In the silent palace of the lord of the ancient city of Mecca, there was a sudden sound of wings fluttering.

Puff puff!

An old Indian turtledove the size of an owl flew in from outside the hall door.

The body is grayish-brown with white spots on the back of the neck, the mouth is short, and the pale red claws are pawed.

"Oh my God! Old Guar seems to have seen the former King of the Blood!"

"White-haired King of the Bloodline!"

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Wang Zhe glanced at the noisy owl-sized old Indian turtle dove, and muttered silently:

"A long time ago, I also lost a hound, a chestnut horse and a turtledove, and I still track them to this day. ”

At this time, Wang Zhe began to walk in a large number of people again.

Both of them are over 60 years old, entering the last years of their lives.

But the strange thing is that the life fluctuations on the two of them are extremely strong.

One was a squinting-eyed old man dressed in a priest's attire.

A pair of eyes with very small slits in the eyes, except for the occasional flash of light like an old fox, and even the inside of the eye sockets could not be seen.

The eyebrows and eyes are slightly curved, full of kind smiles, but this smile is extremely dangerous in Wang Zhe's eyes.

Another old man, Wang Zhe is familiar with ......

Let's take it a long way.

The old paladin Tirio in silver and white armor?? Foding.

In his hand, he still held the horse chopping knife that Wang Zhe had in mind, as well as the big gold coin on it.

Or in Wang Zhe's eyes, it is more appropriate to be a golden game currency.

"Grandpa William~"

At this time, Valkyrie Joan of Arc stepped forward all of a sudden, standing between Wang Zhe and the two extremely powerful beings.

Wang Zhe knew very well that the two people standing in front of him.

Perhaps the top two powerhouses in this game!

"Well, is this young man the king of the white-haired blood clan in the revelation?"

At this time, Archbishop William spoke slowly, still so kind, as if he were the most amiable priest in the church.

It's like the first breeze of early spring on the shores of Lake Volga after experiencing a rumbling winter, and it's so comfortable that you can't help but close your eyes.

"King of the Bloodline?"

Wang Zhe was slightly stunned, his head tilted, there was a crisp click, and he asked out loud with a little doubt.

He may still know the revelation from Jenny's mouth and the white-haired blood boy or something......

But what is the situation with this King of Blood?

When Wang Zhe was stunned.

Xu Liang on the side knew the meaning of Archbishop William's words.

At this moment, Xu Liang realized that he and Caesar, a young man of the blood clan who was suspected of being a traverser, were both junior blood clans in name.

But the huge difference between the two is clear only to him.

The white-haired young man of the Blood-Clan after his transformation was just standing there, and he clearly and sensitively felt this bony royal aura.

If he is really the king of the blood clan, just standing by his side is a supreme glory.

This is the thought that is circling in Xu Liang's mind at the moment, and this idea is deeply engraved in his mind at this moment......

"In the revelation of the first parents. ”

"According to the ancient legend, one day, there will be a force outside the territory in this small world!"

"This extraterritorial force was extremely weak at first, but they would soon spread like a plague from the location of the Holy City. ”

"This is an extremely evil force, a source of terror that can turn the entire world upside down!"

"And at this time, this small world, the bloodlines of all the ancestors ------"

"Humans, blood clans, and wolf clans all need to put aside generations of blood feuds to defend this small world!"

And when this day comes, the three forces will have their own kings and lead their own races to win this victory to defend the world. ”

"An unyielding backbone, an indestructible heroic, an undefeated myth, a battlefield warrior god representing the interests of the entire human race!"

"Full of primitive beauty, the co-owner of ten thousand wolves where destruction and despair coexist!"

"and ......"

"The king of the Gauze Blood Clan with hair as white as snow, skin as crystal clear as ice flowers, and fiery as volcanic lava!"

At this point, Archbishop William, who was already in his late teens, paused slightly.

The eyebrows and eyes, which were always like the arc of the crescent moon, stared at the white-haired boy in front of him.

That gaze was like the look of a long-dead grandmother looking at her.

Archbishop William knew that although this was a legend that had been passed down for a long time, it had never been realized, after 10,000 years......

Everyone really just treats this legend as a forgotten legend.

But is that really the case?

The old man wavered for the first time, and after wiping the blood stains on his hands, the young man slowly raised his proud head, and his face was full of the innocent smile of the young man:

"I'm sorry, I'm not the King of the Bloods as you call me. ”

"Here, let me reintroduce myself. ”

"My name is Caesar?? Asama, the most common bloodline of the Thirteen Clans of the Asama Family. ”

"Nice to meet you. ”

Unexpectedly, the King of the Blood Clan in front of him did not have much hostility towards the Holy See Archbishop in front of him, and smiled slightly.

Then the young man, who was suspected to be the king of the blood clan, crossed the battlefield Valkyrie who stood in front of him.

Slowly stretched out his hands that were still slightly warm, the moment he stepped forward.

His white hair, which was as white as the first snow, was once again restored to the natural golden curls that are unique to Arabs.

"Nice to meet you. ”

Archbishop William smiled slightly and stretched out his palm, and the two top powerhouses in this world, one old and one young, shook their hands at this moment.

There is no imaginary self-competition, and there is no meaningless speculation about the other party.

It's just a simple handshake.

However, it was this handshake that suddenly eased the atmosphere in the entire meeting hall.

At this time, this military conference, which was about to decide the entire Arab secret realm, had just begun.

The old paladin who was armed with a large piece of gold coin and a saber was also squatting on the conference bench, closing his eyes and recuperating, and said no more.

This paladin seems to be extremely unwilling to see Wang Zhe, even if Wang Zhe has shown considerable kindness, it is useless.

Bullnose Paladin, well deserved!

Jenny reported the information provided by Wang Zhe to the remaining three paladin commanders and the two elders again.

First of all, everyone knows what kind of mysterious outsiders suddenly appeared in the entire Arabian secret realm?

It was a group of guys from the mysterious Poker family who called themselves contractors and believed in the name of the Rubik's Cube Space Horror Evil God.

They have a total of 48 members, 5 of whom have been awakened, and 2 of whom have been killed by the white-haired Assamai boy suspected of being the King of the Blood.

When he said this, the eyes of the two strongest elders in the ancient city of Mecca flashed with horror.

And according to the information provided by Wang Zhe, at present, there are less than five days left for the entire ancient city of Mecca to prepare.

Five days later, the plague will take shape, and tens of thousands of mutated infected people will begin to wreak havoc across the peninsula.

That's the time for the ultimate battle against that evil organization, the Poker family!