As night fell, the Rahogi tribe, who lived in the northern foothills of the Urus Mountains, ended their day's hunting, handed them over, and were reassigned by the tribal chiefs to ensure that the weakest tribesmen would not starve to death that night—provided that the weakest tribesmen also contributed to the tribe.

In the animal skin tent, the most powerful tribal warrior, Zaka Anyas, comfortably hung his spear and hunting bow on the weapon rack, and took the goat's milk wine handed by the slave girl, and the man put his arms around the slave girl and sat comfortably on the edge of the bed.

For the people of Freljord, who have little to offer, exploring the same kind is the best evening activity.

Unbeknownst to the Freljord tribesmen, an evil and powerful army was rapidly approaching from the southeast.

"Report to Lord Blood King, the scouts have found a barbarian tribe at the foot of the mountain ten miles ahead."

The Blood Ancestor wearing a scarlet cloak folded his wings and landed on the deck, and the pale Blood Plague Legion general knelt down on one knee and said respectfully to the huge [Blood Palace].

"Do you want to send soldiers to conquer?"

The eight-headed giant magic gargoyle with a body size of ten meters kept wings, and the blood-colored chains woven with magic smoothly held up the blood throne that looked like jade and not jade.

From the appearance, the blood-colored palace is roughly trapezoidal, divided into three layers,

The lower layer is the largest, and there are five hundred and eighty-six swollen alienated blood slaves who have lost their minds forcibly imprisoned on the wall panel, slowly extracting the blood of the blood slaves in the form of metal catheters containing magic, and providing a steady stream of energy for the blood-colored palace and the magic gargoyle through the method of 'burning blood'.

The middle floor of the Scarlet Palace is the residence of the Blood King Brond Darkwell, with a blood pool, a nursery and a place for the sacrament, which contains eight beautiful First True Ancestor beauties and thirty-six Terran beauties, which are exclusive to the Blood King.

The upper layer is the smallest, but it is the most dangerous area, the magic coffin is linked to the Scarlet Palace, Vladimir lying in the magic coffin can sense and affect all the blood clans except the Blood King, and the Scarlet Palace will also condense the power of faith for Vladimir in a special way, and gradually transform it into the law of blood.

In the middle of the Scarlet Palace, Blanc lay on a meat bed composed of twenty-two Terran beauties, enjoying the graceful dance while comfortably savoring the cherries brought to his lips by his favorite concubine.

It wasn't until he became the king of prostitution that he understood how happy Lester's life really was, and he wouldn't get tired of living like this for another 10,000 years.

"Show our kindness, and let more heretics understand that only the blood god Vladimir is a worthy being."

"Do as the king commands!"

The second-generation Bloodline True Ancestor who received the order spread his wings and flew away from the Scarlet Palace.

In the tent, under the service of the slave girl, Zakaanyas cleaned his body and lay down slightly tired, ready to sleep.

"Oh no! Enemies are coming! Come on! ”

Opening his eyes again, Zaca Ayas sat up and made a silent gesture to the slightly panicked slave girl.

"Ah!! What kind of monster is this!! ”

"Run!!

Zaca'anyas, who was extremely good hearing, quickly caught the muffled bark of the beast, muffled by the screams, and he had never heard such a canine whisper.

"Help me get my armor on!"

A restless Zakaanyas ran to the weapon rack and removed the spear and hunting bow, while the slave girl obediently removed the ice wolf skin and bone armor from the cabinet and skillfully dressed Zakaanyas.

Outside the tent there was a roaring fire, and the screams grew quieter, replaced by sobs of fear.

The muffled wheezing sound was getting closer and closer, silently approaching Zaka'anyas's large tent, and before he could see the monster's appearance, Zaka'anyas smelled a disgusting smell of strange blood.

"Ho-ho-ho...... Ho ......"

Protecting the frightened slave girl behind him, Zaka'anyas, dressed in battle armor, breathed calmly, clenched his spear, ready to shoot at any moment.

Finally, the firelight outside the tent reflected the figure of the uninvited guest, a bloodthirsty beast larger than the Icewolf, giving people a feeling of extreme danger.

Seeing that the beast outside the tent was getting closer and closer, and was about to come to the mouth of the tent, Zaka Anyas struck first and aimed at the monster

Pierce a spear that has been built up for a long time.

With a "poof", the tip of the prismatic spear pierced through the tent and penetrated into the flesh, but Zacaanyas refused to stop, collecting his spear and stabbing again until the monster's head was completely pierced.

Whimpered twice, and the bloodthirsty wolfhound with scarlet fur fell to the ground.

Zacaanyas breathed a sigh of relief, drew his spear, and whispered to the slave girl.

"You just hide here, don't go anywhere, I'll go out and see what's going on and come back."

The slave girl nodded, but did not speak.

The air was filled with the strong smell of blood, and as soon as Zakaanyas left the tent, three other bloody dogs came with grinning teeth, followed by a pale-skinned man with red eyes reflecting light.

"Who are you!? Why attack us! ”

Zakaanyas took off his hunting bow and bent his bow and arrows, facing the uninvited guest who exuded a strange aura.

The pale-complexioned and bloodless man had no intention of responding, glanced at Zakaanyas indifferently, and waved his hand at the blood dog.

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

Receiving the master's order, the three blood dogs no longer concealed their bloodthirsty desires, and turned into blood shadows from different directions and pounced on Zaka Anyas.

"Look for death!"

Seeing that the enemy did not take himself seriously, Zaka Anyas also lost his temper, and two arrows came out of the string, piercing the two bloody dogs in front of him.

The head of the blood dog was pierced by the arrow, and it rolled and fell to the ground with a wail, but it was not directly killed for a while.

The third blood dog finally found a chance to attack, and the blood-colored claws grabbed the major artery of Zaka'anyas's hind legs, but Zakaanyas, who was facing away from the blood dog, seemed to have been prepared, roared angrily and turned around and handed out the spear,

The tip of the spear burrowed through the jagged teeth of the bloody dog, and when it was struck upward, the blood-stained iron blade tore through the flesh and burst out, and the dripping blood fell on Zaka'anyas's heavy body, making the first warrior of the Rahogi tribe like a god.

"I didn't expect a barbarian tribe to have such a powerful warrior as you, it's disrespectful."

Zaka'anyas gave a chest touch, and the Bloodline solemnly introduced himself.

"My name is Draculas, and I am the second-generation true ancestor of His Majesty the Blood King of the Blood Dynasty, warrior, can I know your name?"

Feeling Draculas's respect, Zaka Ayas said coldly.

"Zaka Ayas, the first warrior of the Rahogi tribe."

"No wonder Your Excellency has such skills."

Draculas smiled with a wave of his hand at the burning tribe.

"Lord Zakaanyas, do you want to save your tribe?"

"My tribe has been ruined by you, and you still want to fool me?"

"No, we killed only those incompetent who took up arms to resist but could not kill the blood dogs, and the old and weak women and children who were unarmed were not harmed in any way - of course, this was temporary, because Your Excellency appeared before my eyes,

So, Lord Zaca'anyas, how about we make a bet? ”

"What do you want?"

Draculas extended his right hand to the vigilant Zaca Anyas and made an invitation.

"In front of your kindred, fight one-on-one with me, if you win me, we will immediately withdraw our troops and let everyone go, if you lose, you will lead this tribe to join the Blood Dynasty, believe in the Blood God, and serve His Majesty the Blood King, how about it?"

"What if I don't say yes?"

Zaka'anas stared at De Culas, who kept an elusive smile all the time.

"If you don't agree, we will also duel, even if you kill me by luck, this tribe will be crushed by my king's army, promise me, this is the only chance to save this tribe."

"Okay, I promise you."

"Please."

Following behind Draculas, Zaka'anyas walked to the tribe's granary under the watchful eyes of dozens of bloody dogs,

There were more than twenty shriveled corpses lying on the ground, and the more than two hundred surviving tribesmen were now imprisoned by some kind of blood-colored magical chains, all of them bowing their heads and trembling like lambs to the slaughter.

The headless corpse of the tribal chief knelt in front of the granary, the old man's head was cut off at will, and the spikes of the upside-down wooden stake were pierced, his silver braids and beard were covered with blood, and his dead eyes still vented their unyielding anger, giving people a sense of palpitation in the light of the fire.

"Patriarch ......"

Seeing the patriarch's corpse with his own eyes, Zaka'anyas's heart was very sad.

"This is a respectable old man, with an unyielding fighting spirit and a fearless spirit of resistance, but unfortunately, he is too old to be the person we need."

Draculas's tone was unhurried and his words were articulated, and the standard Freljord accent was enough for all the Freljords present to fully understand it, but the tribesmen preferred not to understand it themselves, with a little less frightening and intimidation.

"Zakaanyas, if you want to avenge him, kill me, and prove your bravery before your people."

As Draculas spoke, the Minor Bloods guided the Blood Dogs to make way for the two of them, and the tribesmen with their heads bowed raised their heads one after another, their eyes shining with a little more hope.

"Lord Zacaanyas......"

As if he had found the backbone of the heart, a little boy cried out loudly, and before he finished speaking, a bloody light flashed, and the little boy's head fell to the ground, and the boy's mother whimpered, and before she cried, she was covered by a man and held in her arms.

Draculas squinted at the frightened captives and smiled with satisfaction.

"I didn't allow you ants to speak, I am willing to give Zaka'anyas a chance to serve His Majesty the Blood King, this does not mean that you useless people can be presumptuous in front of me."

Zacaanyas gritted his teeth, staring at Draculas with red eyes.

"How much more nonsense are you going to say?"

Draculas smiled even more and raised his right hand.

"Start with your impatience."

Zacaanyas didn't hesitate to roll to his side, and in the next moment, a magical arrow made of blood grazed his body, corroding the ground not far away into a small crater.

Removing the hunting bow from his back, Zacaanyas fired two quick arrows, and Draculas calmly twisted his body, avoiding the two vital points in the lower abdomen and heart.

"It's kind of interesting."

Draculas pointed at the little boy's corpse and held out his right hand, which was pulled by the blood magic, and the blood in the corpse began to roll and condense, turning into a boiling blood flow towards Zaca'anyas, who was drawing a hunting bow.

The green tendons of the right arm burst out, and under the huge force, the bow arm of the hunting bow, which had been cherished by the owner for more than ten years, let out a wail for the first time, and Zaka Anyas, who was half-squatting on the ground, let go of the bowstring, and the arrow disappeared in an instant, and everyone present could only hear a sharp wind whistle coming suddenly, but there was no arrow shadow.

"Whew!"

Draculas, who was about to dodge, lowered his head in a daze, but saw that there was a small hole in his heart, turned his body, and the arrow hit the head of a second-level blood-descendant warrior with undiminished strength, and the arrow exploded due to the deviation of the force, and the head of the second-level blood-descendant exploded like a watermelon, and he was killed on the spot.

As Draculas reminisced about the astonishing arrow, Zaka'anyas turned and ran without looking back, boiling like fire, and the sharp blood of the knife weaved into a web and followed closely behind.

With nowhere to hide, Zakaanyas had no choice but to crash headlong into the granary, using the walls of the granary to block the terrifying blood magic.

The walls of hard stone were instantly corroded by boiling blood, and Zacaanyas was even more sure that he must not be struck by the magic of his enemies.

"It seems that that arrow can't kill Draculas, and you still have to get closer to fighting an evil mage like Draculas."

Zaka'anyas, who had changed his fighting style, once again bent his bow and fired fast arrows, and although the arrows were not as powerful as the previous Sky Splitting Arrows, they were better than the continuous arrows.

Draculas let seven arrows pierce his body, his mind still basking in unspeakable pleasure.

He didn't expect that he had just stepped onto the battlefield and was solidly injured, although it could only be regarded as a minor injury, Draculas still felt the fear and pleasure that he had not felt for a long time.

If he hadn't been embraced by the first generation of True Ancestors, with a mortal body, I am afraid that he would have died in the hands of the barbarian man in front of him in an instant, and now, he has become a god.

No matter how powerful an ant is, it will not be an opponent of God.

Draculas casually removed the arrows from his body, and the blood flowed, and the piercing wound in his heart had healed.

The Bloodline True Ancestor smiled happily.

"Very good, you made me feel the determination of the warrior, I didn't misread you, Lord Zaka Anyas, be careful, I will use all my strength next, if you can block my three moves, count me as losing."

Zaka Ayas didn't speak, acquiesced in Draculas's proposal, now is naturally not the time to pay attention to fairness, how to survive in the hands of monsters, saving the clan is the most important thing, face is worthless at this moment.

"Blood Flame Holy Sword!"

Extracting the source blood bank in his body, and condensing the blood of the blood bank into a burning blood-colored one-handed sword, Draculas's face was even paler, but his momentum was more than a step stronger than before.

The body turned into an afterimage, and there was no need for Zaka Anyas to close the distance, and Draculas appeared in front of Zaka Anyas, slashing out with a sword.

(End of chapter)