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

　　The terrifying power of blood at the peak level of the Duke suddenly erupted, like a landslide and tsunami, and the surrounding space cracked open with cobweb-like cracks!

　　Millions of blood races were crushed to the point of suffocation, including the seven six-winged marquis, all of them were crawling to the ground by the blood pressure, their foreheads sank into the soil, and it was difficult to breathe!

　　The ancestors of the four dukes who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years are like demons coming to the world!

　　And this time, the sun rose.

　　Countless blood races had expressions of horror on their faces, afraid of being annihilated by the sun.

　　"Humph! Do you really think that our blood race can't fight against the sun?"

　　Duke Bruch snorted coldly, pointed at the sky, and said in a domineering voice, "Come on cloud!!!"

　　The terrifying spiritual power surged like a tidal wave.

　　In an instant, the situation changed!

　　The clear sky a moment ago was suddenly covered with overcast clouds, and the thick clouds covered the entire earth.

　　A cloud covering tens of thousands of square kilometers was created out of thin air!

　　The sky darkened instantly, as if night had fallen.

　　There is no more sunshine between heaven and earth.

　　The Duke of Bruch has the power to control the weather!

　　This is like the handwriting of the gods!

　　……

　　far away.

　　The Great Chief, who was leading the army to pursue, suddenly changed color and his face turned pale.

　　"Retreat! The whole army retreats!"

　　The Beastmaster roared, and the sound swept across dozens of miles, "Have you immortals crawled out of the coffin too? You bastards!"

　　The appearance of the four dukes filled the great chief with despair.

　　Although the Beastmaster is almost at the same level as the Duke... but the other is the peak of the Duke!

　　And there are four! .

Chapter 53

　　The orc army began to retreat.

　　The situation flipped too quickly, and the moment before, he was chasing the blood clan army all over the field, and then the other party invited out the ancestors!

　　This is actually part of the bloodline tactics.

　　Lure the enemy deep, and then wipe out the army of orcs!

　　"Run? Humph! Where are you going!"

　　Another duke sneered, and while waving his hand, the temperature on the battlefield plummeted, like the wrath of winter!

　　Like a tsunami, the ice began to spread from the foot, and in an instant, all life was frozen.

　　Hundreds of thousands of orcs behind the troops were swallowed by ice crystals in a blink of an eye, frozen in a layer of ice tens of meters thick.

　　The whole world has entered an ice age.

　　At a glance, it was covered in silver and white snow.

　　Beneath the white snow lies a layer of hard ice where hundreds of thousands of orcs are buried.

　　"Roar--"

　　The warchief let out a furious roar.

　　He flew to a very high altitude, and then fell from the sky like a warhammer, burning golden flames all over his body, and slammed into the ground.

　　boom -

　　The terrifying shock wave swept away in a visible manner, wrapped in golden flames, and finally blocked the drowned cold wave.

　　"Get out! As long as you cross the Draenor Mountains and enter the plains, you can escape!"

　　The blue veins on the big chief's face were violent, and he turned his head and roared.

　　The remaining orc army heard the words of the warchief, and suddenly rushed like a wolf, trying their best to run towards the Draenor Mountains.

　　"Humph! No one wants to run!"

　　The duke of the Gangelo family shouted, his hands burst into dazzling blood, and he suddenly lifted it up to the sky: "Get up!!!"

　　rumbling--

　　Suddenly, the earth shook violently.

　　All the orcs suddenly had expressions of horror on their faces.

　　Because... the Draenor Mountains soaring into the sky are actually "alive"!

　　Rolling like a lazy donkey, he turned over towards the orc army...

　　rumbling--

　　Countless orcs were instantly crushed into flesh by the dumped mountains.

　　The earth trembled and collapsed like waves, and even more thorns suddenly rose into the sky, overturning the people and horses.

　　"asshole!"

　　The Great Chief was furious, and let out a roar like a wild lion, with blood and tears in his eyes.

　　The army of one million orcs was directly wiped out by the ancestors of the four dukes!

　　And there were only three people who did it, and the other one didn't do anything at all.

　　The Duke of Ten Wings is so terrifying!

　　"kill!"

　　A look of determination appeared in the Great Chief's eyes.

　　Turning around and rushing towards the four dukes, the battle axe rose with golden flames, murderous!

　　The battle is lost, there is no need to struggle.

　　He just wants to wrap the body in horse leather and die in battle!

　　The four dukes sneered, and the forty holy wings shook, disappeared in place, and swarmed directly.

　　ten minutes later.

　　With a roar full of unwillingness and sadness, the head of the Beastmaster was twisted off, and blood splattered all over the sky.

　　The blood clan army cheered loudly.

　　The war is over!

　　……

　　night.

　　There are thousands of bonfires on the ground, the blood race is celebrating the victory, and everyone's face is filled with excitement.

　　in the tent.

　　Marquis Morpheus and his brother Alves were also drinking to celebrate.

　　"I didn't expect these orcs to be so vulnerable, they would be destroyed in one battle!"

　　Alves took a sip of wine and said with a big laugh, "I will return in triumph tomorrow."

　　"It can't be said that the orcs are brave and good at fighting. If the ancestors don't go out, it is impossible for us to defeat them."

　　Marquis Morpheus shook his head and sighed, "From now on, there will be no foreign enemies, and the disputes within the blood clan will intensify again."

　　Every country is like this.

　　When there is a common enemy, they will temporarily unite and unite to the outside world.

　　When the foreign enemy is resolved, it will return to the previous civil war.

　　The seven royal clans have never been the same, and even in the millennium of the war with Azeroth, there have been constant infighting.

　　Alves heard the words, but smiled indifferently: "As long as the seven ancestors are still there, there will be no real war within the blood clan, at most it is a small friction, don't care."

　　These words seem to touch Morpheus's heart disease.

　　His face suddenly turned ugly.

　　Before the nine-character army marched east, he, like other family owners, went to ask his ancestors to leave the customs.

　　But no response...

　　For [-] years, Marquis Morpheus would go to the forbidden area of ​​the underground palace every thousand years to ask the ancestors to grant a drop of blood essence, which is the treatment he enjoys as the head of the family.

　　It is impossible for the old ancestor to say that he completely ignored him.

　　But this time, it really didn't make sense!

　　Marquis Morpheus is worried, if the ancestors really encounter an accident, then the Cape clan will face extinction.

　　And there are no eggs under the nest, and Elizabeth will be brutally killed!

　　So Marquis Morpheus can't wait to go back and reconfirm the situation of the ancestors.

　　If there is still no response, then you can only risk the crime of disrespect and forcefully break the stone gate.

　　His face was cloudy.

　　was thinking.

　　Suddenly footsteps came from outside.

　　"Report to the Patriarch, Patriarch Lefno invites you to come over with the Marquis of Alves to attend the celebration banquet."

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