Dragon Crest!

That totem is the most formidable of the vampire clans, fierce, brutal, and power-worshipping. Vlad II Dracuri, known as the "Dragon Duke", resounded throughout Europa, and under the rule of this Grand Duke of the Dragon, the Dragon Clan itself was like a wild dragon!

Those who are qualified to wear this kind of ring must be a few people who surround the very center of the power vortex!

"My name is Vlad Cepesi, King of Romania, and Son of the Dragon. Vlad said his name with a blank face, as if the stormy name had little to do with him, "Meet me." ”

"Torville Bryandef, Viscount of Bordeaux, with the highest respect to you, Vlad III, and may the light of the moon shine on you forever. Towell knelt down on one knee and put his right hand on his chest. He had to do it, not only because of his status and Livien, but also because of Vlad III's terrible murderous name.

"Vlad III the Piercing Duke", a demon who can give people nightmares, such a name is not even matched by the Black Prince Edward.

"You're a smart guy, and I like smart guys. Vlad's tone softened, and he removed the sword from Livien's neck and put his backhand back into the scabbard at her waist, "Get up, Viscount, I have received your sincerity." And you, woman, go back to him and don't always try to do things that put yourself in danger. ”

"Thank you for your generosity. Thornville rose from the ground, and then shielded Livienne behind him. Although Vlad III has put away his murderous energy, it is always good to be careful with the bloodline of dragons.

"You don't have to be so nervous, I have no ill will towards you. Vlad said lightly, "Speaking of which, I also participated in your coronation ceremony, I really miss it, after so many years, time is really unreliable." ”

"Oh yes, that's true. Listening to Vlad's words, Toddll suddenly remembered that night many years ago, when he seemed to see the figure of Vlad III in a dark corner, indifferently looking at the men and women dancing on the dance floor......

It turned out that they had already crossed paths at that time.

"So what did you come to Bordeaux for, and now that the plague is raging, it doesn't seem like a good time to travel......"

"Every word you say is wrong, Viscount. Vlad nodded, "The black plague fills the land with wolf smoke, people die in agony every day, and the living tremble in fear, but what does it have to do with me? ”

As the Viscount of Bordeaux, Tovel knew of course the most famous specialties in his territory, but for the Bloods, it was only used as a bargaining chip for trade, and they had been fixed from birth to feed only on blood......

"I'm here because of it. Vlad pointed behind Livien, and the werewolf who was pinned to the ground still roared angrily, an uncontrollable madness that only a mongrel of mongrels would have.

"Just for a bastard?" said Thorville incredulously. This statement is so weird, it seems that the king's private visit is just to see the mentally handicapped who is making trouble in your house, and this mentally handicapped is extremely ugly.

"I thought I had found it, but it was just a trick, or a decoy. But even so, it's a little closer to my purpose. Vlad said something that Towell and Livien couldn't understand, his silver-gray eyebrows furrowed together, "Well, if you encounter a one-eyed, finger-broken werewolf in the future, remember to inform me, and I should go back too." ”

"No problem, my lord. Thorville saluted Livien, "By the way, what is going to happen to this bastard?"

"Kill it. Vlad's eyes flashed red, and then suddenly turned into countless silver bats and flew away.

"Your Excellency," Livien began, but was interrupted by Trotwell'......s outstretch.

"I know what you're asking, but I don't know the answer. With that, Torwell walked up to the werewolf and plucked the light of Rome from its back, "Your existence is an insult to our race, die!"

Even an ordinary broadsword was a killing weapon in Tovel's hands, not to mention the extremely sharp light of Rome. In a flash of cold light, the werewolf's thick head had been cut off and rolled off, and Thornville plunged his sword into the werewolf's heart, and then stirred it a few times...... The head is separated from the body, and the heart is shattered, which is a death that even werewolves cannot resist.

With the death of the werewolf, the wolf's physique began to shrink rapidly. When the hair was completely gone, the rough wheat-colored skin and thin body of the teenager were revealed, and it was hard to imagine that the body of such a tall monster was actually such a child.

Not only the body, but also the head. The hideous face of the original half-human and half-wolf was restored to the face of a young man, although it was not good-looking, but he looked like a human being......

"The werewolf Vlad III is looking for is one-eyed, and this bastard is also one-eyed, so it can only mean one thing. Thorville put the Roman Light back into his scabbard: "That one-eyed bastard created this madman and used it to divert our attention so that he would have a chance to escape Vlad's pursuit......"

"What a smart bastard. Livian said solemnly.

"Really? I think he's stupid. Not only did he provoke Vlad, but he also violated my territory, and even dared to trample on the Blood Pact, and he couldn't do it without paying the price......"

The sound of galloping horses' hooves came from far and near in the forest, and several knights in light armor rushed over.

"My lord, may I ask what is going on here?" the knight asked respectfully, dismounting and approaching Towell.

"It's nothing, just a bastard. You arrived just in time, burn his body, and then tell the others to assemble at the castle. Thorville said, pointing to the corpse on the ground.

"Do you need to notify anyone who has infiltrated the Plague Doctor?"

"No, let them continue with their mission, just gather the rest of the people. With that, Thornville patted the knight on the shoulder, "I'll leave it to you, I'll go back first." ”

"Greetings, sir. The knight said with some flattery.

The silver swarm of bats flew extremely fast, and as they approached the town, they made a sharp turn and flew behind a large tree, and after a few seconds, Vlad's tall figure flashed out from behind the tree and strode into the town.

He went to an inn and went straight to the best room, the best room to say, and only kept clean and tidy while the plague was raging. He wasn't too concerned about that, as the room was just a place for him to rest, though he wasn't tired right now.

On the Turkish carpet of the room is a wooden box containing an entire case of Bordeaux wine. Vlad pulled a bottle out of it, then lay down on the bed and pulled out the cork and drank it.

The westerly sun shone through the window on the bottle in his hand, and the shadow of red wine swayed on him...... Vlad just drank his wine as he watched the sun sink into the horizon, his bright red eyes shining in the darker and deeper night.

He's a monster of monsters.

The sunlight that was deadly to the vampire only warmed him, the poisonous silver of the Bloods was no different from ordinary metal in front of him, the human wine and food, which he could still eat for the Bloods that could not be swallowed, and sometimes he wondered what he was.

The society of the blood clan is a society of blood, in which the pure-bloods have supreme power. He was the first in line to the Dragon Clan, but his pure-blood brothers were more important than him to his father, Dracuri.

Vlad Cepesi, a man who could not have been born, is a hybrid of a human and a vampire prince!

The fertility rate of the bloodline is extremely low, and it often takes a hundred years to produce one offspring, so in order to expand their strength, the blood-sucking nobles will often make the first embrace of the chosen human with the consent of the elders. The nobles called this a gift of blood, but those who received it did not necessarily think so......

The bloodline that was born at the beginning of the embrace is not as strong as the pure-blood, but it is still much stronger than the human race. In order to highlight their noble status, purebloods have given these people a title that complements each other: mongrels.

Those with high talent in the mongrels will be chosen by the nobles as squires, while those who are not favored will become blood slaves at the bottom of the blood society. Becoming blood slaves is not the most miserable, those mongrels who are abandoned by the creator are the most despicable beings in the blood society, they are ostracized by everyone, and there are even special personnel to hunt them, because of the thirst for blood, the human bloodhunting organization will also chase them relentlessly......

Vlad is also a hybrid, a one-of-a-kind mongrel. The hybrid of humans and bloodlines, which has never been seen before in the history of bloodlines, will have incredible consequences, even the Council of Elders cannot predict.

"It's ridiculous that a monster sucking human blood claims to be a nobleman. After taking the last sip of the bottle, Vlad threw the bottle on the carpet and muttered that he had not told anyone about his special constitution except his mother, and that in Delacuri's opinion, he was nothing more than a gifted bastard......

Holy City, Vatican.

The majestic Papal Palace sits atop a square in the heart of the city, with 130 elaborately carved pillars supporting the main part of the hall, and gargoyles on the Romanesque eaves set their wings and watch the square around, guarding the building like loyal guardians on countless stormy nights.

It was the center of Europa's theocracy and kingship.

Every succeeding king, big or small, is crowned in a magnificent hall. Each crowned king would kneel before the statue of Jehovah with the hand of the princess, and the pope, with the scepter in his hand, would come out to baptize them.

After completing a series of intricate and solemn ceremonies, the Pope would put the scepter aside, and then place the already prepared crown on the heads of the king and princess with both hands. The scepter of the cross is tapped three times on his right shoulder to mark the completion of the coronation ceremony, and the divine right of kings has been like this since ancient times.

The power on the ground has become so great, but what about the power below the ground?