In the dark and sunless dense forest, a team of horses in splendid costumes is slowly advancing. The knights on the horses were particularly gorgeously dressed, with brilliant silver-white armor and intricate carvings, making each pair of armor a work of art.

They sat on tall horses, tall and sturdy, all black and without a trace of stray hair. These sturdy black horses are all dressed in the same ornate armor as their masters, and their gilded saddles exude dazzling brilliance.

The horse convoy stretches for a long time, and there is no edge in the distance. The knights on the horses are lined up in pairs, and the horses that sit down move in unison as if they were stepping on a drum. In the middle of the team, a golden four-wheeled carriage was particularly eye-catching, and unlike the heavily armored black horses under the knight's seat, the eight horses pulling the golden carriage were all snow-white.

The road in the forest was not smooth, but the carriage walked steadily, and if you looked closely, the golden wheels did not fall to the ground, as if an invisible force was carrying the carriage forward. The lead knight at the front of the line is different. He was not wearing ornate armor, but was dressed in light clothes, black equestrian clothes set off his figure, his brilliant long golden hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, and his pale face did not have the slightest blood color, and his handsome appearance did not look like a human.

He had turquoise eyes, and was staring around with all his watch, taking on the duties of a guard.

At this moment, a loud neighing of horses sounded, and the blonde man stepped out of the crowd, and the long line of knights behind him was still moving forward, but the man stopped on the side of the group, and looked at the end of the line, where a knight was hurrying to the end.

"Master Marcus!" The knight in magnificent armor turned over and dismounted, knelt on one knee and said respectfully. "Our spies have reported that the Camarilla clan has set up an ambush ahead in order to intercept our family send-off party. So the elders gave the order, and our team marched slowly, waiting for the arrival of the combat troops to clear the way for the send-off procession. ”

This Marcus was the genius of the Bloodline who had secretly infiltrated the Inquisition that day, and he waved his hand after listening to the knight's report. Tell the other person to step back. Then Marcus pulled the reins, boasted of the black horse, neighed, and galloped away towards the splendid golden carriage.

After a short time, the black steed stopped outside the golden carriage, and then slowly paced with the golden carriage, Marcus bowed his head respectfully, and said to the carriage: "Grand Duke, I am afraid we are in trouble." ”

A white, dazzling arm lifted the curtain, and Marcus only felt his heart beat wildly, and then lowered his head even deeper.

It was pitch black inside the carriage. Even when the curtain was lifted, there was no figure in sight except for the flawless right hand. This right hand is slender and long, the slender jade fingers are like white jade mutton fat, and the scarlet nails are like dripping blood, which is particularly dazzling against the white skin.

"Why, Camarilla is still so disgusting." A touching female voice came from inside the carriage. The voice was like a dream, ethereal and seemed to sound between heaven and earth. Marcus couldn't help but lose his mind. A trace of confusion and infatuation flashed in the turquoise eyes, but the next moment. His body shook suddenly, and a thick bloody aura suddenly surged, enveloping his leaning body, and it was only at this point that Marcus's eyes regained their clarity.

"Our spies have ascertained the situation, and there are indeed people from the Camarilla clan who have set up an ambush not far ahead. In order to prevent this marriage. A cold sweat was already forming on Marcus' forehead, and he hurriedly explained.

"Our tribe, the Sabat and Camarilla, have been fighting for a long time, and the Giovanni clan, though weak, play a vital role in our struggle. Whichever side they fall towards, the odds of victory are much greater. Especially now that the new king has no intention of dealing with the disputes between the various clans, he has devoted all his energy to conquering the Black Rose Castle. This is a great time for us to expand. ”

The female voice in the carriage said slowly: "If it weren't for the fact that the matter had reached the most critical moment, how could I be committed to marrying." I just hope that the successor patriarch of the Giovanni family will not be too disappointing. ”

"Your contribution to our people is obvious to all, and once the marriage is successful. Your status in the clan will also surpass that of the other elders, and you will be the next Great Elder. Marcus said.

There was a burst of laughter from inside the carriage, and then the white arm was retracted, and the curtain once again blocked the darkness. Markus wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then rode to the front of the team on his black horse, and he said to the knights beside him: "Give the order, slow down the march, and wait for the arrival of the combat troops." ”

The knight was ordered to go down, and Marcus returned to the group, and at this time, the knight, who had been one behind him, suddenly rode two quick steps on the dark horse and paralleled Marcus.

"My lord, this marriage is very important, why is there no elder in the clan accompanying you, although your status is noble, but this is related to the cooperation and future between the two clans, this ......"

Marcus sneered: "There has always been discord within our clan, and it is a miracle that we can contribute to this. If it weren't for the great duke's hard work, how could the elders of those clans easily agree. You know, once the Grand Duchess becomes the mistress of the Giovanni clan, then her position in the entire Senate will surpass that of the other senators. Do you think they willing? ”

The accompanying knight couldn't help but nod, and then didn't say anything. Marcus looked into the depths of the dark forest, and then said with a serious expression: "No matter how much we fight above, we must do what we are told. And there must not be any mistakes, fortunately these patriarchs are not confused, and there is no means to use in this matter, we just need to follow the combat troops and act at the opportunity. Pass the order, let everyone cheer up the spirit, and there can be no mistakes. ”

"Yes!" The knight quickly passed on Marcus's order, and for a moment the entire knight team was in full formation, and a strong murderous aura filled the air.

The speed of the procession began to slow down, and the line of two people was now a row of five, with one in the middle holding a slender knight's sword in his hand, and four people on the left and right wings one position behind in turn, carrying gorgeous two-handed crossbow guns in their hands, and the sharp serrated crossbow arrows flashed with a terrifying cold light.

Marcus couldn't help but close his eyes on the horse's back, although he didn't move on the horse's back, wisps of scarlet blood began to spread from under the horse's hooves to all directions.

The golden carriage was now protected by a group of knights in the center, and the eight white horses raised their heads a little restlessly and let out a neighing sound.

After about an hour of this procession, a loud roar was heard from high in the air. Marcus finally opened his eyes and let out a long breath, and he looked up, and through the cracks in the dense forest, he could see a series of five ornate bloodship-style airships streak through the sky. At the same time, you can see that the hatch directly under the airship opens, and then the troop transport airships land straight, hovering suddenly when they are close to the dense forest, and then one after another figures jump down from the troop transport airship, and they are ready to go not far in front of Marcus in a short time.

A handsome-looking young bloodclan took off his helmet, slowly walked up to Marcus, nodded proudly, and then went straight past Marcus and went straight to the golden carriage to stand still. He bowed and said with a solemn expression, "The leader of the Stigmata Guard, Quincy, has been ordered to come and clear all obstacles. Please rest assured that we will not delay your trip. "This male blood clan has long blood-colored hair, which is supple and loose over his shoulders, a scarlet armor is light and ornate, and he carries two narrow thin swords behind his back, and the carved decoration of the hilt is quite exquisite, especially at the end of the hilt, each inlaid with two blood-red gems the size of a cat's eye, which looks quite extraordinary.

The white and charming right hand opened the curtain again, and the moving voice of the Grand Duchess in the dark carriage sounded: "Then there is Commander Lao Quincy, remember to leave one or two alive, I have something to ask." ”

Quincy said yes and walked toward his troops. When he walked in front of Marcus, he couldn't help but smile slightly, but his delicate and handsome face was a little evil: "Marcus, we met again, and I still remember that the last time we met was the blood-colored trial of the younger generation in the clan. The battle of that day is still vivid, and after I lost to you in one move, I was transferred to the Stigmata Guard, and I have been thinking about learning a few tricks with my brother all these years. I don't know if there is such an opportunity. ”

Marcus smiled slightly, his turquoise pupils flashed with fine light, he looked at Quincy condescendingly, and then said: "As long as you have a heart, brother, I am naturally willing to accompany you, but the current situation is a major matter of my clan, so it's better not to delay!" ”

"That's natural, then after this operation, I will definitely pay a visit." Quincy smiled slightly, and led his men to the depths of the dense forest.

Marcus couldn't help but sigh as he watched the troop leave. The knight behind him asked cautiously, "My lord, Commander Quincy has been fighting outside the country all these years, and I heard that his strength has improved rapidly. There was once a personal comment from the Great Monarch of my blood clan, and it is expected to impact the realm of the Grand Duke within a thousand years. ”

"It's a pity that he has been haunted by the events of that year, and it is inevitable to come to this battle." Marcus couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, and then said to the herald knight behind him, "Pass my order, the whole army will rest in place, and wait for the outcome of the battle ahead." ”

"Yes!" (To be continued......)