"Then we'll spend time with him here, it's safe here anyway!" Zambit said with a big grin.

"The blood flowers out there don't think so. Alfie glanced out, and the tiny blood flowers were still harmlessly suspended in the air, but he believed that if anyone dared to show their heads and touch them, they would immediately show their sharp fangs.

"I don't believe that without the Count's control, those bloodflowers would be able to break free from the laws of time and burrow into our defenses. Zambit didn't take it seriously at all.

"The problem is that we always have a limited amount of energy to maintain our defenses, and the moment will come when it will be exhausted. "Alfie is not optimistic at all.

"What does the Count do now, and from his previous performance, he never minds using threats, what if he takes advantage of this opportunity to go to our tribe?" Leni made a hypothesis that made Zambit creep.

"I'll go~ that despicable guy can really do it!" Now the troll warrior couldn't calm down, he knew very well how weak the current troll tribe was when facing the Earl's magic gold sanctuary.

......

A portal appeared on the platform of the tower at the highest point of Witchburg, and the grim-faced Count stepped out of it. Behind him, a group of zombies lined up like soldiers walked out, lined up on the platform.

The Earl looked up at the red and blue twin moons that were gradually walking towards the horizon, and a large cold sweat oozed from the back of his gorgeous coat, which he had shown to be extremely calm in front of everyone, but in fact his heart was filled with a shiver called fear.

"The Law of Time!I didn't expect the complete four-series trapped dragon array to contain the law of time!I knew that I shouldn't have let them complete it!" There was a hint of chagrin in the earl's self-talk, he originally just wanted to play with those little mice casually, but he didn't expect to make an amazing discovery.

After the launch of the four-series trapped dragon array, the earl was one step earlier than everyone else to perceive the existence of the law of time, and the count did not show the slightest flaw in shock, on the one hand, he pretended to screen zombies to prepare for trapping everyone, and on the other hand, he was secretly observing and sensing the law of time that appeared in the magic field.

Before he found out the details of the law of time, the Count didn't want to startle the snake, let alone create an illusion for everyone in the magical realm, so that they would have the opportunity to try the law of time against him.

Fortunately, everyone had already been frightened by the notoriety of the Blood Storm, and almost all of their energy was focused on how to prevent the Blood Storm, and they had no awareness of using the law of time to launch a counterattack against the Earl.

After observing just now, the earl found that the law of time that was suspected to be activated by the four-system trapped dragon array was still a little naïve, it could be said that it was the most preliminary form of the law of time, and it was not enough to pose a fatal threat to him, but the law of time was the key to the further development of the magic gold holy domain, and the earl couldn't help but hit the source of the law of time.

"I think the back hand I placed in the world of shadows should be able to trap them for a while. I might as well take this opportunity to explore that fellow Augusta's lair. The Count set his sights far west, and the Ingniel Laboratory seemed to beckon him.

"But those old friends in the Warcraft Forest won't let me get my wish. The Earl glanced south, where the breath of the old lion and Miranda was unabashedly undisguised on the Magic Lion Ridge, far away from Wickorburg, faintly revealing a sense of deterrence.

The old lion on the Magic Lion Ridge and Miranda had noticed his overwhelming power when the Count had appeared before. It's just that the Earl's stay in this world is extremely short, and he soon entered the Shadow World, and in that Earl's own realm, his aura is well disguised.

The old lion and Miranda, however, did not dare to take it lightly, and kept a high eye on the direction of Wicoburg, and the Count's might enough to suppress everything made them feel terrified. The more serious problem was that after the Count's aura disappeared, the aura of Leni and the others also disappeared soon after, which made the old lion feel worried.

"Draculal has finally woken up from his long sleep, and has advanced to the ranks!" the old lion let out a helpless sigh.

Although the Earl was already a Mithril Sanctuary at the time of the Great War of All Races, if the old lion used a secret method, he could still confront it for a short time. In addition, at that time, Wick Fort was in internal and external troubles, so the earl and the old lion did not have a direct conflict but divided the land, the mountains north of the Demon Lion Ridge belonged to the earl, and the rest of the Warcraft Forest was protected by the old lion.

The old lion understood that the Earl was like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows, and that he could show his fangs to the aliens in the Warcraft Forest at any time, so he lived in the Demon Lion Ridge for a long time, and even when the Count fell into a long sleep, he never relaxed his vigilance against Wicoburg.

Although the peaceful life has lasted for two thousand years, the old lion has always been worried, he is too old, and the decline in physical function has deprived him of the possibility of further progress, so he is eager to choose a suitable heir among the aliens, and even does not hesitate to put down his dignity to make a series of deals with Augusta and Bishop Flyn.

However, the results were not satisfactory, and among the few people he was optimistic about, whether it was the prophet Profitt or the shaman Thornes, or even the warlock Voruk, whose style was not so accepted by the aliens, was always stuck at the peak of the twelfth level and could not be saved. As the three of them grew older and their potential bottomed out, the old lion was reluctant to waste the trial scrolls he had traded from Augusta on the trio, and had to look at the younger generation.

Tragically, the three best of the younger generation, Leni, Zambit and Hayata, are all trapped in Wickburg. Especially after the Earl showed the strength of the Demon Gold Sanctuary at a glance, in order to preserve the last spark for the alien race, the old lion was even ready to tear up the gentleman's agreement between him and the earl, and was ready to directly intervene in the battle in Wickburg - although the old lion himself knew in his heart that his strength at the moment was insignificant compared to the earl, he was confident that he could save at least one person with the secret method.

"It's not time for us to go out, have you forgotten that prophecy of Fren?" Miranda stopped the old lion's impulse in time.

"The prophecy of the Chosen One?" the old lion shook his head, he had always been skeptical of Fren's prophecy, and he didn't think that even if there was really a so-called Chosen Son, his strength would be able to reach the Demon Gold Sanctuary. After all, in the history of the continent, it was a height that no one had ever reached, and the Earl's unexpected promotion to magic gold had far exceeded the old lion's estimate.

"At least the Holy See's oracle has never missed, so I suggest we wait and see. Miranda dissuaded.

"But how can I watch the hope of the alien race be cut off in Whackburg?" the old lion had a beard, and after learning the Count's strength, he had already sentenced the people of Whackburg to death in his heart.

"But what will happen to the aliens if even you are trapped in Wickburg?" Miranda, trying to convince the old lion to put the big picture first.

At this moment, the count's terrifying aura came from the direction of Wicoburg again, but the breath of the others did not appear, which made the old lion feel shocked and angry: "Is it too late?"