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"What are you still doing? Act quickly. Arrest all the villagers and report them to the superiors. Let the superiors study the plan and then make a decision."
Henry Zhang said coldly.
He no longer even looks at these villagers, because they are dead people, just wearing a human skin, tempting everyone to be soft.
So you must be ruthless now.
Once some villagers flee outside the mountains, it will definitely be a disaster for the people outside the mountains.
Shen Gangfeng said in a deep voice:
"Everyone, please obey the order, seal off the entire village, and never let go of a corpse. Remember, don't call villagers now, call them corpses!"
Brothers of Dark Dragon, you look at me and I look at you, then you get worried and run out.
"Catch them all, don't let anyone go!"
"No matter adults, children or the elderly, as long as they are angry, arrest them all, quickly, quickly!"
"Don't be too slow, be quick, these are corpses, we still have a mission!"
While the Dark Dragons were grabbing the corpses, Balke and the others on the hilltop in the distance were also panting on the ground.
"This night was really terrifying. Wherever we ran, they followed us."
"Master Balk is still smart and has led these things to the village again. Hehe, those guys must be very worried."
"Don't be complacent, we have also lost several guards."
The guards whispered, expressing their depression.
Balk's eyes flashed, "Look, these zombies have returned to their normal state. It's really strange. What is going on?"
Although Balke is well-informed, he has never encountered such a weird thing.
"Sir, look, those Dark Dragon people are arresting villagers everywhere. Do we want to film them and upload them to the Chinese Internet?"
"This is a good idea, just say that Chinese soldiers massacred innocent villagers! It will definitely be condemned internationally."
Balk smiled evilly and said:
¡°That¡¯s a good idea, take a photo of it and upload it as soon as you get back!¡±
Balke leisurely held the grass root in his mouth and watched the crowds of people in the village below the mountain. He was waiting.
When Henry Zhang and the others finish this and set off again, they will follow them quietly.
It shouldn¡¯t be too far from the ancient tomb.
"Xiao Yang, I want to personally dedicate the things in the ancient tomb to Master Apollo. If you want to steal them from me, I will let you die without a burial place."
"But the strange thing is, where are Prince Dracula and his gang? Are they still trapped in that formation?"
Balk was puzzled, this should be the case. After all, vampires like Prince Dracula cannot have the power of Lord Apollo, so naturally they will not break the formation easily.
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At this time, in a very inconspicuous mountain valley, Dracula and a group of vampire members all knelt down and worshiped an old man in red robes.
This old man had less than eighty ounces of flesh on his body and was very skinny, but his eyes were filled with blood-red color.
Those dry hands were as strong and powerful as the claws of a fly.
The old man in the blood robe made a sound of thick phlegm in his throat from time to time, which sounded disgusting.
But Prince Dracula and other members of the vampire clan knelt down and worshiped devoutly, not daring to go beyond the slightest.
Because, standing in front of them was Lord Azrael, the seventh ancestor of the Vampire Clan, known as the Throat of Death.
Prince Dracula never dreamed that he would meet Lord Yaz deep in Shennongjia, China. His portrait has been hanging in the Sanguine Temple.
The vampires have a long lifespan. As long as there is a continuous flow of blood, unless there is an external force that causes the death of the vampires, it will be difficult for the vampires to die.
Furthermore, the more powerful the vampire, the longer their lifespan.
The Throat of Death before us lived in the twelfth century AD.
What was the world like in the twelfth century AD?
The Crusaders are marching eastward, and the Chinese Song Dynasty is experiencing the humiliation of Jingkang.
You can imagine how terrifying the Death Throat is.
However, Prince Dracula is a little confused. The current Lord Yaz seems to be weak in strength. Is it because there is no blood source in the deep mountains and forests?
But Dracula didn¡¯t dare to askask.
"Dear Lord Yaz, I didn't expect to meet you in Shennongjia. I am the 25th generation prince of Dracula bloodline."
Dracula knelt down and bowed respectfully.
Yaz didn¡¯t open his mouth, but he could still make a sound as his throat rolled, but the sound was very hoarse.
"Dracula, your ancestor and I are good friends. It's my pleasure to see you here."
"I have been wandering here for hundreds of years, and my purpose is to find the entrance to the ancient tomb. Unexpectedly, a group of juniors from China found a way to enter the ancient tomb."
Yaz said with a cold expression.
Dracula was stunned when he heard this, and said in surprise:
"Lord Yaz, could it be that the tide of corpses in the Castle Village was your work, and do you want to catch them?"
Yaz laughed mockingly and said:
"The Castle Village is just my blood bank. They have already laid down their corpses. I launched the zombie wave just to see what they can do. It seems that they are well prepared. There are quite a few strong ones among these people. .¡±
Hearing this, Dracula chuckled and said:
"No matter how powerful they are, they are no match for you, sir. How about we kill them now, take away the jade pendant, and open the ancient tomb?"
Yaz waved his hand and said:
¡°It¡¯s not necessary for the time being. Someone is going to help us, so why should we do it ourselves?¡±
"Do you think it's safe to enter the ancient tomb?"
Only then did Dracula know what Yaz was thinking, so he lowered his head and remained silent.
"By the way, that little girl seems to have a special bloodline." Yaz said coldly.
Dracula knows that he is naturally talking about Sandy.
¡°That¡¯s the little girl Xiandi, who was lucky enough to awaken her ancestor¡¯s bloodline.¡±
Yaz was silent for a moment, then let out a series of breathtaking laughter.
"Haha, okay, okay, after hundreds of years, I finally didn't wait in vain, God help me!"
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Henry Zhang and others have already controlled all the villagers, and then sent the geographical coordinates to the relevant parties.
The rest will be left to the people above. However, Xiao Yang predicted that nine out of ten these villagers will still be killed.
"Let's hit the road."
After everyone ate dry food and rested for a while, they left the castle village.
Before leaving, Henry Zhang turned around and took a look. This look was indescribably complicated.
"Rest in peace, if I meet the murderer who harmed you, I will definitely avenge you."
Mr. Ji held the compass in his hand and continued on his way.
Since this is a dragon vein, the best location of the ancient tomb should be near the dragon head.
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"These guys are not stupid. They want to use us to find the ancient tomb and then have a good time."
Henry Zhang smiled coldly, how could anything be so cheap in the world.
After walking for two days in a row, it was quite peaceful.
Finally, on the third day, they were blocked by a mountain. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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