Monarch of Evernight: Seventeen original species

bsp;Seeing this strange scene, all the werewolves looked around with vigilance. The few who maintained their wolf form simply stood up on their necks under the sense of great danger!

Suddenly there was no wind, and the night seemed particularly quiet. The darkness seemed to have weight, pressing **** the werewolves.

In the silence where the whole world seemed to lose its voice for an instant, there were footsteps, and each one seemed to crush the heart and soul of all living things.

Then two people walked out of the dark night.

One is a tall and thin old man with snow-white hair, an extraordinarily square and long face, and his eyes with deeply drooped corners. This is a face with a strong Apennine continental style that can be remembered at a glance. There was not a single strand of his white hair, hanging down from both sides of his face, with the ends forming highly decorative flower rolls.

The other is a petite girl with an unusually sweet face. On the pale skin, the blood-red lips were particularly dazzling. The girl wore a long ponytail, and the collar of the black cloak stood up high, revealing the **** patterns on the corners, which were delicate and strange.

The white-haired old man said softly: "I didn't expect that so many wild dogs gathered in such a small place. No wonder you can smell the strong stench from a long distance away."

"In addition, there are some very interesting things happening here. It seems that some of our lower-level tribesmen are fighting among themselves?" the girl said.

The white-haired old man raised his head, took a deep breath, and said: "Guess what I smelled? It was the best mithril smell, oh, dangerous, but with the beauty of death. And refining it He is still a true opponent worthy of respect. Haha, it is really unexpected that this small place can be so lively! Is this the call of fate? ”

The girl glanced at the werewolves with disgust and said, "If it weren't for the strong smell on these wild dogs, I could smell the smell of mithril."

Hearing the girl's merciless insult, the werewolves roared angrily, but their strong intuition of danger stopped them from moving forward.

The old werewolf held a wooden staff in his hand, took two steps forward, and shouted in a deep voice: "Where are you from? This is the territory of the Black Nightmare Tribe!"

The white-haired old man smiled and said: "Black Nightmare, what is that? As for where we come from, this is not something you need to know. A dying old wolf, don't maintain such strong curiosity. Curiosity, That's something that should only belong to the young and the upper races."

The girl's eyes fell on Ye Tong, and she suddenly let out a sigh and said, "What is that? What beautiful blood!"

The white-haired old man was startled and slowly walked towards Ye Tong. Every time he took a step forward, the werewolves would whimper and take a few steps back. The fear caused by the huge difference in rank prevented them from even thinking about resisting.

The white-haired old man came to Ye Tong, reached out and dipped a little of her blood, put it in his mouth and tasted it, his expression suddenly changed.

He suddenly took a few steps back, laughed exaggeratedly, and waved his hands vigorously to express his joy, "This is, this is the taste of the blood of the ancestor! She actually awakened the blood of the ancestor, this is a... ..Native species! ”

"The king will be interested in her." The girl said.

The white-haired old man thought hard: "Yes! But the smell of her blood is familiar to me. Let me think about whose territory is around here... That's the bad thing about being too old. , I always forget things... Ah! I remembered that the one closest to here is Count Kaos. This little girl has the smell of Kaos in her blood, and she should be his pure-blood descendant!

"Kaos?" The girl had doubts in her eyes.

The white-haired old man spread his hands and said: "An old guy, I heard that there is an ancient inheritance. But he is obsessed with finding the secret of the Black King's treasure all day long, but he can't even manage his own small territory. I heard that his men Several viscounts are seeking to overthrow him. It seems that this is the cause of internal strife."

"Sounds like a useless guy. I'm not interested in Kaos, but the smell of these wild dogs is killing me."

"Then let's clean it up. It's up to you to do it." The old man said with a smile.

"Why is it always me!"

The girl complained, but did not refuse. Her pupils suddenly turned red, like two shining rubies. Her lips kept opening and closing, as if she was chanting something, but there was no sound.

What she emits is a high-frequency sound that is inaudible to human ears. It is like a singing tone, but in the ears of a werewolf, it is no different from the call of death!

All the werewolves suddenly wailed in pain, fell to the ground, and rolled desperately!

The weaker werewolves didn't last ten seconds before their heads suddenly exploded. Then the heads of higher-level werewolves exploded one after another, which was extremely weird and terrifying!

Looking at this **** scene, the girl kept chanting, with an excited and cruel smile on her face as delicate as a doll. At this moment, she was like a messenger spreading death. Anyone who heard her voice was sentenced to the fate of going to the kingdom of eternal silence!

Shadow Wolf persisted for thirty seconds and finally fell down. He put his head in his hands and rolled around, so painful that he even wanted to hit an airship bulkhead with his head. The bulkhead made of welded steel plates was smashed into deep dents, but his head was completely fine.

But as the girl's tone suddenly rose, the Shadow Wolf finally let out a long miserable howl, and then with a bang, its head exploded into a ball of blood mist!

Only the werewolf elder was still insisting. He relied on a cane to support his body. He pointed at the girl in horror and said in a trembling voice: "You...you are Nana... ."

"Correct answer!" The girl smiled sweetly, stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers, causing the werewolf elder's head to explode.

The white-haired old man took out a snow-white handkerchief, covered his nose, and said, "Don't you think this will make the smell of wild dogs more pervasive?"

"This will make you move faster." The girl raised her delicate little hand and covered her nose as well.

The white-haired old man inspected Ye Tong's injuries and frowned: "She is badly injured. I need some blood to relieve her injuries so that we can rush back in time."

"There seems to be only one human town nearby, but it's still some distance away."

"No, that's too late. Fortunately, there is a person here, and I can already smell his scent." With that said, the white-haired old man stood up, took only two steps, and disappeared into the depths of the garbage dump. The next moment he walked out of the darkness again, holding Qianye in his hand.

"What a strong and cunning human being. He is not dead yet, otherwise his blood would not be fresh." The white-haired old man said with a smile.

He pulled out a thick metal plate from Qianye's chest. The metal plate has been completely twisted, with several deep claw marks on it, shallowly showing through from the other side.

Before Qianye faced the leader of the wolf tribe, he put this three-centimetre-thick raw energy alloy plate inside his clothes. Otherwise, he would have been disemboweled. But just the impact of the werewolf leader's power broke all the ribs on Qianye's chest, and he would die soon.

The old man threw Qianye beside Ye Tong, tore his shirt open, then reached out and stabbed the side of his neck, and blood immediately poured out.

Yeye Tong suddenly reacted. Every vampire is instinctively sensitive to blood. She turned over and sat up, her eyes finally opened, but her pupils were filled with blank blood, and two blood-sucking fangs gradually protruded from her mouth.

She pounced on Qianye, bit his neck forcefully, and sucked in big gulps. The hot blood not only soothed her hunger and thirst, but also quickly relieved the pain all over her body.

At this moment, in the eyes of the white-haired old man, Nighteye even looked so perfect in his blood-sucking posture. He couldn't help but praise: "He is truly a native species who has awakened the blood of his ancestor! In addition to the powerful abilities of his eyes, It can also perfectly hide the characteristics of the vampire clan. This is the unique ability of one of the ancestors of the thirteen clans. I have to think carefully about which ancestor it is..."

Nana watched from the side, her chest rising and falling, her breathing getting faster and faster, and she didn't even listen to what the old man was saying.

She suddenly grabbed Qianye’s right hand and bit it on the artery of his wrist!

The white-haired old man's admiration suddenly stopped and he looked at Nana in astonishment.

Nana took a few big mouthfuls of blood, then screamed, slammed down Qianye's hand, took a few steps back, and looked at Qianye with a complicated expression.

"How is it?" the old man asked solemnly. He rarely saw Nana like this.

Nana looked a little confused and said: "His blood is very sweet, but that's all. But I don't know why, as soon as I smell the smell of his blood, I can't restrain my impulse. I want to ...give him his first hug!”

"What?" The white-haired old man was truly shocked this time. After he confirmed that Nana was serious, he sighed and shook his head and said, "It's too late. His blood has been sanctified by this child. She is a native species. Although the level is still very low at the moment, both you and me can do it." The power of her blood cannot be suppressed. No one can turn this human into a vampire except her, but even if she wakes up now, it is impossible for her to complete the first embrace."

Nana still looked a little dazed and kept licking the remaining blood on her lips.

The white-haired old man picked up Ye Tong and said, "It's time to go. If it's too late, she won't be able to soak in the blood pool in time."

Nana followed the old man, occasionally looking back to take a look at Qianye, who was completely motionless. Although she was unwilling to do so, she still left.

Blood slaves are a road of no return. The human race has nothing to do about it, and the vampire race has nothing to do either.

The night finally became quiet, as if nothing had happened. But if insiders see the white-haired old man and the girl appearing here, it will definitely cause an uproar.

The powerful Marquis Giulio and Nana are considered gods of murder even among the vampires in the upper continent.

I don’t know how long it took, but Qianye felt as if someone was dragging him along in the hazy state, and he heard vague sounds.

"This kid is finally dead."

"Yeah, hurry up and throw it to the Burning Canyon. I don't want to stay there any longer."

"Me too."