The snowy land of the eternal night, washed by the moonlight, contains unknown coldness and danger.

The moonlight, though bright, could not completely dispel the shadows that shrouded the snow.

Sigrid stood in front of Lanch, fists clenched, the cold wind blowing through her hair.

The beret she had never taken off had fallen from the snow and tumbling when she had just jumped out of the car.

I saw that on her light-colored hair, there was a pair of wolf ears that looked like an orc.

Her breath was chaotic, each breath turning into a tiny white mist that merged with the snowflakes.

"Sigrid ......"

Ranch had never been interested in probing into other people's secrets until he saw Sigrid's ears and finally convinced him of some suspicions.

According to the ancient books he had seen at the last Shadow World Templar Villain's dinner, pure wolf clans would have some characteristics that resembled wolf orcs in the moonlight.

And Sigrid, with the grace of the moonlight, has obviously become stronger.

"I'm not human, but I'm not a bad person."

Sigrid looked wearily at the night sky and whispered to herself.

Although she would become stronger at night and enough to fight against the sixth order, the absolute gap between the sixth and seventh orders could not be made up by any skill.

What's more, at night she only gains physical ability and regeneration power enhancement, while the blood clan is immortal at night.

Even if it is a seventh-order powerhouse, it may not be able to consume more energy than the Blood Earl.

Sigrid didn't understand why the Bloodline Count in the distance hadn't attacked, but the other party had apparently noticed her ears as well.

Until, the Earl of the Blood Clan looked at the person behind her with a little grace and saluted.

"Mr. Rocky, I'm very interested in you, and if you're willing to cooperate with our Bloodline, we won't hurt you."

Count Gregory looked at Ranch rather amicably, and spoke.

He had long known the craftsman's skill—a work of art capable of repairing and perfecting divine qualities, and as a human being of such a treasure, he could not bear to harm it.

Whether it is to make him his own dependent, or to dedicate it to the First Ancestor, it is of inestimable value.

"Although I am very interested in who your true identity is in the Alien Empire, I can ask these questions slowly."

Count Grigory folded his hands and said in a relaxed manner.

Such a royal master must be a national treasure in the Alien Empire, but in his intelligence, the Alien Empire does not have such a powerful figure as "Rocky McCarthy".

The reason why he wanted to disguise himself as a character named Rocky McCarthy to envoy the orc city-state was most likely because he was a prominent figure in the Alien Empire itself and didn't want to attract too much attention.

But the highest should be a minister.

In any case, the value on him has become more and more.

It's not easy to cram a high-ranking spy into the Wartime Empire.

“……”

Sigrid gripped Ranch's wrist for a minute.

She couldn't understand why the weak artist behind her could remain so calm at this moment.

It was as if he didn't have a heartbeat.

Could it be that he had figured it out, and it was impossible for the Blood Clan to be willing to kill him?

"Good, I'm a big fan of humans who can communicate."

Grigory observed Ranch's state and was satisfied.

The other party did not show panic or hostility towards the blood clan, and was a rational human who knew how to deal with current affairs.

"But...... If you want me to treat you well, there's only one thing you have to do now. ”

Count Gregory continued, pointing at Sigrid with his cocked fingertips,

"Give her to me."

In fact, before tracking them here, he didn't expect that there would be additional gains.

I was able to run into a remnant of the wolf clan.

And the color of her hair and eyes, the more she observed, the more Gregory felt good.

It was no surprise that she was the werewolf that the Fourth Ancestor, Lord Duke Eduardo, was looking for.

As Gregory's words fell, following his fingertips, a thick layer of blood-colored magic filled the area, turning into an invisible wall around Ranchi and Sigrid, enveloping them in a blood-colored light curtain.

Sigrid's instincts were as sharp as the blade of a knife, sensing the strange danger that was creeping through the air.

A massive transparent cage emerges, and the Count's unique Bloodline magic traps everything around Ranchi and Sigrid.

"Little guy, the reason why I haven't hurt you now is because I want to ask you, did you escape from the Moon Goddess Temple?"

Count Gregory, having caught the two men, asked calmly.

“……”

Sigrid's gaze stared coldly into the distance, pulling Rankie's wrist a little tighter.

"Hmph."

Seeing that Sigrid did not answer, and that the Imperial Craftsman did not react, Count Gregory shook his head and smiled,

"Actually, I also participated in the bloody moon disaster of the wolf clan that day, the last pure land of the wolf clan, and how many wolves did I kill? I don't remember. ”

He looked at his fingers and counted them but didn't come up with an answer.

"I only know that it is really difficult to have a wolf clan with the same hair color as you, and I actually tried my best to fight with the Fourth Ancestor, just to let the weak wolf clan escape as much as possible."

Grigory looked at the moonlight in the clouds and recalled, an unforgettable sight for him, as far away as he could see, the once-thriving temple of the Moon Goddess in the Holy Land, in ruins, and the collapsed buildings littered with withered and severed wolf limbs.

Whether it is an old sage, a wolf girl, or a child, their blood has long been sucked dry or evaporated, and even if they just walk by, the rich aroma of blood will come to their nostrils.

The entire Wolf Clan's holy land has been reduced to a place for their blood clan's feasts after their carnival.

"It's a pity that in the end, only one cub was successfully escaped."

Thinking of this, the corners of Count Gregory's mouth unconsciously flashed with a happy sense of satisfaction.

Sure enough, it was as he expected.

In the distance, Sigrid's figure was silent, her face covered in shadows, her hair covering her eyes.

She was not shaken or de-equanimated by Count Gregory's words, but her fingers trembled slightly, the veins on the back of her hand twitched, and the anger in her heart was about to burn her up.

In her evoked memory, the blood-colored moonlight shone brightly, and a sense of absurdity and psychedelia that suffocated her enveloped the last temple of the Moon Goddess.

Until now, it made her want to tremble.

"Little girl, your reaction, it seems that I guessed correctly."

Count Gregory snapped his fingers, he stared at Sigrid, and asked in a voice further assured,

“…… Do you know how ugly your father was when his spine was pulled out when he was killed at the hands of the Fourth Ancestor? I didn't expect to bump into you here, and I'm sure he'll be quite happy when he brings your body to the Fourth Ancestor. ”

Count Gregory watched with satisfaction the wolf cub, who had not yet grown up and had nowhere to run, and looked forward to her collapse.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being the heir of the strongest warrior of the wolf clan, and even has a fighting talent that the wolf king does not have.

At such a young age, he climbed to the fifth order on his own.

Fortunately, it didn't let her continue to grow.

In the future, the ancestor will no longer have to worry about the revival of the wolf clan, and it will be good to snuff out this last seedling.

After killing Sigrid with his own hands, he will be rewarded by the Duke of Eduardo, the Fourth Progen.

If you want to be promoted to a marquis-level blood clan, it is impossible if you don't have the bloodline rewards of the first five ancestors.

Everything was perfectly arranged to indulge Count Gregory in the rare happiness of the moment.

Far away in the snow, Sigrid still didn't respond to him.

“……”

Sigrid was sure she hadn't escaped.

Since that day, she has escaped from her hometown, and every day and night, she has felt like the Bloods are chasing her.

After all, he shouldn't be alive, maybe he would die with his parents one day.

"You've wanted to die for a long time, I know it's painful for you to be alive, I'm going to send you to meet your parents, this human being is very good to you, right?"

Gregory's eyes could not hide his obsession and intoxication, and his desire to completely disintegrate Sigre's mentality was undisguised.

"If you want him to survive like this, it's best not to continue to harm him."

Count Gregory's palms were raised, his fingers slightly upturned, as if he could control the entire snowy region at any moment, and there was a hint of kindness in his eyes, as if admiring the prey he had caught.

He wanted the little werewolf to know that he didn't really mind killing this human as well, so don't try to use him as a hostage to delusional things.

The only choice she had was whether to die with this human or let him live alone.

"Alright, let's make a decision."

Gregory's voice echoed like a death knell on the snowy field.

Count Gregory's voice was full of majesty in every word.

Under this blood moon he is the ruler of the night, and the will of all humans is insignificant.

"Count of the Blood......"

Sigrid's voice was mixed with pent-up anger.

Once she closes her eyes, there is not a moment when she is not alone or lonely.

The fifth-order is a baron, she can win, and if the sixth-order viscount is at night, she also has the power to fight.

But if there is a seventh-order blood clan, she only has to wait for death.

The time was too short for her to grow strong enough to threaten the Bloodline.

Sigrid felt a heavy tiredness and weakness that spread through her hands and feet.

Her gaze fell helplessly on Rankie.

“……”

That's a kind of thanks, thank you for meeting such an interesting person at the end of your life.

Unfortunately, she didn't grow up.

After a moment, Sigrid whispered to Ranch beside her.

"Mr. Rocky......"

"Huh?"

Ranch's ears tilted slightly, listening to her words.

Before Ranch could wait for Sigrid to continue speaking, Sigrid had already let go of Lanchi's wrist, and the small figure walked alone towards Count Gregory.

"Goodbye."

She said.

Her life is worthless, but she knows that people like Rocky can't die, as long as he lives, there is still hope for the Pyrant Empire, maybe he can deceive the Earl of the Blood Clan and continue to escape back to the Velant Empire to become a double agent.

He's a good guy.

"That's right."

Count Gregory licked his teeth with a hint of approval, and he couldn't wait to suck the sweet blood of the wolf cub dry.

Although the dried corpse of the wolf clan will be ugly, it will also be a valuable collection if the corpse of this extinct wolf cub is stored in his palace.

“……”

Sigrid knew what her fate would hold.

She'd seen too many people die at the hands of the Blood.

The strange thing is that she is not much afraid in her heart now, she only feels that she is about to be relieved.

The only regret is that she can't go back to the Empire to tell her younger siblings about the interesting things that await her younger siblings along the way.

Just thinking about it, she didn't know why, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She didn't really want to die, and it wasn't until the moment she was determined to die that she realized how little she had left, but what she still wanted to keep.

Her life may have no meaning, but the sacrifices of her people have given her life a different meaning, and she is the last flame that her father desperately protects.

However, it was at the moment when Sigrid felt that her heart hurt so much that she could not breathe.

It felt like someone had grabbed her hand.

It was a big warm hand, just like the few memories left of the memories of my parents.

Sigrid looked back in amazement and dismay.

I saw that Lan Qi was looking at her, his eyes full of helplessness.

“……”

"You can negotiate, but never compromise with criminals, you still have a lot to learn."

Lanchi smiled and squeezed her hand and pulled her back.

That look seemed to tell her to rest assured.

Sigrid briefly stared at Ranchi's beautiful emerald green eyes, stumbling and her lips slightly open.

But without saying anything, he was led by his side.

This brief turn of events made Count Gregory frown in the distance.

Count Gregory began to approach again, his steps silently on the snow, keeping a distance, his eyes with transcendent indifference.

The blood-colored magic began to focus on the fingertips of Count Gregory, and the air in the direction it was pointing was distorted into a dark blood-colored ring, devouring everything around it, as if it could crush objects in an instant.

The blood-colored arcs that appear in space further limit the range of movement of Sigrid and Ranchi.

"Oh? Looks like you want to die together? ”

Count Gregory lowered his clasped hands,

"I thought you were a smart man, Mr. Rocky......"

He pressed his thumb to his knuckles, his voice a little muffled, and his eyes were stained with murderous intent.

The air flow on the snowfield was ruthlessly pressed the pause button, and in the dim snow curtain, the breath of blood-colored magic quickly heated up.

The cold blood-colored aperture in the surrounding air became more and more intense.

(End of chapter)