looked at it with sincerity.

After hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he forgot to tell himself when he was leaving just now, and he didn't find any new movement on the way and hurriedly ran over. Something that can be forgotten is not a big thing.

He sat down on the couch with all his body loose and slumped on the sofa, as if all his strength had been drained, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Isn't that an adult?" looked at Na Instead who was suddenly slumped on the couch, a little overwhelmed, and wondered if he wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Say it. "Instead of waving his hand and straightening his body, although he breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't be too relaxed, and it was possible for anything to happen in the next second.

I have to say that it was not really very prescient, and it was thanks to the fact that he was sitting on the sofa just now, and now he was able to faint in the weak sofa.

"I was in a hurry, and I forgot to tell you that Kennebec, Steven, Sapier, Nicholas, Occam, Jeffrey, and Captain Helena also had a big hole in them. Jin Qila reported the names of the seven historians in one breath, and when he looked at the other elder sitting on the sofa, he had already fainted, rolling his eyes.

Jin Kela's just burst out plus the previous three happened to be ten historians, and their blood clan only had ten historians, and now they all died in Jin Kela's mouth.

Instead of quickly attracting the attention of the other Bloods, they put down the history books in their hands and came to the people who rolled their eyes, thinking about what to do if the Bloods rolled their eyes and fainted, because in their long history, they had never seen a Blood Clan faint, or they still fainted with rolling their eyes.

Roland, who had successfully collapsed ten glazed caves, didn't know that he had already rolled his eyes and fainted when he heard the news, and was now staring at the clouds above him with a very happy expression, this place was not close to the place where the blood clan lived, so the perennial gloom could not spread to this place.

However, Lou Yuandai beside him was not in such a good mood at this moment, she stared at the wound on Roland's waist that had healed several times, and finally pulled out a piece of cloth and wrapped it tightly around his waist and abdomen.