Both of them were very tired, and the speed of movement was not fast, the area was very desolate, and there was no trace of even the beast, otherwise they would have replenished their blood.

"It's unbelievable that that Rongaite would come to my rescue, considering that I haven't had much contact with him since the coronation. As he walked, Towell spoke, the night was too cold for him to suppress his hunger and thirst without saying anything.

"Anyway, he is also an elected viscount, as long as he is not an idiot, he knows that he can only cooperate with us at this time. Livian said lightly, "In the face of Edward, the Black Prince, neither we nor Roncaita can deal with it alone, and even if we join forces, we are not his opponents." ”

Livian sighed, she was telling the truth, it would be difficult for them to gain an advantage in the face of an absolute number of differences.

"Ask for help from the clan, that's all. "I can't let that bastard ruin everything I run in France, even if not for myself," said Towell. ”

The sound of anger diffused faintly in the evening breeze, mingling with the shaking of the leaves. Tovel's eyes were bloodshot, angry like a wounded lion.

Livien didn't speak, gently stroking his back.

The subtle sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from a distance, becoming clearer and clearer as time passed. Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, Toddll instantly pulled out the Roman Light and held it in his hand, then protected Livien behind him.

"Don't be nervous, it's supposed to be a team. "There were so many hooves that even the ground rumbled when they gathered together, and there were not many cavalry in the camp of Edward the Black Prince, thinking of this, Livian patted her husband's arm and said.

Sure enough, the red flag tore through the cover of the night, and the silver snake crest on the flag was clearly visible even in the dark night. The knight in full armor took the lead, and did not stop until he rode beside the two.

"Long time no see, stupid dog. Racaita's cold voice came from the visor, and he looked at the weak two on his horse condescendingly, and the two red lights in the gaps in the eyes of the visor were cold and hideous.

"If I hadn't owed you a favor before, I would have taught you a good lesson just by your presumptuous tone. Although his body was weak, Thornville still exuded a cold momentum, "But thank you, bastard." ”

"Hmph. With a faint cold snort, he ripped off the helmet on his head, and his long black hair hung down from his shoulders, covering one side of his eyes. He was a little thin, with a high nose, and although he wore thick armor, he still didn't look as strong as Towell.

"When the Black Prince Edward is resolved, I will settle the account with you. After saying that, he shouted to the men and horses behind him: "Give me a war horse, their speed of progress will only slow us down." ”

The horse was quickly led, and Ronette motioned to his soldiers to hand the reins to Tovel: "Don't think I'm doing this for you, I just don't want Edward the Black Prince to sabotage my plans, at least at this stage, the power of your werewolves is indispensable." ”

"Don't worry, I don't mean to refuse, at least until I complete my revenge, I will get along with you. With that, Toville turned on his horse, and Livien rode ahead of him, and with the aid of his horse, the speed of his advance suddenly increased considerably.

Under Tovel's control, the horses spread their hooves and began to run, and even if they were two people riding together, they were not much slower than that of Gaugaute. Since the war horses have been well rested during the day, they are still quite energetic now, otherwise even a well-bred horse would not be able to bear it under this kind of high-intensity march.

The night passed quickly in the gallop of war horses, and when the sky showed a hint of whiteness, Thornville finally came to his castle.

"Open the gate and let us in!" without any nonsense, Thorville shouted directly to the guard on the diagonal tower. He had to let the Roncaites in before the sun rose, or they would be fatally injured if exposed to the sun.

The gates were soon opened, and under the leadership of Tovel, Rocaita and his men rushed straight into the depths of Wolf's Castle. It was only after all of them had slipped into the shadows of the castle that the sunlight slowly covered the ground.

"What a nasty experience, I don't want to do it again. Standing in the shadows high above the castle, Ronette said in disgust as she looked at the glimmering sunlight on the ground. His men were placed in other rooms in the castle by Tovel, and since Wolf Castle was designed for werewolves, the shadows that were hidden from the sun were incoherent, and it was best to stay in the room to avoid accidents.

As for Rocaita himself, his location was in the very center of the castle, and although the sun was shining through the windows, he would not be harmed if he was careful.

"Cherish it, it's hard to have such an experience again. Tóvel walked over while drinking the blood from the cup, handed the other one to Ralcait, and said slowly.

"Did anyone ever tell you that it was rude to eavesdrop on someone's words?" said Rucaita with a sneer, shaking the cup in his hand, "It's funny to think about the last time I tasted blood with you was at the coronation ceremony." ”

"At times like these, I unexpectedly want to agree with you, cheers. As he spoke, Towell raised his glass, just as he had done at the coronation.

"It's not for the eternal night. Rongaite touched him lightly and grinned.

With the blood entering his body, Towell's face looked much better, and it could be seen that his consumption in that battle was very huge, and he could still run three hundred kilometers after that level of damage, this kind of physique was unimaginable.

"What a terrible ability to recover. Rugaite said lightly, although he was also a viscount of the blood clan, his physical fitness was much worse than that of Towell. He is better at the use of skills, and in terms of martial arts, he is confident that he is the best of the younger generation in the clan, and it is precisely because of this that he dares to challenge the Grand Duke of the Dragon, although the results are not very good......

"If I were you, I would feel very fortunate now, after all, the stronger the ally, the more calm it will be when facing the future battlefield......"

The two of them chatted in the room, and the atmosphere was not friendly, but it was still much better than when they first met. While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Come in. ”

As soon as Tovel's words ended, Lancelot, dressed in black heavy armor, pushed open the door and walked in. His face was a little unusual, and he looked as if he had something to say.

"Is there anything wrong, Lancelot?" asked Thornville with a frown, Lancelot's behavior was a little rude, and it wouldn't matter if it was usual, but now that Lancelot was still in the room, he was inevitably a little displeased.

"Yes, sir. After bowing respectfully, Lancelot said, "An adult has been waiting for you for a long time, would you like to meet now?"

"Which lord will come to visit me, is it from the clan?" asked Towel, puzzled.

"Long time no see, Viscount Thornville, I don't know if you remember me. An indifferent voice came from behind Lancelot, and although it was not loud, the sense of déjà vu made Tovel's pupils shrink instantly. The silver-haired man in the black cloak slowly stepped out from behind Lancelot, and with each step, the atmosphere in the room became solemn, and when his figure was fully revealed, even Ronette couldn't help but frown.

"Lord Vlad III!" Torville said in surprise, he didn't know why Vlad III was here, but it didn't seem to be hostile, "why are you here?"

Before Vlad III could reply, a shrill whistling sound suddenly came from the room, the result of the friction of his fist against the air, and he rushed towards Vlad III fiercely, and pointed his right fist at Vlad III's unsuspecting throat.

"Your friend doesn't seem to like me very much. Although Rocaet's fist was fast, Vlad III dodged and flicked his finger on Rocaet's wrist, which suddenly lost his balance and smashed directly into the wall behind him.

With a loud roar, a large hole was made in the wall by the force of the fist, and finger-thick cracks spread from the wall, and the entire wall suddenly became fragmented.

Both Trotll and Lancelot were a little dazed by what they saw, and just as they were stunned, Rongaite relaunched his attack, his ferocious jabs swinging at Vlad III from all angles, each blow carrying an incomparably fierce killing intent.

"I don't know who you are, but your behavior is too presumptuous!" Vlad III said coldly, frowning, and at the same time struck out his fist, and the way he did it was simple, pure hard-hitting, and the violent fist wind swept through the room, bringing up a large canopy of dust......

The bones of his hands have been severely deformed, and even broken bone stubble has pierced out of the back of his hand, although the wound will recover quickly under the strong self-healing ability, but it is still shocking to watch.

Even so, Rongaite tried to rush over, but Toville, who came to his senses, immediately stopped him: "Are you crazy!

"Don't you know that this guy is the son of Delacuri, he's an enemy of the secret party!" roared Rongaite, her red blood pupils menacing.

The secret party and the dragon bus evil are no longer a secret among the blood clan, and for Rongait, the people of the dragon clan are the existence he hates the most. The image of Draculi easily knocking him down is still clearly imprinted in Roncaith's mind, so as soon as he heard the name of Vlad III, he rushed uncontrollably.