The blade of the sword was so fast that he didn't have time to dodge, and in the face of the inevitable death, Zaka'anas was ruthless in his heart, and a spear stabbed Draculas's head, and the blood-colored spear came first, directly approaching Draculas's face, Draculas was horrified, and he realized that the barbarian warriors in front of him were fighting with the idea of dying with him.

Knowing that he could resist this spear without dying, but unable to take his eyes off the tip of the blood-colored spear, Draculas could not restrain the fear in his heart, and instinctively withdrew his sword and stepped back, avoiding Zaca Anyas's decisive attack.

In fact, Draculas, who had just gained extraordinary strength, had not participated in many real battles, and after being embraced by the first generation of female true ancestors with his handsome appearance, Draculas's abilities were all practiced on humans and animals.

Humans and animals have long been completely domesticated, naturally they don't have any will to fight, they are allowed to be slaughtered, and torture and killing have not brought much useful combat experience to Draculas, at most, it is to increase the proficiency of some blood magic, and there is power but I don't know how to use it, which is also a common problem for most bloods,

Extraordinary strength is too easy to obtain, without any polishing, everything is to fight mosquitoes with anti-aircraft guns, in Vladimir's words, it is just a group of monkeys who have stolen human clothes, look like human beings, and are still a group of monkeys in front of real nobles.

In order to turn the monkey into a human, Blanc sensibly chose to go north to bully the Freljord barbarians, instead of going south to confront the Predators of the Noxian Empire, if he didn't figure out his position, I am afraid that all his efforts would be lost.

Therefore, the fundamental purpose of this battle is to defeat the bloodiness of the Blood Plague Legion and demonstrate the bravery of the Blood Warriors.

Powerful blood warriors can be clumsy, can make mistakes, and can even die in battle, but they should not have the psychology of fear of war.

Draculas retreated, and his face became a little more annoyed.

He had sensed the strange color in the eyes of the other Blood warriors.

On the other hand, Zaka'anyas, who is fighting with all his might, doesn't care what Draculas thinks, he only knows that the method of fighting for his life will work for Draculas.

"Hah!"

Without giving Draculas a respite, Zaca Ayas stepped forward and stabbed Draculas in the head again.

This time Draculas did not retreat, the Blood Flame Holy Sword in his hand slashed at the spear in Zaka'anyas's hand, the blood flashed, the spear was cut off by a sword, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror,

In the third sword, Draculas slashed off Zaka'anyas's right arm, and the blood dripping from the fracture spontaneously combusted without fire.

Zaka'anyas staggered back two steps, but finally couldn't stand still and fell to the ground.

"Zaka Anyas, you've lost."

After disarming the technique, the Blood Flame Sword in Draculas' hand turned into blood and merged into his body, and for Draculas, using the powerful technique of the Blood Flame Sword was not without burden.

In other words, it was already a shame to use the Blood Flame Holy Sword against a mortal.

"Now you can tell me your options."

The pale Zacaanyas glanced at his right arm, which was no longer burning, and then at his fellow clansmen, who had lost their courage and hope, and the proud barbarian warrior finally lowered his head.

He has done the best he can do, and he is desperate to choose to surrender at this moment.

"Zakaanyas is willing to lead the Rahogi tribe in the allegiance of the Blood King."

"Kneel, and then I will give you divine power."

Kneeling on his knees, Zaka'anyas lowered his head and allowed Draculas' sharp, blood-colored nails to pierce the side of his neck, strangely not feeling pain, but rather a special pleasure.

It's just that this pleasure comes and goes quickly, and when Draculas retracts his index finger, there is an extra domineering power in Zaka'anyas's body, and then there is a sharp pain in all parts of his body, Zaka'anyas begins to convulse, and the barbarian warrior who can't maintain his kneeling posture rolls around on the ground as if he has epilepsy, without the slightest image of a strong man.

Looking down at the barbarian warriors who had been completely controlled by himself, Draculas had a smile on his face, if Zaka Anyas was a beautiful girl, he wouldn't mind using a softer way to increase the number of heirs, but Zaka pressed Yas as a man, and made him ugly in front of his subordinates, he naturally didn't care about the emotions of a loser.

"This is the 'first embrace', it is the supreme gift of the superior blood to mortals, Zaka Anyas, you have endured severe pain, you are a member of the blood dynasty."

Screaming and rolling on the ground, Zaca'anyas had no ability to think at all, and just dealing with the source blood that was eroding his body consumed all his energy.

Almost ten minutes later, the blood in Zaka's body was devoured by the source blood, and the heart was shaped by the source blood to open up a pool of blood, no longer beating, and the barbarian warrior became a true bloodline.

Looking down at Zaka Ayas, whose eyes were not very respectful, Draculas opened his right hand and began to pull Zaka to press the source blood in Yas's body.

"Ahhh!!h

The dead heart seemed to be grasped by a hand, and began to stir violently, the few sources of blood in the blood pool began to boil and burn, and Zaka'anyas lay on the ground and wailed.

"I know you are very unwilling, so I remind you that your source blood comes from me, I can let your source blood evaporate at any time, and turn you into a pile of ashes, according to the blood rank, I am your father, remember, never disobey your father's orders, otherwise you will be worse than dead."

"I ...... Know...... ......"

Hearing that Zaka'anyas relented, Draculas stopped his torture of Zaka'anyas.

"Now, fill your pool of blood with your people, restore your severed arm with the blood of your pool, and then distribute your source blood to your people, Zakaanyas, prove your abilities to me, and don't keep me waiting."

With that, Draculas turned and left, not knowing where he had gone.

Trembling from the ground, Zaka Ayas came to his kind, gritted his teeth and whispered.

"I'm sorry, but I had to do this in order to keep more people alive...... At the very least, young people have to be kept alive. ”

"No need to apologize, if it weren't for you, we useless old guys would definitely be tortured to death by this group of monsters, kid, you've done your best."

An old man took the initiative to stand up, raised his hands bound by the magic blood chain, and his face was peaceful.

"I'd rather be killed by you than humiliated like this by those disgusting monsters, do it, die in your hands, happy!"

"Child, if we old fellows are not enough, you must not be merciful to others, and make sure that you can survive first."

"yes, do what you want, people here...... If you can live, count a few, and only if you live can you have hope......"

Wish...... Is this really there......

With hesitation, Zakaanyas nodded heavily, walked up to an old man, his fangs sticking out, and bit down on the old man's neck.

After a few breaths, the old man who had been drained of the essence of life turned into a dried corpse, Zakaanyas wiped the corners of his eyes, but what he saw was a touch of blood that could not be dissolved, the man suppressed his grief, and held the dried corpse lightly on the ground.

Killed an old man who watched him grow up, his blood pool was restored by five percent, if the ordinary blood in the blood pool was condensed into a source blood that could transform others, there would definitely be no one left for the old man here, and most of the middle-aged people would have to die.

Only the young adults and children of the tribe have a chance of survival.

Perhaps that's what Draculas wants.

After killing thirty-five old people, the blood obtained by Zaka'anyas was worthy of rebirth and broken arms, and by the time enough source blood was condensed, there were already ninety-five people left from more than two hundred people, all of whom were transformed into second-level bloodlines by Zaka'anyas.

Draculas emerged from the darkness.

"Well done, Zaka Ayas, I allow you to lead your clan to join His Majesty's Blood King's expeditionary force, and get ready before dawn."

Draculas and the other descendants finally left, and with grief they gave the order to collect the bodies and pack their belongings for their people, and Zaka'anyas hesitated back to his tent, staring at his tent in amazement, and Zaka'anyas remembered that his slave girl was still hiding in the tent.

"Aniah? Aniya are you still around? ”

There was no response in the tent, and his heart tightened, and Zaka Anyas rushed directly into the tent, only to see a red-eyed girl who was unclothed and whose complexion had turned pale was sitting on the edge of the bed with an indifferent face, and Zaka Anyas didn't need to think much about it to know what had just happened.

The girl's body exuded the breath of blood, and the concentration of source blood was not lower than his.

Annia swallowed the psychological grievances, her eyes became more indifferent, such an attitude made Zaka Aanyas's heart skip a beat, the man was a little angry, but more at a loss, a stomach full of anger and doubt could not be spoken.

"Aniah, you...... Who is ......?"

"Now that I'm Lord Draculas's handmaiden, my master has asked me to keep an eye on you, Zaka'anyas, and you'd better not do anything that upsets your master."

"You, how did you end up like this?"

"You abandoned me first, and then I found a strong master for myself, what's wrong?"

“…… But I have never abandoned you......"

"You asked me to wait for you here, but where were you when I was bullied by others?"

Aniah's eyes were red, and the bloodline would not shed tears, only blood.

Zaca'anyas's eyes were filled with rage, and he finally knew where Draculas had gone when he had killed his kind.

Draculas talks about respecting himself, but he doesn't really think of himself as a human being at all.

Remorseful that he had left Annia here alone, Zaca Aanyas stepped forward to wipe the blood from Anya's face, but Annia shrank back in fear, leaving the man frozen on the spot, silent.

At this moment, the feeling of powerlessness in my heart is even more profound than the defeat to Draculas.

"You...... Prepare for it, and when dawn comes, we'll be leaving. ”

Leaving the last sentence, Zaka Anyas did not continue to persecute Annya and turned to leave.

……

Draculas's actions in the Rahogi tribe are only a tiny microcosm of the Northland War, the Blood Plague Legion starts with only 5,000 people, but it spreads even more terrifying than a virus.

The net-like legion marched all the way to infect, and the barbarian tribes along the way were either reduced to blood servants or became food for the bloodblood, except for the ferocious bear people hidden in the wind and snow, the blood plague army suffered almost no losses, and the snowball became bigger and bigger, and soon expanded to 30,000 people, including the blood servant army.

In a bitter cold place like Freljord, the Blood Plague Legion has shown the characteristics of strong adaptability, and the body of the bloodline transformed by the source blood is close to that of the undead, not afraid of the cold and heat, and the blood pool will hardly have any consumption without fighting, as long as it is a flesh creature, it can be used as food, eliminating the problem of logistics.

In just over five months, the vanguard tribal servants of the Blood Plague Legion had reached less than a hundred miles east of the Lakstak Sanctuary.

Recruited by the Ice Empress Lisandro of the Frostguard Clan, the Avarosa Clan, the Winterclaw Clan, and the remaining twenty-two small Freljord clans formed an alliance and garrisoned the Sanctuary of Lakstak and the Ancient Frost Pass.

The Frostguard Fortress sent troops further north, and with the help of the Frost River, it used magic to build a Great Wall of Ice that traverses the two mountain ranges in the east and west, successfully stopping the invasion of the Blood Plague Legion.

Noxian calendar, 982 AD.

At the beginning of spring, a total of twenty-five northern tribes of Freljord, led by the Frostguard Clan, the Avarosa Clan, and the Claws of Winter, held an emergency war meeting at the Lakstak Sanctuary.

All of a sudden, the small Lakstak Sanctuary became full of talents, with endless dragons and phoenixes, and even lone swimmers who were thrown into the ice lake for openly pursuing other tribes' war mothers, forcibly cooling their boiling immortal grips in the near-freezing water.

According to the comprehensive strength ranking of the tribes, Glenna, the war mother of the Avarosa tribe, became the great chief of the coalition forces, and the war mother of the Claws of Winter, Gorgia, became the second chief, and with her own hard power, she provided more than 30 frost guard witches and three ice weapons for the coalition army, and the big witch of the frost guard clan became the three chiefs.

With the exception of the three chieftains, the other tribes, ranging in number from a hundred to a thousand, were all obedient to orders, and with the whole of Freljord in a group, anyone who dared to risk the world's condemnation to do something stupid to escape from the battle would not be as simple as extermination.

The Sanctuary of Lakstak, under the idol of Queen Avarosa of ancient times,

The twenty-five Ice Thrones made by the Frost Witch are arranged in order of prestige, with the closest to the statue of Queen Avarosa sitting Glenna, the War Mother, and Glenna to the right and left of the Frostguard Witches, Loxani and Kogiya.

Arranged on both sides of the lower side in turn, it was just filled with twenty-two tribal leaders, including the War Mother, the War Father, and some wanderer tribes who were united by the defeat of the struggle, both named and unnamed, and there were the core forces of each tribe as bystanders in the distance.

Although the coalition forces are somewhat uneven, they have gathered more than 20,000 tribal warriors who can carry weapons, but they are also magnificent.

(End of chapter)