"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this sacred place on this wonderful night!"

Under the bright light, George, the patriarch of the Wind Clan, stood tall and straight. Behind him, there was still the huge red curtain. And in front of him are countless members of the North American Dark World who have been or intend to continue to be unruly.

Although they are numerous, although they all have their own bizarre abilities, in George's eyes, they have only one name in common: losers!

In a world where the law of the jungle reigns supreme, the victors need not be blamed, while the losers can only give what they have - including their lives!

Before the start of the "Fengshen Festival", all kinds of attitudes at the venue were seen by George and remembered in his heart.

Thanks to the almighty master, he has given the Wind Clan magical stealth ability! George silently praised in his heart again.

In the face of all kinds of speculation and doubts, George could have ignored them and forcibly crushed. But the master has an order: to absorb as many WindClan members as possible. George had no choice but to take the opportunity of this festival to send the guys who didn't want to be transformed into the Wind Clan to where they should go!

Just with a gentlemanly demeanor, George had to say with a smile on his face:

"Here, on behalf of the Wind Clan, I would like to thank you all for coming on time!"

After speaking, he also made a gentleman's salute slightly.

After the polite nonsense is said, the next step should be the impolite part!

The crowd listened silently to George's speech. That is the right of the victors, and they have no way to refute it - at least for now.

"It's a pity," George said, even sighing. Everyone heard the sad sigh of the Wind Clan patriarch through the top sound of the scene:

"It's a pity that thirteen families and fifty-two friends who have been notified by us did not show up at this heavy celebration! Maybe they all have various reasons, and I can only regret this! Yes, the truest regret! ”

George whispered, then waved his hand lightly.

Dozens of colorful figures, with George's movements, rose into the air silently, and quickly dispersed as soon as they gathered in mid-air. Only the slowly flapping wings remained, reflecting a colorful light against the moonlight.

Following their figures, as they faded away, there were also the eyes of everyone in the square.

As if fascinated by the beautiful wings of the WindClan, no one doubted the goals of these WindClans, nor did anyone doubt the tragic end of those targets!

How many tombstones will be added to the graveyard of the losers?

"Poor Butorolinsky! Farewell, my friend! Degaloff withdrew his gaze from looking up at the sky, and silently said goodbye to his friend in his heart.

That's the price you have to pay for making the wrong choice! Despite its bloody violence, despite its simplicity and directness, there is no choice for a single qiē!

"It doesn't take long for the children of the Wind Clan to return triumphantly. I believe that as always, what they brought back must be news of victory! ”

For the sake of this news, how many families and how many people's lives will be ended forever! Quest quietly clenched his fists, but suddenly remembered the cold and shining teeth of the boy in yellow, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat!

George glanced around the venue and said casually:

"Those who don't follow the rules of the game will inevitably be eliminated from the game! So, what about the ladies and gentlemen here? Who else doesn't want to play this game, please feel free to leave, I am not embarrassed! ”

Nima, even the family thousands of miles away is about to be embarrassed by you, what good end is there for this close away?

All the players who don't want to play this game are silently despising it in their hearts.

Fortunately, George didn't give them time to make a choice, but immediately changed to a smiling face and said:

"Everyone knows that before the Gambino family became the Wind Clan, it was just a simple vampire family. Yes, even though we're the oldest Bloodline in North America, we're still just a bunch of vampires! It's not about time! ”

Carol stared at George on the stage, his heart racing: It's coming, it's coming! Next, he should tell the secret of how he can become the WindClan!

And the other people who envy the abilities of the Wind Clan also have the same thoughts as Carol.

How do you get that terrifying WindClan?

George smiled faintly, not letting these people suffer more:

"Everyone knows that what the Blood Clan fears the most is the Holy Light of the Holy See! Moreover, ordinary sunlight can cause us harm. The worst thing is that in order to survive, we have to suck blood! But," said George, as if remembering some bad memory, snapped:

"However, sucking blood is for survival, so where is the meaning of the blood clan's existence? Is it just to hide in a dark coffin and rely on other people's blood to maintain a hopeless life?! ”

Maybe he was a little too excited, he took a few breaths before he said lonely:

"Actually, we dark creatures are really some poor creatures who have been abandoned by both God and Satan at the same time!"

Listening to George's narration, everyone in the audience was silent. Even those families with different aspirations were speechless.

"There is no place for us in this heaven and earth!" George was silent for a while before he spoke again:

"The other races still have a lifespan limit, and the worst is the blood - we can only survive hopelessly in the blood and darkness!"

"I remember one day I came alone to a small island in the Atlantic Ocean, intending to end my life under the sun. But I failed! The blood clan has a natural fear of the sun. Just as the sun was about to come out, I hid in the cave......"

The longer silence made the atmosphere of the scene extremely oppressive, and even the waning moon disappeared into the thick clouds.

"All creatures of darkness are a race cursed by God! We don't have any hope at all! ”

George shouted again.

Slowly glancing at the audience, the Wind Clan patriarch suddenly showed an innocent smile.

It is extremely rare to see such a smile on the face of an old man. But everyone present can testify that George's smile can indeed only be described as innocent. If I had to use one more word, it would be "piety"!

"Just when our whole family thought we could only sink in the darkness......" George said with his eyes closed, almost in a dreamy tone:

“…… My master, the all-powerful God, has come down ......"