Warlord: King of All Clans

Leo ignored Locke's nagging and personally delivered the pottery pot that sealed the high-level ghost to the collection room in the atrium.

He kept in mind the advice of the Orc Great Shaman Leoni and did not communicate with high-level ghosts privately, for fear that his mind would be distorted by the other party if he was not careful.

After all, mental distortion is not only about extreme behavior, but also about subtle changes.

Leo doesn't want to suddenly feel that the world is not a good place one day, and then transform himself into a world-destroying devil.

But Al was clearly resistant to the collection.

"This is undead! We elves don't like this!"

Leo shamelessly consoled, "Dead spirits are also spirits, they are all the same, leave them here for now, and study them when you have time, maybe you will find something new."

El said loudly: "Do you think we haven't studied the magic of death? The elves have studied more about the magic of death than the human race!"

Leo was very interested, "Really? Let me see!"

El refused flatly, "No, this is a top secret of the elves, and the races below the mountain are not allowed to come into contact with it!"

She warned: "Even elves can be corrupted by the magic of death, and the races under the mountain are even more unable to resist. So don't come into contact with the magic of death easily, and don't touch the undead bred by the magic of death!"

In order to remind Leo, Al had to say a few more words, "Death magic is the opposite of natural magic. When the two come into contact, an annihilation reaction will occur. When the concentration of death magic reaches a critical value, all living things will be annihilated. Otherwise, Bobak would not have run to block the door."

"If you blindly use the power of death, I'm afraid the elven elders of Highgarden will come out to stop you!"

Leo immediately backed off. The Elf Queen had been captured and put in solitary confinement for abusing natural magic.

If he abuses the magic of death, won't he be surrounded and scolded by the elf elders?

So he made the next best choice, "Since the death magic cannot be used, then just target this high-level ghost. We will be mentally polluted by him, don't you think?"

"Of course!"

"Help me pry open its mouth and see what the undead army on the snowfield is doing."

"The undead army on the snowfield may be common to the elves, but it is also a formidable enemy to the races under the mountain."

After hearing what Leo said, Al felt relieved and muttered, "Then I'll help you!"

After settling the high-level ghosts, Leo turned around and headed for the room where the Queen's blood coffin was located. "Take me to see Meredith."

The vampire sarcophagus brought back by the Elf Queen still lies quietly in the collection room. The last vampire princess Meredith inside has been sleeping for 10,000 years.

Ten thousand years ago, the Blood Clan Empire was entrenched along the Dome River and enslaved several intelligent races, including humans.

In the past hundred years, the remains of the vampires have been discovered in the Counties of Kurolov and Brutus on both sides of the Dome River.

The two major families collected a large amount of vampire knowledge and joined forces with the Blood Moon Sect to analyze many of the vampire spells.

By feeding a large amount of blood, the Blood Moon Master can briefly awaken Meredith and obtain more advanced and complete blood magic.

But because the blood power of the mortal race was too weak, Meredith never really woke up. It was like she was half asleep and half awake, and the blood clan spells she mastered were stolen in a daze.

Her so-called blood believers actually treated her as an ATM.

Only ignorant lower-class believers believe in the Blood Queen. The core leaders who really know the inside story regard her as a sacred artifact.

Looking at Meredith lying quietly in the sarcophagus, Leo scratched his head, "Al, she can't wake up?"

"Ten thousand years is too long. Not to mention the vampires, even the elves would die if they slept for that long. Her strength has been exhausted and she relies entirely on the outside world for nourishment. If we don't give her something good to eat, it will be difficult for her to wake up."

Leo thought about it and made up his mind, "Feed the dragon heart to her!"

The dragon heart he was talking about was not the holy magic crystal "Heart of Kredaron", but the heart of Kredaron.

After the death of the mad dragon Kreidaron, Leo took away 60% of the body, including the dragon's heart.

The dragon's heart is also sealed in the collection room in the atrium, with a large amount of dragon blood essence remaining in it.

Feeding it to Meredith is more effective than sacrificing a hundred transcendents.

The dragon corpse is Leo's asset, and Al does not interfere with his decision. He nods happily when he hears this.

"OK!"

Soon, the huge dragon heart was moved by Al to Meredith's room and hung on the top of the sarcophagus.

A drop of dragon blood dripped from the tip of the dragon's heart and fell on the gem in the sarcophagus.

The dragon blood, which contained a powerful breath of life, was quickly absorbed into the sarcophagus.

Under the sarcophagus, dense blood vessel-like veins spread out, beating like a pulse.

And Meredith's life breath gradually solidified from being vague.

Three days passed before Meredith opened her eyes.

"I finally woke up."

Meredith raised her upper body and immediately hit her forehead hard on the coffin lid.

She tried to push open the coffin lid, but found that the outside of the coffin was densely tied with rune chains and locked with several locks.

In order to prevent her from escaping after waking up, Leo asked Al to lock her coffin.

"Ah! Let me out!"

Looking at Meredith punching and kicking the coffin, Leo looked at Al, "Is this the Queen of the Blood Clan?"

Al, who had turned into a fawn, jumped around the sarcophagus and said, "According to the records collected by the Elf Queen, Meredith is only the last princess of the blood race. She still has parents and a brother. The title of Blood Queen was given by the Blood Moon Cult."

“Maybe it’s a translation error!”

Leo looked at the vampire princess and stroked his chin. "She is a vampire saint after all. If she is released, she won't be uncontrollable, right?"

Al was unhappy, "You are looking down on me!"

As she spoke, she controlled her magic power to form an invisible giant hand, which slammed heavily on the coffin, instantly stopping Meredith.

Leo chose to believe Al and waved his hand, "Open the lid!"

As the rune chains were untied, Meredith finally sat up and looked at Leo, her eyes suddenly fixed.

"Humble blood slave, what is this place? How long have I slept?"

"Not long, only ten thousand years."

Meredith couldn't believe it, "Ten thousand years???"

The vampires studied the magic of longevity for countless years, and finally they could barely reach the level of the elves. Ten thousand years was already an unattainable number.

But there was nothing happy about it, after all, I was sleeping the whole time.

She lay on the edge of the coffin and asked loudly, "Where are the others? Where are my father and mother? Where is my brother?"

Leo couldn't say it directly, "Ten thousand years is too long. Your tombs are all buried. I'm afraid your family members haven't been dug out yet."

Meredith felt a little relieved after hearing Leo's words, then stood up and stretched.

Her skin is like finely polished ivory, wrapping around her well-proportioned body, and every inch of her is full of extreme charm.

"Blood slave, help me change my clothes!"