The banquet of the high-ranking members of the blood clan was full of debauchery and depravity.

No one knew that the Grand Duke Dracula, who was in the throne like a demon king, did not play some indescribable games with the female descendant as usual after the feast, but came to the study.

This is Dracula's forbidden place, and there is only one fate for any offending Bloodline - to be burned at the stake!

In contrast to the reckless Caesar, Dracula prides himself on being a wise man, even bringing together a group of wise descendants, writing a set of texts for vampires, and producing books to carry it all.

At this point, Dracula put down his glass, stroked the handle of a wooden chair, and twisted it.

Click! Click!

A secret door emerges, revealing a staircase leading down.

He carried the oil lamp and walked down silently.

The chamber was small and empty on all sides, with only a statue of a man, standing in the center.

"Gods? Dominate? Or some indescribable greatness...... You have made me, but I have many questions that I want you to answer face to face......"

Duke Dracula muttered.

Although he had ruled half the continent, he would never forget the moment when he had just been reborn, and that young face.

"If you are a god...... That hatred engraved in my blood, if that is the mission you gave me, I will complete it and destroy those damned werewolves! ”

Dracula fell to his knees, like a devout believer, praying.

The statue has no sorrow or joy, and on the cheeks of Fang Yuan, an indifferent gaze is projected downward, as if looking down on all beings.

……

In the seventy-second year of the Age of the Blood Clan, under the leadership of Dracula, the vampires completed the reform of the system, established strict hierarchies, and built themselves into a sophisticated war machine.

Seventy-three years later, the Blood Wolf War broke out!

On the plains, more than tens of thousands of vampires and werewolves converge, and the scene looks spectacular.

At this time, Grand Duke Dracula was riding a huge beast and wearing thick armor.

Mining and smelting, this is also a skill that vampires have figured out.

At this time, the army of 50,000 vampires under his command was fully armed, not only wearing full-body armor such as chain mail and knight plate armor, but also with exquisite sword weapons.

In comparison, although the werewolves on the opposite side made up seventy or eighty thousand in a hurry, they were full of barbarism.

Fang Yuan, who was watching the battle on the clouds, saw this scene, but he couldn't help but think of the confrontation between the knights and the barbarians in the Middle Ages.

"Roar!"

Under the crotch of the vampire knights, one after another fierce beasts roared, and some were also dressed in iron armor, looking like steel fortresses.

This is Dracula, after catching some giant beasts, trying to tame them and breeding slightly smaller offspring.

After cultivation, this camel beast is obtained, which is not only extremely powerful, but also has sharp claws and fangs, and can tear raw flesh.

As a cavalry mount, it can definitely throw horses off eight streets.

"Roar!"

At this time, from the werewolf camp, a wolf howl suddenly came.

"Whew!"

The voice was high-pitched and carried an indescribable agitation.

Almost all werewolves, after hearing the whistling sound, involuntarily turned red, turned into an upright werewolf form, and roared.

Crowd Frenzy!

The werewolf's bloodline talent, with the strength of a vampire, has always been pressed and beaten by werewolves, but it is far inferior in individual combat.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

In this wolf howl one after another, many werewolves used their hands and feet to launch a charge.

"Pass the order, send troops!"

Dracula watched the scene silently, drawing his sword and swinging it.

After the hysterical roar of the herald, and then transmitted to the ears of every vampire knight through blood magic, all the cavalry suddenly sprang out.

Thundered!

They charged relentlessly, faster and faster, until they even turned into a torrent of steel.

Bang!

The two teams slammed into each other.

The werewolves were horrified to find that their prideful sharp claws left a deep scratch at most when faced with the steel armor, and could not hurt the vampires they were protecting inside.

However, with this stunned effort, the steel behemoths roared and crushed them directly, leaving a cloud of flesh and mud behind.

Even the strength of a werewolf is simply not comparable to that of the descendants of a giant beast!

"This is the power of the system, the power of iron and blood......"

Dracula looked at this scene with a smile: "As early as before the war, I issued an order, those who have meritorious service in this battle, increase their fiefdoms, and reward them for their first merits!" ”

Although the blood concentration of the blood clan is fixed, for him, the ancestor, as long as it is not a blood clan of the second and third generations, it is still very simple to improve the rank of a few vampires, and a drop of blood is enough.

But it was enough to spark the enthusiasm of all the Bloods.

In front of the army of vampires with strict military discipline, excellent equipment, heavy rewards and incentives, and great morale, the werewolves who were still in the era of barbarian tribes suddenly suffered a lot.

With just one charge, the most courageous wave of werewolves were wiped out, and more werewolves screamed in horror and chose to flee the battlefield.

This act of escaping not only pushes the other werewolves into an irreparable abyss, but also easily exposes their backs to the enemy.

In the pursuit, the vampire knights achieved ten times the previous results at the smallest cost.

"Kill Caesar!"

"Kill Caesar!"

Seeing that the victory was decided, Dracula's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of blood, and he shouted loudly.

"Kill Caesar!"

The vampire knights roared wildly and charged at the werewolf core.

"Whew!"

A terrible roar came.

Dracula clearly saw a giant wolf with pure white fur appearing, with a golden mark on its forehead, like a king, tearing several vampire knights apart and fleeing the battlefield quickly.

'Caesar...... My old enemy, on the path of personal transcendence, you have surpassed me, but it is useless......

The Grand Duke who saw this scene whispered secretly.

As the sun sets, the vampires set up their tents and take stock of the results of their battles.

"In this big battle, we directly killed 20,000 werewolf warriors and captured 30,000, beating the largest werewolf royal court directly under the force into wild dogs!"

Dracula drank the werewolf's blood, and suddenly knocked on the table, and his voice was low: "But Caesar ran away, I have to admit that this old opponent has an inclination that ordinary people can't imagine, as long as he delays for a while, I and the blood elders will launch blood magic and trap it completely!" ”

"Now, the entire continent can be assured to belong to us, but the fight against the werewolves will continue, therefore, I have decided to ...... Relegate all the captured werewolves to slaves, and we need them to mine and smelt for the noble bloodline...... And even become a warrior of our Bloodline! ”

Dracula slapped the table: "Of course, this is not a day and a night of effort, it takes a long time to train, but we have to show the patience that we used to tame the giant beast in the first place!" ”

"What?"

"Leave those werewolves behind?"

"Even if it's just as slaves, it's too cheap for them!"

As expected, this proposal immediately set off a storm among the vampire nobles.

Even though they are all high-ranking blood clans, they can slightly restrain the hatred in their bloodlines, but they still can't suppress that nature.

"If Caesar had been beheaded, I would definitely kill all the werewolves and make these mongrels disappear into this world......"

Dracula said slowly, "But now the key ...... It was Caesar who fled, and as long as it existed, the werewolves would not be cut off, so ...... We have to change the way, every bloodline is precious, let the werewolves kill each other! This is my decision! ”

With the authority of the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan, this decision was finally implemented.

The 30,000 werewolves who were captured would be reduced to slavery and even put on special chains and shackles to inhibit their ability to wolf.

In their human form, they serve the nobles, taking on all kinds of hard labor, even the providers of blood.

……

"Count Catherine!"

In the barracks, many werewolves were locked together, and the smell was very unpleasant.

A noble lady in a high-ranking evening dress walked in and looked at one cage after another.

The blood guard who was guarding immediately bowed and saluted: "Venerable you, what is the matter with your arrival?" ”

"On the orders of the Grand Duke, I will choose a few slaves for myself!"

Catherine smiled charmingly: "The iron ore in my territory needs at least a thousand werewolves to mine, and ...... I also need to have fun with myself. ”

As she spoke, she stopped in front of a cage and looked at the werewolf inside.

At this time, the other party has completely dismantled the wolf and turned into the appearance of a human teenager.

The golden curly hair and blue eyes made the countess's eyes light up, and she licked her scarlet lips: "It's just a young wolf, right?" ”

"Yes, from the werewolf's point of view, it is indeed only a teenager, but it is very ferocious, hurting several of our knights, and we even had to cast spells to calm him down!"

"Okay, I'll ask for him."

Catherine laughed, her leather boots stuck into the cage, and picked the young man's chin: "What's your name...... Never mind! It doesn't matter what it was called before, from today onwards, you are my slave - Cisse! ”

"Roar!"

There was a fierce glint in the young man's eyes, and he struggled, as if he wanted to bite.

"Huh...... This can't be a bite for you! ”

The countess smiled and withdrew her jade feet: "When I wait until later, I will 'love' you well." ”

"Your Excellency?"

A few blood guards next to him suddenly looked a little sluggish.

"Prepare him a slave collar and engrave the name of Cissé!"

Catherine resumed her cold and arrogant expression: "In addition, plus his master's name, from now on, he will be my property, do you understand?" ”

"Yes!"

Several vampires replied aloud.

And the young werewolf in the cage is still ignorant, and he has no idea that his fate has been changed.

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