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The blood clan invaded the continent of Statu, and the power of darkness began to grow wantonly. Shastaya is far away from the Slade Sea and Orchester. Susan's knights and the light believers of the Protoss can't protect it yet. The power of darkness was like a plague, and the humans living in Shastaya soon fell ill, and the breath of death spread, and the gray sky seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.

Shastaya is full of corpses that are struggling to escape but fell halfway. Black crows landed in groups on the already withered branches of trees, their hoarse and piercing calls made people unconsciously arouse irritability The petite figures in black and red robes silently instruct the skeleton to carry the rotting corpses, passing by occasionally but without any communication, like puppets who can only obey orders.

Betty and Eunice were also among these witches, but instead of carrying the corpses, they found a hidden corner to chat quietly.

"The smell of death here is getting heavier and heavier, and I always feel a little uneasy." Betty leaned against the cold wall, her eyes kept falling on the witch who was carrying the corpse, and said in a low voice, "What on earth is the blood demon trying to do here?"

Shastaya has completely become the territory of the blood demon. Before, there was a dragon flying over following the dark aura to occupy it, but he was directly killed by the blood demon. The corpse became the nutrient for the death aura. Many dragons and gorefiends have not taken action to clean it up, but she has a strong desire to monopolize this place in Shastaya.

"The heavier the breath of death, the greater the power of the dark magic circle." Eunice leaned against Betty and lowered her head to play with the dagger, "There must be something she wants here."

The Protoss is far away in the Saker Plain. Even if the Gorefiend creates a powerful dark magic circle, it is impossible to cross half of the Sistatu Continent to deal with the Protoss. She once suffered a loss in the hands of Cynthia, and the Bloods invaded the Protoss here. It was a troublesome time, but the Gorefiend didn't join in the fun. It can only be said that the things here are more important to her than seeking revenge from the gods.

Things that are important to the Gorefiend... A stern look flashed in Eunice's lowered eyes, just as the Gorefiend hurt her most important person, she asked the Gorefiend to use her most important thing to offset it.

After coming to Shastaya with the blood demon, they are not as free as before, and they can't communicate too much under the eyes of the blood demon, but as long as Betty sees Eunice by her side, Betty's heart is full. Very calm, she turned her head to look at Eunice's side face, and whispered, "What are you thinking?"

Sensing Betty's gaze, Eunice put away the dagger between her fingers, she stretched her arms around Betty's waist and relaxed, "I was thinking...is it time for you to write a letter again? "

Betty remembered only after being reminded by her. She took out the quill and parchment from the space gem, raised her arm with great effort in the position of being held by Eunice, and said with some distress: "I don't know what to write .”

They've been in Shastaya for a while, but haven't investigated the Bleeder's purpose yet.

"I'll teach you." Eunice leaned close to Betty and whispered in Betty's ear, the slightly raised corners of her lips didn't soften her expression but made her look more serious.

Betty listened carefully to what she had to say, without asking any questions, and wrote it down on the parchment verbatim.

Shastaya is shrouded in the breath of death, but the rest of the Startu continent is not much better than it, especially the Mentos desert, where the power of darkness is strong and leaked from the temple of Mother Earth. Divine power and various auras are intertwined, and the sky above the Mentos Desert is bright and dark, as if it has returned to the time when the gods just left, and the entire continent will be destroyed in the next second.

Samantha and Nuoxi took Vanjo and Bruhe and picked a few other clans with outstanding combat effectiveness to enter the Temple of Mother Earth, while Elvira took the rest of the clans to guard outside. The Temple of Mother Earth After the blood race entered, a gust of wind and sand suddenly blew up, and the yellow sand enveloped the entire temple. Even Elvira couldn't see the situation inside clearly through the yellow sand.

But although he couldn't see it, judging from the violent shaking of the ground under his feet, a fierce battle was taking place inside the temple.

For the vampires who have been on the high ground for too long, they don't care about the dragon riders in the temple at all. Bruch and Vanjoy personally take action, and it is only a matter of time before they are eliminated. Some vampire elders who are not so good at fighting stand still Waiting in the yellow sand, some blood races took out drawing boards, musical instruments and other things to pass the time.

This is what Cynthia saw when she came to the Mentos Desert on the back of the red dragon. The temple of the Mother of the Earth was surrounded by yellow sand, and in front of the temple was a blood elder with gorgeous clothes and pale complexion like an aristocrat. Playing, drawing, and dancing are just about to be played, but in this windy and sandy environment, no matter how beautiful the dance is, there is a weird sense of weirdness.

"This blood race is so weird." The red dragon below muttered in a low voice, a little dissatisfied with the blood race's occupation of its territory, and breathed a mouthful of dragon's breath towards the bottom without saying a word.

Cynthia's expression was also a little subtle, but she quickly adjusted herself. Seeing that the red dragon's breath exposed them, she raised her staff and began to chant spells. Behind them were dozens of giant dragons flying Come over, the dragon's back is very spacious, and hundreds of protoss will not feel crowded standing on it.

The giant dragon occupies half of the sky, and the power of light condensed on the top of the protoss staff exudes dazzling golden light. The haze over the Mentos Desert is severely torn by the golden light. As the nemesis of the power of darkness, the power of light faces It is always domineering and powerful. The elders of the blood clan who were busy with their own things put down their things in an instant and gathered together. The dragon's breath landed with the great light technique, and the scorching breath made their expressions serious.

Elvira, who didn't know where she was staying, also came out. She looked up at the giant dragon in the sky, her scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, "It's a bit tricky to protect the 'knights' of the Protoss this time."

Not only is it tricky, when the wolves were knights to protect the gods, they were on the ground, but now they are protected by giant dragons, and they are brought directly to the air. Although the blood can also float, it is definitely not as flexible as the dragon.

The elders of the blood race who gathered on Elvira's side have already begun to mobilize the power of darkness to confront the gods. Elvira stared at the dragon for a while, but before she could think of a good way, the low roar of the beast suddenly overwhelmed the dragon's chant It sounded in the ears of the blood race. Huge beasts bared their fangs and were slowly approaching the blood race under the urging of the alien race with a human body and a snake tail. It was the first time that white wolves and gray wolves interspersed among them were not so conspicuous. The momentum is impossible to ignore.

Aiweila glanced at a figure from the corner of her eye, her eyes flickered, and she ordered to the elder of the blood clan beside her: "Take care of the god clan first." After speaking, her body flickered and disappeared.

The elder, who was waiting for her to speak more carefully, ran away for a moment when he saw her leave a word. He looked up at the protoss on the back of the dragon, and he could only sigh, put away the small notebook in his hand, and summoned the other elders. Fly up and confront the Protoss on the opposite side.

The McAvey clan is considered a wise man among the blood clan, they are not keen on fighting, and Elder Ernest is a quiet existence in the McAvey clan, his hobby is to observe and study everything in this world, and This "everything" definitely doesn't include combat.

He was very excited to see Cynthia. If he hadn't met in this situation, he would have taken a quill and parchment to carefully record the Cynthia in his eyes.

"May I ask her a question before we fight?" Ernest asked sincerely to the vampire next to him, "Do you think she will answer me?"

The blood clan glanced at him, "She may not answer you, but the red dragon under her feet will definitely entertain you with dragon breath." He raised his hand and pushed Ernest's shoulder, and whispered: "Don't dawdle , Delaying the affairs of leader Samantha, be careful that she tears up your baby."

Ernest shrank his shoulders and mobilized the power of darkness with the other elders, not daring to be distracted.

The Temple of the Mother of the Earth is too important to the Statu Continent. Not only the Gods, Dragon Knights, Wolf Clans, and Snake Clans came to stop the Blood Clan, but a mysterious team in white and black robes also stepped in. Mentos Desert, but they did not participate in the battlefield, but tried to approach the temple from the rear.

Flora lived in the temple since she was a child and was very familiar with everything about the temple. Seeing that the temple was covered in yellow sand, her face became heavy. Olivia walked beside her and frowned when she saw that her face was not good. Mei asked, "Is it serious?"

Flora shook her head, "It should be able to hold on."

The dragonriders left in the temple are the most powerful in the clan, and they will not let the blood clan easily win, but because they are also responsible for maintaining the stability of Staru Continent, the longer the delay, the worse the situation will be for them.

Chelsea also led the witch Morgan to follow Flora and the elves. The yellow sand under their feet was soft, and it was difficult for the witches to walk on it. Coupled with the strong wind around them, their speed was slower than that of the elves. But it was precisely because of this that they saw the scuffle between the wolf clan and the blood clan.

They were fighting fiercely, and no one noticed this mysterious small team. While wearing a black robe to resist the wind and sand, Chelsea casually glanced at the most intense part of the battlefield, just in time to see a white wolf being killed by a red wolf. The blood clan knocked over, and the two of them fought for a while and escaped from the battlefield, and their figures were quickly covered by the wind and sand.

Chelsea: "..."

A witch found Chelsea in a daze and followed her line of sight, but she didn't see anything. She wondered, "What's wrong?"

Chelsea came back to his senses, lowered his head and closed the hood on his head, continued to follow the team, and said flatly: "It's nothing."

If she read correctly, the white wolf just now seemed to be Hanni, and the red-haired vampire should be Elvira who had been hanging out with Cynthia before.

The relationship between Elvira and Cynthia seems to be pretty good, and Hanni...should not be too bad, right?She had seen the two of them together several times before, and they seemed quite close.

It might be reminiscing about the old days, Chelsea thought while walking forward while stepping on the footprints left by the elves with a blank face.

The author has something to say: The jihad has begun

War correspondent Ernest: I want to interview Cynthia

Elvira: I went to play with the little wolf, you guys have a good fight

Chelsea: Can you be more serious?