Purple electric snakes tore through the sky, and thunder echoed through the dark earth like a mournful sigh.

Under the thunderous light, Dalm was as inviolable as a monarch in the night, and the withered old trees bent their branches, crooked like old tentacles, slowly extending into the interior of this ancient temple.

In fact, Dalm Manor is more like an old castle.

The Gothic style of architecture has been embodied here to the extreme, and the top floor, which is as sharp as a long sword, seems to have been greatly wronged, and desperately rushes into the sky, like a sword flower of resentment and anger, intending to pour out the pain of this soil that has been criticized by the world for thousands of years.

There is an extreme species living here, they are attacked and slaughtered by believers, but there is no lack of admiration and praise by admirers, and the two completely different tangled feelings give this creature a touch of mysterious beauty.

It just so happens that the bards of the Eternal Continent always like to seek inspiration for their creations on some strange creatures, and without even the consent of these strange species, they forcibly give them such strange words as "monarch in the night", "lonely and elegant nightcrawler", and "king of darkness".

So for those who are so bored that they only shake their lips and dance all day long, there is nothing more crazy for them than the two magical words of blood.

Legend has it that their ancestor Cain was the first wicked man in the world, and that the great and merciful God of Light did not kill him, but instead sent down the boring curse of 'never seeing the light in the next life, hiding in a dark and ignorant corner', but he did not seem to feel the slightest discomfort with this curse when he was favored by the god of darkness, because in the eternal world under the endless night, he would gain unparalleled power, this absolute physical power, enough for him to tear apart the false light.

With the change of times, epics have died out, myths have been destroyed, legends have been repeated, and the ancient blood clan has grown stronger, because no matter in that world, there will be human beings with dark and evil hearts, there is no doubt about this.

A long-lost guest has arrived at Dalme Manor.

Raising the goblet in his hand, a soft smile appeared on the old face of the tenth head of the Max lineage, as warm as a spring breeze, and the bright and confident face looked out of place with the strange and calm Darm Manor.

A low voice reached the void like a sigh.

"Viscount Gurlet, heir to the golden left sword of the past glory, your arrival has made this sad land feel the warmth of a long time, but, my friend, you must not forget who we are, if you wear the Shining Armor only so that our old ice cubes can slowly melt under the endless sun, I, as the king of one of the thirteen main branches of the blood clan, will not care whether you can still pick up the long sword of the past. ”

Viscount Gurlett tasted the blood-red wine in the goblet alone, the armor on his body made him as bright as the only firefly left in the Black Forest, and as the mellow wine crossed his throat, Goulett's old face showed an expression of enjoyment: "Noble Immortal, King of the Night, once a wonderful and bloody encounter made me get acquainted with you, although my sword is stained with your black blood, I believe that this will not affect the friendship between the two, right?" Moreover, I have come to this cursed castle today, but I have come to you for your help in an important matter, and the Marquis of Mox, please come out from under the cover of the night, for there will never be light here. ”

The dark castle was like a demon in the endless night, a faint but clear murmur quietly echoed in the Great Hall of Dalm, and the ancient clock with a medieval style suddenly rattled like a wind, howling winds, and breathtaking thunder and lightning, the three were intimately intertwined with a breath of destruction.

A huge oil painting loomed in the lightning, the scream of a blood-red bat flew over the skylight sill carved with strange patterns, and the thick black mist silently permeated the surroundings of the Great Hall, and although a satisfied smile hung on the corner of Old Goulet's mouth, a trace of solemnity and unease could be faintly seen in his eyes.

Like the murmur of a demon, it signifies killing and resentment.

"And God said, We are an ominous representative, and we do not see the light all day long, and we have forsaken all the people of blood. ”

The blood-eyed bat was hidden in the layers of black mist, and it was gone.

Cain's ancestors also said that everything in God is a lie, and we can choose to be God's puppets or we can choose to weave true rules in our own power. ”

The black fog gradually faded, and the vicissitudes of the auditorium drum bell rang three times, striking at every darkness of Dalm Manor, and the dead branches of the old trees seemed to come to life, like countless tentacles with only life, enveloping the entire manor.

"Compared to the Gospel of Light, which the ascetics chanted under the scorching sun, I think the world created in the Plague of Cain is much better. It's like this Alberon royal wine, and the taste is real. ”

Viscount Goulette enthusiastically walked to the huge oil painting, which was written in a rich and colorful style, a powerful heretic who had been cursed in the mouth of the world for thousands of years.

"Yes, Marquis Dalm Mox. ”

Raising the wine glass in his hand again, aiming at the center of the black mist, Viscount Max Gurlett did not have a trace of old dragon clock, his golden curls fluttered absurdly in the wind, arrogant as lamenting the powerful supreme lion king in the mountains.

The terrifying blood-colored veins spread with a low, uneasy murmur in the last remaining black mist, and the power of strange laws permeated the entire Dalme Manor, which was the lament of the cursed beings.

"Old friend, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you are becoming more and more like a businessman, whether it is words or temperament, or the act of bribing others with other people's property, this has made the armor of glory on your body covered with a layer of dust, when it comes to face, you humans do have a thickness that other races cannot match. ”

A handsome young man with a pale face walked out of the black mist, stepping out of the mysterious magic formations under his feet, and his whole body was tightly covered with a golden wide robe, and the coat of arms on it was a forbidden pattern that had existed forever on the Eternal Continent.

Accumulation of bones, blood-colored wings.

Viscount Goulette unexpectedly blushed, his mouth staggered, and then he looked at the red liquid that he held tightly in his hand and exuded a rich aroma of wine, and was speechless for a while.

"Don't worry, after sneaking in the dark for too long, and occasionally want to make some innocuous jokes, come on, old friend, sit down and talk slowly. ”

The pale and handsome young man has an unimaginable calmness, there are no loopholes between the words, and the seamless words make the old Gurlet unconsciously squint his eyes, this feeling is not the first time, just like facing a hereditary archduke who has been in a high position for a long time in the Tustin Kingdom, every time he sees Mox, he feels so shocked and uneasy.

Could it be that the curse of the God of Light is real, and that these immortals can live until the day when they are sealed as historical relics?

Old Goulette looked at the huge oil painting hanging from the wall.

"The name of the night, and the day has no light. ”

Mox muttered a groan, his dexterous left hand sweeping through the void air, as if searching for the strange magical elves that roamed the land.

"All iniquities, in Cain's name. ”

The black fog was filled, and the blood-colored magic array appeared on the steel stone floor in the center of the auditorium, and countless little ones with little lights gathered around the magic array with laughter, and in an instant, a table and two chairs were quietly condensed.

"Wine is a thousand glasses for a confidant, this old chant comes from the history of a legendary supreme civilization, although it is a little old, but I am sure that His Excellency Goulette must know what I mean. ”

Indifferently retracted his left hand, Mox's handsome face showed a trace of exhaustion, slowly took steps, and sat elegantly on one of the chairs, even if he was extremely difficult to construct a material form out of thin air, as for how difficult it was, it might as well be an analogy, at least those great magicians who were praised by human beings could not do it in their lifetimes.

Creation is always an imitation of the old ancestors, and Viscount Goulet, who is well versed in the laws of nobility, narrowed his eyes at this moment, and this time the act that should have surprised him did not seem to make waves as he hoped.

"The aging of Dalm Manor, alas, forget it, should be replaced by the spirits of my Max family, after all, elegance and mellow are no longer suitable for this era. ”

Turning the golden ring in his hand, Old Gurlet smiled helplessly, in addition to the pain, there was also a trace of vicissitudes and loneliness, the dazzling light emitted by the ring made the Marquis of Mox frown, according to this innate rejection of all light, at the moment when the golden light ended, the thousand-year-old immortal showed a satisfied smile.

Old Gwlett had two more wine glasses in his hands, with high legs and round bottoms, which bloomed with different colors over time, mysterious and beautiful.

"Max Goulett, a noble human powerhouse, a former meritorious servant of the Tustin Kingdom, we are honored to have you here, especially since you have brought you the unsettling Max Ageing, and the Tigris Wine Cup, which is as precious as the seventh-order Warcraft crystal nucleus, well, now that everything is ready, let's start this wonderful conversation. ”

Marquis Mox's pale face revealed elegance everywhere, like a real human noble, no, more than those human nobles, a touch of strange nobility, like the waning moon under the black night sky, always with weirdness and mystery. However, when he saw the two wine glasses that were gently suspended in the palm of Gurlet's hand, he could no longer be calm, just like a **beautiful woman suddenly appeared in the men's bathhouse, and he couldn't help but reveal a fanatical demeanor that was difficult to hide, and an inexplicable interpretation of the four words "sheep into the tiger's mouth**.

Stretching out his white left hand to signal Gulet to sit down, the air seemed to be filled with a sense of anxiety, the blood-colored winged crest on Mox's robe was emitting bursts of dark light, and the blood clan that had been criticized by the world for thousands of years now looked more cute than those ugly humans who could only chew their tongues, at least they didn't deliberately hide their inner **.

Viscount Gurlett nodded indifferently, ignoring the so-called aristocratic demeanor, and sat on the chair made of those bare elves, and twisted his not plump buttocks a few times from time to time, as if he wanted to enjoy the treasures in his hands before they left him.

If the poor little ones who had been tormented under his ass had opened their mouths, now Lord Max Goulet would have been strangled to death on the gallows for his rudeness. Rude and stingy, these two pathologies that have been rejected by others, could be born in the body of a human powerhouse, and it really defiled his shining knight's armor.

Unable to hear the wailing and lamentation of the elves, Viscount Goulette carefully twitched the wine glass in his hand, and the faintly bloody eyes of the Marquis of Mox also rolled up and down with the gesture of the old viscount, for fear that this old and decrepit old bone would accidentally destroy these things that were tens of thousands of times more precious than the best magic crystal nucleus.

The old viscount, who looked at Mox's struggling face, also seemed to understand something, and suddenly his face straightened, and Goulett's momentum became solid and steady, just like a restless active volcano that instantly stopped and turned into a stable earth mountain made of gravel and sand, so that Mox, who was elegantly swallowing saliva and smelling the aroma of wine on the side, was a little confused.

"Old friend, what do you need, and I want to say it bluntly, don't show off the hypocritical merchant skills of humans in front of the noble blood clan, it will be useless to us!"

When he convulsed again and watched the Tigris wine glass almost fall from the old viscount's hand and become the most primitive material shattered to the ground, Mox finally couldn't help but speak, this is driven by **.