Warlord: King of All Clans

The first thing Locke said when he saw Leo was, "My father is crazy."

Leo could also guess that Fabti was a little crazy, otherwise it would never have led to this situation.

Every earl family in the North has a profound foundation. Even during the struggle for hegemony, they never neglect their personal connections and will not offend everyone in the world in one fell swoop.

In this year, Count Fabti launched the Blood Moon Incident. The blood slave army swept across half of the North and made a bomb out of the eldest son of the Northern Grand Duke, attempting to kill the Northern Grand Duke.

He also joined forces with the three major cult leaders to plot against the holy shaman Runadov.

As time went by, these conspiracies and intrigues came to light and shocked the world. Even the people in the southern border who were eyeing the war covetously were frightened and did not dare to get involved in the war in the north for a while.

If any one of the heinous crimes committed by Fabuti succeeds, the North will be in turmoil.

Unfortunately, Rio Mundo appeared in the North, and the strength of the Northern Grand Duke and the Holy Shaman exceeded Fabuti's expectations, so now the situation in the North is not as one-sided as he hoped, but is in a stalemate.

The current Locke is different from the high-spirited man he was in the atrium last time. He looks much more haggard and has stubble on his chin.

In the past, Locke always had a smile on his face and a confident look, as if he could see through people at a glance.

Now he is much calmer and more restrained, and less annoying.

Leo looked at him and asked, "Your father is crazy, why are you looking for me? You should go see the Duke of the North."

Locke smiled bitterly and said, "I also want to go to Anhurst to find the Duke of the North, but I'm afraid that as soon as I show up, the Duke will kill me immediately to avenge the loss of his son."

Leo didn't want to pay attention to him. "It's no use looking for me. Your father is already a ninth-level expert. Only the Grand Duke and the Saint Shaman can deal with him. I am not qualified."

Locke gritted his teeth and said, "It was not my original intention for the North to be in such a mess. I have a way to break the situation, but I need your help."

Leo became interested when he heard this, "You say."

Locke said: "Half of my father's reliance is the blood magic of the Blood Moon Sect, but now the Queen's Blood Coffin is in your hands. This is the source of the Blood Moon Sect's magic and has the power to command all blood believers."

His eyes were eager. "As long as I master it, the blood slave army will be able to escape the control of the Blood Moon Cult and become my fighting force."

"The Blood Moon Sect Leader pledged allegiance to our Kurolov because of this blood coffin. If you can give me the blood coffin, the Blood Moon Sect Leader will no longer be loyal to my father, but will choose me instead."

Leo sneered immediately, "You are dreaming, why should I give it to you?"

The last princess of the vampire clan, Meredith, is sealed in the Queen's blood coffin, which is the source of the Blood Moon Sect's practice of blood magic.

The practice of blood magic requires the inheritance of blood, so the blood suppression is extremely terrifying.

In the eyes of low-level blood mages, this kind of blood suppression is more terrifying than the might of a dragon.

When the Elf Queen injured the Blood Moon Sect Leader and snatched away the Queen's Blood Coffin, the entire Blood Moon Sect was in an uproar, and all the Blood Bishops were looking for the Blood Coffin.

Locke led his team to find the atrium, but was driven back by Leo. He kept the secret in his heart, fearing that other blood bishops would get to know the news.

As long as one controls the Queen's Blood Coffin, one will be at the top of bloodline suppression, and even the Blood Moon Sect Leader will have to choose to surrender.

But not everyone can control the power of the blood coffin. Only a high-level blood mage who is proficient in blood magic can do so.

For a warrior like Leo, his magic-releasing combat skills were still very crude, and he didn't know any conventional spells, let alone the unpopular blood magic.

Like most of the extraordinary human beings, he still couldn't sense the existence of blood magic.

But up to now, no one in Hewan has become a high-level blood mage, so the Queen's Blood Coffin exists but has never been used effectively.

Hearing Leo's words, Locke no longer concealed his breath, and said with his head held high: "I have now been promoted to a high level, and I can barely control the Queen's Blood Coffin."

Leo watched Locke release a powerful magical aura and was secretly shocked that the other party was younger than him, but he had also been promoted to a high level.

However, he didn't know Locke very well. He just felt that this man was cunning and scheming and could not be trusted. So he shook his head and said perfunctorily, "Let's talk about it later."

After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "See you out."

Two Rose Knights stopped Locke and prepared to drive him out of the River Bay House.

Locke was anxious and shouted, "My father will make new moves soon. If you hesitate, someone close to you will be harmed sooner or later!"

Leo appeared to be indifferent, but he was thinking carefully about Locke's words.

Thousands of miles away in the Storm Strait, on a solitary peak by the sea, the Blood Moon Sect's leader, Flamel, was practicing in seclusion and recovering from his injuries.

The three sect leaders joined forces to set up a magic circle and besieged the Holy Shaman Runadov, but they were defeated miserably, which was beyond Flamel's expectations.

A hundred years ago, he fought Runadov to a draw alone!

But the biggest reason for the failure of the plan was that Count Fabti, who was used as a backup, never showed up from beginning to end.

Even if the three clan leaders cannot defeat Runadov, as long as they can trap him for a while, Count Fabti hiding in the dark can also give him a fatal blow.

The Holy Shaman is also a magician, with a fragile body. If he is careless, he can be killed by a single punch from a Level 9 warrior.

As a result, because Runadov's fighting power was beyond expectations, Count Fabti chose to stand by and watch, which directly led to the Undead Leader fleeing into the snowfield, the Blood Moon Leader being injured and escaping, and the Voodoo Leader being chased by the Holy Shaman for three days and three nights, and finally died.

After several months of seclusion, Blood Moon Sect Leader Flamel finally recovered from some of his injuries.

There was a noise outside the cave, and a Blood Cultist walked in, bowed and reported: "Master, Count Fabuti wants to see you."

Flamel snorted coldly, "This guy still has the nerve to see me?"

After saying this, he realized something was wrong and shouted, "Did Fabuti ask you to come?"

The Blood Cultist didn't know what he had done wrong, and said in astonishment: "You asked me to be in charge of the contact..."

Flamel was furious, "Then you came here so brazenly!"

But before he could make any move, the entire isolated peak suddenly shook, and then the mountain collapsed, burying both of them.

How could Flamel be crushed to death so easily? Before the ten thousand tons of weight fell, he turned into a blood mist and drilled out from the cracks in the stone.

Outside the lonely peak, the "Giant" Fabuti stood in mid-air. Seeing Flamel appear, he grinned and said, "Flamel, how are you?"

Now, Fabuti not only has blood tumors all over his body, but also has two arms, one big and one small.

Under his ribs, there were two more slender arms, with dark blue skin and a ball of green light in their palms.

On the huge orc's arm covered with blood tumors, a heart was buried in the crevices of the muscles, beating violently.

Flamel could tell at a glance that these were the arms and heart of the troll voodoo lord.

The trolls' magical inheritance is all about practicing both magic and martial arts. No matter if they are shadow hunters or voodoo priests, they are all powerful warriors at the same time.

This ninth-level Voodoo Sect Master's physical strength has also reached the ninth level!

Fabuti, who looked like a devil, devoured the corpse of the Voodoo Master with blood magic, and jumped from the initial ninth level to the peak of the ninth level in one fell swoop. Now he has set his sights on the Blood Moon Master!