The Bloods, the hidden clans in the legends of human civilization, are always accompanied by shadows and fears, as well as the screams of children and the smell of blood escaping, and no one knows if they really exist, just like no one knows if the stories of werewolves and vampires who love and kill each other made up by dramatists have really happened.

However, the human bloodline does hate werewolves, because they have a keen sense of smell and can always catch well-hidden vampires out of the crowd and beat them up.

Other times, of course, it's vampire junkies who want to try something new that will take the initiative to provoke werewolves.

In short, the love-hate relationship between these two races is estimated to have crossed the stars and dimensions and played out in every fantasy world.

In Azeroth, the legend of vampires began long before Soladin the Great unified the Arathus Empire, and according to archaeologist Brian's book "Walking with Vampires", the original vampires may have been infected with the Flesh-cursed Viku, who began to consume blood due to changes in their bodies.

This is evidenced by the ruins of Stormfjord in the Broken Isles, where a sleeping Veku Blood Lord is said to have been unearthed a few months ago, and now the hapless crucidant has been crucified of birch wood and bound in chains made of holy silver, and then sealed in the archaeological museum of Mythril Castle for viewing.

However, in the first 2800 years of human civilization, except for the whispers of some madmen, the ancestors of mankind have not been able to prove the existence of vampires, but after 10 years of the Dark Gate, everyone in the entire Azeroth knows that the blood race really exists, and after more than ten years of development, it has become an indispensable part of human civilization.

Although the Empire does not officially recognize the existence of vampires in Kalimdor, so as not to cause panic among the people, in the federal territory of the Eastern Continent, the Blood Race is already an independent civilization, whether the previous race is elves, gnomes, or humans, after receiving the first embrace of blood, they have a new race and identity.

However, the Blood Clan has always pursued the principle of seclusion, and they all have the ability to disguise their appearance, and the federal government does not require the Blood Clan to show their identities in the light, so unless they take the initiative to expose it, the ordinary people living with them will be completely unable to distinguish these blood-feeding beings.

On the side of the Empire, the activities of the vampires are more meticulous and dark, they live in human civilization, but they are completely creatures of two worlds with ordinary people, to be precise, the birth time and current state of life of the Imperial Vampires are more in line with the image of the blood clan in fantasy legends.

The origin of the Imperial Vampire is an organization called the Syndicate, it has long been dissipated in the torrent of history, but the vampires born from it have survived, and there are 4 human blood clans that originally accepted the Dark Blade's Sarein inheritance, they are all exiled nobles of the Alterac Kingdom, gathered together, trying to rebuild Alterac, but after having the blessing of blood, this "short-sighted" ideal was abandoned, and the first 4 vampires set a bigger goal, they want to be in the shadow of human civilization, Build your own dark dynasty!

And now, they are only one step away from success.

Alex. Count Barov, an old nobleman who is rumored to have died, is now entertaining his "brothers" from afar in his manor, and the relationship between them is not good, but old Barov must treat each other with courtesy, because this is a meeting between two bigwigs of the human blood clan, whether it is based on each other's identities or the "ancient etiquette" that the blood clan stubbornly adheres to, old Barov cannot afford to be hasty.

The elder Count Barov is now almost 90 years old, but just by appearance, he is even better than his youngest son, Carlos. Barov was younger, he was dressed in a well-fitting and classical dark red aristocratic robe, his black hair was neatly combed, he wore a bow tie, three rings representing different meanings on his fingers, and on that handsome face, there were a pair of eyes like blood, which made the Blood Count look full of grace.

In fact, the history of the Barov family can also be traced back to the period of Soladin the Great, and even further forward in the barbarian era, when the Alterac Kingdom still existed, the Barov family was one of the best ancient families in the entire human civilization, and in terms of family lineage and inheritance, Barov is qualified to despise several young kings and 99% of the nobles of the entire empire, They are qualified to call others real "nouveau riche" and "dirt buns".

And in this decorated parlor like the royal court of the High Elves, opposite the old Barov who didn't say a word, sat a young man in a black hunting suit, he also had neatly combed long black hair and red eyes, but compared with the grace of the old Barov, this young man's temperament was wilder, freer, and sharper.

Just from his slightly open chest, slightly messy black and white shirt, and the long sword pinned to his waist, it can be seen that he and old Barov are not all the same.

"Tell me, Oriden, what news did you bring with you?"

Old Barov held his cane in both hands, and the top of the gorgeous cane was carved into the shape of a vulture's head, which looked a little evil, but it also made Old Barov's big man temperament undoubted.

He looked at Oriden. Pirenord, another of the three current elders of the Imperial Bloodline, is also one of the first Bloods to receive the Sarein Blood Legacy with Barov, the original human vampires were sent back to the Empire by the High Lord Tyrion to lurk, and in the past ten years, these bloods have not only enjoyed eternal life, but also dutifully provided everything they need for the Darkblade.

The vampires knew where their power came from, and they knew the price of disobedience to the Lord of the Dead, and the benevolent "ancestor" was obviously much more generous to the bloodlines than the trivial things the High Lord demanded.

Yes, all the blood inheritances currently circulating in Azeroth, whether it is human blood, or the elf Salein, or the rare dwarf vampire, etc., the source of all these inheritances comes from the first Celein of Azeroth, that is, the high lord Tyrion, so in the civilization of the blood clan, the great lord will also be called the "ancestor", or more exaggeratedly, some fanatical blood clans will call Tyrion "supreme supreme".

This title represents the loyalty and reverence of the Bloods to the High Lord, even if they have never actually met the mighty Ancestor.

In the face of the old Barov's inquiry, Oriden. Pirenod, the last descendant of the extinct kingdom of Alterac, straightened up and whispered in a magnetic, deep voice:

"Three days ago, I met Ms. Nassa again, and you may not have forgotten that she was the source of our legacy, the brilliant blood gem that contains endless hope and future."

"Yes, I never forgot that lady."

Old Barov nodded, he touched his handsome and young cheek with some emotion, and said:

"Every day, waking up in the annoying sun, I feel like it's a dream, but it's not, the lady in the shadow opens up a new world for us, and every day, I thank her from the bottom of my heart, and I also thank her for the decision I made back then... So, Lady Nassa gave you an order from the Supreme Supreme? ”

"Yes."

Auriden took the fine blood wine in front of him, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then took a sip of the wine, and said to his fellow people in front of him:

"It was the true order from the Ancestor, who told me that he and the entire Darkblade were about to leave the world of the living, and that we, the ones with the purest blood heritage, would remain in this world... Our Ancestors have given us a mission, and as we fulfill and keep it, we will receive the last and most generous gift from our Ancestors. ”

Oriden glanced at old Barov, and instead of selling it, he revealed the mystery:

"Freedom! True freedom! ”

"Huh"

Old Barov's eyes widened at this moment, and he looked at Oriden, and after confirming that the fellow was not joking, his voice remained steady, but the hand holding the cane trembled slightly, representing his agitated mood at this time, and the old count said:

"What do you mean..."

"We will no longer be vassals of the Blade or other forces, we will be able to keep everything we have, and then become our own masters... No orders, no tasks, no shackles! ”

There was also a hint of joy and happiness in Oriden's voice, and he spread out his hands and said to the old Barov in front of him:

"We decide for ourselves our lives with our descendants, we control everything ourselves! Yes, freedom! ”

"We no longer need to worry about a command from our ancestors that will cost us everything, nor do we need to worry about being abandoned and silently disappearing into this world for the better, just like our compatriots in the Federation, we will also have the power to walk in the sun, and the dark dynasty we swore to establish... You haven't forgotten it, have you? Alex, an empire that lives forever in the shadows, our long-cherished wish! ”

"Of course I haven't forgotten!"

Old Barov snorted, and a glint flashed in his blood-red eyes, and he said:

"But it's just you and me here, what about Facurrest? Is he still indulging in his stupid pirate dreams? Did he receive this order too? ”

"Of course."

Oriden also had some vague disdain on his face, and he took his glass and said to old Barov:

"Also, don't belittle our fellow citizens so much, Facurrest is also a member of the Trio Elders, and although in eternal life, he has chosen a rude and bleak future, I have heard that the vampire pirates under his command have recently set off a huge scene in the South China Sea, and the Darkblade is leaving this world, which means that the Sea Demon King will also leave..."

"Our Facurrest brothers seem to have the idea of becoming the second Sea Lord... I have to say, that sounds interesting, don't worry, Alex, I've already talked to him about this, Facurrest is a bit rude, but he's also a smart guy, he knows what to choose! ”

"Hmm."

Old Count Barov nodded, his fingers darting on his staff, and he looked at Oriden:

So, the most important question is, what do we have to pay for this hard-won freedom? Or to use the old-school sentence structure, what is the cost? ”

"This!"

Oriden took a scroll from his clothes and handed it to old Barov, who took it in his hand, looked at it only once, and his brow furrowed high.

"Varian? Are we going to support Varian as Emperor? This..."

"How?"

Oriden leaned back on the luxurious sofa, he crossed his legs, looked at Barov with a playful expression, and said:

"Aren't you willing to obey the Ancestor's commands?"

"No, no, no!"

Old Barov shook his head:

"I will not disobey the will of the Supreme Supreme, I just feel that fate is a little impermanent."

The old nobleman put the scroll aside, and said to Oriden with some regret:

"I have just instructed my two sons to grant the request of the nobles who are trying to rebel against Varian, they want to ask the Barov family to come forward and lead them against the terrible future of Varian becoming emperor, they are afraid of the means of the Blood King, they are afraid of losing everything, and the shadow of panic is almost driving them crazy."

"They want to be attached to my family, and they can give everything to ensure the survival of their family, you see, I have promised to help them, I have received a deposit, and that is a lot of wealth, a wealth that people like me will feel sorry for..."

"Hahaha, what a pity."

Hearing Barov's explanation, Oriden laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke, and he smiled, and said:

"Then I can only wish them... Smooth sailing on the road to hell, oh, or rather, will you continue to help them? That's a lot of money, after all. ”

"Of course, of course I will help them!"

Old Count Barov also raised his glass, and in the dim light, the crimson wine reflected an ominous light, and the blood elder said calmly:

"I'll help them, squeeze the last bit of wealth out of their pockets, and... I will send them to hell with my own hands! Of course, funeral expenses, I'll pay for it..."

"This is the will of the Supreme Supreme! It is a will that cannot be disobeyed... In the face of the freedom we promised, they, a bunch of cowardly, greedy and vicious stupid living beings..."

"What are they?"