After many hardships and dangers, a little sunlight finally broke through the dark clouds and mist in the sky full of spatial cracks, penetrated the dense canopy and foliage, and left patches of golden light in the dark and cold mountains.

With a click, a stout right foot in a knight's boot stepped on a golden spot, stomping the pile of rotting leaves into a hollow and breaking a dead branch hidden within.

The werewolf Nasdell, who was following behind, thought in a little surprise, "How could His Excellency not be able to control the strength of his own foothold, could it be that he is thinking about something important?"

Walking in front was the werewolf prince Dubernal, who had short silver-gray hair, was sturdy and capable, and his face was full of flying and domineering, and at first glance he was an epic knight who was good at hand-to-hand combat.

Du Bernal was wearing a strange black armor, which was neither bulky like the full-body armor, nor did it have small pieces of armor, it seemed to be a "leather armor" made of the material and craftsmanship of the full-body armor, and he played with the lazurite, Hailan and Sun stones in his hands, and said in an unfathomable tone: "Nasdel, are you surprised?"

"Your Excellency, how do you know what is going on?" Nasdel blurted out in astonishment, how could Your Excellency the Prince guess what was in his heart without using his extraordinary strength?

Dubernal narrowed his eyes and looked at the pillar of light that came in through the dense foliage, it was so brilliant and clear that it seemed to be able to see countless dust flying inside.

"I know you must be surprised that I don't go directly to the 'Flame Stone Valley' through the 'Otherworldly Gate', but walk slowly through the forest. Dubernar said in the tone of a "wise man".

The Valley of Flamestone is home to the headquarters of the Dark Council.

Belch. I'm just surprised how you can't control your footing force, etc., I don't wonder why His Excellency the Prince would choose to walk, it will take several hours to reach the "Flame Stone Valley"! Hey, compared to the wisdom of His Excellency the Prince, which is as wide and deep as the sea, I am so far away that I haven't even noticed this most obvious anomaly, and I have to take the initiative to guide me!

Nasdel, who had always prided himself on being wise, was stunned for a moment, and then understood the "good intentions" of His Excellency the Prince, and was half ashamed of himself. Half moved inexplicably. Heartfelt admiration for His Excellency the Prince: "Yes, Your Excellency, I am indeed surprised. ”

Ha Luha, Du Bernal laughed silently. Your mind is so easy to guess. As the most cunning and wise prince of the werewolf clan. After a casual reasoning, he realized: "This meeting was jointly proposed by Danissos and Dracula, hoping to integrate the parliament into a whole with unimpeded commands, and no longer be the same as before. There is no binding force on all parties, the Mind Snatcher has the goal of the Mind Snatcher, and the Eye Demon has the idea of the Eye Demon, and the infighting begins without paying attention. ”

"This is a good thing on the whole, but not necessarily for us werewolves, because only me and Saunette of our clan have reached the legendary level, which is a long way from the seven primeval dragons of the dragon clan and the four primordial generations of the vampire clan, and besides, Sanett and I have been stagnant at the third rank of legends for a long time, without the peak level of Danisus and Dracula, if we are integrated, we may become the 'slaves' of the damned vampires. ”

Listening to His Excellency the Prince's eloquent talk, clearly analyzing the future and situation of the werewolf clan, Nasdel is eyes lit up, his heart was both shocked and worried, and his admiration was abnormal, Prince Sauter and other His Excellency always laughed at their own prince's head full of muscles, bloodthirsty and brutal, and he couldn't think at all, but listen to these words, can they say it?

There are several princes in the werewolf clan, but only two have reached the legendary level.

Du Bernal's expression became solemn: "So I chose to walk to give myself a time to think, to think about how we werewolves can get out of this predicament and get enough benefits from this matter......"

Looking at the tall back of His Excellency the Prince, Nasdel felt that his nose and eyes were sour, it was too touching, he couldn't control his emotions with a strong werewolf, His Excellency was really the conscience and hope of our werewolf clan, and he was our savior.

"Your Excellency, have you thought of a way?" asked Nasdell, with a slight eagerness.

“...... It's a complex and difficult problem, not so easy to solve......" Dubernal's tone became heavy, and suddenly, his nose twitched, and he said solemnly: "I smell something unfamiliar. ”

A strange smell, a stranger who was able to reach the depths of the dark mountain range safely?Nasdell felt that the wolf hair on his body was standing on end, but when he saw the majestic back of His Excellency the Prince, he was relieved.

Du Bernal suddenly turned his head, and his figure swooped forward, and a huge wind blew up, directly blowing off the towering trees, revealing the rippling lake in the distance.

And at the edge of the lake, where the wind blows, "time and space" swaying like water, a figure slowly stands out, he is wearing a black double-breasted gown, a top hat of the same color, and holding an intricate silver pocket watch in his right hand, as if it were Lucian.

Lucien was not surprised or panicked, but nodded slightly, the legendary level werewolf's keen sense of changes in the surrounding environment was indeed extraordinary, even more exaggerated than recorded in the parliamentary books.

Roar!

Dubernal's short silver-gray hair stood on end, his mouth was open, sharp wolf teeth sprouted, and his golden eyes were stained with a layer of silver.

His body was half-bent, like a longbow full of strength, and dozens or hundreds of black shadows were wrapped around his body.

His eyes lit up suddenly, and the silver white suddenly disappeared.

But in the dark forest, a cold cold moon rose and hung in the treetops!

Under the bright moon, hundreds of black shadows scattered and pounced on Lucien from all directions, some like real shadows, swimming against the ground, some like black crows, flying down from the air, and some like real werewolves, waving their claws.

After the dark shadow dispersed, Du Bernal lost his trace, and it seemed that every dark shadow could become him!

"Luxurious Crack!" Lucien pointed his hand and the incantation sounded.

Crackling, black shadows shattered without resistance, blending into the darkness that the moonlight could not shine on.

Suddenly, the shadow at Lucian's feet suddenly came to life, turning into a burly and abnormal werewolf, and his claws grabbed Lucian's body with a faint silver light!

The dark shadow before Du Bernal was all cover-up, and this was his fatal blow!

Click, when he saw the beautiful and mysterious pocket watch, he heard a crisp sound, and then he couldn't see anything, as if he was locked up in another world.

With a snap, something seemed to be shattered on Du Bernal's body, and bursts of silver glow bloomed, reflecting the cold moon.

As a result, the gray and white around him became vivid, and all kinds of colors returned, but Du Bernal's vision was no longer the figure just now, only the ethereal sound of "heart explosion" in his ears.

Rumble!

Dubernal felt as if he had been placed an alchemical bomb in his mind, the loud roar that made him dizzy and unable to balance any longer, and at the same time, his mind became dull and his soul fluttered uncontrollably.

As an epic knight, his instincts make him lie on the ground regardless of his image, and quickly roll and jump in the shadows, dodging the follow-up attacks.

"Huh. A soft laugh came from the nearby forest, "Dubernal, I can't imagine that you have such a mess, if it weren't for Mr. Evans not having the idea of killing you, you wouldn't be so complete now, whether it's the 'Forgiveness of the Ice Goddess' or the antimatter spell that hurt the 'Lord of Hell', it is not something you can resist." ”

As he spoke, a pitch-black kitten with snow-white paws emerged from the forest, lying lazily on the ground, playing with its belly, while behind it, a sickly-looking girl floated in the air, her features delicate and delicate, wearing a robe in the style of an ancient magic empire, covered with intricate and mysterious patterns.

Like a kitten, the girl had deep green eyes, and her long, honey-colored hair was slightly curled up and draped over her back.

Although she tried to hide her aura, Lucien, who had risen to the pinnacle of legend, was keenly aware that she was a vampire, a vampire with a legendary rank, but she did not match all the vampire princes she knew, and she did not have the strange feeling of the first bloodline.

After teasing Du Bernal, she turned her eyes to Lucien, who was not far away: "Mr. Evans, I am Fettia, a subordinate of Prince Dracula, he sensed your battle and sent me to ask, what do you want to do when you came to Flamestone Valley inexplicably?"

Although she admits that she is Dracula's subordinate, there is no due respect in her tone, and it is as if she is talking about an ordinary friend.

"Can't I come to the Valley of the Flamestones?" Lucien asked with a smile, "I heard that Mr. Rhine is currently nearby?"

It's a familiar name......

"Earl Silvereye's whereabouts have always been a mystery, but I think he'll definitely come to the next meeting. Fettia did not follow the signs of Dracula's orders at all, but told Lucien about the Rhine with a smile.

Hum!

A cold snort sounded, and a thick darkness filled the forest, and the pressure of the legendary peak caused the dark creatures to crawl to the ground.

Lucian's expression remained unchanged, and when he took a step forward, the time and space around him suddenly changed, and stars of different colors rose from the darkness, and the one in the center of them emitted a strong burning heat and light, illuminating the darkness like the sun.

In silence, the darkness faded, the stars disappeared, and everything returned to its original state, and the two legendary peaks initially tested each other with the help of breath sensing.

Mr. Evans, who has just entered the peak of the legend, is no worse than Prince Dracula...... Fettia put away the smile on her face. (To be continued......)

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