After Signing in for Fifty Years, I Became a Blood Clan Boss

　　Fang Qingyan took out a drop of the prince's blood that contained terrifying life energy and took it directly!

　　Begin Advanced Duke.

　　……

　　East of the Delano Mountains.

　　On the endless plain, thousands of bonfires and dense tents stretched from the foothills to the end of the horizon.

　　The orc army of Azeroth has already assembled and is ready to fight against the blood race!

　　The orcs of different appearances are endless.

　　Werewolves, tauren, giants, Medusa who is half human and half snake, undead orcs covered in phosphorous fire... In short, there are all kinds of orcs.

　　Millions of troops are waiting for the battle, and the chilling air shrouded the skies of the Draenor Mountains, which is depressing and suffocating!

　　The seven orc clans of Azeroth, Warsong, Fireblade, Blackrock, Blood Ring...

　　The whole army gathers and fights to the death!

　　Bang, bang, bang...

　　The heavy footsteps sounded like thunder, and a giant dozens of meters high came, and the ground trembled with each step.

　　Above the giant's head, a beast king stood proudly.

　　His body is ferocious, his muscles are stretched, his face is blue and fangs are, and he is holding a giant axe with cold light in both hands!

　　Full of unparalleled courage and majesty.

　　He is the chieftain of the Warsong clan, Garrosh, and at the same time the warchief of the Orc tribe, commanding the Seven Armies!

　　Garrosh looked around, and suddenly raised the giant axe, with a thunderous voice: "For the Horde!"

　　The fighting spirit of the army of millions of orcs was ignited.

　　Everyone's blood boiled.

　　"For the tribe!"

　　"For the tribe!"

　　"For the tribe!"

　　……

　　The Beastmaster Great Chief waved his huge arm: "Let's go!"

　　The army pulls out.

　　An unprecedented war is about to begin.

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　　ps: I feel a little uncomfortable and have a fever, so the update is a little late.

　　But it's scheduled to hit shelves tonight, so I can't rest, let alone. .

Chapter 52

　　West of the Delano Mountains.

　　In the same way, thousands of troops and horses formed an endless phalanx across the vast land!

　　This is the kingdom of Nikara, the blood army of the seven royal clans.

　　Inside a luxurious and huge tent.

　　Seven terrifying vampires sat on luxurious seats, looking noble and elegant, with beautiful maids serving them.

　　The Marquis of Morpheus is among them.

　　All seven are the patriarchs of the seven major blood clans!

　　Clan Bruch, Clan Revnor, Clan Jordanne, Clan Cape, Clan Setet, Clan Gangaro, and Clan Toredor.

　　They are the rulers of the kingdom of Nikara, the supreme existence.

　　The meeting had been going on for a while, and the seven patriarchs had reached a unified tactic.

　　"The Beastmaster of Azeroth will not go out, and the ancestors will not do it."

　　Marquis Jordani said with an expressionless face, "So, everyone, please rest your destiny."

　　Marquis Lefno's eyes were crazy, and he said with a wicked smile: "Kill! Kill all these orcs, the grudges of thousands of years will be settled tonight!"

　　Everyone glanced at him lightly, and they all knew that the Patriarch of the Revnor Clan was a famous lunatic.

　　Sudden.

　　The ground trembled and the stones trembled.

　　There was a sound of "Boom, Boom, Boom" in the distance, which was the movement caused by the rush of millions of troops on the ground.

　　Marquis Bruch stood up and sneered: "How dare you take the initiative to attack, I don't know whether to live or die!"

　　……

　　"kill!!!"

　　Roaring and roaring like thunder.

　　After the army of orcs crossed the Draenor Mountains, they drove straight in and launched a charge, without any tactics at all... The recklessness is over!

　　Of course, the blood clan army was not at all timid. The twenty-four marquis led the [-] million blood clan and also launched a charge.

　　Like an overwhelming tsunami, it spreads from the east and west sides of the earth towards the middle.

　　The two armies quickly collided.

　　For a time, the situation changed!

　　The battlefield is like a meat grinder. In a few seconds, the bones become mountains and the blood flows into rivers.

　　The Great Chief sat high on the giant's head and watched the battle with a calm gaze.

　　Minutes passed by.

　　The battle is from night to dawn!

　　Moments before the dawn of dawn, the sound of Ming Jin sounded from the back of the blood clan army... Retire!

　　Sunlight is too deadly to vampires, but it has no effect on orcs.

　　So the blood clan wants to "intermission", and then start a new war when night falls!

　　"Humph! The whole army is in pursuit!"

　　The Great Chief sneered, "A group of blind mice only dare to be ruthless at night. The moment the sun rises, is when you are defeated!"

　　There will always be a wave of blood races fighting.

　　If you can't gain a decisive advantage before dawn, then you have no chance, you can only retreat temporarily.

　　So it will be repeated defeats!

　　"kill!!!"

　　The orc army suddenly had a high fighting spirit.

　　Everyone knows that vampires are restrained by sunlight, and today's light means that only the vampires can be chased and beaten by orcs!

　　Rumbling--

　　The big chief jumped directly from the giant's head, and he was going to shoot.

　　Because the decisive moment has come!

　　……

　　For a time, the war seemed to be drawing to a close.

　　The corpses piled up all over the earth, the blood pooled into rivers, and stumps and broken arms floated.

　　The vampires left hundreds of thousands of corpses and fled wildly. They were chased by the army of orcs and ran all over the map. The slow vampires were torn to pieces!

　　Victory seems to have belonged to Azeroth.

　　……

　　boom!

　　The seven patriarchs knelt down on one knee and roared in unison: "Please let the ancestors take action!"

　　On the ground in front, there are four ancient black coffins neatly placed.

　　Suddenly, the lids of the four coffins were lifted at the same time.

　　boom -

　　The terrifying aura rose into the sky, and the pressure swept across thousands of miles, as if it wanted to destroy the sky and destroy the earth!

　　"Humph! How dare you be so arrogant in a mere beastman?"

　　An old and domineering voice sounded.

　　"Bullying my descendants, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

　　Another eerie voice.

　　"Forget it, I haven't shot for hundreds of thousands of years, it's time to move this old bone!"

　　"A group of ants, An dare to be presumptuous!"

　　The ancestors of the four dukes suddenly flew out of the coffin.

　　brush--

　　Ten blood-red holy wings twenty or thirty meters long unfolded at the same time, covering the sky and the sun, casting a shadow on the ground.

　　The four dukes have all reached the ten-wing level!