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With such strength, such might, there is no doubt that the person who came was a level 7 saint!

For a moment, the entire castle hall was silent, and everyone was speechless.

The faces of Viscount Norman and Viscount Mars changed completely.

They never thought that there was such a terrifying strong man standing behind the arrogant kid just now!

In the face of absolute strength, the original confidence, or silent calculation, seems to have become a joke.

"Ha~haha~ I knew that the great Solo Priest would not give up his most loyal servant. Moses sat on the ground, gasping for breath for the rest of his life, but a feverish smile appeared on his pale face.

He struggled to get up from the ground, knelt down on one knee and bowed, his expression extremely solemn: "Greetings to the great Priest of Solo." ”

Wu Hui glanced at Moses and silently praised this guy's acting skills.

If it weren't for the fact that he clearly knew that this guy had been completely brainwashed by himself, he would have almost been deceived just by looking at his performance. This guy is also a talent~ and a complete villain talent.

He lowered his head and pretended to be respectful and obedient, and when he saw Blake standing still, he reached out and slapped him on the back of the head, pressing his head down.

Liliana bowed her head deeply as early as when the priest of Solo first appeared, looking sincerely frightened, timid and cowardly, as if she didn't even have the courage to look up. However, there was a glint in his eyes.

At the same time, the rest of the black-robed people also knelt down in unison, and their voices were unanimous: "Welcome to the great Priest of Solo." ”

In the empty hall of the castle, the voice slowly echoed, solemn and solemn.

Surrounded by a group of black-robed people, the already powerful and incomparably powerful power of the Solo Priest was suddenly lined with more and more terrifying and terrifying.

The servants in the castle were already trembling with fright, and they were shocked by this momentum, and suddenly they sat down on the ground one by one, their faces trembling.

There were a few timid people who were even so frightened that they rolled their eyes and fainted directly.

"Ahem~ahem~"

Andrei struggled to tear himself off the wall, his feet went limp, and he fell directly to one knee on the ground.

At that moment, his injuries were really not light, especially his internal organs were greatly shocked, even with his level 6 shield warrior's fierce physique, he was almost unbearable.

Now with this move, he vomited another mouthful of blood.

However, as if he didn't feel it, he supported his body with his shield, and looked at the Priest Solo who had just appeared with wide eyes: "Ge, which Sage is Your Excellency? Why have I never heard of it?" ”

"It doesn't matter who I am. ”

The priest of Solo laughed miserably, his eyes swept over the faces of Viscount Norman, Viscount Mars, and Rank 6 Saint Andre, his gaze was calm, like looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"It is important that today, you must jointly elect Blake Lytton as heir to the Earldom Title. If anyone disagrees...... Kill, none, pardon. ”

When the last three words were spoken, the priest of Solo was stunned, and Sen Leng's killing intent leaked out from between his teeth, filling the entire castle hall in an instant.

In an instant, even the temperature seemed to drop by several degrees.

The surrounding male servants and maids all trembled in unison, and instantly stunned several others.

Viscount Mars lowered his head almost subconsciously, cold sweat on his forehead was like rain, and he didn't even dare to say a word.

Wu Hui was secretly nervous, this kind of bad guy's business, really has to ask a professional bad guy to do it. If the Holy See of Light came forward and insisted that Blake be this earl, how could he be so arrogant and domineering?

"Your Excellency is too domineering, isn't it? Even if you are a sage, cough cough~ you shouldn't ......"

Level 6 Ya Saint Andre had angry eyes, and he twisted his eyebrows and wanted to refute.

However, before he could finish his sentence, a hammer of hell that was identical to the one before appeared in the air and slammed into his head.

"Boom~!"

Before he could react, he was smashed into the stone floor with a hammer.

There was an instantaneous human-shaped pit on the ground, and the surrounding stone slabs cracked a large area like a spider's web.

Asaint Andre was smashed to the point that his face turned pale and vomited blood repeatedly, but he still subconsciously struggled to get up from the pit.

However, no sooner had his hand reached the ground than the scepter in the hand of the priest of Solo slammed into the air, and a black light suddenly shot into the air.

In an instant, a black vortex exuding a rich and ominous aura appeared in mid-air, and a huge undead ancient dragon flew out of the vortex, and suddenly raised its head and let out a hiss.

"Ang~"

Compared to the undead bone dragon temporarily spawned by the necromantic servant Rex, the one in front of him was obviously much larger, and the huge bone wings spread out, covering almost the entire hall dome.

The light of the dome's magic lamp was obscured by it, casting a huge shadow below.

With the huge bone wings flapping, the majestic dragon power mixed with the aura of death swept out, and the entire castle hall was filled with this aura in an instant, and for a moment, it was like Senluo Hell.

"Undead Bone Dragon!"

Andrei's face suddenly changed color, his already pale face instantly turned pale, and his eyes were shocked.

He never thought that the priest of Solo would directly start without saying a word, and he would not give him a chance to finish his words at all. Moreover, he actually directly summoned a big killer weapon like the undead bone dragon!

This is to be killed!

He had also come into contact with two sages before, but those two sages encouraged and appreciated him mostly, even if he had heard that some sages had a bad temper and killed people at every turn, but he didn't expect that the one in front of him actually didn't play cards according to common sense, and he couldn't even say a word!

If he had known this, he shouldn't have opened his mouth just now!

Andrei regretted it, and his bowels were blue with regret.

However, at this moment, it was too late for him to regret it!

He turned around and ran, his body instantly turned into a cloud of phantom and flew out, trying everything to fight for that faint glimmer of life for himself.

However, no matter how good his body is, how can he outrun the level 7 undead bone dragon that is already known for its speed?

Before he could escape to the door of the hall, the swooping bone dragon had already chased after him, grabbed his back with a claw, and flew him directly into the air.

The sharp dragon claws clawed at Andre's back and drenched in blood, and he let out a scream.

However, as soon as the scream sounded, the other claw of the undead bone dragon had already buckled to his shoulder, and then the two claws worked together to directly tear Andre in half.

The screams came to an abrupt end.

The blood and blood rain mixed with the internal organs fell like raindrops, and in an instant it sprinkled all over the small half of the castle hall, whether it was the beautifully carved leather sofa, or the beautifully embroidered tablecloth, or the exquisite strokes, all dyed with a little blood at this moment, the red was dazzling, and the red was shocking.

The servants of the castle were so frightened by this bloody scene that their faces turned pale, their throats "gurgled", and then they rolled their eyes and fainted most of them. Even the few who didn't faint were scared to the point of being-in-a-urine, or turned their heads and vomited like the old housekeeper.

The stench of heat and blood filled the air, mingling into an indescribably disgusting taste.

Blake and Wu Hui at the door couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses and retreated out of the door, only to feel that their stomachs were turning upside down, and they almost couldn't help but vomit.

In mid-air, the huge undead bone dragon released its claws and threw the two halves of the corpse on the ground, skillfully extracting a hot heart from the torn corpse, and then flatteringly sent it to the hand of the priest of Zoro, rubbing his arm affectionately with his forehead.

"Good baby~ well done. ”

The priest of Solo took the heart that was still dripping blood, touched the pale skull of the undead bone dragon with satisfaction, and then turned his head to look at everyone, and a strange smile appeared on his withered face: "I said that if you disagree, you will not be killed." ”

There was a dead silence all around.

The clothes behind Viscount Mars were already soaked with cold sweat, and his legs were as soft as noodles, and he could barely stand on his feet.

Viscount Norman's psychological quality was much better than his, but the cold sweat had already soaked through his clothes, and his face was pale.

That's just a little bit.

If it was them who spoke just now, at this moment, they would have been torn in half and thrown on the ground at random, I am afraid it would have been them.

It's like walking around the gates of hell.

"How is it? Do you two have any objections?" Solo Priest's scarlet gaze suddenly fell on the two of them, and that look was like a predatory tiger looking at a lamb to the slaughter, greedy and bloodthirsty.

Viscount Mars was full of excitement, and almost subconsciously knelt down with a weak leg: "No, no objection." I have no objection. Whoever you want to be an earl is a count, you have the final say, you have the final say......"

Viscount Norman was also nervous, his scalp was numb, and he hurriedly followed: "No objection." I have no objection either. You have the final say. ”

However, when he said this, he subconsciously calculated it in his heart.

The sage in front of him looked like a necromantic mage or summoner, although it was powerful, two or three of the sages with names and surnames on the continent hated this kind of profession. If you can find a way to spread the news that there is a Saint-level necromancer or summoner here, maybe you can even get in touch with those two or three Sages.

When the time comes, what is a count's title?

"桀桀桀~"

The priest of Solo was aware of this, and his scarlet eyes stared at Viscount Norman, and his eyes glowed with bloodthirsty light: "You, your heart is not sincere. ”

After living for four or five hundred years, and transforming himself into a lich in order to break through the shackles of his body and qualifications, his five senses have faded, but the sharpness of his mental power has reached a realm that ordinary people can't imagine at all. Almost the moment Viscount Norman had a strange heart, he had already felt it.

The words fell, and the black scepter in his hand slammed again, and the undead bone dragon immediately roared and pounced on Viscount Norman.

Viscount Norman's face changed dramatically in an instant.

How could it be?! How could he find out?!

Viscount Norman couldn't figure it out anyway, and his heart was full of incredulity. However, at this moment, he didn't have time to think about it at all, so he could only try his best to throw all kinds of hole cards at the bottom of the box, life-saving tricks, and try to fight for a chance to survive under the attack of the bone dragon.

However, the level gap was as huge as the abyss, but how could he, at level 4, escape under the hands of a level 7 undead bone dragon?

In just a few breaths, he had been grabbed by the huge dragon claw, and was torn in half like Andre.

Another hot heart fell into the hands of the priest of Solo, and the smile on his face became brighter and more eerie, as if the more people died, the happier he was.

Viscount Mars was so frightened that he almost couldn't even kneel on his knees, and his face turned pale as if he was going to perform ascension to heaven in the next moment.

After a long while, he suddenly came to his senses, and he took the initiative to open his mouth tightly: "Big, big, sir." In the case of the sudden death of the previous earl and the designation of an heir, as long as the successor is nominated by more than half of the heirs in the family, he can directly send it to the direct marquis to seal it, issue an official document, and inherit the earl's title. Now the only heirs to the Raymond family are me and Blake, I, I, I'm going to write an official letter to Blake now. ”

As he spoke, he turned out a pen and paper, and began to write tremblingly, for fear that if his movements were a little slower, he would be judged by the mad demon king to be insincere and killed directly.

For a moment, no other sound could be heard in the hall except the rustle of quill stones falling on parchment.

Wu Hui pulled the pale-faced Black and quietly moved out of the door again, taking advantage of the slightest breeze to breathe two breaths of fresh air, so as not to be smoked to death by the smell of the hall.

Well?

He suddenly noticed that there was a figure hiding in the corner outside the door, and it was actually Liliana, the beautiful proprietress of the city.

She sneaked out of the castle hall at some point, and now she was closing her eyes tightly, trembling slightly, and she didn't know what she remembered, as if she was strongly restraining her emotions, as if there was a kind of anger brewing in her body, and suddenly it was infected with pathos, and it changed in a thousand ways.

Looking at this scene, Wu Hui looked at him for a moment, thinking in his heart.

It seems that Sister Nana is really a person with a story~

Soon, Viscount Mars wrote the official document, and although the words were crooked because of the trembling of his hands, the meaning was expressed very well.

The priest was so pleased with his intellect that he was merciful enough to let him go.

At this point, this bloody dispute in the Thorn Fortress has finally come to an end.

Soon, a piece of paper was sent out and arrived at a castle that served as a marquis's palace.

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A few days later, in the Fort of Thorns.

Dressed in black robes and covered with dark and negative death energy, Lord Priest Zoro, gray-robed Moses, and the rest of the dark fangs gathered together.

Recognition of Blake Lytton as the owner of the new Castle of Thorns, and the paperwork for succession to the earldom has been completed. As soon as this document came out, no one could arbitrarily strip Black of his title.

Therefore, he is already a sure count, the supreme ruler of the Thorn Realm. Even if the Duke of Lytton is in person, he can't meddle in the big and small affairs of his territory at will.

"Master Black. Moses smiled at Blackpee, "No, no, no, it's time to call Earl Black, and your honorable Earl, please sit on the throne." ”

Blake is dressed in a luxurious aristocratic suit, and his temperament is more noble than that of a prince. This is his face, but it is a little miserable, he has always had no desire for the position of earl, let alone let him be a puppet earl.

But what can he do if he doesn't do it? He has already eaten that deadly pill, and if he doesn't obey, the other party can make him feel pain at any time, and even his soul will be gradually devoured.

"Goodbye, my freedom. Blake's legs trembled, and he sat down in the earl's seat in pain, his heart full of sorrow, "Goodbye, my art." ”

From now on, I, Blake, will be a complete puppet, and a puppet who has succumbed to the dark Forces.

"Quee~" Moses smirked, "Your well-behaved and obedient are the foundation of our friendly cooperation, and since our dark fangs have helped you become the Earl of the Thorn Realm." In accordance with our friendship agreement, we hope that you will also help the Lord behind the Dark Fangs to spread the faith within the Thornlands. Come, come, please sign this document with your name and stamp it with the seal of the owner of the Thorn Castle. ”

That arrogant and domineering appearance is really like those eunuchs who were once powerful in ancient times on earth.

Moses, this old thing, is really a complete old villain.

Behind Moses, the priest Russell, who had always been gloomy and deep, was still quiet. It's as if he's here, purely from the town.

"...... you," Blake said with a blue face and gritted teeth, "you are a cult, and you plan to turn the Thorn Territory into the base camp of the dark cult?"

"Hahaha, Lord Black, don't talk so ugly. Moses in the gray robe sneered, "Together, we will shine the glory of the lord all over the thorn collar." As he spoke, he looked around arrogantly, "I don't know who wants to object?"

Some of the high-ranking officials of the Thorn Realm lowered their heads one after another, they had already comprehended the power of this dark cult. Especially the Russell Priest, but he is an incomparably powerful saint-level powerhouse, and even the original most powerful sub-saint is vulnerable.

"Haha, the nobles are really a bunch of bad people. Moses in the gray robe laughed arrogantly, "Since there is no objection, Lord Black should obediently stamp the seal." ”

"Wait. ”

At this moment, Wu Hui, who had always been very low-key, walked out casually, yawned and said, "I'm against it." ”

The eyes of everyone in the audience were fixed on him. Where did this guy come from? I don't think I had any impression of it before.

Only Liliana, who was standing behind Wu Hui, had a gleam in her eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. This guy can really bear it, and it is only at this time that he starts to exert his strength.

"You object?" Moses laughed weirdly, "Just because you, a waste young master who doesn't even have level 1, what qualifications do you have to object?"

"Sister Nana, you come out of the ranks. Wu Hui grabbed Liliana's arm and pushed her to the front row, "My sister Nana is here, who dares to be presumptuous?"

"Hmm?" Liliana looked stunned, is this thing shameless?

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