Once internal cracks appear, they cannot be easily smoothed out.
The war between the Flame Demon Clan and the Abyss Demon Clan has been going on for several months. The deaths of Simmons and Alfred have created an undying hatred between the two tribes.
The war even spread to the subordinate races of the two races, and an increasingly expanding war zone appeared in the Devil's Islands.
The original alliance was in name only, and all the tribes in the Devil's Islands fell into mutual distrust.
How to resolve the disputes within the archipelago has become a headache for all races. Once they cannot form a joint force, any demon race will have no external advantages and will be unable to initiate external wars.
"Two gangsters who wanted to fight started fighting by themselves, which saved them from having to deal with other people doing their jobs. I just don't know how these two idiots Simmons and Alfred managed to die together so completely." The castle restaurant was dark. At the end of the long table, Dracula, who was wearing a black suit and neatly combed back hair, held a crystal cup between his two fingers, gently shook the scarlet red wine in the cup, and said with a bit of joking.
"This is not a good thing for our Devil Islands. There will be a peace conference in a few days, and our right to speak will be reduced." Maynard said with a heavy expression.
"I think it's pretty good. When a group of militants try to represent the devil, that's the real sadness of the Devil's Islands." Dracula took a sip of red wine and smiled.
"With the strength of our vampire clan, we could have a wider territory." Maynard looked at Dracula.
"You can talk to our ancestor about this. He has always believed that our vampire clan does not need more territory." Dracula said with an indifferent expression.
"You are also the ancestor of the vampire clan now, as long as you agree..."
"I very much agree with the ancestor's statement. The current territory of our vampire tribe is completely sufficient. We don't have to accompany a group of fools to exchange the lives of our tribe for useless open space." Dracula nodded.
"Dracula, that is not a useless empty space. It represents the strength and prosperity of our vampire clan. Since you have obtained the blood of the ancestor, you should assume the responsibility of an ancestor and lead the vampire clan to a more powerful future. !" Maynard looked at Dracula with a bit of hatred.
Dracula put the wine glass on the table and said with a hint of sarcasm in his smile: "Maynard, I respect you as my elder brother and call you big brother. But since you know that I am one of the ancestors of the vampire clan, you What identity do you use to order me now? The leader of the vampire clan? Or your so-called racial justice?"
"You..." Maynard choked, watching Dracula blush, but for a moment he didn't know how to retort.
The ancestor of vampires has a high status in the clan and is a special existence that is superior to the clan leader.
In addition to the dead Giles, the other ancestor only appears on important occasions.
And Dracula broke through the bloodline boundary, obtained the inheritance of the ancestor's bloodline from Giles, and became the new ancestor of vampires, with status already above him.
"I know that Giles once promised you that the blood of the ancestors will be passed on to you, but you have been the patriarch for so many years. Don't you know that the blood of the ancestors can be passed down from generation to generation?" Dracula held the wine glass and stood up, " Also, I will go to the City of Chaos to participate in this advance meeting, just in time to meet my good niece."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dracula disappeared into the restaurant with the black mist.
"Bastard!" Maynard punched the wall and let out a low growl.
Obtaining the blood of the ancestor can increase the life span by at least five hundred years, and the strength is far beyond that of ordinary tenth-level vampires. However, such an opportunity was snatched away by the lazy Dracula, ruining his long-planned plan.
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Og tribe.
In the black stone palace, a tall orc walked quickly and said respectfully to Oster, who was sitting in a high position: "Clan leader, it has been confirmed that the little girl from the Falk tribe will go to the City of Chaos to attend the meeting in person, Rex Maybe she will stay in the tribe, this is a good opportunity for us to intercept her."
"It is indeed a rare and good opportunity." Auster showed a cold smile, "I want everyone to know that anyone who disobeys my Og tribe will die a good death!"
"Chief, intercepting the chief of the Fake tribe at this time may cause some unfavorable reactions. I'm afraid everyone will think of us." An orc persuaded.
"This is exactly the effect I want. I want to warn those guys who are trying to resist the Og tribe to be more honest with me and follow us to fight for the world. Otherwise, the fate of the Fake tribe will be their fate." Oster sneered, his expression Yin Prey said, "Send the most elite Black Eagle Flying Cavalry. I don't want to see her in the city of chaos."
"Yes!" The orc who came to report the news earlier responded and left quickly.
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"Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?" Rex said, looking at Connie who was checking the souvenirs he brought to his friends.
"Really, Master, just stay in the tribe and take good care of the house. It's no problem for me to go alone." Connie waved her hand nonchalantly, picked up a bag of dried fruits, checked it, and put it down again. , "Moreover, didn't you say that I am now the number one sneaker besides you? No one knows assassination better than me, so there is no need to worry at all."
"I'm not worried about that." Rex looked at Connie helplessly, "I'm worried that you're going in the opposite direction."
Connie blushed, coughed twice and said, "Don't worry, I'll ride a flying mount that knows the way to the City of Chaos this time, and I'll make sure we arrive safely."
"I hope so." Rex nodded in disbelief.
"Then I'll set off early tomorrow morning, so I won't disturb your sleep, Master." Connie couldn't hide the smile on her face, "I can't help but want to go back to the restaurant for a big meal!"
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Noon on the second day.
A dozen orcs riding on the backs of giant black eagles stood on a cliff, stretching their necks and looking north, with confused expressions on their faces.
"Didn't the intelligence say that we had already set out early in the morning?"
"This is the only way to go from the Falk Tribe to the City of Chaos. There are our Black Eagle Flying Riders all along the route. It is impossible to miss any."
"Even if she is riding the slowest carrier pigeon, she should be flying here by now, right? Why is there no movement at all?"
The orcs were talking quietly, not knowing what the situation was like now, and whether they should evacuate now or continue to hold on.
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"Sisters! Your chief is back!"
On the other side, Connie had already knocked on the door of Maimi's restaurant and rushed into the restaurant happily carrying large and small bags.
"It's better to come early than to be lucky, just in time for lunch." Connie looked at the large table of dishes, her eyes lit up, she looked at Mag with a smile and said: "Boss, do you mind adding a pair of chopsticks?"
