London Bridge, this is an ancient bridge, it is different from Tower Bridge, there is no Tower Bridge two crown-like main towers are solemn and ornate. A minute ago, there were many people confronting each other on the bridge, which had collapsed many times and was scarred, until the golden light flashed and everyone was gone.

"I can't think of a sage-level magician, it's really troublesome. "It was a beautiful woman with long burgundy hair, a long red gown, a dark red brimmed hat, and black elbow-length gloves. Her skin as white as ivory, her tall and plump figure, blood-colored eyes and fiery lips make her look so beautiful.

There was also a man beside her, a middle-aged man in a suit, with black hair that was already half white, he looked relatively old, and his pale complexion and blood-stained fangs made him look very scary. He said fiercely, "It's very troublesome, and there are three magicians, it seems that we won't be able to delay it for long." They were in a dark battlefield, and there was a group of magicians in black robes on the opposite side, and the four people led by them were the highest combat power of magicians. Clara ▪ Farammel the Sage, Herticutt ▪ the First Magician, Stephanie ▪ Oliver the Second Magician, Camilla ▪ Cook, the Third Magician.

The four of them walked together to form the most beautiful scenery on this moonlit night, Hetty's long fiery red hair naturally fell down, her beautiful and upright facial features were cute, and there was a hint of strength between her eyebrows. Stephanie is a woman like a sister next door, her golden hair is like waves, and when the wind blows, her soft hair is like the golden wheat in the autumn harvest field. Camilla is a bit of a talkative woman, with short aqua blue hair and sapphire-like eyes, and she is very cute. She was the youngest of the three Magisters, and was treated like a sister by the Hettys.

Clara, on the other hand, looked like a fourteen-year-old girl, with long white blonde hair that fell down to her waist, pink ribbons tied in her hair, and a white Gothic Lolita dress. With white over-the-knee socks and a pair of delicate little leather boots, charming green eyes like a fairy, and a lovely face, no one can tell that she is the strongest great magician in the Black Tower. She looked at the two vampires opposite her calmly, and then stretched out her finger to them and said, "Just a second prince and a thirteenth prince want to stop us, are you dreaming? ”

"Haha, it's really arrogant, although it's hard to stop you, but it can still delay a little time, Field doesn't have time to come, he still has to kill the blood hunt, let me Natiaville play with you." The prince named Natiavir laughed, and the flaming red lips seemed to have a magical power to make people fall no matter what they said. Her appearance is also like a masterpiece of heaven, and with this hot body, her every move is full of temptation.

"Hmph, it's just an ugly monster, and they dare to stand in my way. No matter how much I use magic to sustain me, I can see your withered and ugly corpse, and I can't find a more ugly guy than you. "Clara has long seen through Natiaville's true appearance with her magic eyes, and she is naturally unforgiving, she is notoriously unreasonable among the three major forces.

"What are you talking about? bastard! You're not a hundred-year-old woman, maybe you can't compare to me! And your body is smoother than Tower Bridge. Hehe, I completely win you!" Natiawil did not admit defeat, and when women fight, in addition to their appearance, they naturally involve the question of their body. And Clara looks like a stunted child, and of course she can't let it go.

"Boom!"

In response to her, Clara's angry huge fireball slammed down, and Natiaville's high heels stepped on the ground, instantly blocking it with a dark red magic array. No one thought that the leaders of the two sides would start a war like this, and the reason was just because of the competition between their bodies and appearances, and no one spared anyone.

"Tear them apart!"

"Magic bombardment get ready, destroy these ugly monsters!"

People on both sides were in a daze for a moment before they reacted, and as the order was given, the Blacktower mage and the vampire began a fierce confrontation.

Magical lights of various colors flew on the battlefield, and the magicians divided into several teams to bombard the vampires with different magic, killing one vampire after another, and at the same time, the vampires with higher titles rushed into the mage's camp and slaughtered.

The three sorcerers were at war with another prince, Charleson, who was thirteenth. His strength has not fully recovered, and he is very difficult to deal with the three major mages at the same time, almost only defense.

In the distance, Natiawil saw it and summoned the three-headed dog of hell to pounce on him, and Hetty saw the three-headed dog pounce and took the initiative to meet and fight. Without one of the strongest magicians, Charleson felt less stressed and began to fight back with a roar.

Stephanie's wand shone with golden light, sending out golden rays of sharp stabbing at Charleson. Charleson blocked with a blood shield, dodging the rest of the light back and forth and rushing to Stephanie's eyes. Charleson reached out and grabbed her neck, but just then, Camilla summoned several huge icicles and threw them at Charleson.

Charleson hurriedly deployed his blood wings to block, but was still knocked back. He adjusted and steadied himself in two seconds, his blood gathering in his hands to form a scarlet blood axe, and then slashed at Stephen and the others with both axes. There were countless souls wailing in the blood axe, and the murderous aura that rushed into the sky made people's souls feel cold and piercing, and this axe seemed to be about to split Camilla and the two to death.

Stephanie and Camilla did not fight with the Blood Axe, and the two of them turned into light wings and ice wings respectively and flew quickly into the distance. The blood axe had slashed here as Stephanie had just flown away, the scarlet blade almost grazing their bodies.

"Boom!"

The black and red flames collided to produce a powerful explosion, and the battle between Clara and Stephanie on the other side was extremely fierce. Both of them have extremely high comprehension of magic, and the high-level magic they use is extremely powerful, but no one dares to approach the battlefield of the two of them unless they want to be bombarded to slag.

Clara and Natia Vir battled into the sky, both looking at each other indifferently, secretly preparing their next magic. Clara took the lead, raising her hand to summon a bucket-thick black lightning bolt that struck forward. Natia Vell also used a blood-colored lightning, and the two thunderbolts collided to produce a dazzling light, but the magic bombardment of the two was not over, they kept changing positions to avoid each other's attacks and then summoned the thunderbolt again.

After the two of them used thunder magic for dozens of battles, Clara switched to flames and blasted at her opponent, she summoned spears condensed from flames to hit her, and Natiavir used black flames to condense spears to fight. The center of the magical collision became the forbidden area of life, where the blood slaves were blown to ashes, and brilliant sparks continued to bloom, and groups of blood slaves became flying ashes.

Natiavir frowned slightly, Clara's battlefield was drawn to her, and every magic collision killed a blood slave, and her own people would not be affected at all. Natia Wil tried to pull the battlefield away, but Clara chanted an ice thunderstorm that trapped her, and a tornado of ice and snow swept over a radius of several tens of meters with endless thunder and lightning.

"Ahh

Screams kept coming, and the ice tornado sucked up patches of blood slaves, who were either torn apart by countless ice blades or killed by terrifying lightning blasts. Ice and thunder and lightning intertwined into a great carnage, and the blood of the blood slaves gradually stained the tornado red. Even a few of the barons were torn to shreds by the blood-stained ice tornado, just because they were a step too slow to escape.

"Bastard!"

Nadiavir raised her eyebrows and shouted, her bewitching red eyes bloomed red, and then triggered her own blood to detonate and directly destroy this ice tornado. As the storm zone suddenly disappeared, the whirling bodies in the sky also fell one by one, like dumplings. Natiaville's beautiful eyes were fixed on Clara, and the next moment she rushed forward. Instead of attacking from a distance, she wants to entangle her with magic at close range.

The confrontation between the two of them with powerful black magic exuded a terrifying coercion, and all the surrounding magicians and blood clans retreated in a desperate manner. I'm afraid that I won't grow a pair of wings fast enough, the result just now really scared their guts, and killing them in this level of combat is as easy as cutting wheat with a sickle.

However, after leaving the danger zone, the two sides still fought together, and the battlefield was constantly splashed with blood, roars, and chanting. In this war, only one side is destined to leave the battlefield alive and the loser will perish.