The more people are bitten, and the fewer and fewer normal people are.

Zhang Yao stood motionless in the crowd of soldiers, watching the last normal person fall to the ground by the mutated vampire.

There were people wailing and people praying throughout the scene. But no matter what these people do, Zhang Yao is indifferent, just like he said, if you do something wrong, you will pay the price, and there is never the word forgiveness in his dictionary.

"Your Majesty, the 114,326 people in the Dwarven Castle, except for those with blood on their hands, have all been transformed into vampire legions!" With an excited smile on his face, Dracula landed beside Zhang Yao and said.

"Well done, I've been looking forward to your vampire army for a long time." Zhang Yao nodded with great satisfaction, and said again: "From today onwards, this dwarf fort will be renamed the vampire castle, and within three hundred miles of the territory, all of them will be your fiefdom!" But you'll have to show me these vampires, it's okay to suck blood, but it's okay to not prioritize! ”

Zhang Yao's tone of voice was neither hurried nor slow, but the solemn look in his eyes made Dracula's heart tighten.

The 100,000-strong vampire army is destined to flood if it is not controlled. Zhang Yao didn't want to be unable to see even a normal person at that time, these ghosts were rampant in the world.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, these people don't eat much, and sucking blood once a month is enough to sustain consumption. And this blood is not limited to humans, animal blood is also okay! Dracula understood Zhang Yao's words, and hurriedly patted his chest to reassure.

For these newborn vampires, Dracula is their ancestor. Dracula's orders are like the Divine Decree among these bloodlines, and under the double security of rank and first possession, there is no possibility of resisting the order.

Vampires feed on blood and have a strict hierarchy within the group. These newborn vampires can't even survive in the sun, as long as ordinary people master the trick of killing vampires, these newborn vampires are even worse than ordinary people. Because in the case of junior vampires, there are just too many restrictions.

Zhang Yao didn't say anything under Dracula's assurance, he didn't care about the goblin clan and guns, and a newborn blood clan wouldn't take it seriously.

Zhang Yao looked at a famous vampire who walked up to Dracula with a docile cat-like attitude, and said softly: "I heard that someone incited you to rebel, who is that person?" ”

"I know! That's"

"It's an old man, I saw it!"

"The old man still has a hat and a long cane in his hand!"

"White clothes! The old man is dressed in white and looks very powerful! ”

Under Zhang Yao's question, these vampires scrambled to speak. After these people turned into vampires, their original memories and wisdom did not weaken, and they knew that their king Dracula was Zhang Yao's own brother, so Zhang Yao was also rising in the eyes of these vampires, and there was no longer the shouting and killing before the transformation.

"An old man with a hat and a cane!" Zhang Yao touched his chin, he was impressed by this image, because this is how Gandalf always dressed.

Of course, at this moment, Gandalf is still confronting Yan Junping's army in Idoras, and he will definitely not come over to incite people. So since it is not Gandalf, then this person who is dressed in the same way as Gandalf can only be Saruman in Isengard.

Saruman's preferences are close to Gandalf's, and he also likes to run around in white. However, Gandalf runs around to make friends, while Saruman always runs around with a purpose, at least this inciting others to rebel is not something that Gandalf's good old man can do.

"It's really interesting that Saruman didn't command the army to exterminate the Eight Tribes of the Prairie at Isengard, but came to me to fan the flames!" Zhang Yao couldn't figure out what Saruman was doing for a while, but after figuring out that this person was Saruman, Zhang Yao was not in a hurry.

Zhang Yao's Rising Sun Empire has never had any dealings with Modo, and belongs to a neutral camp that does not help each other. Now that the Lord of the Rings has appeared, the Nine Rings have always followed the Lord of the Rings like ass. And Modo's army was pinned down in Gondor, and Isengard's army was firmly blocked by the Eight Tribes of the Steppe. In this situation, Zhang Yao's neutrality has long become important. As long as the brains of both sides are not burned out, it is impossible to provoke Zhang Yao at this time.

"I guess I'm passing by!" Zhang Yao thought that Saruman might be going to Modo, but when he passed by the Dwarf Castle, he stretched out his hand and instigated the residents of the city.

Zhang Yao thought about it and felt that only this truth was the most tenable, otherwise as long as Saruman was not crazy, it would be impossible to touch his ass at this critical juncture.

Zhang Yao shook his head angrily, and then stopped thinking about Saruman, the grasshopper after the autumn.

A storm of resistance that swept through the city slowly subsided due to Dracula's strong move.

Zhang Yao asked Jiang Yan to take the rest of the city guards and rush to the other three satellite cities.

These men left with a mission, which was to tell the people of the other three cities what had happened in the dwarven fort as it was. Let the monkeys in the three satellite cities know how the chickens in the dwarf fort were killed.

wanted to rebel, Zhang Yao said that he raised his hand to welcome it, and it can even be said that he did not refuse to come.

But after the rebellion, things were not so simple, Zhang Yao felt that he was a kind-hearted person, and he didn't want to see others sad. So after thinking about it, he really came up with a way not to be sad, that is, one person rebelled against the ten clans, and the old and young in the ten clans were not left.

What are the ten tribes, and the nine tribes add friends and neighbors to form the tenth tribe together.

In Zhang Yao's mind, if there are still people who are sad after the Nine Clans are punished, then it must be these people's friends and neighbors. Zhang Yao didn't want anyone to be sad, and in the future, if he killed someone, he would kill the Ten Clans, and cut off the heads of all those who might be sad.

"I'm so wise!" In the study, Zhang Yao looked at the documents he had written down and happily stamped the big seal.

At the same time, Zhang Yao began to strengthen the rule of law throughout the country, and everything such as beheading, thin skin, and Ling Chi was written into the death penalty. As long as you dare to defy the law, then there is a way to cure you.

Zhang Yao blew the ink on the paper, looked at the eighteen kinds of torture written on a piece of paper, and couldn't help but sigh at the breadth and profundity of Chinese culture.

In the whole room, only Hermione, who is the same as Zhang Yao and Little Tail, is there, and Dracula has gone to put his vampire army in order. Hermione looked at Zhang Yao's elated appearance and was a little puzzled, and stepped forward to see what Zhang Yao wrote.

Zhang Yao was worried that no one would share the good deeds, so he immediately handed the punishment list he had written to Hermione, and showed a proud look on his face.

"Well, just rush the punishment on this piece of paper, and the country's crime rate will have to be reduced by 30 percent!"

Zhang Yao smiled at Hermione with satisfaction, Hermione, a little Lori, usually doesn't talk much, and it's not annoying to hold the book quietly at all. Coupled with Hermione's cute face that is delicate enough to make a normal person turn into Lolicon, Zhang Yao also has a feeling of an old man talking about juvenile madness in a trance, and can't help but tease Hermione like a kitten.

"What are you writing about?" Hermione, who had not comprehended the breadth and profundity of Chinese culture, did not understand many of the punishments that Zhang Yao had written.

Hermione held the torture list written by Zhang Yao in one hand, moved her little hand lightly on it, and asked intently, "I know if I cut it down, but what is this riding a wooden donkey!" Is it also a punishment to punish others for riding around on wooden donkeys? ”

"Poof!" Zhang Yao, who was drinking tea, squirted out a sip of tea with Hermione's words.

There are no less than 100 kinds of punishments written on the entire list, and Hermione can see this wooden donkey, which makes Zhang Yao feel like a zombie.

Zhang Yao hurriedly wiped the tea sprayed on the table, and didn't know how to explain it, so he could only reply hesitantly: "Yes, you are right." It's just running around on a wooden donkey, exhausting them to death! ”

"Oh! So that's it! Hermione looked understood, and nodded her head, her slender eyebrows raised slightly.

Zhang Yao looked at Hermione motionlessly, although he was old enough to be Hermione's father. But looking at the little Lori in front of him, discussing with himself with such a loving thing as a wooden donkey, Zhang Yao couldn't help but reach over with a pair of big hands, wanting to touch Hermione's head like ravaging a puppy.

"What are you going to do!" As soon as Zhang Yao's hand was stretched out, Hermione suddenly provoked it like a fuss, and slapped Zhang Yao's outstretched hand away without mercy.

Zhang Yaogang wanted to say that he wanted to touch Hermione's head, but saw Hermione blushing and clasping her hands on her chest.

"Faint King! Perverted! Hermione clasped her hands to her chest, and without giving Zhang Yao a chance to explain, she ran away.

Zhang Yao looked at his right hand innocently, he was very sure that he didn't have any evil thoughts, but looking at Hermione who ran away, Zhang Yao felt that no matter what he explained, he could only become three hundred taels of silver here.

"Sin, sin!" Zhang Yao shook his hand, turned his head and looked out the window with a wry smile.

Outside the window, the moonlight was thick, and a white figure was staring at himself with wide eyes.

The man in white seemed to be choosing someone to devour, Zhang Yao looked around with his eyebrows fixed, and found that the owner of this gaze was not Saruman, who else could it be.