The Possessed Elf Princess Helped Her to Join the Blood Race

In the forest outside Mowa City, the fighting has stopped.

Viserys stood on the ground with a cane, his pupils already a deep blood red.

The blood-colored raindrops in the sky continued to fall, converging into a huge blood-colored river, running along the previous river channel toward the sea.

The surrounding trees, whether they were individually intact or mostly broken into sawdust, as well as the ground here, were completely stained with blood.

Only the color on Viserys' body was normal. After the blood rain fell on him, it would immediately disappear into thin air.

In the sky, Rubin, who was floating with wings waving, was blocked by a translucent white shield. The blood rain would be evaporated immediately after contacting the shield.

"Why did you stop? Are you tired?"

Viserys sighed: "No, I just don't want to waste any more energy. I seem to have told you many times that your lady is fine."

"Is everything okay? How are you sure it's okay? His Majesty has come to me to ask why."

Rubin was angry, and the Angel King called him personally, which shocked him, and he thought something happened after Indira left alone.

Fortunately, it was only a minor injury.

And after hearing that he was being held hostage, Walsh did not pursue the matter.

Rubin then wanted to leave here to find Indira, but Viserys wouldn't let him, so they had to fight.

After the fight, Rubin realized that he had been deceived by this bad old man. The reason why the Elf King gave him the scroll of solid magic to protect their princess was simply made up by him.

How can any elf smash out a lot of blood magic when he takes action?

"Hurry up and tell me. If you can give me a reasonable explanation, I can continue to accompany you."

"Didn't your Angel King say this himself? It's okay. You heard it too. He just suffered a few minor injuries. Otherwise, if you were so unreliable, your Angel King would have come in person a long time ago. What's the big problem?"

"Then why does the young lady get injured every once in a while? Isn't it certain that the young lady is fighting? Moreover, the opponent is not weak and the battle is difficult. Your princess must have done something to her."

"Don't slander others. I don't know about such things. I'm not omnipotent. Maybe I stepped on a nail while walking, bit my mouth while eating, or was bitten by a mosquito."

Viserys spread his hands with an innocent expression on his face.

When Rubin heard this explanation, he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? What kind of mosquito can grow to the point of biting Miss? Come and find one for me?"

"Well - weren't you the one who started talking nonsense to me? If your lady hadn't wanted to grab something, how could there have been a fight? Besides, your thoughts seem to be different from yours, right?"

Rubin's expression changed slightly: "I'm just here to protect the lady, what else can I think of."

Viserys nodded: "That's best. Then why are you still here? You said you were anxious to protect your young lady. After I stopped, you started nagging me again. I don't think you are loyal at all."

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This time Rubin didn't even reply, he turned around and left.

"Oh, why are you so impatient? Don't be impatient. I'll tell you one last thing." Viserys smiled.

"What are you talking about? Hurry up, I have to protect my young lady." Rubin turned around.

"It's exactly related to what you said. If you protect, protect, but don't have other thoughts about others."

"Huh? I thought you were going to threaten me, but if you just say a word like that, it seems to have no effect at all. I don't have to listen at all." Rubin looked strange.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just talking, I don't expect it to be useful."

"Haha, you are so interesting, but I can listen. At least for now, I won't have any ideas, and I can't decide easily. Okay, never see you again."

As soon as the words fell, Rubin instantly turned into a stream of light and disappeared, much faster than Yingdira left.

"Unfortunately, it's not that I don't want to stop you, but I can't stop you. Fortunately, the training during this period should be able to calm him down for a while."

The reason why Viserys stopped was because when Ruby on the other side began to accept the inheritance, his connections with his relatives also began to shift.

His combat power has not reached the eighth level. It is not that he is afraid of death, but mainly because if he continues to fight, he may be trained by Rubin and lose face.

His eyes returned to color and his pointed ears began to disappear, and Viserys began to walk towards the city of Morwa.

In the city lord's palace, Doyle was still guarding the blood cocoon. He understood Lulu's current situation, and it seemed that she was about to be transformed into a vampire.

He wasn't sure if this was a good thing, but it didn't matter anymore. What worried him most and made him helpless was that the two Hawthorns were waiting patiently.

Once exposed, they will still be caught and tortured.

The man named Sit just now even wanted to kill him, but he was stopped by another man, and he didn't know why.

He thought of people he might know and couldn't think of anywhere he could turn to.

After all, Mowa City is so big, and the strongest city lord and eldest lady are no match for them, and others will only die if they come.

In fact, Hawthorne's idea is very simple. He just wants to use Doyle as a bargaining chip to threaten Lulu.

Regardless of his reason, it was just that Doyle didn't seem to have any intention of running away.

That orc is very strong when alone, but not necessarily when facing someone who cares about him.

In addition, he also needs to guard against someone. The fighting in the distance has stopped, indicating that the blood noble is likely to appear here.

Even if he cannot borrow the power of his dependents, his own power is still comparable to his own, which is a big trouble.

After a while, Hawthorn opened his eyes, glanced at the blood cocoon, turned to Doyle, and then said to Sit beside him: "Knock him out and keep an eye on him."

Doyle's pupils shrank, and before he could react, he felt a severe knock on the back of his neck. His vision became increasingly blurry, and he eventually lost consciousness.

Then, cracks began to appear on the blood cocoon.

Hawthorn stood up and was about to step forward to check.

"do not move."

An old voice reached his ears, and at the same time Hawthorne could feel a gaze locked on him.

Very powerful, just like facing a superior.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being a blood noble who has been fighting across ranks for many years. Such power cannot be compared to him.

However, Hawthorn only frowned, because the person threatened by Viserys was not him, but Sit, who was standing next to the blood cocoon with Doyle in his hands.

A black cane with red light was pressed against the back of his head.

Sit could feel some pain there, and it was obvious that he had been injured, but there was no blood flowing down.

He was sweating profusely and did not dare to move at all, for fear that if he raised his head, the crutch would penetrate his brain without any hindrance.