The Marcus family is not too powerful in Soma County, which borders the Holy Alliance, and the title of viscount is neither high nor low, and it is even more bleak and unremarkable in the Midnight Court, which has the longest history and the most powerful among the three empires. The only thing that is commendable is that they have been rooted in Soma County for an surprisingly long time, so long that even if they have always lived in seclusion and have not even impressed the civilians under their rule, they are still a presence in Soma County that can never be taken lightly.

But if a heraldic or historian examines the genealogy of Marcas, he may find that even after hundreds of years of multiplication, the descendants of the children who actually bear the surname Marcus are surprisingly rare, which is completely different from the common sense of the aristocratic image of many illegitimate children who indulge in desires and even make up the truth and falsehood.

Similarly, if one lives long enough and has the heart, they may find that time seems to favor the members of the Marcus family, both men and women, and the slow passage of youth will make these ignorant commoners understand why the Midnight Court would arrange the Marcas family, who seem to be politically and forcefully unremarkable in Soma County, where conflict and war may break out at any time.

The Marcas family is one of the thirteen behemoths that have been hidden in the darkness and have controlled the Midnight Court for an unknown number of years, and will continue to do so.

Yes, they are the legendary dark dependents who sobbed blood in exchange for immortality and power, a family of vampires, born with physical qualities and magical affinities far beyond mortals.

It's just that although the starting point of the blood clan is high, it has just been born with the power of not weaker than that of formal knights and magicians, and it has a nearly endless lifespan, but it seems to be the law of compensation for fate in the underworld, if you are not lucky enough to inherit the power passed down from generation to generation by the elders to advance rapidly, and it is impossible to be extravagant enough to use the blood of the golden and even the awakened origin of the strong as daily food, they or they, every step forward, it takes an astonishingly long time, compared to the elves, Dragons and other immortals are much more difficult, which is more difficult than the difficulty of developing offspring, which restricts them from lurking in the darkness rather than developing into an upright genre like elves and dwarves.

Although it has been a full twenty years since the first possession, according to the Bloodline's point of view, Lake · Marcus is still the most standard newborn, and he is not even allowed to leave his hometown to go out alone, and what is worse is that although he still has the surname of Torredot, which is unknown to ordinary people, which means that the Marcus family is the orthodoxy of the thirteen clans, but the ancestor who differentiated the branch of Marcus is only a seventh-generation descendant who is not very powerful, and when it comes to the Ryker family, the bloodline is already very thin, and his parents are not generous enough to feed him more than the average level of strength when they first embrace.

In fact, the Torredots have often wasted centuries of their time in ridiculous attempts at making art rather than tapping into the power of their blood. The near-eternal lifespan only gives them more time to enjoy themselves.

It's like now.

Lake took a sip of bright red wine, put down the crystal glass with satisfaction, and looked at the handsome men and women dancing in the glowing magical lights with fascinated eyes, accompanied by the soft rhythm of music, and his fingers unconsciously tapped the delicate long sword on his waist that was far more decorative than practical, this was a weekly routine gathering of the Marcas family, and it was also a rare occasion for the mysterious Marcas family to interact with other nobles in Soma County.

Of course, it is also an important purpose to discover the new blood of the family of poets, musicians, and painters who are full of passion and artistic talent.

Thinking of some rumors in the family, Lake frowned secretly, such a party seemed to be temporarily suspended, although the Torredo family did not care much about politics, but the sensitive position and long life of Soma County still made Lake inadvertently know a lot of things.

Recently, there have been too many transcendents passing through Soma County, which will naturally alarm the Marcus family who have been operating in Soma County for a long time, and Lake naturally knows what these people are suddenly coming to the Bleak Royal Court for, but this scale and grade are still far beyond his imagination, just looking at it from a distance, it can bring him unbearable substantial pressure.

A silent roar suddenly arises, and the strong energy contained in it oppresses the air, generating layers of ripples visible to the naked eye, and under the ripples that spread out, the wine glasses and bottles in Ryker's hands and on the table burst one after another, turning into fragments.

Lake stood up, his eyes widened, his heart suddenly expanded and contracted, squeezing the surging blood veins and expanding all over his body, resonating with the roar, making Lake feel a pilgrimage-like resonance.

Lake knows what that means.

The vampire of the Marcus family, who only existed in the family lineage, never showed up, and had been sleeping in the pool of blood for many years in order to cross that barrier and break through to the marquis rank in one fell swoop.

Without thinking about it, Lake shrank down, drew his long sword, and looked at a certain part of the manor where the roars exploded one after another, but he immediately looked away, closed his eyes, and two lines of blood flowed out, matching with his pale but handsome face, there was a terrifying bewitching beauty.

When I opened my eyes, my vision had returned to normal thanks to the powerful healing power brought by the blood clan. It's just that Lake still can't help but exhale with palpitations, although since becoming a Bloodline, the fact that he is "alive" no longer needs to be proved by breathing.

In terms of strength level, the vampire count roughly corresponds to the golden rank, but the strength of the talent and the baptism of time make them far more powerful than the ordinary golden rank, especially from the orthodox thirteen clans, even if the Marcus family comes from the Torredo clan who is not good at fighting, not to mention that this Count Marcus is said to be a legendary figure who survived the last thousand-year bloody war and successfully advanced to this blood clan.

But in Ryke's eyes, such a powerful and almost invincible existence was like being crushed in the face of an enemy who existed nowhere on the night of the silver moon when the vampire's power was perfectly amplified. Even Lake could see that the other party was not in a hurry to kill the parent, but slowly teased him like a cat catching a mouse, increasing his chips bit by bit.

The House of Marcus is about to perish.

The thought could no longer be extinguished as soon as it came to his mind, and as he watched the other family members who reacted to the stunned eyes of the guests or draw their rapiers or start chanting magic, Ryker adjusted his pace imperceptibly and withdrew to the side.

The Transcendent's memory is always much higher than that of the powerless commoner, and if he remembers correctly, there should be a passage nearby for slave servants, leading directly to the kitchen, laundry, and lavatory vicinity, and as long as he leaves here, he can successfully escape into the darkness by stepping over a thorn bush and a wall made of blood magic.

Before joining the Markas, he was a bard, which gave him more instinct to protect his life than the rest of the family, and less of the naïve naivety inherent in the artists.

And this is the key to allowing him to persist in front of Chen Fusheng and his party.

"Hey, this force ......"

Out of the Holy Alliance, Chen Fusheng once again summoned the White Tiger Yingxin, although there are many demonic beasts in the Norland Continent that can naturally control the power of the elements, far more than those monsters who have opened their spiritual wisdom and become essences, but even if they deliberately converge their body size, Yingxin, who is more than a foot long, can still be called a behemoth, not to mention that the fur with black lines on a white background is far more gorgeous than other similar ones.

In Chen Fusheng's eyes, he saw more, since he sealed the Black Mountain in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, Chen Fusheng also sent Yingxin into it, and used the killing qi of the army to help him cultivate his skills, her talent for the tiger can only be fully exerted in this situation, and the reincarnated doppelganger of the Buddha with the relics dropped by Pudu Cihang also has the power to confirm her practice of the Vajra Samadhi Wheel Sutra.

In just a few years, it has also given birth to a lot of might, and has already completely refined the power in the Yuan Dan in the Church of the God of the Sea and Storm, and the void behind him is even more shadowy to form an invisible white tiger image, which is extremely powerful, and it looks a little similar to the true body of King Yu who has been cultivated to the extreme by the Roland family, Chen Fusheng knows that she is a doppelganger mount, and has been fighting in the world of a Chinese ghost ghost for several years, so she is naturally worshiped in the army, and the power of faith and the Buddhist mana cultivated by the Vajra Samadhi Wheel Sutra are combined with their own talents, but this magic power is also extremely difficult to achieve, and even the prototype has not really been formed。

Hurriedly swung out a sword light, looked at the majestic man in front of him with a face as iron, swallowed a mouthful of scarlet blood, and dissolved his arms, chest and abdomen that had become stinging because of the powerful and heavy war hammer, and Ryker's body swayed, taking advantage of this impact and the natural advantage of the blood clan in speed to barely pull out a short distance again.

It's just that he didn't have any joy on his face, and he didn't even have time to remorse, who would have thought that the intruder's spiritual power was so strong and sensitive, and he could actually detect that a little mouse like him escaped by taking advantage of the night, and even sent such a powerful warrior to pursue him.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't use all his strength to fight against the Earl's patriarch, this man seemed to have the idea of being captured alive, and he was a little strange and inflexible when he struck, and he would not have been able to hold out for so long.

But that's the end of it.

The dawn is approaching, the silver moon is about to set, although vampires are not like those foolish farmers believe in the rumors that they can't show up in the daylight, but it is true that only under the moonlit night can their power be perfectly exerted, under the chase of most of the night, the blood power in his body has been consumed by most of the blood, and the accumulated subtle dark wounds have reached a point that cannot be ignored, in terms of endurance, the former bard, who has been pampered by the Marcus family for twenty years, is no match for the warrior who tempers the flesh in front of him.

"Two more times at most. ”

Looking at the sky and calculating the remaining stamina and the speed of his opponent again, Lake thought gloomily, and then looked up again, only to be pleasantly surprised to find that fate had not abandoned him, but had sent a real turnaround.

As far as the eye can see, there is a makeshift tent, with the snow-white dome of the largest tent in the center and the flagpole flag erected in front of it embroidered with the same emblem - red and white on the base, rose petals radiating gold.

Since he was born as a bard and had been cultivated for many years in the Torredot branch of Macas, the most art-revering branch, he was naturally no stranger to heraldic science and history, and he recognized at a glance that it was derived from the emblem of the Rose family.

Although the Rose family is the royal family of the Holy Alliance, and the relationship between the Holy Alliance and the Midnight Court is by no means friendly, this group of centaurs is his best hope for survival.

As for whether these people had enough strength, he was not worried at all, and their purpose was naturally the same as that of other people passing through Soma County these days.

The teams that were eligible to participate in that meeting were at least accompanied by gold-level powerhouses, not to mention that he had already seen the gorgeous magical beast holding around the outside of the tent.

Because of their talent, the Vampires are also different from other magic when it comes to detecting the strength of others.

In the "view" of Lake Marcus Torredo, this tiger demonic beast was as rich and pure as a vast ocean, and it actually oppressed his blood clan breathlessly, and it seemed that it was not much weaker than that earl's patriarch.

And this is just a monster.

Gradually slowed down, and then suddenly stopped three hundred steps away from the outermost part of the tent, this is a safe distance that Lake speculated based on the strength of the Warcraft, seizing the short time when the warrior behind him was temporarily thrown away by himself, Laker began to sort out the embarrassed appearance, with such a powerful Warcraft team will not be unable to find themselves, if they don't even say a word, at the turning point of fate that they can survive, it would be a pity to be treated as an invading enemy.

His judgment was once again confirmed to be correct, and almost at the same time as he stopped, the tiger-shaped demonic beast suddenly stood up, the light on its back flashed, and there was already an additional figure, although it was impossible to see the strength of the momentum, even the outstanding vision that Ryker inherited from the blood clan could not detect which tent the other party came from.

And under the light in the other party's eyes, Lake felt that he was clearly seen from the inside and out, by this young man who was dressed strangely, but exuded a different kind of exotic beauty.

"Are you ......" Feeling the "vibrant" death aura on this stranger's body, Chen Fusheng was very curious, and quickly extracted the relevant information of the Norland continent from his memory and sat down one by one, and said with great interest: "Hmm, vampire?"