The banquets of the top leaders of the blood clan are full of debauchery and depravity.

No one knew that the Grand Duke Dracula, who was in the throne and like a demon king, did not play some indescribable games with the female descendants as usual after the banquet, but came to the study.

This is Dracula's forbidden land, and any offensive blood clan will only end up being stolen and burned to death!

Compared with the reckless Caesar, Dracula claimed to be a wise man and even gathered wise descendants, wrote a set of words for vampires, and also produced books to carry everything.

At this time, Dracula put down the wine glass, stroked the handle of a wooden chair, and twisted the machine bracket.

Crack! Crack!

A secret door emerged, and a downward staircase appeared.

He walked down silently with the oil lamp.

The secret room is small, empty on all sides, with only a statue of a man standing in the center.

"God? Lord? Or some great existence that is indescribable... You made me, but I have many questions and want you to answer in person..."

Duke Dracula murmured.

Although he has ruled half of the continent, he will never forget the scene when he just achieved a new life, and the young face.

"If you are a god...then hatred engraved in blood is the mission you have given me, I will complete it and destroy those damn werewolfs!"

Dracula knelt on the ground, as if a devout believer was praying.

The statue is neither sad nor happy. On the cheeks that look like Fang Yuan, a faint gaze projected down, as if looking down at all living beings.

...

In the 72nd year of the Vampire Era, under the leadership of Dracula, the vampires completed the system reform, formulated strict levels, and built themselves into a sophisticated war machine.

In the seventy-three years, the Blood Wolf War broke out!

On the plain, more than tens of thousands of vampires and werewolf gathered together, and the scene looked very spectacular.

At this time, Grand Duke Dracula was riding a giant beast and wearing thick armor.

Mining and smelting are also skills that vampires find.

At this time, the 50,000 vampires under his command were fully armed, not only wearing chain mail, knight plate armor and other full-body armor, but also had exquisite sword weapons.

In comparison, although the werewolf on the opposite side gathered 70,000 to 80,000 in a mess, they were full of barbaric no matter how they looked.

Fang Yuan, who was watching the battle on the clouds, saw this scene, but he couldn't help but think of the confrontation between medieval knights and barbarians.

"Roar!"

Under the crotch of the vampire knights, ferocious beasts roared, some of them were wearing iron armor, looking like steel fortresses.

This is after Dracula caught some giant beasts, he tried to tame and reproduced slightly smaller descendants.

After cultivation, this camel beast was obtained. Not only was it extremely powerful, but it also had sharp claws and fangs, which could tear the raw meat.

As a cavalry mount, you can definitely throw horses away from eight streets.

"Roar!"

At this time, a wolf roar suddenly came from the werewolf camp.

"Ahhhh!"

The sound was loud and loud, carrying an indescribable agitation.

Almost all werewolfs, after hearing the whistle, their eyes turned red involuntarily, turning into an upright werewolf form, roaring.

Group madness!

The werewolf's blood talent, with the strength of a vampire, has been suppressed and beaten by werewolf, which is far inferior in individual combat.

"Ahhhh!"

"Ahhhh!"

Amid the wolf roars one after another, many werewolfs used their hands and feet to charge.

"Send orders and send troops!"

Dracula watched this scene quietly, drew out his long sword and waved it.

After the messenger's hysterical roar and then passed it to every vampire knight through blood magic, all the cavalry immediately rushed out.

Rumble!

They charged forward, faster and faster, and eventually turned into a torrent of steel.

Bang!

The two teams collided fiercely.

The werewolfs were horrified to find that their sharp minions, which were usually proud, left at most a deep scratch when facing the steel armor, and could not harm the vampire protected inside.

However, just in this moment of dazed moment, the steel giant beasts roared and crushed directly, leaving behind a ground of flesh and blood.

Even the power of werewolf cannot be compared with the descendants of the giant beast!

"This is the power of the system, the power of iron and blood..."

Dracula looked at the scene with a smile: "Long ago before the war, I issued an order. Those who have made meritorious battles will increase their fiefdoms and reward them with their first merits!"

Although the bloodline concentration of the blood clan is fixed, for him, as long as he is not a second- or third-generation blood clan, it is still very simple to improve the level of several vampires, and a drop of blood is enough.

But this is enough to inspire the enthusiasm of all blood clans.

In front of the vampire army with strict military discipline, excellent equipment, heavy rewards and motivation, and great morale, the werewolf, who was still in the era of the wild tribe, suffered a lot.

It was just a charge, and the bravest werewolf were destroyed, while more werewolfs shouted in horror and chose to escape from the battlefield.

This escape move not only pushed other werewolfs into an irreversible abyss, but also easily exposed their backs to the enemy.

During the pursuit, the vampire knights achieved ten times the previous results at the slightest cost.

"Kill Caesar!"

"Kill Caesar!"

Seeing that the victory was decided, a trace of blood flashed in Dracula's eyes and she shouted loudly.

"Kill Caesar!"

Many vampire knights roared wildly and charged at the werewolf core.

"Ahhhh!"

A shrill roar came.

Dracula clearly saw a giant wolf with pure white fur all over the body, with a golden mark on his forehead, like a king, tore up several vampire knights and quickly fled from the battlefield.

‘Caiser…my old enemy, on the path of personal extraordinaryness, you surpassed me, but it was useless…’

The great duke who saw this scene whispered secretly.

As the sun sets, the vampires set up their camp tents and happily check out the results of the battle.

"In this battle, we directly killed 20,000 werewolf warriors and captured 30,000, and defeated the largest werewolf royal family's direct forces into wild dogs!"

Dracula was drinking the werewolf blood and suddenly knocked on the table, and his voice fell: "But Caesar ran away. I have to admit that this old opponent has an intuition that ordinary people can't imagine. As long as he delays for a moment, my blood relatives and the elders will launch a blood magic trick to completely trap it!"

"Now, the entire continent can definitely belong to us, but the struggle with werewolf will continue. Therefore, I decided... to demote all the captured werewolf to slaves. We need them to mine, smel... and even become warriors of our blood clan!"

Dracula slapped the table: "Of course, this is not a day and night, and it requires long-term training, but we must show the patience of taming the giant beasts!"

"What?"

"Leave those werewolfs?"

"Even as just a slave, they're too cheap!"

As imagined, this proposal immediately caused a storm among the vampire nobles.

Even though they are all high-ranking blood clans and can slightly restrain the hatred in their bloodline, they still cannot suppress that nature.

"If Caesar had already been awarded the title, I would definitely kill all the werewolf and let these bastards disappear into this world..."

Dracula said slowly: "But the key now... is that Caesar has fled. As long as it exists, the werewolf will not be cut off. Therefore... we must change the way. Every blood clan is precious. Let the werewolf kill each other! This is my decision!"

Taking out the authority of the Great Duke of the Blood Clan, this decision was finally implemented.

The 30,000 werewolves captured will be demoted to slaves, and even worn special chains and shackles, which can suppress their ability to become wolf.

They will serve the nobles in the form of human beings, undertake all hard labor, and even provide providers of blood.

...

"Earl of Catherine!"

In the military camp, many werewolfs were locked up together, and the smell was very bad.

A lady wearing a high evening dress walked in slowly and looked over from one cage after another.

The guardian immediately bowed and bowed: "What's the matter with you, noble, come?"

"After the order of the Grand Duke, I will select a few slaves for myself!"
To be continued...