Hessian Castle sits on the edge of the Bloodline's territory, bordering the werewolf's territory. According to common sense, the wolf clan and the blood clan have been at odds for a long time, as early as thousands of years ago, the blood clan once relied on its own powerful power to enslave the wolf clan and make it its own slave army.

At that time, in order to ensure the absolute obedience of the wolf clan and polish the fighting spirit in their hearts, the blood clan designed to kill the leader of the wolf clan. His youngest son, Rushian, became the leader of the wolf clan at that time.

Under the frenzied suppression of the Blood Clan, the Wolf Clan was forced to submit. As Rushian grows older, the strong and powerful werewolf leader sees the devastation that has befallen his people and vows to free his people. With his efforts, the werewolf's already unruly wildness was slowly stimulated. This led to the most tragic war in the history of the Cyborg Parliament.

The wolf clan and the Bloods have been fighting for thousands of years, and although the Wolves have regained their freedom and have their own independent position in the Cyborg Council, the hatred with the Bloods is still indelible today. But this Hessian castle is an alternative, in the castle, werewolves and blood clans can enter and exit freely, and the ordinary people of the cyborg council living here will not hate each other, you can see that in many shops, werewolves and blood clans are sitting together and laughing peacefully. Occasionally, there are a few troublemakers, but it is just unintentional.

In the early morning, when the first rays of the sun rose, the gates of Hessian Castle slowly opened, and the bloods who walked back and forth wrapped themselves tightly, and the pitch-black cloak blocked the ultraviolet rays from the sun's rays.

The Bloodline's greatest achievement in the Cyborg Council is the development of a special energy factor that blocks ultraviolet rays. They call it Black Yao.

At the same time, if you have been injected with the vaccine composed of this black flare factor since childhood, you can produce a black flare antibody in the body, which can not only improve the physical fitness of the blood clan, but also make them immune to ultraviolet radiation, so that the blood clan can walk under the sun.

It's just that the price of the Black Yao vaccine is expensive. Even the ancient Bloods could not afford to have every one of them injected from an early age.

The formula of the Black Yao vaccine is in the hands of the royal families of the blood clan, and the vaccine will be distributed according to the strength of the clan, blood background, and so on. Ordinary blood clans don't have such an opportunity, and they can only buy clothes made of the Black Flare Factor to block ultraviolet rays.

As soon as the city gate was opened, it became lively, and a large number of blood clans and werewolves who had been waiting outside the city gate for a long time poured into the city. Today is the eve of the bloody gladiatorial tournament held by the owner of Hessian Castle, Count Sleigh Bermuda. Known for its blood, brutality, and high profits, this annual event has been held for nearly a decade under the promotion of Earl Slais. The winners of previous years were not only rewarded handsomely. He will also be entrusted with important tasks by Count Slais.

Two figures in black cloaks squeezed into the bustling crowd and walked into a Bloodline-style bar. On the stage in the center of the bar, two strippers with heavy makeup and bright makeup writhed their plump buttocks uncontrollably, causing a lot of ghosts to cry wolf in the audience, and a lot of gold coins were thrown onto the stage, and the two strippers writhed even more presumptuously.

Behind the bar was a handsome Bloodliner, smiling and chatting with the customers in front of him. Although the Blood Clan waiter was polite, his right hand was placed on the back of the female guest in front of him, rubbing it provocatively.

That's when it happened. The two figures in black cloaks crossed the front of the waiter, and a fat, pale face was revealed.

"I heard that you can sign up for the competition here." The obese Bloodclan shoved a handful of gold coins into the waiter's hand.

Originally, this handsome waiter still wanted to get angry, and finally caught a ** widow, but he was disappointed by this fat-headed and big-eared guy. But when he saw the golden coin, he couldn't help but smile on his face, and then whispered a few words in the ear of the female guest, which made the other party's face red, and he turned around with a smile and was about to leave. But she was unsteady on her feet. The whole person couldn't help but fall backwards, and at this time, another black-robed man who had been standing still stretched out his big pale hand. Stopped the female guest by the waist.

"Thank you ......"

When the female guest raised her head, she saw the handsome and extraordinary face under the hood, and she was a little stunned for a while. It wasn't until the other party let go of his hand that the female guest came back to her senses, couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckled, and then stuffed a silk scarf with body fragrance into the other party's hand. Then he drifted away.

The waiter couldn't help but curse "**", and then walked out of the bar with a smile and led the two towards the room behind the bar.

The young Bloodclan frowned slightly, put the silk scarf on the bar, and then followed.

"You've got the right person. As long as you pay the registration fee, our bar will arrange your food, clothing, accommodation and transportation for the rest of the race. It's just that this registration fee ......."

The fat bloodclan smiled slightly, and then threw a bag of gold coins to the waiter: "The registration fee is not a problem, and we still have a few questions to ask you." ”

"I don't dare to ask for advice, I don't dare to ask for advice. If you have any questions, just ask, as long as I know, I will never hide a word. The waiter held the gold coin, and his face couldn't help but bloom with joy.

By this time, the three of them had already entered the room behind the bar, where there was a keygen and some papers and pens on the desk.

"This is the information that you need to fill in, and then you need to register your blood genes on this registration machine. All it takes is a drop of blood. The waiter explained.

"This one is not busy yet!" The fat blood clan put aside the information documents with a smile, and then asked, "Actually, we came here mainly to visit Lord Earl this time, but unfortunately Lord Earl's mansion is heavily guarded, and we have tried many times to fail to pass the news into the mansion, I don't know if there is any other way besides signing up for the competition to have the opportunity to meet Lord Earl?" ”

The waiter looked embarrassed, and then said slightly apologetically, "I'm sorry, I really can't help you in this matter." The Earl has always been in-depth and simple, and he doesn't like all kinds of entertainment. This bloody gladiatorial tournament was held to cater to some nobles, ostensibly as an entertainment event, but in fact, the Earl used this event to attract a large number of powerful people. For example, a few days ago, he just defected to the Earl's Lord - Numa. A half-werewolf, such a character is spurned in the human world or in any clan of the Cyborg's Council. However, the Earl left his hand behind, and appointed him to be the chief steward of the Earl's Court, and now he has become a popular man in front of the Earl. ”

The waiter felt that he said too little, and the other party was likely to ask for the gold coins back, so he talked for a long time in one breath, and what he knew and hearsay did not fall.

The fat bloodline nodded: "In that case, let's report first, and after winning the championship, we will naturally be able to meet Lord Earl, right?" I just don't know how long this tournament will last? And what are the specific rules? ”

As soon as the waiter heard this, he finally ran into the problem he knew, and he hurriedly replied: "The qualifiers for the competition are brawls, and all the contestants who signed up for the competition are locked in eight huge iron cages, and in the end, only one person can come out of each iron cage. Then it's time for the quarterfinals, where they face off in pairs in the form of a draw until there is only one person left. The reason why it is called a bloody gladiatorial tournament is because in the end, only one person can survive. From the beginning to the end of the preliminaries, a total of three days, the preliminaries will start tomorrow, and many outsiders will come today to queue up overnight to buy tickets. ”

The fat bloodline nodded, then looked at the young bloodline behind him and said, "Young Master East, you look at ......"

The young Blood, known as East, nodded, then walked over to the keygen and poured a drop of his own blood into the groove of the machine, and before long, a slight roar of the machine rang out, and a chapter of blood-colored cards was spat out.

Esther picked up the card and looked at it closely, it was printed with a black silhouette image of Hessian Castle, and there was a string of numbers underneath, which should represent the number of the contestants.

"This is an identity card, and you can use this unimpeded access to the gladiatorial arena specially built by Lord Earl for the Bloody Gladiatorial Tournament." As he spoke, the waiter took the information form again, and Esther filled it out one by one.

"Okay, your information will be uploaded to the host of the competition, and in the preliminaries, the numbers will be drawn and put into the eight iron cages, I wish you a victory!"

Esther nodded and walked out of the room first, but the fat blood clan smiled slightly, and in the waiter's puzzled gaze, a white fat finger suddenly flicked on the waiter's head. In an instant, the waiter stood still, as if he had lost all sense, and just stared ahead in a daze. The Fat Blood Clan smiled and took the money bag from the waiter's hand, and then rummaged through each of the other party's pockets, until he put the few coins scattered in his arms before he walked out of the room satisfied.

After a full three minutes, the waiter suddenly woke up, and then looked around suspiciously: "How did I get here?" He seemed to have lost the brief memory he had just had, and could only walk to the bar in front of him in a daze.

The two Bloods walked out of the bar and onto a remote street, where the Bloodborn, known as Easter, asked, "Mr. Slim, do you really want me to participate in this Bloody Gladiatorial Tournament?" ”

"I've reminded you many times that you're now Esther, a fallen Bloodline. And I am your servant, the old butler, Kane. Don't let me remind you a second time, it will be a hassle in case the stuffing is revealed! ”

It turned out that this old man and young man were Alan and Mr. Slim who went to the hinterland of the Blood Clan, and they made a special detour to this Hessian Castle in order to let the owner of the castle, Count Slais Bermuda, be Allen's introducer! (To be continued.) )