Once a rift in the interior appears, it cannot be easily smoothed out.

The war between the Flame Demon Clan and the Abyss Demon Clan has been going on for months, and the death of Simmons and Alfred has caused the two races to forge an undying hatred.

The fighting has even spread to the minor races of the two races, and an ever-expanding war zone has emerged in the Devil Islands.

The alliance forged at the beginning is dead in name, and the tribes of the Alcatraz Islands are mired in mutual distrust.

How to resolve the disputes within the archipelago has become a headache for all races, and once they can't form a joint force, any demon race has no advantage in the outside world and is unable to launch a foreign war.

"The two hooligans who want to fight have fought on their own, but the people who save them from the other duties of Hoho, just don't know how Simmons and Alfred did the two idiots to die so completely." At the end of the dimly lit long table in the castle restaurant, Dracula, dressed in a black suit and combing his big back, held the crystal glass between his two fingers, gently shaking the scarlet red wine in the glass, and said with a bit of joke.

"This is not a good thing for us in the Alcatraz Islands, and there will be a peace conference in a few days, and our voice will be reduced because of this." Maynard said with a heavy expression.

"I think it's good, it's the true sorrow of the Alcatraz Islands when a group of warmongers try to represent the demons." Dracula took a sip of red wine and smiled.

"With the strength of our vampire clan, we could have had a much larger territory." Maynard looked at Dracula.

"You can talk to our ancestor about this, he has always thought that we vampires don't need more territory." Dracula said with a nonchalant expression.

"You're also the ancestor of the vampire clan now, as long as you agree to ......"

"I very much agree with what Ancestor said, the current territory of our vampire clan is completely sufficient, and we don't have to accompany a group of fools everywhere to exchange the lives of our clansmen for useless open space." Dracula nodded.

"Dracula, that is not a useless open space, it represents the strength and prosperity of our vampire clan, since you have obtained the ancestral bloodline, you should assume the responsibility of an ancestor, and you should lead the vampire clan to a more powerful future!" Maynard looked at Dracula with some hatred.

Dracula put the wine glass on the table, and said with a bit of mockery in his smile: "Maynard, I respect you as a brother, and call you a big brother." But now that you know that I'm one of the progenitors of the vampire clan, in what capacity are you commanding me now? The patriarch of the vampire clan? Or what you call racial righteousness? ”

"You ......" Maynard choked, looking at Dracula's flushed face, but he didn't know how to refute for a while.

The Vampire Ancestor has a high status in the clan and is a special existence above the patriarch.

In addition to Giles, who has already died, another ancestor only appears on important occasions.

And Dracula broke through the bloodline boundary and obtained the inheritance of the ancestral bloodline from Giles, becoming the new vampire ancestor, and his status was already above him.

"I know that Giles once promised you to pass on the ancestral bloodline to you, but you have been the patriarch for so many years, don't you know that the ancestral bloodline can not be passed on from generation to generation?" Dracula pinched his glass and got up, "Also, I'll be going to the City of Chaos to attend this early meeting, just in time to meet my good niece." ”

As soon as the words fell, Dracula disappeared into the dining room with the black fog.

"Bastard!" Maynard slammed his fist into the wall and let out a low roar.

Obtaining the ancestral bloodline can increase the lifespan by at least five hundred years, and the strength is far above that of ordinary tenth-level vampires, but such an opportunity was snatched away by the lazy Dracula, ruining the plan he had been planning for a long time.

……

Aug tribe.

In the black stone hall, a tall orc walked in quickly, and said respectfully to Oster, who was sitting on a high seat: "Patriarch, it has been confirmed that the little girl of the Fak tribe will personally go to the city of chaos to attend the meeting, and Rex may stay in the tribe, this is a good opportunity for us to intercept and kill her." ”

"It's a great opportunity." Oster showed a grim smile, "I want everyone to know that those who disobey my Ogur tribe will not die well!" ”

"Patriarch, intercepting and killing the chief of the Fak tribe at this time may cause some not very good reactions, I'm afraid everyone will think of us." An orc persuaded.

"This is exactly what I want, I want to warn those who try to rebel against the Ogur tribe to be honest with me and follow us to fight the world, otherwise the fate of the Fak tribe will be their fate." Oster sneered, his expression gloomy, "Send the most elite Black Hawk Flying Rider, I don't want to see her in the City of Chaos." ”

"Yes!" The orc, who had gone to the door first to report the news, answered and walked away quickly.

……

"Are you sure you don't need me to go with you?" Rex said as he looked at Connie, who was inspecting the souvenirs she had brought to her friends.

"Really, Master, you can stay in the tribe and take care of the family, and it will be no problem for me to go alone." Connie waved her hand disapprovingly, picked up a packet of dried fruits and examined it, then put it down again, "Besides, didn't you say that I'm already the first person to sneak up on you now?" No one knows assassination better than I do, so don't worry about it at all. ”

"I'm not worried about that." Rex looked at Connie a little helplessly, "I'm worried that you're going in the opposite direction." ”

Connie's face flushed, and she coughed dryly, "Don't worry, I'll ride a flying mount that I recognize to go to the Chaos City Road this time, and I'm sure I'll arrive safely." ”

"I hope so." Rex nodded in disbelief.

"Then I'll leave early tomorrow morning, so I won't disturb Master, you can sleep." The smile on Connie's face couldn't be hidden, "I can't help but want to go back to the restaurant for a big meal!" ”

……

Noon on the second day.

More than a dozen orcs riding on the back of a black giant eagle stood on a cliff, stretching their necks to look north, their faces confused.

"Didn't the intelligence say that we had already set off in the morning?"

"This is the only way to get to the City of Chaos from the Fak tribe, and there are our Black Hawk Riders all over the route, and there is no room for omission."

"Even if she's flying the slowest pigeon, she should have flown here, right? How can there be no movement at all? ”

The orcs whispered, not understanding what the situation was now, or whether to evacuate or hold on.

……

"Sisters! Your chieftain is back! ”

On the other side, Connie had already knocked on the door of Maimie's restaurant and happily rushed into the restaurant with a large bag.

"It's better to come early, just in time for lunch." Connie looked at a large table of dishes, her eyes lit up, and she looked at McGonagall with a smile and said, "Boss, don't you mind adding a pair of chopsticks?" ”