Chapter 556: Lanqi and Sieglie will not say goodbye

The eternal night snow washed by the moonlight contains unknown coldness and danger.

Although the moonlight was bright, it could not completely dispel the shadows that shrouded the snowy ground.

Sigrace stood in front of Lanci, her fists clenched, the cold wind blowing her hair.

The beret she had never taken off had fallen off in the wind, snow and rolling when she jumped out of the car just now.

I saw a pair of wolf ears like an orc on her light-colored hair.

Her breathing was disordered, and each breath turned into a tiny white mist and merged with the snowflakes.

"Sieglie..."

Lanqi had never been interested in exploring other people's secrets until he saw Sigler's ears and finally confirmed some of his guesses.

According to the ancient books he read at the dinner party of the evildoers in the Temple of the previous Shadow World, pure wolf tribes would show some characteristics similar to wolf orcs under the moonlight.

And with the blessing of the moonlight, Sieglie became noticeably stronger.

"I'm not human, but I'm not a bad person."

Sieglie looked up at the night sky wearily and whispered to herself.

Although she would become stronger at night, enough to fight against the sixth level, the absolute gap between the sixth level and the seventh level could not be made up by any skills.

What's more, at night she only gains enhanced physical abilities and regenerative power, while vampires are immortal at night.

Even a seventh-level strongman may not be able to defeat the vampire count.

Sieglie didn't understand why the vampire count in the distance didn't attack, but he obviously noticed her ears.

Until the blood count looked at the person behind her and saluted in a slightly more elegant manner.

"Mr. Rocky, I am very interested in you. If you are willing to cooperate with us vampires, we will not harm you."

Count Gregory looked at Lanci in a friendly manner and spoke.

He had long been aware of the craftsman's skills - enough to repair and complete a work of art of divine quality, and as a human being like this, he could not bear to harm such a precious treasure.

Whether making him one's own dependent or offering him to the First Ancestor, it would have immeasurable value.

"Although I am very interested in your true identity in the Polante Empire, I can ask you about this slowly."

Count Gregory folded his arms and spoke in a relaxed manner.

Such a royal master craftsman would definitely be a national treasure in the Polant Empire. However, according to his intelligence, there is indeed no powerful figure like "Rocky McCarthy" in the Polant Empire.

The reason why he disguised himself as Rocky McCarthy to visit the Orc city-state was probably because he had a prominent status in the Polant Empire and did not want to attract too much attention.

But the highest position should be a minister.

In any case, his value has increased.

It is not easy to insert a high-ranking spy into the Polant Empire during wartime.

“…”

Sigley tightened her grip on Lanqi's wrist.

She didn't understand why the frail artist behind her could remain so calm at this moment.

It was as if he had no heartbeat.

Could it be that he had thought it through and that the vampires would never be willing to kill him? "Very good. I really like humans who can communicate."

Gregory observed Lanqi's condition and was very satisfied.

The other party did not show any panic or hostility towards the vampires. He was a rational human who knew how to act.

"But...if you want me to treat you well, there is only one thing you need to do now."

Count Gregory continued, pointing his finger at Sigra.

"Leave her to me."

In fact, before tracking them here, he didn't expect there would be any extra gains.

I actually ran into a remnant of the wolf clan.

And the more Gregory observed her hair and eye color, the better they seemed to him.

As expected, she is the werewolf that the fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo, is looking for.

As Gregory finished his words, thick blood-red magic power spread around him, transforming into an invisible wall that surrounded Lanci and Siglei, shrouding them in a layer of blood-red light.

Siglei's intuition was like a sharp blade, and she sensed the strange danger gradually spreading in the air.

A huge transparent cage suddenly formed, and the Count's unique blood magic trapped everything around Lanqi and Sigrai.

"Little guy, the reason why I haven't hurt you yet is that I want to ask you, did you escape from the Moon Goddess Temple?"

After Count Gregory captured the two men, he asked calmly.

“…”

Sigley stared coldly into the distance and held Lanqi's wrist a little tighter.

“Hehe.”

Seeing that Sieglei did not answer and the imperial craftsman did not respond, Count Gregory shook his head and smiled.

"In fact, I also participated in the bloody moon disaster that day, the bloodbath of the wolf tribe's last pure land. How many wolves did I kill? I don't remember."

He looked at his fingers, counted them and came up with no answer.

"I only know that there is a wolf tribe with the same hair color as you who is really difficult to deal with. He even fought hard against the Fourth Ancestor in a one-on-one duel, just to let the weaker wolves escape as much as possible."

Gregory looked at the moonlight in the clouds in the sky and recalled. It was a beautiful scene that he could never forget. Looking from afar, the once prosperous holy land, the Moon Goddess Temple, had turned into ruins, and the collapsed buildings were littered with dried wolf limbs and arms.

No matter if it was the old sage, the wolf girl, or the child, their blood had long been sucked dry or evaporated. Even if one just walked by, the rich smell of blood would hit one's nose.

The entire wolf clan's holy land has become a place for their blood clan to feast after their carnival.

"Unfortunately, in the end, only one cub managed to escape."

Thinking of this, Count Gregory's mouth unconsciously showed a hint of pleasant satisfaction.

Just as he expected.

In the distance, Sieglei's figure was silent, her face was covered with shadows, and her hair covered her eyes.

She did not waver or lose her composure at Count Gregory's words, but her fingers trembled slightly, the veins on the back of her hands throbbed, and the anger in her heart threatened to burn her out.

In the evoked memories, the blood-red moonlight shone, and the suffocating absurdity and hallucination enveloped the last Moon Goddess Temple.

Until this moment, it made her want to tremble.

"Little girl, your reaction seems to indicate that I guessed it right."

Count Gregory snapped his fingers, stared at Sigra, and asked with more conviction,

"...Do you know how ugly your father looked when his spine was pulled out when he was defeated by the Fourth Ancestor? I didn't expect to run into you here. I believe that when I bring your body to the Fourth Ancestor, he will be very happy."

Count Gregory watched with satisfaction the wolf cub, who had not yet grown up and had nowhere to escape, and looked forward to her collapse.

All I can say is that he is worthy of being the offspring of the wolf clan's strongest warrior, and he even possesses fighting talents that even the wolf king does not have.

At such a young age, he has reached the fifth level through hard work and struggle.

Fortunately, she was not allowed to continue growing.

From now on, the ancestor no longer has to worry about the revival of the wolf tribe. He just needs to nip this last seedling in the bud.

After killing Sieglei with his own hands, he will be able to receive the reward from the fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo.

If you want to be promoted to a marquis-level vampire, it is impossible without the blood reward of the first five ancestors.

The perfect arrangement of everything made Count Gregory indulge in the rare happiness of the moment.

Far away in the snow, Sieglie still did not respond to him.

“…”

Sieglie was certain that she had not escaped after all.

Ever since she narrowly escaped from her hometown that day, she felt that vampires were chasing her every day and night.

After all, I am not supposed to live. Maybe it would be better if I could die with my parents one day.

"You have wanted to die for a long time, right? I know that living is painful for you. I will send you to meet your parents now. Is this human being good to you?"

Gregory's eyes could not hide his obsession and intoxication, and he did not hide his desire to completely destroy Sigler's mentality.

"If you want him to survive by protecting him like this, you'd better not continue to harm him."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Count Gregory raised his hand with his fingers slightly curled up, as if he could take control of the entire snowy area at any time. There was a hint of kindness in his eyes, as if he was admiring the prey he had captured.

He wanted to let the little werewolf know that he didn't mind killing the human as well, so he shouldn't try to use him as a hostage.

The only choice she had was to die with this human, or to let him live alone.

"Okay, make a decision."

Gregory's voice echoed across the snowy plain like a death knell.

Every word of Count Gregory's voice was full of majesty.

Under this blood moon he is the ruler of the night, and all human will seems insignificant.

"The Blood Clan Count..."

Sigrace's voice was laced with long-suppressed anger.

Once she closed her eyes, there was no moment when she wasn't lonely and pitiful.

She can beat a fifth-level baron, and she can also fight against a sixth-level viscount if it is night.

But if there is a seventh-level vampire, she can only wait for death.

The time was too short, and she failed to grow strong enough to threaten the vampires.

Sigra felt a heavy tiredness and weakness, which spread through her hands and feet.

Her eyes fell helplessly on Lanqi.

“…”

It is a kind of gratitude, gratitude for meeting such an interesting person at the end of my life.

But unfortunately, she never grew up.

After a while, Sigley called out softly to Lanqi beside her.

"Mr. Lodge..."

"Um?"

Lanci's ears tilted slightly, listening to her words.

Before Lanqi could continue to say anything, Sigra had already let go of Lanqi's wrist, and the small figure walked towards Count Gregory alone.

"goodbye."

She said.

Her life was of little value, but she knew that someone like Rocky could not die. As long as he was alive, there was still hope for the Polant Empire. Perhaps he could deceive the vampire count and continue to escape back to the Polant Empire to become a double agent.

He is a good man.

"That's right."

Count Gregory showed some approval and licked his sharp teeth. He couldn't wait to suck the sweet blood of the wolf cub.

Although it would be ugly to see wolves turned into mummies, if the corpses of these nearly extinct wolf cubs were stored in his palace, it would be a valuable collection.

“…”

Sigra knew what her fate would be.

She had seen too many of her clansmen die at the hands of the vampires.

Strangely, she didn't feel very scared at the moment, she just felt that she was about to be relieved.

The only regret was that she couldn't go back to the Polant Empire to tell her younger brothers and sisters who were waiting for her about the interesting things that happened along the way.

Just thinking about it, tears welled up in her eyes for some reason.

She actually didn't want to die. It was not until the moment she decided to die that she realized that she had very few good things left but still wanted to keep them.

Maybe her life is meaningless, but the sacrifices of her people have given her life a different meaning. She is the last flame that her father has tried so hard to protect.

However, just when Sieglie felt the pain in her heart making it hard for her to breathe.

She felt someone grab her hand.

It was a warm big hand, just like the few remaining memories of my parents.

Sieglie looked back in shock and amazement.

She saw Lanqi looking at her, his eyes full of helplessness.

“…”

"You can negotiate, but never compromise with criminals. You still have a lot to learn."

Lanqi smiled and squeezed her hand, pulling her back.

That look seemed to be telling her not to worry.

Sigra briefly stared into Lankey's beautiful emerald eyes, her steps stumbling and her lips slightly parted.

But she didn't say anything as he pulled her to his side.

This brief change made Count Gregory, who was standing opposite in the distance, frown.

Count Gregory began to approach again, his footsteps making no sound on the snow, keeping a distance, his eyes filled with aloof indifference.

The blood-colored magic power began to focus on Count Gregory's fingertips. The air in the direction they were pointing was distorted, forming a deep blood-colored ring that swallowed up everything around it, as if it could crush objects in an instant.

The blood-red arcs that appeared in the space further restricted Siglei and Lanqi's range of movement.

"Oh? It seems like you two want to die together?"

Count Gregory lowered his folded arms,

"I thought you were a smart man, Mr. Lodge..."

He pressed his thumbs against his knuckles, his voice deepened, and his eyes took on a hint of murderous intent.

The airflow over the snowfield was ruthlessly paused, and in the dim snow curtain, the breath of bloody magic quickly heated up.

The cold blood-red aura in the surrounding air became increasingly intense.

(End of this chapter)