Originally, the center of the black swamp was full of all kinds of native beasts and strange poisonous insects. But now they were completely dormant as if they had disappeared, hiding in the depths of the mud and shivering, not daring to make a sound.

In the center of the Black Swamp, there was a group of tall, short, fat, and thin people, all of different shapes, and they were standing far apart from each other. When they inadvertently raised their hands, those colossal momentum collided with each other, and the void seemed to have a round of turbulent waves rolling by. That's still a somewhat convergent result. The entire black mud swamp seemed to them to be incomparably small, and the momentum lost by each senior was as vast as an ocean.

Even if it was a top human master of the fifth grade, no one dared to come to the middle of the black swamp, and even if they were close to it, they would be discovered, and then they would not have any chance to leave alive.

The most terrifying thing is that there are more than a dozen marquis like this!

A whole dozen or so marquises, equivalent to a quarter of the strength of the entire Death Council, gathered here. There are even many marquis who have left terrifying legends in the past era. Next to this group of big people, there were also several young people. There is no doubt that these young generations are the Death Conference, the future of the Dark Realm. There is no limit to what every young person can achieve in the future.

The center of the black swamp crisscrosses with a dull gray atmosphere. These breaths flowed in the void, as if they had life, swimming back and forth in this small space, and the space around them suddenly collapsed and then reorganized. occasionally revealed a hint of coercion, which made the legends present can't help but tremble in their hearts.

An old Marquis of Girard, who seemed to be able to fall at any time, saw this scene and couldn't help but say: "Is this the breath left by the Grand Duke of Slam? ”

A marquis is about one meter eight tall, and the old marquis is half a head taller. He didn't look very old, as if he was only thirty or forty years old. Broad-shouldered, handsome with a bit of fortitude, long blond hair draped behind his back, hanging down to his waist, his hair was not curly, but hung straight there. The most striking thing is his eyes, which are a pair of evil eyes, both eyes are actually double pupils, and the dark blue eyes are very cold. It was a kind of coldness from the depths of his heart, and the evil light flickered between the half-open and half-closed, and when he looked at it, his body seemed to be cut by a sharp blade.

This marquis is the number two person in the Slam family and the biological brother of the Grand Duke of Slam. The Marquis of Werner was not famous because he had a radiant older brother, but that didn't mean he was a good talker. Even if everyone is the marquis of the ten legendary families of the Death Conference, his strength is also a top-level existence among these dozen or so big people.

Girard's faint voice fell. The Marquis of Werner, who was shuttling in his pupils, suddenly smiled, the corners of his mouth outlined a bewitching smile, and he looked at Girard in a low tone and said softly: "Your Excellency Girard, maybe you will never reach that level in the near future." Werner's voice was soft, but there was a strong sense of threat that anyone could hear. ”

The deep furrows on the old man's face twisted together, and he said in a deep voice: "The Marquis of Werner's ability to tell jokes is much higher. I'm sure my young grandson would love to play with an interesting character like you. ”

The old man's strength was not weaker than that of Werner, and the level of threat in such words did not attract his attention at all. What's more, if Werner has to do it with himself, then Werner will lose the qualification to compete for the dark night. Although Dark Night was Grand Duke Slam's gun, he had lost it before he fell asleep. So this thousand-year-old top-notch weapon has naturally become a fragrant dumpling that everyone wants to taste.

The Marquis Paul standing next to Wiener was also quite tall, wearing the clothes of the great nobles of the old era, with brown hair and a high nose bridge, obviously a standard man in old Europe in the old era. A square face with sharp edges and corners, a strong body straight, and the whole person exudes an aura of killing in a thousand tempers.

Paul said slowly: "The dark night was originally the gun of the Grand Duke of Slam, even though the Grand Duke of Slam is already asleep. Then his gun should also be retrieved by his family, and it is a little unkind for Lord Girard to want to get involved in the night. Hurt the harmony between the major families of the Death Conference. ”

The Marquis of Girard turned around and said coldly: "Paul, before you say these words, please return the blood blade to the people of the Morgan family. "The Bloody Blade is also a famous weapon of the Council of Death, and Paul once attacked and killed a descendant of the Grand Duke of Dosan. Afterwards, Paul apologized under the leadership of the patriarch, the Grand Duke of Ritter, and made a lot of restitution. But these things are nothing compared to the Blood Blade. Grand Duke Ritter and Grand Duke Dushan are almost the same in strength, so why bother with other families watching from the sidelines, this matter will be over.

Paul glanced at Gilard and said lightly: "It is really rare for an old man to have such good energy as His Excellency Gilard. I hope that this experience of your old man can be maintained forever, and this is also the blessing of the Death Conference!"

Marquis Elvis, who was standing beside the Marquis of Girard, snorted coldly. Elvis had only one eye, all kinds of scars all over his body, and a murderous face, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a figure crawling out of a pile of dead people. The dark gray blood qi surrounded him, and the voice was outrageously cold. "Dear Lord Paul, Girard is merely stating a fact. Another thing you have to remember is that it's best to think about your situation when you want to threaten someone, and I'm sure I'll be able to get back that shame from the Morgan family in the near future. Grand Duke Doshan will not be as stingy as Grand Duke Ritter, and I promise that what will be compensated will be equal to your value. "Obviously, Elvis won't hesitate to go for Paul whenever he gets the chance.

Paul said disapprerovingly: "I think Your Excellency Elvis is thinking too much, don't say too much about a certain marquis, the taste of slapping your face is not pleasant!"

Elvis snorted heavily, his face becoming even more gloomy. The only remaining eye looked at Paul half-narrowed at this moment, and the blood around him became more intense, and his entire body was half-hidden in it.

A giant man with a full beard was dressed in a golden robe, wearing a feathered golden crown on his head, and two rows of buttons on his chest were open to expose his chest. It's not elegant, but it's imposing. A pair of Gu Pan Gu Pan is powerful, and the divine light is introverted, revealing a strong strength. This giant man is none other than the Marquis of Luxon Glory, who is known as the Marquis of Lucerne below the Duke.

The majestic voice of the Marquis de Lucerne, who could not protest, sounded, "Don't make any noise! ”