Two days later, in the afternoon, we arrived at a village at the foot of the Carpathian Mountains. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It is the closest village to the Carpathians.

Without any sign of hiding, we walked straight into the village and came to the largest building.

As the closest secular place to the Tsmich Castle, it is completely controlled by the forces of the Tsmich clan, and there are not only a large number of low-end bloods. And there is also a marquis to guard.

The low-end blood clan can't even be said to be a blood clan, but a group of infected people who will also live, grow old, sick and die.

They are not afraid of the sun.

At the same time, their strength is too weak to be true. But if you have modern weapons, it's a different story.

The village is not without high-ranking bloods, but although the sky is dark and groggy, they prefer to lie in a coffin underground, which is the best way to rest.

When Will approached the butler of the manor's ordinary house and asked to see the Marquis of Balk, he refused.

The old fellow, dressed like an English butler, stared at us with snake-like eyes, and said coldly, "There is no Marquis of Balk here. You're looking for the wrong person. ”

Let's talk about it. So he commanded his servants to shut the iron door.

However, at this time, Will walked out and said calmly, "I just want to make this visit a very important meeting; As a son-in-law, I don't want to get bloody, and if you put on a posture of rejecting people from thousands of miles away, I don't mind burning you to ashes as a punishment for your disrespect. ”

Hearing Will's threat, the old butler's brows jumped and he said, "Are you sure you are in Mondodil and dare to do such a thing?" ”

Will said calmly: "It seems to me that whether it is your little broken village, or Paris and London, or the Castle of Tsmich on the Carpathian Mountains, it is for me. None make any difference; You're a little viscount, and to me, like an ant. ”

His words were full of provocation, but the old butler was silent for a long time before he finally spoke: "Please come in, but the Marquis will wake up late, and you may need to wait." ”

Will smiled and nodded, saying it's okay, I can wait, and if there is a good English black tea. Get some.

There were quite a few of us, and we didn't all go in, except for the people who participated in the operation that night, only Jack and Adolf were allowed to enter by Will, and the others were in the car.

The steward was a sharp-eyed man, and when he saw that the four Blood Earls in our group were not qualified to enter, he immediately became extremely cautious.

We were ushered into a living room with a long dining table and waited, and five minutes later a rather bright-looking maid came over and poured us tea.

The maid was blonde and blue-eyed, with high eyebrows and deep eyes, a typical Europa beauty, with skin as white as snow.

Her appearance immediately attracted the attention of most people.

Xiao Keming suddenly couldn't control it, and stepped forward to put it on, but unfortunately the girl didn't understand his words at all, just smiled politely, and left.

The old ghost was beside me, telling me something.

He thinks that wearing a tuxedo is really good, and when he returns to China, he will find a tailor to make two fits, will it be very stylish at that time? Lady Pounce.

When Will heard this, he laughed and said why bother to go back to China, I'll find you a designer when I go back.

The group looked very relaxed, as if they had come here to visit relatives or go on vacation.

As everyone knows, we have just made a mess of people's biggest money bags, and we must know that cutting off people's money is like killing our parents, and any Tsmich will find us desperately in this matter.

Is it really good to appear with such a swagger?

You know, most of Europe is looking for us?

The old butler said that the Marquis might be late, but in less than five minutes a short man in a sumptuous tuxedo came to us, surrounded by the crowd.

He looked a little like Chaplin and a bit like Hitler, not tall, with a big nose and eyes as sharp as an eagle.

He walked into the hall surrounded by a dozen blood clansmen on a gentleman's cane, and after looking at all of us, his eyes finally returned to Will's body, and said in English with a blank face: "Vergangro, I didn't expect you to appear in Mondodir like this, I really surprised me a little!" ”

Will looked calm, he didn't even stand up, but sat down in a comfortable chair and said calmly, "I'll take Angelena back, according to the rules of the Bloodline." ”

Marquis Balk squinted at him and said that the rules of the blood clan, but the strong are respected, are you sure you don't sneak over to find someone?

Will shrugged his shoulders and said yes, I'm sure, you contact Archduke Tsmeich, and I'll take him away from him personally, and let him wait for me.

Ha, ha, ha......

The Marquis of Balk threw his head back and laughed, as if he had heard something ridiculous.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, still squinting, emitting a piercing light like broken glass, and said: "How many years have it been, and there are really people who dare to come to the door to challenge according to the contract set by the Thirteen Alliances back then. However, in order to determine your eligibility, I need to verify it, is that okay? ”

Will patted his clothes, stood up calmly, and said to wait a long time, please.

The Marquis of Balk raised his hand, and the door was opened, and he said, "The house is crowded, and it is all good things left over from Elizabethan times, why don't we go outside?" ”

Will nodded in agreement, and said yes, art is borderless, raceless, and the common wealth of the whole world, let's go out and play.

Both groups stood up and went outside on the lawn.

At this time, it was already afternoon, because the sky was overcast, there was not a trace of sunshine, and the cold wind was blowing overhead, which made people can't help but hold their arms and shiver.

Then I realized that it wasn't because of the weather, but because the atmosphere of these two groups was too gloomy.

The temperature of the entire space has dropped by more than ten degrees.

Will crossed the border, and the Marquis of Balk left the crowd and stepped onto the lawn.

At this time, the whole village fell into a silent bustle, from the mill, from the stable, from the farmland, from the market, from the high and low houses...... A multitude of people poured out.

The men surrounded the lawn three times inside and three layers outside, but no one dared to speak except for the sound of small footsteps on tiptoe.

Everyone lowered their breathing, gasped softly, and then looked at the two protagonists in the field.

One is the Marquis of the Blood Clan, who has ruled this area for an unknown number of years, with a long life and great power, the existence at the top of the pyramid.

And the other, apart from being a little handsome, really didn't see any qualifications to stand in front of His Excellency the Marquis of Balke.

Why did the Marquis of Balk give him this opportunity?

Only those who know the inside story can know how terrifying this young man is.

He is a milestone figure who subverts the history of the Bloodline, and the "Blessing of Cain" he developed broke the curse of the high-ranking Bloodline's fear of sunlight and dependence on blood, and successfully integrated into human society.

As long as he wants, he can create a race other than the thirteen clans at any time.

In a sense, although he is not as good as the great third generation of the blood clan, he is definitely comparable to the legendary fourth generation of rulers.

Now the two are going to fight.

In my eyes, both Will and the Marquis of Balk seemed extremely cautious.

They are very cautious in the face of their opponents.

After a half-minute stalemate in unison, someone finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to whisper.

Lord Marquis, are you afraid?

In the face of such a young guy, why didn't he wave his sleeves and let this guy eat dirt?

Doubts spread in the hearts of everyone, and also pierced the heart of Lord Balk, and his whole body began to tremble uncertainly, turning into one phantom after another.

These apparitions continued to separate and coincide, and eventually became thirteen gigantic of him.

Each Marquis of Balke, more than two meters tall, surrounded Will tightly.

On the contrary, Will, as the challenger, seemed extraordinarily calm, he didn't even move, and the whole person stood there like a wax figure.

It wasn't until the first Marquis of Balk's visions came out to tempt that he finally moved.

Will gracefully reached out and grabbed the illusion's neck, then twisted it slightly.

The illusion turned into countless points of light and fell.

Then he moved, and one illusion after another was melted and destroyed by Will, turning into countless points of light that fell on the grass, and after a few minutes, there were only two left.

And at this time, the Marquis's momentum had risen to the extreme, and the entire sky had become bright red.

Everyone in the middle of it felt as if they were in a quagmire.

I had a feeling of being out of breath, and when I looked at the old ghost, I saw that he was also acting in great pain, and resisted the tremendous pressure and did not move.

But the old ghost could hold on, but the others couldn't hold on, and I saw that the onlookers in the village had fallen down in a large area.

This is a kind of coercion from the depths of the soul, especially for the blood clan, the coercion of a marquis is already the limit of what they can understand.

The battle continues, which can be described as dazzling.

It was a battle that I couldn't put into words, so I jumped straight to the description of the result.

The whole sky was red, and the figures in the field changed from fourteen to two, and then I saw Will stagger, as if he might fall at any moment, but he finally lay on top of the Marquis of Balk.

Will's two fangs pierced deep into the neck of Marquis Balke.

Blood is the source of all power.