Once the internal cracks appeared, it would not be easy to smooth them out.
The war between the Flaming Demons and the Abyss Demons had been going on for months. The deaths of Simmons and Alfred had caused the hatred between the two races to be irreconcilable.
The war had even spread to the smaller races affiliated to the two races. A war zone had appeared on the Demon Islands that was expanding day by day.
The alliance that was formed back then was only in name. The various races on the Demon Islands were in a state of mutual distrust.
How to resolve the internal conflicts on the islands had become a headache for the various races. Once they could not form an alliance, any of the demon races would not have any advantage over the external forces. They would not be able to start a war with the external forces.
"The two hooligans who wanted to fight started fighting among themselves. That saved them the trouble of hurting other people. I just don't know how the two idiots, Simmons and Alfred, managed to kill each other so thoroughly." At the end of the long table in the castle's dining hall, Dracula, who was dressed in a black suit and had neatly combed hair, was holding a crystal glass with two fingers. He gently swirled the scarlet red wine in the glass as he teased them.
"This is not a good thing for the Demon Islands. The peace conference will be held in a few days. Our right to speak will be reduced because of this," Maynard said solemnly.
"I think it's pretty good. When a bunch of warmongers try to represent the demons, that's the real tragedy of the Demon Islands." Dracula took a sip of red wine, and smiled.
"With the strength of the vampires, we could have a bigger territory." Maynard looked at Dracula.
"You can say that to our Patriarch. He always thought that the vampires did not need more territory," Dracula said nonchalantly.
"You are the Patriarch of the vampires now. As long as you agree …"
"I agree with the Patriarch very much. The vampires have enough territory now. We don't have to accompany a bunch of fools and use the lives of our people to exchange for useless land," Dracula said with a nod.
"Dracula, that is not some useless land. It represents the prosperity and prosperity of the vampires. Since you have obtained the Patriarch's bloodline, you should take up the responsibility of a Patriarch. You should lead the vampires to a stronger future!" Maynard said as he looked at Dracula with disappointment.
Dracula placed the glass on the table, and said with a mocking smile, "Maynard, I respect you as my elder brother, so I'll call you Big Brother. But since you already know that I am one of the ancestors of the vampires, what identity are you using to order me around? The chief of the vampire clan? Or is it your so-called racial justice? "
"You …" Maynard choked. He looked at Dracula's flushed face, but he didn't know how to retort.
The Vampire Primogenitor had a high status in the clan and was a special existence that was above the clan leader.
Other than the dead Giles, the other elder would only appear on important occasions.
Dracula, on the other hand, had broken through the bloodline limit and obtained the ancestral bloodline inheritance from Giles. He had become the new Vampire Ancestor, and his status was already above his own.
"I know that Giles once promised you that he would pass the ancestral bloodline to you, but you've been the chief for so many years. Don't you know that the ancestral bloodline can't be passed down just like that?" Dracula stood up with his wine glass in his hand. "Also, I will be going to Chaos City to attend this conference. I can take the opportunity to meet my good niece."
After saying that, Dracula disappeared from the restaurant along with the black fog.
"B * stard!" Maynard slammed his fist on the wall and growled.
Obtaining the ancestral bloodline could increase one's lifespan by at least 500 years, and one's power would be far above ordinary 10th-tier vampires. However, such an opportunity was snatched away by the lazy Dracula, and ruined his long-planned plan.
…
The Aug Tribe.
In the black stone hall, a tall orc walked in quickly, and respectfully said to Auster, who was sitting on the high seat, "Chief, we have already received confirmation that the lass from the Falk Tribe will be going to Chaos City to attend the conference personally. Rex might be staying in the tribe, so this is a good opportunity for us to kill her."
"It is indeed a rare opportunity." Auster revealed a sinister smile. "I want everyone to know that those who go against the Aug Tribe will die a horrible death!"
"Chief, killing the chief of the Falk Tribe now might cause some negative reactions. I'm afraid everyone will link it to us," an orc persuaded.
"That's exactly the effect I want. I want to warn those fellows who are trying to go against the Aug Tribe to be more obedient and follow us to conquer the world. Otherwise, they will end up like the Falk Tribe," Auster said with a sinister smile. Auster sneered with a sinister expression. "Send out the most elite Black Falcons. I don't want to see her in Chaos City."
"Yes!" the orc who came in to report the news answered, and quickly left.
…
"Are you sure you don't need me to go with you?" Rex asked Connie, who was checking the local specialties for her friends.
"Really. Master, you can stay in the tribe and look after the house. I'm fine going alone." Connie waved her hand nonchalantly. She picked up a bag of dried fruits and checked it before putting it down again. "Besides, didn't you say that I'm the best at stealth apart from you? No one knows assassination better than me, so you don't have to worry at all. "
"I'm not worried about that." Rex looked at Connie helplessly. "I'm worried that you're going in the wrong direction."
Connie blushed. She coughed, and said, "Don't worry. I'll ride a flying mount that knows the way to Chaos City. I guarantee that I'll reach there safely."
"I hope so." Rex nodded in disbelief.
"Then, I'll set off early tomorrow morning. I won't disturb your sleep, Master." Connie couldn't hide her smile anymore. "I can't wait to go back to the restaurant for a big meal!"
…
The next afternoon.
Over 10 orcs riding on the backs of giant black eagles stood on a cliff. They stretched their necks and looked to the north with bewilderment.
"Didn't the intelligence say that she set off early in the morning?"
"This is the only way to go from the Falk Tribe to Chaos City. Our Black Eagle Flying Knights are everywhere along the way. She can't be missed."
"Even if she's riding on the slowest carrier pigeon, she should be here by now, right? Why isn't there any movement at all? "
The orcs were discussing softly. They didn't know what the situation was, and didn't know if they should retreat or continue to defend.
…
"Sisters! Your chief is back! "
On the other side, Connie had already knocked on Mamy's door, and dashed into the restaurant happily with bags of various sizes.
"It's better to come at the right time than early. I'm just in time for lunch." Connie's eyes lit up when she saw the table full of dishes. She smiled at Meg, and said, "Boss, do you mind adding a pair of chopsticks?"
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