Warlord: King of All Clans

Time goes back to three days ago.

In the mountains of Earl Kurolov's territory, an ancient elven ruin that had been abandoned for thousands of years suddenly began to emit a green light.

These natural magic powers slowly condensed, formed a vortex, and finally turned into a gate of light.

The Elf Queen Ostara walked out of the portal, holding a magical red thread in her hand that ordinary supernatural creatures could not perceive.

She flicked the red line, and felt that the distance was still far, so she transformed into her beast form.

The coarse cloth clothes she conjured up turned into white dragon scales, the village woman's headscarf turned into dragon horns, and her body expanded infinitely, and in the blink of an eye she turned into a white dragon more than 20 meters long.

The silver-white, elegant white dragon supported itself on the ground with all four legs and soared into the sky.

It spread out its wings, which were larger than its body, and flew toward the outskirts of the mountains.

After flying in the clouds for more than ten minutes, Ostara finally flew out of the mountains and arrived at her destination hundreds of miles away.

She landed on the hilltop above the wyvern's lair. Her slender and elegant dragon body seemed light, but when it landed on the hilltop, it directly crushed half of the rocks.

The broken rocks rolled down the cliff and crashed into the valley.

The valley below is the lair of the wyverns kept in captivity by Count Kurolov's family, and is also the headquarters of the Blood Moon Church.

Countless large and small two-legged flying dragons rushed out like a swarm of startled bats, avoiding the rolling and falling boulders.

These mid-level magical beasts have small cubs that are only one or two meters long, while the adult ones are six or seven meters long from head to tail.

The largest two-legged flying dragon was even ten meters long, which was almost the same as the giant dragons described in human texts.

But in front of Ostara's transformed white dragon, it was like a group of ugly bats swooping down on a white swan.

Ostara didn't want to pay any attention to this group of flesh and blood puppets that were dominated and controlled by blood. Instead, she condensed dragon breath in her mouth, then lowered her head and let out a dragon roar into the valley.

"Woof!"

Huge sound waves and condensed terrifying dragon breath poured straight into the valley from above, washing all the rocks and trees inside.

The rocks collapsed, the trees shattered, and the low- and middle-level blood mages who were hiding in the dark and controlling the wyverns could not withstand such a horrific blow. They fell to the ground with blood flowing from their pores and screaming.

The wyvern, having lost control, suddenly fell like a kite with a broken string.

However, the creatures dominated by blood are not pure puppets, they also have clear consciousness. After regaining control of their bodies, they immediately regain the ability to move and take the opportunity to escape.

If there was no one controlling it, a mid-level flying dragon would not be able to withstand the terrifying dragon power and attack the saint-level white dragon.

After clearing out the annoying minions with one strike, Ostara jumped into the valley, her body deforming at the same time, and turned back into human form the moment she landed on the ground.

At the entrance of the cave in the valley, a ninth-level blood mage appeared and stared at Ostara. "Elf, why are you my enemy?"

"I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! I just came over to take a look."

Ostara retorted as she walked past him and went into the cave to take a look.

As the headquarters of the Blood Moon Church, there were countless restrictions set up here, but Ostara walked all the way there and none of them were triggered.

The Elf Queen, who possesses the heritage of the elves, may not have much experience, but she has unrivaled theoretical knowledge.

In her eyes, these simple spells were like mouse traps that could be seen through at a glance.

The ninth-level blood mage, who was second only to the Saint level, was looked down upon even by the three Saint levels in the imperial capital. But at this time, he had lost his temper and could only allow her to visit.

This is a huge natural cave, which has been modified by human beings and is deep and spacious.

The interior is filled with various vampire-style decorations and ancient stone carvings.

The giant stone sculptures from countless years ago, although cracked and broken everywhere and covered with dust, still exude a majestic and austere atmosphere.

The knowledgeable Elf Queen could tell at a glance that this was an ancient vampire relic.

"Ah, the ancient ruins of the Blood Clan! I heard that the capital of the Blood Clan Empire is on the south bank of the Dome River, less than three hundred miles from here. It was discovered by humans fifty years ago. I have always wanted to visit it, but I didn't expect there is one here!"

The high-level blood mage just wanted her to leave quickly, so he suppressed his impatience and said, "There's nothing to see here. If you want to find something to eat, the wyverns outside will give it to you."

The higher the extraordinary people go, the more they know and the more they respect the elves.

To kind people, elves are harmless creatures. However, to people like them, although these annoying elves have no targeted malice, they are like a group of naughty children and can cause huge losses to people if they are not careful.

Ostara ignored the current owner of the cave's attempt to expel her, looked around, and wandered all the way to the deepest part of the cave.

This is the Blood Moon Church's place of worship. In the huge cavity in the mountain, there is a large circle of vampire statues, their fronts pointing to the altar in the center.

There were also strange patterns and grooves carved on the stone slabs on the ground. Blood flowed from all directions and gathered on the altar in the center.

On a round platform, there was a huge sarcophagus, with countless blood grooves flowing out from its bottom, spitting out blood.

This sarcophagus is like a beating heart. As it vibrates, the blood in the entire hall also contracts and flows.

Ostara went forward to check out curiously, and suddenly there was a noise behind her.

All the stone sculptures suddenly opened their eyes, emitting scarlet light. Blood-colored threads intertwined to form a huge blood cocoon that trapped Ostara.

"Oops, I'm stuck!"

Outside the bloody hall, the high-level blood mage couldn't help but look down on them. "The elves are really stupid. I don't know how they can survive until now. How can they come here to die?"

A mage's combat effectiveness is never reflected in frontal combat, but in the use of magic power.

Any mage's mage tower can enhance the mage's strength exponentially. A ninth-level mage, in the mage tower that he has painstakingly built, is a being comparable to a saint!

This cave is the Blood Moon Sect's headquarters, and is also the wizard tower for him as the sect leader.

Being in it, you won’t be afraid even if the Saints come!

As for the blood formation deep in the earth's core, it is the origin of the Blood Moon Sect.

In order to keep this blood array activated, the Blood Moon Cult needs to kill one hundred human slaves or alien slaves every day.

And only by sacrificing a transcendent, squeezing their blood and injecting it into the blood pool can the consciousness of the owner of the sarcophagus be slightly stimulated, allowing her to wake up briefly.

But the blood of thousands of mortals is no match for an elf, let alone an elf of the holy level.

The sarcophagus was discovered fifty years ago, and inside it lay an ancient being that lived ten thousand years ago.

This is the deity of the Blood Moon Cult, the queen of the blood clan!

Scarlet Queen Meredith!

When she completely absorbs the power of the holy elves, she will be fully revived and come to the world!