The city of the Bloodline, big, very big. Far larger than Philadelphia, almost the size of the capitals on earth. But compared to the bustle of those cities, the city of the Bloods is chaotic and chaotic, with a variety of alleys and alleys. The side of the block is a mess of buildings.

The upper city is relatively well-taught, only the terrain is complex, but the basic composition is still normal human beings living in their own area, waiting for the selection of the nobles of the blood clan who live in the blood clan gathering place every day. Frank lives here now, stuck on the margins, a place where the average businessman would not have the courage to pass by.

It was like visiting a vegetable market, and the butler of the aristocratic family came out in a black carriage embroidered with the family crest. Bring back to their homes one after another the "goods" who originally received relief every day to survive, but still maintained a small society, and supplied them for consumption.

And when mortals are used a certain number of times, they will be transformed into low-level bloods, and they will be abandoned to the lower city.

Speaking of the lower town, it is a very interesting place.

There are no clean roads, and there will always be inexplicable stains on the ground, and the dark red ones are disgusting. Because of the foul environment, this place should be plagued by epidemics, but for the blood or half-blood people who originally lived here, it was not a big deal.

The blood of a half-breed can sustain the most basic survival and activity of the bloodline, but it cannot increase its strength. The strength of the Bloodline increases over time, and this time refers to the time it takes to drink human blood.

It's impossible to imagine what kind of environment would give birth to such a strange creature as a half-blood. Their origins are unknown, and they seem to have existed since the early days of the city's formation, and they possess the characteristics of orcs, elves, dwarves, and other races that originally existed in this world. But they don't have the power of those races, and they can't learn magic. On this continent, the magically incompetent race determines its inferior status. 、

There is no law, no morality, no order, and the criminals who have escaped from the human world, the heinous dark wizards, the newborn bloods, and the half-bloods make up this much larger lower city than the upper city.

The only point of existence here is to make a garbage dump and wait for a certain amount to be accumulated. The big men above sent out some of the men to expel the half-bloods to the werewolf territory to serve as food and slaves.

Despair is already idle here, because there is no hope for people here from the moment they are born. There is no need to live, just survival. Then teach their own sad fate to the next generation, hoping that they can survive a little better. Of course, the next generation thinks the same way.

It doesn't matter if it's evil or not, it doesn't matter if it's hope or not, it's an abandoned world, rotten and dirty, even as many heroes as it is, will be swallowed up by this world, where hope is rejected and change is refused.

Sadly unfortunate here, on the contrary, the upper town of the Bloods indulges in luxury and decay, where countless parties are held every day. The good-looking half-elves and orcs will have the good fortune of being taken out of the Lower City to be traded with humans, or as consumables for the Upper City party.

Why consumables?

Do you want those high-ranking old men to say that they didn't control their lower body and got into a filthy, smelly half-blood bastard?

This is a slander against the noble nobility!

"Incomparably noble. Frank stood at the edge of the entrance to the Lower Town, looking at the magically separated Upper Town, and said, "High up." ”

For the first time, Frank had the feeling that he was about to vomit, and this chilling numbness, despair was so thick that it really made people vomit. It's a forbidden area for the living, and as for the creatures that live here, Frank can't say what they are.

But one thing is certain, and that is that it is much closer to the essence of the city, or to the core, than to the nobles of the upper city. And it's a great place for natural raw materials and live experiments.

"It's disgusting. Frank said, a small fireball lit up at his side, symbolizing his identity as a mage. Naturally, a mage will be treated with considerable respect anywhere, but that doesn't mean that the slimy path will treat him differently.

In a corner not far away, a couple of strong orcs were tearing apart a poor newborn Blood. This is one of the few sources of meat in the world. And in the alley less than they were, a poor orc girl with cat ears. is being sucked by several Bloods lying on his stomach.

Both sides chose not to interfere with each other's atrocities against their own people, and everything seemed to be harmonious, and if you wiped the blood flowing on the ground, it could be considered a good civilized and loving community.

"The darkness is here, enough to ecmese the sun. It's a country of darkness through and through. Frank said.

However, this is not something that Frank can control, he needs a place that is not so conspicuous, at least, a house.

Another good option in the lower town is the pubs that are all over the place, with all sorts of messy bars opening up almost all the neighborhoods.

Wine is the only precious thing here, aside from blood. That thing is cheaper than dirt. In the lower towns, alcohol is served not only to the half-bloods, but also to the bloods. The tavern is the most peaceful and at the same time the most chaotic place.

Frank ended up choosing a humble tavern.

Once inside, Frank sat down directly at the bar.

"Drink something? There's a lot of alcohol that you human wizards love. The bartender asked earnestly.

"Pure water is fine. Frank replied, pulling twenty gold coins out of his pocket and stacking them at the height of the counter. The bartender happily put away the gold coins and served Frank a glass of water.

However, Frank did not feel thirsty, but stared blankly at his glass. With the help of the water glass, Frank carefully observed the crowd of people.

Mostly boring guys, but soon, an orc with horns in a thick robe sat down next to Frank.

The minotaur poured a glass of liquor into his stomach and almost emptied his money. There is no credit in the bar here, because even you dare not say that you will come back alive to give the money for the drink.

"You know, a guy your age. With a sad face, drinking sullen wine in a bar, or having a quarrel with his wife. Or just want to kill. Frank said to the orcs beside him.

Frank reached out and slapped the orc on the back, and a shiny axe fell out of his clothes.

"Looks like you're planning to kill. Frank said with a smile.

"Let go of me!" said the young man angrily, looking like he wanted to fight back. But after discovering that Frank was a wizard, he immediately lowered his body and picked up the axe in embarrassment, and rushed out of the house.

"Who is he?" asked Frank, looking at the bartender.

"A lucky guy, his wife and children were taken away by the big people in Uptown. One of the people next to him said, "I gave him a lot of food, but that guy still doesn't seem to know how to be grateful." ”

It was a Bloodclan who spoke, looking at the unhealed scars on his body and the fierce look on his face, he had just fought not long ago.

"As a show?" asked Frank again

"Of course not, as the first plate of the feast. The effect of half-orc cubs is no worse than that of ordinary people. It's a good appetizer, and the aristocratic lords have a weird temperament. The wounded Bloodclan said, but there was indescribable envy in his tone.

Frank nodded, tossed a few coins to the Bloodline, and got up to leave the tavern.

After walking out of the tavern, Frank's eyes instantly turned into snake pupils, and then the line when the horned orc left just now appeared in front of Frank's eyes.

"The first experiment, I hope there will be good luck. Frank whispered, then tightened his robe and followed the course.