"Instead of complaining, think about how to defeat me, except in the arena, all your attacks are considered trespassing. Thorville landed on the edge of the battle table with a backflip, letting the moonlight shine on his back, "Let out all your daily grievances!"

"We don't complain about you on a daily basis. The other man rushed up with an iron rod and said, his tone full of respect, but his hand showed no mercy. It's not that he doesn't want to show mercy, it's that he doesn't have that ability.

"If you want to be dissatisfied, you can only be beaten unilaterally on stage!" Yasuo said with a heavy swing of the bat, gasping.

Towell threw away the iron rod in his hand: "In that case, let's play in a different way, liberate your flesh, but don't let go into madness, can you do it?"

"No problem, my lord. As he spoke, the four of them smiled and threw away the iron rod in their hands. After wolfing, this thing is a hindrance.

A red color of blood emerged from the pupils, smearing the entire pupil. With the sound of crunching bones, the figures of the four gradually became taller, and their bare muscles were fuller at the same time, and they looked full of explosive power.

As their bodies changed, their noses and mouths began to protrude, their ears stretched diagonally upward, and their entire heads resembled a wolf's head!

When the black hair covered the whole body, the change finally stopped, and the four people at this moment were simply four fierce beasts, spitting out fiery breath.

"My lord, be careful!" the tone of the wolf after the transformation was simply a roar, with endless battle intent.

"Come on. Thorville whispered, turning into a wolf, his body bigger than the four, and the golden hair on his head fluttered like flames.

The five giant beasts collided together, and the surging battle intent almost overturned the fighting platform......

Late at night, Tovel's burly body immersed himself in the warm waters of the Roman baths, enjoying the rare comfort of a strenuous workout. The warm water of the pool lifted his body and swept away sweat and exhaustion.

The sound of a soft foray into the water sounded from behind him, and Towell didn't move, still floating in the water with his arms outstretched, never even opening his eyes.

A pair of slender and slender arms wrapped around his body from behind, the warm delicate body gradually fit his back, and a faint fragrance came from behind him, making him open his eyes.

"What a fragrant smell. Towell said softly, leaning back slowly, bringing the two of them closer together.

"If you like it, it's fine. Livien rested her head on Thorville's shoulder, and poured the pool of water on his body with her hand.

"You are my wife, why do you have to call me that? Todd took the delicate and soft hand and put it to his chest, and said helplessly. They had been married a long time ago, but Livien had always called him an adult, and no matter how much he tried to persuade him, it was useless.

"Secret. Livian smiled mysteriously and said, "Women will always have a little secret of their own, even if they are closest to them, I hope adults can understand." ”

"Of course I respect your secrets, but ......," he said, as Trotwell turned, his strong arms clasping the delicate body in front of him with only tulle in his arms, "no matter what, remember to stand behind me, so that I can protect you." ”

"As a warrior, I don't need your protection. Livien pouted. She's not angry, werewolves are natural warriors both male and female, and even if she doesn't become a wolf, her combat power can be ranked in the top ten in Wolf Castle. Although it is not comparable to Towell, who is ranked first, there is no problem in self-protection under normal circumstances.

Tovel was so worried, mainly because the shadow left on him by Vlad III was too deep. He thought that under the circumstances at that time, he could not quietly take the weapon like Vlad III, and in turn held Livian hostage, if Vlad III really did it that day, then Livian ......

Thinking of this, Thornville hugged his wife in his arms even tighter.

Feeling his uneasiness, Livian took the initiative to offer her lips and entangled with him with a deep kiss: "Relax dear, the werewolves after the wolf transformation are the strongest, even if they are also blood, the vampires are not as good as us in terms of flesh." ”

Yes, werewolves stand at the pinnacle of the flesh of the blood clan, not to mention, they are still the race of the "moon".

"Do you have the strength to fight again, sir?" asked Livien, with a seductive blush on her face and her eyes already misty, as she wrapped her arms around Towell's neck and took advantage of her breath.

"Always available. As he spoke, the two naked bodies intertwined, and the water rippled in the classical Roman bath......

Vlad III had long since left Bordeaux, and Tovel later sent men to look for him at the inn where he was staying, but found nothing but bottles all over the floor. Bloodlines are very headstrong creatures, and sometimes waste money to make themselves happy, such as bathing with expensive Bordeaux red wine or something......

So Towell wasn't much surprised by the bottle.

After leaving France, Vlad III did not go directly back to Romania, but went on a trip to Austria. Austrian music has always been second to none, and the accordion is a ringing accordion on the land of Europa. Whether it's in a city music hall or a small hotel in the countryside, the melodious sound of music is always the best companion for people.

Vlad III wore a black cloak that covered his entire body, and the kiss of the goddess of radiance hung on the left side of his belt. Such attire at night is not uncommon on the streets, as the plague doctor is usually dressed like this when he is not wearing a mask.

Plague doctors rarely show their faces, they are on the verge of life and death, and they can be infected by the plague at any time. In their understanding, death is real, and what they do is to fight against death, which is something that angers the evil gods. They are accustomed to hiding their faces from the Grim Reaper, but even then, the plague doctor's death toll is very high......

Vlad III, dressed like the Plague Doctor, walks the classical streets of Vienna at night. The music capital, which has experienced the black plague, has also lost its former prosperity and serenity. At the height of the plague, the city would carry out more than nine hundred corpses every day, men and women, young and old.

The corpses of all shapes were covered with black scars, and the ragged surface was dripping with foul-smelling pus...... If these bodies are not dragged out of the city in time to be burned or landfilled, they will become accomplices of the plague and more people will be killed!

The lonely streets are not endearing, and although not human, Vlad III does not like the feeling of dead silence. He longs for the light, but he will never get it.

Not wandering the streets for long, Vlad III walked in the direction of the royal palace, where the owner had long invited him to a party, or appointment.

With the Codex and the Dragon's Emblem on his right index finger, Vlad III easily passed the inspection of the guards. After entering the palace, a long-awaited maid led him to the reception room where the Night Realm was located.

The palace is built in the style of the Bloods, and the rooms are always cleverly arranged in the shade to avoid the rays of the daylight. In addition to this, all the personnel inside the palace, including the guards, are made up of beautiful girls. If he didn't know that the owner of this royal city was the lord, Vlad would have thought that this place was the harem of some unscrupulous king.

Led by the maid into the door of the reception room, Vlad III saw at a glance the master sitting at the end of the long table. Wearing a crown on her head and dressed in a splendid palace attire, the beautiful Kromia smiled and raised her glass to him: "Good evening, Vlad, and welcome to my territory, my Austria." ”