Chapter 123: The Inheritors from the Five Clans (Part I)

"Oh haha...... Isn't that interesting!Beauty, resist as hard as you can, let me enjoy it..."Seeing that the woman in front of her was not afraid, but had a charming and calm smile. Gao Zhugan laughed excitedly, apparently satisfied with his prey's reaction.

"Hunting interest!" With Gao Zhugan's loud drink, I saw him move, and at the same time that his right fist turned into a palm, the original blue light also instantly turned into a faint red light. He jumped at March, aiming his right palm at March's neck, trying to stun her.

"It seems that they are two thieves, and they still have no eyesight and patience to say!" Seeing Gao Zhugan who pounced like a vicious dog, March was still standing in place, motionless, without the slightest panic.

At the same time, the low barrel came slowly, and he was able to see March's calm demeanor, which made him hesitate: why did she, as a prey, have the posture of a hunter?

But his doubts were immediately solved, because as he approached and he was engrossed in observing, he finally got a glimpse of a clue: behind the goblin with its little tiger teeth exposed, a conspicuous fox tail was swaying happily from side to side!

"It's not good, it's a deception!

"Damn, it's a trick!" the low wooden barrel broke out in a cold sweat, and his heart was even more remorseful, he didn't expect that their brothers had been walking on the path for many years, and they were confused for a while, and what was in front of them was a big fish, which was clearly a trap disguised by the damn vixen.

In the blink of an eye, the dwarf barrel had already made a decision, he owed Gao Zhugan the favor of his life. So I saw him grit his teeth and inhale sharply, which made his round belly full of size.

And after that, his speed instantly increased several times, so that it was too late to say that it was fast, when Gao Zhugan's fist was about to approach March, at the moment when March's body was about to move. The low barrel flew down with a punch, and at the same time he shouted, "Brother, hurry!" However, before he could get out of his mouth, March's right hand had already plunged into his chest and pierced his heart.

"Dwarf Dog Day, what are your nerves, how dare you beat me?"

Gao Zhugan, who fell to the ground with a "bang", struggled to get up, and scolded loudly, but after a while, he couldn't scold anymore, because he saw an indescribably terrifying scene:

I saw that the woman was covered in a strange blue light, standing there, her bewitching face was full of evil smiles, and the woman's outstretched right arm directly penetrated the body of the low barrel, and strands of blood flowed down from the low barrel......

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On the left side of the street, on the side towards the slums, tall buildings in the Gothic style are lined up one after another. The Château de Santa Slave stands tall among these magnificent buildings.

As the residence and administrative place of the lord of the slave city, it took the Gothic style to the extreme: the shape of the whole building is extremely strong, and the light vertical lines run through the whole body.

Both the walls and towers are divided and delineated the higher they go, the more ornamented they are, and the more delicate they are, and the top of them all have sharp small spires that pierce the sky. Not only are all the roofs pointed, but the upper ends of the building parts and details are also pointed.

This style of styling, which is characterized by its height, straightness, pointedness, and strong upward momentum, is a symbol of power, and not only that, but the entire surface of the building is engraved with silver five-clawed dragons, which wrap around the building and give the illusion that it will soar to the sky at any moment.

On the second floor of the Castle of the Holy Slave, on both sides of the portico of the main entrance, there are guards wrapped in black robes. Turning right down the hallway, there is a large living room, where the main feature is a large conference table in the center. The conference table is a rectangular table in the shape of a horseshoe, and at the end of it, away from the entrance, is placed with a golden dragon chair. On either side of it, twenty cork chairs are placed equidistantly.

On one side of the conference table, near the first seat of the dragon chair, sat a handsome young man full of evil spirit. He has the characteristic characteristics of the earthly people: long gray shawl hair and gray eyes. And the golden robe printed with the five-clawed divine dragon on his body is showing his noble identity: the next master of the Nucheng Elder's House - His Majesty the Dragon Heavenly Crown.

Sitting precariously, the dragon chair stared at the man on the dragon chair with extremely hot eyes. This handsome man has the standard characteristics of the Sword Clan: long silver hair and silver eyes.

However, he did not wear the "two long swords, armor, and mask" of the sword clan. "Standard attire. Instead, he wears a strange silver cloak.

It is a cloak printed with snowflakes of various sizes and petals, and a conspicuous "snow" mark is printed on the back.

The snowflake pattern symbolizes the supreme power of the cloak owner, in the Yizhi continent, although the snowflake is ruthless, it is the highest belief of people, and the power and nobility represented by the snowflake pattern exceed the existence of the Xueyi holy dragon totem in the Yi culture.

The word "snow" illustrates the noble status of the owner of the cloak: the Snow Group, the highest authority that directly obeys and is accountable to the three great elders.

And the man in front of him is the leader of the blue group of the snow group: Sanye Po. As the second person born into the Sword clan but able to ignore the constraints of his clan's rules, Po's deeds and reputation are a legend that every troubadour sings about his life.

"This is a legendary man!" Long Tian silently broke the definition in his heart. In short, Po is a figure that even the ever-conceited self is revered. Moreover, a bomb that he provoked this time was calmed down and defused precisely because of the pressure of Po.

The so-called bomb, specifically, is the competition incident in which the seventh princess of the Servant Beast Clan, Shiyue, died under the Seven Pleasure Sword, the princess of the Servant Sword Clan. This is a misguided conspiracy, a fatal mistake made by oneself, who has never failed.

This bomb directly deepened the contradiction between the Beast Clan and the Sword Clan, so much so that just now, the White Tiger Elder of the Beast Clan and the Xuanwu Elder of the Sword Clan almost made a move. Although the white tiger pointed the finger at Xuanwu on the surface, his eyes like poisonous snakes bit himself tightly from time to time.

In Long Tian's reverie, Po's eyes also looked at everyone like a military parade. On both sides of the conference table, there are representatives of the five ethnic groups who participated in this "Double Dragon Pig Hunt", and they are all the most powerful new generation of the clan.

First to his left are the rookies who represent the side of the House of Elders of Nu City. The first representative is the dragon heaven of the dust clan, who is one of the protagonists of this holy war. Known as the best inheritor of the Nucheng Elders' House in a hundred years, he is now showing his excellent aristocratic upbringing: elegant sitting posture, eyes fixed on him. He was waiting for his own speech.

The second representative is the third prince of the Sword Clan, Liuyong, who has the unique characteristics of the Sword Clan: clean short silver hair and silver eyes. At only eighteen years old, he has a huge body, with a height of two meters and five, and even if the muscles of his body are wrapped in armor, people can feel his explosive power.