at this time.
The distant tower of blood.
In a room, on a bed, Alice lay quietly on it, her face pale, and around him were warlocks one after another.
There were about twenty of these sorcerers, and all of them looked ugly.
"Everyone, let's talk about what to do. The master of Alice Tower has fallen into a coma, and Kliman has given an ultimatum. How should we deal with it?" A warlock looked at Alice on the bed and asked worriedly.
"I think this matter should be left to Lord Heman. He just hasn't shown up for hundreds of years, and he's not dead." An old warlock said.
These senior leaders are basically three-ring existences. Naturally, they know about He-Man, so they dare to decisively kill Kliman like this.
Their bloodline tower also has a true spirit, but it just doesn't do anything.
"Victor is right, let's leave it to your Excellency. I heard that Lord Nicholas has already gone to see you." A warlock nodded and others agreed.
"No need, I'm already here."
As time goes by, the trouble in the deep sea seems to be getting bigger and bigger, and more and more races are running to the offshore. Although the area of the west coast is not small, new races will still arrive every few years.
"grown ups."
"The race of the deep sea, the race of the deep sea."
hiss!
Herman smiled and left.
Eli walked in, but then another person also walked in, and everyone became uneasy after seeing it.
A man walked in, and everyone stared at him blankly.
Thanks to this, He-Man's Curse has not reached 50% at this time.
He-Man is not worried about this, because he has already predicted that a suitable race will arrive within a hundred years. Suddenly, a voice came, everyone looked back, and the door of the room slowly opened.
Hein, currently the eighth ring, is temporarily responsible for managing the Tower of Blood. After all, it is impossible for a true spirit to hold the position of tower master. He also needs to practice.
After all, the Bloodline Tower always encountered some problems in the past, so it couldn't always rely on him.
Kliman also trembled slightly and slowly woke up.
For example, about the new bloodline cultivation method, it was also from his mouth that Heman learned that the Central Continent had not yet finished abandoning the meditation method and was studying techniques more suitable for warlocks.
I have trouble talking about this.
"Forget it, leave it to him next." Herman looked at me and said.
"When will there be a deep-sea race that is strong enough, doesn't like fighting, and accepts my conditions?"
Herman also came to Kliman's side.
Heman first explained Alice's current situation to Hou Yong, and then gave some instructions.
In recent years, with Alice in charge, although the territory of the Bloodline Tower has not expanded much, the mining and development of resources have become much stronger. Compared with 770 years ago, the Bloodline Tower is much stronger at this time, whether it is high-level The quantity is still a development at the bottom level, and Alice seems to have accepted her fate and has given out a lot of good things.
They all lowered their heads.
At this time, the funeral had not yet begun. Hou Yong presented a flower and left.
"From now on, warlocks and wizards have nothing to do with each other." Herman shook his head, feeling a little sad.
The traces of the wizard's existence are being eliminated bit by bit.
...
Only then did many Eight Rings realize that Alice looked a little embarrassed, as if she had just been beaten, and one of her arms was missing.
I stretched out my hand, and then I saw a trace of blood appear on Hou Yong's skin on the bed. In the blink of an eye, a trace of the source of blood was taken away.
"Lord He-Man." Naturally, they would not fail to recognize He-Man. Even those who have never seen him have at least seen the statue.
The most troublesome thing is that those races basically don't listen to the advice. Anyway, they either prey on them or take the Bloodline Tower seriously. Heman has no choice but to kill them.
That has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that the practice of warlocks will be faster in the future, but the disadvantage is that we have almost no use.
The chance of witchcraft and blood will be the only weapons we can use.
Herman sighed.
"Kliman!!" The expressions of the warlocks changed greatly, and they looked nervous as they looked at our recent biggest enemy.
"Master, don't worry, as long as I am still alive, I will definitely manage the Tower of Bad Bloodline well."
Everyone gasped and looked shocked.
"Sir, please forgive me." At this time, a warlock came over and comforted.
"Okay, I'll leave the rest to them, I'll leave first." Hou Yong said to the two of them.
Herman stood in front of Kliman's tombstone with a complicated expression.
"You don't need to worry, I haven't surrendered to Lord Eli yet." At this time, I also changed my clothes, but there were still some wounds on my face.
"Yes, Alice is no longer a member of the Bloodline Tower. They can relax a little."
"The others will go out first, and Alice will stay." Hou Yong said to the others.
Behind me, dozens of people were wearing white warlock robes, with Alice standing at the back.
I feel that this day is coming soon, and Heman has not forgotten what else is pregnant with the light beam in his body, so he has to wait until it is settled.
Are negotiations between true spirits so hasty? But when everyone looked at the wounds on Alice's face, they realized that the true spirit might have been subdued.
At this time, Alice also stood up wisely and said with an embarrassed look: "Sir, come here."
"OK!"
But this is a good thing for me, at least my advantage is stronger.
"If you encounter a strong enemy in the future, just leave it to Alice." Herman said to Kliman.
"I understand, Master." Kliman said to Hou Yong while lying on the hospital bed.
Everyone left, leaving only eight people in the room.
And this matter has nothing to do with me, a true spirit from the West Coast. Worrying about this is better than worrying about these races from the deep sea!
Seven hundred and seventy years later.
Looking at the person on the bed, Eli's eyes flickered with silver light, and he realized that Kliman was not actually seriously injured. It seemed that his bloodline power was blocked by a trace of bloodline source, and the source was Alice beside him.
"You don't have to help, as long as it's not too much." Alice also said, after all, I am also a true spirit.
For him, he is still in the stage of survival, and the immortal must not be afraid of the noise. It will not be too late to go to the central continent when he is strong enough.
"Yeah." Hou Yong nodded and glanced at him.
Heman also took a look at this training method. It is indeed faster to cultivate blood vessels. It is almost worse than Heman's intermediate meditation method, but that is the most basic version. However, there is no disadvantage in this. This is a training with almost no mental power. .
The matter was settled and it was time for me to leave.
Didn’t I say that Mr. Nicholas just went to inform? This is the beginning!
In addition, after seven hundred and seventy years of promotion, I finally reached the Morning Star Wizard Nebula stage, with a total of eighty units of true spirit accumulation. In addition, my strength was far beyond that of ordinary warlocks, and coupled with the curse, I'm not that cowardly even if I'm a Huiyue level player, and it's possible even if I can't fight and run.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Herman.
After leaving, Kliman assured me:
