Morowing's army was routed by the ruthless and bloodthirsty Blood, and the fallen royal family tried to seize this rare opportunity to become vassals of the Bloodclan in order to recover. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Entrenched in the important town of Ramadi, the people of the Blood Clan led by Salian are all looking forward to the arrival of this powerful demon leader, Orrenville! This name is engraved in the memory of these Blood Clans, indelible, as long as they think of it, they will arouse deep fear, and they will be impressed by the cruelty and strength of the other party.

The first thing Marven learned about this name from the depths of Himmler's memory was to try to get more information about this powerful demon race, after all, in the military letter that gave him the gift of Hypatia he hoped for, there was such a sentence engraved in the war, know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

But Marven's investigation was all like a duck hatching a chicken, and he was busy in vain, just mentioning Orenville's name to the blood clan, and the other party showed great fear and awe.

With the big man coming, Salian and his men are busy in order to give a big gift when Orrenville arrives. What gift will satisfy the bloodthirsty bloodthirsty blood clan the most? The answer is undoubtedly fresh humans, so Marven obviously feels that more and more girls have been captured these days, just because Orenville's favorite thing is the tender and delicious human children.

Of course, Salian will not only prepare flattering gifts, but also a special banquet, and Marven will undoubtedly receive an invitation to the magician Rickon, who has won Salian's trust with his superior number and quality weapons.

The preparations for the banquet were in full swing, but Marven's heart became more and more anxious, especially on the day before the banquet began, and the uneasy mood made Marven toss and turn, all of which came from the unknown fear of Orrenville's powerful power.

"Hypatia, if it were you, you wouldn't be as worried as I am, because you are so powerful and beautiful. Marven thought of Hypatia, the uneasiness in his heart receded like a tide, he must be stronger, whether it was strength or heart, he had hope, there was no reason for him to retreat!

The next day, at dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadows of the people very long, and Marven followed Himmler to the place where Salian had a dinner party, a splendid mansion, Salian's residence.

Marven didn't come early, many blood clans and people who were looking forward to the opportunity had already arrived at the venue of the party first, and as soon as he stepped into this mansion that looked magnificent but had begun to rot, Marven's heart swelled with strong hatred and pain.

Steel cages were placed everywhere in the banquet, and the fresh humans captured by Salian were bound in the iron cage by the iron thorns, and the iron thorns on the thorns pierced into their skin, and the warm and bright red blood flowed down the thorns and skin, like blood snakes, beautiful and cruel.

"My dear Master Rickon, you're late, come with me, I'm going to introduce you to the mighty and beautiful Lord Orrenville, believe me, he will be happy to learn that you have brought us so many sophisticated and useful weapons, and that you sincerely want to follow in the footsteps of our demons. Salian saw Marven enter the banquet and immediately said goodbye to the Bloodclan who was talking, turned around and walked briskly, his face filled with indescribable excitement.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to be late, it's the honor of my life to know Lord Orrenville. Marven was dragged back from his deep disgust by Salian's words, forced down the anger in his eyes, and pretended to apologize.

"Believe me, you must feel deeply proud to meet this adult, this adult is the leader of the demon race, it is really a pity not to see his handsomeness with your own eyes. Salian took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray and shook it, his words full of praise for Orrenville.

"Seems so lucky, I can't wait to see Lord Orrenville. Marven shrugged his shoulders and expressed great anticipation, "You must know that now I sincerely believe in His Highness the Demon God, and under his leadership, we will definitely move towards a brilliant future." ”

"Trust me, you won't be disappointed. Salian gently patted Marven on the shoulder, "Now come with me, you can enjoy this banquet until Lord Orrenville comes, you will know that I am also an artist, and this dinner party is my work." ”

Marven couldn't wait to chop off Salian's hand now, God knows how much human blood was stained with this hand, and how many lives were lost under this hand, but in order to help Hypatia, he could only endure this unhappiness, pretending to be interested, following Salian, wandering around the venue, feeling the other party's so-called artwork.

Just walked through one, Marven hated this group of bloodthirsty blood clans even more in his heart, the humans who were captured by Salian were all teenage girls, they **** were placed in various shapes by Salian, their bodies were wrapped in iron chains and iron thorns, and their limbs were twisted and nailed to the wooden pillars behind them, accompanied by various colored flowers.

Marven looked at these poor girls, more than sympathy, he felt weak about himself, if he was strong enough, then he could save these distressing children.

Salian pulled Marven to a booth in the center, his mood was obviously more excited than before, he stretched out his arms, and his mouth was full of praise for this so-called "supreme masterpiece".

"My dear mage, can you appreciate her beauty, look at this snow-white skin, the blood-stained brambles and the white flowers, it is really a wonderful work, isn't it?" Salian fixed his eyes on the dying girl, his eyes glowing with madness, as if he was about to devour the girl.

Marven couldn't bear it in his heart, he didn't want to, he couldn't be angry, he could only force it down, the beautiful girl had a beautiful blonde hair, draped behind her, the one on the right side of her closed eyes was embedded with a white rose, blood ran down her eye sockets and cheeks, dripping, the snow-white skin was pierced by iron thorns, and the bright red blood flowed out and snaked down the girl's beautiful body, dyeing the white roses covered in red.

After only a few glances, Marven immediately looked away, and if he looked at it any longer, he would definitely not be able to help but attack the murderous demon of Salian.

"Dear Lord Viscount, it's been so long, Lord Orrenville won't come, right" The anger in Marven's heart is already like an active volcano, it will detonate with just one introduction, in order not to fall short, he can only pretend to be calm, if it is not for helping Hypatia, he really doesn't want to stay here for a second.

"Don't be in a hurry, my friend, figures like Lord Orrenville always arrive at the last minute so that their identity can be revealed. Salian patted Marven on the shoulder, thinking that the "Master Rickon" in front of him couldn't wait to meet Lord Orrenville.

Hearing Salian affectionately call himself a friend, Marven was not happy at all, and even felt a little disgusted, but he could only pull out a far-fetched smile to cope with Salian's enthusiasm.

The banquet was filled with the smell of blood, considering that there were a lot of humans in the banquet, Salian did not directly replace the wine with blood, but the girl who was bound in the banquet hall provided the blood that the blood clan craved the most, and many low-level blood clans could not stand the temptation of delicious and fresh blood, and took the wine glass to pick up the blood dripping from the girl's body, and his eyes were full of greedy and bloodthirsty eyes.

Their greedy appearance was reflected in Marven's eyes, causing Marven's heart to be disgusted and spit, saying that the blood clan was just a group of demons who couldn't live without blood, and felt that the picture in front of him was too ugly, Marven looked away, looking at the red wine like blood in the wine glass, and only felt sick to his stomach.

Salian left temporarily to welcome Orrenville, Marvin hid alone in an inconspicuous corner, he did not feel the slightest pleasure for such a banquet, only endless pain, his conscience was tormented, because he watched those once lively and lovely maidens being brutally tortured by the blood clan.