Sitting on a rock on a cliff, Albert looked leisurely into the distance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Oh, beautiful Miss Arya, I don't think you're looking good, do you need a drink?"

Suddenly, an elegant voice rang in my ears.

Albert turned his head and saw a young man in a magnificent aristocratic gown, with a pale face and a smile on his face.

He was handing over a golden cup filled with a glass full of crimson liquid.

"This is not ordinary blood, they come from a grandmaster-level martial arts powerhouse, and the taste is very beautiful, try it. The young man was still smiling.

"No, not anymore. Although the cup of blood was so tempting and uncontrollable, Albert decisively rejected him.

"Oh, Miss Arya, I see you haven't eaten all these days, why, don't you have an appetite?" The young man was not impatient at all, squatted down, put the cup down, and asked, "If you don't like the blood of a stinky man, how about the blood of a virgin, I still have some stock there, although it is a little not fresh, but you know, the ...... of this barren mountain and wilderness"

Before he could finish speaking, Albert interrupted him: "No, I don't need anything, thank you for your kindness, can you leave me alone for a while?"

"Oh, okay, it seems that I'm too abrupt, so don't bother. Without any further entanglement, the young man stood up, and the living room did not immediately go away, but said seriously: "Beautiful Miss Arya, my name is Rusfan, I am from the Fanzhuo family, if you need any help, you can always come to me, I will be honored to help you." ”

With that, he gracefully made a noble salute and left.

Albert knew this young man, he was a member of the Fanzhuo family, the leader of the secret party in the thirteen clans of the blood clan, his father was the patriarch of the Fanzhuo family, the veteran powerhouse of the blood clan, Lord Vitori, and one of the four great martial saint-level peerless powerhouses of the blood clan.

There are thirteen clans of the blood clan, they originally came from the same source, and they all practiced the peerless magic skill of the blood clan, "The Book of Cain", and later because of the different understandings of the "Book of Cain" when they practiced, as well as the different attitudes and concepts towards other ordinary people, they were divided into these thirteen clans.

Although these thirteen clans practice similar exercises, they have different hesitant understandings and emphasis, each has its own characteristics and expertise, and there have been many conflicts with each other, and even many have formed mortal enemies.

After hundreds of years of development, the Thirteen Clans are now faintly divided into two major factions.

One faction advocates hiding among ordinary people, hiding their identities, living with them, secretly developing and growing, and obtaining blood food through captivity, purchasing, and proper hunting, this faction is the secret party, headed by the Fanzhuo family.

The other faction advocates unscrupulous means, regardless of location, does not hide identity, regardless of the consequences, as long as they see a suitable goal, they will start, do everything possible to develop themselves, and let themselves continue to grow, this faction is the Demon Party, headed by the Thorny Secret Family.

And these two factions, each of these two families has a Martial Saint-level powerhouse to guard, and their strength is almost the same as each other.

Originally, it was nothing more than a battle between the two factions, the winning side controlled the entire blood clan, and the defeated side fell silent and licked its wounds. More than 100 years ago, Count Vlad was born out of thin air, subduing the two factions with peerless strength, uniting the entire blood clan, preventing the internal friction of the two factions, and dividing the thirteen clans into their own development areas, preventing infighting between them.

This time, the thirteen clans of the blood clan did their best, and if they wanted to seek benefits in this war, the two secret and demon parties had to cooperate, and they also went to Dracula Fort to ask Count Vlad for instructions before they dared to act.

In this small camp on the cliff, there are enough three blood powerhouses, in addition to the "Bloody Mary" who represents Fort Dracula, there are also the two leaders of the two secret and demon parties.

There is no doubt that Albert was also brought out by "Bloody Mary", under the pseudonym Arya, as her handmaiden, and participated in this operation.

Far from the war zone, this high cliff offers a bird's-eye view of the area below, including the mighty Rhine and the barracks of the German and French armies on both sides of the river.

Just as Albert was looking at the two large camps in the distance below the mountain, a meeting was actually held in the big tent of the blood camp.

The tent wasn't big, and there weren't many people inside, but each one of them was the most powerful person in the blood clan. It was the "Bloody Mary" of Fort Dracula and the thirteen patriarchs of the thirteen clans of the Bloodline.

"In the past few days, the reinforcements of the German gang have arrived, and for so many days, they have built a lot of rafts for crossing the river, pontoon bridges and other materials, it seems that the big war is in these two days!"

"I don't know if I can see the Martial Saint-level make a move this time. A white-haired old man with a cane sighed: "The last night attack, it was a group of children fighting!"

"That time is too short, and it is not the time when the martial saint level is needed, but this time is different, the success or failure of this river crossing operation will determine the trend of the war! Once the river crossing is successful, there is no natural danger to be feared, then France can only fight Germany hard, and when there is no domestic supplement, the defeat is decided!" The one who opened his mouth was a middle-aged man with a strange face.

"That's not necessarily, I've collected and seen Napoleon's achievements, and I can fully deserve the title of 'God of War'!" said an elegant man in a noble dress: "Don't look at the number of people in Germany now, it's unpredictable to win or lose if you really fight." ”

"I think the odds of victory are higher on the German side, and even if other places are forgotten, can Austria be touched casually? With the temperament of the German emperor now, even if he loses this war, he will not give up! If he smashes the pot and sells iron, he will take Austria back!" The big man retorted: "After all, France is fighting in a foreign country, and even if it is lucky to win, it can still station so many large troops in Austria for the rest of its life? I really don't understand what they think." ”

"Alas, what's the point of you discussing who loses and who wins? The key is how to get the blood of those strong people!" said a charming lady with a thick layer of white powder on her face.

"Now that they're making such a fuss, we can't intervene. After thinking about it, the elegant man in the aristocratic dress said, "If you want to get enough blood food, you need enough chaos on one of their sides!

"What do you mean, what do you mean enough chaos?" asked the big man.

"It's just that the battle between the two armies has reached a fever pitch! There's no time for him to take care of it!" the elegant man explained: "For example, this time the battle of crossing the river! The stakes are very high, and they will definitely go all out! We can fill our stomachs first and wait for their Martial Saint to make a move!"

"In that case, then we don't have to wait! The big man said directly: "Since you are optimistic about France, then you secret party people will go to the other side, and we will stay on the north shore and wait for the opportunity!"

"Good!" Without a second word, the elegant man agreed.

Everyone's eyes looked at the delicate girl in the red evening dress on the main seat.

"Oh, what's my business. The girl waved her hand and said casually: "I naturally have a place to go, you are free, don't worry about me." ”

(To be continued.) )