Otherworld Qin

Chapter 521 The Mercy of the Gods 548

There is probably only one kind of fine wine brewed with the blood of elves in this world, the mercy of the gods.The blood race always believed that the gods gave birth to the elves, so that their blood contained powerful energy. For the blood race, the blood of the elves is always full of temptations, and once successfully fused, it will be infinitely magical. In the eyes of the blood race, all creatures in the world are nothing but their blood food.

But at the same time, the natural restraint of the blood of the elves on the blood race is the sorrow of the blood race. No matter how powerful the blood race is, they cannot drink the blood of the elves directly. That can only lead to one result, that is, death.

How painful would it be for a race like the vampires, who have a crazy obsession with blood, to face such powerful blood but not be able to turn it into blood food?So under the crazy study of the blood clan day and night, finally a kind of blood wine was born.

This kind of blood wine mixed with the blood of the elves is named the mercy of the gods. Even if it has been brewed into wine, there are still not many blood clansmen who can resist the restraining effect of the blood of the elves. Often they experience the powerful energy brought by the blood of the elves. At the same time, the blood in their bodies is rapidly withering and dying, and eventually, together with their physical bodies, they will turn into dead wood, aging and dying.

But once it succeeds, the benefits cannot be described in words. Only the vampires who have drank and resisted the deadly restraint know how much benefit this wine has brought them.Maybe it's strengthening their bloodlines, maybe it's accelerating their awakening, and it's more likely to get an additional bloodline talent.

The vampire who drank the mercy of the gods is struggling in pain at this moment, and sometimes old wood grains appear on his hands, feet, and face. A kind of joy brought by being strong emerges, and then changes between pain and happiness, and his whole soul is also tortured between life and death.

Whether it is a reward or a punishment, no one can say clearly.The mercy of the gods is priceless to the blood race, but the second prince rewarded him casually, and at the same time brought him the threat of death.If he couldn't resist the restraint of the blood of the elves, then there would be no surprises, and he could only wither like autumn leaves.

After a long time, the blood clansman finally calmed down, followed by a breakthrough in power, a shrill and excited scream sounded, his back was torn open, a pair of fleshy wings with light golden fluff Shengsheng squeezed out from the shoulder blades, and then unfolded with a bang, shaking off a large cloud of blood mist.

Before he had time to feel the changes in himself, the vampire hastily knelt down again and sincerely bowed in the direction where the second prince disappeared.In his mouth, he said with an extremely humble attitude: "Thank you for the reward, His Highness the Second Prince, I will definitely live up to your high expectations."

After speaking, he hurriedly turned around and left quickly, as if he was afraid of delaying the important matter entrusted by the second prince.

A shadow slowly appeared next to the second prince, and then said lightly: "What is your intention in doing this?" She has a blood clone, but her usual arrogance is obvious to all.

But for the shadow, this blood avatar always adheres to the disciple etiquette. After all, everything about this avatar can be said to be taught by the shadow. Without the shadow, there would be no existence of him.

For this point, the shadow has always harbored doubts in his heart. The blood clone is not a top-secret technique for the blood race, but it is very rare for the blood clone to breed a complete and independent personality. Could it be because the blood clone has been separated from the second prince for too long? As for the split of mind and soul, leading to the independence of personality?
Shadow doesn't know about this, but he knows in his heart that no matter what the blood clone develops in the future, he will not betray the second prince, because they are one, and he will not betray himself.

"The mercy of the gods is not an ordinary thing, you just gave it to him so casually, and still say it has no purpose?" Shadow insisted on his own doubts.

"Hehe, it's just a glass of blood wine. Although it contains a small amount of elven blood, it's not strictly speaking the mercy of the gods. The real mercy is made entirely of elven blood mixed with dozens of precious medicinal materials. Brewed, and that cup is just a game I brewed casually, how can it be the same?"

"You know that's not what I asked." Shadow's tone was slightly dissatisfied.

"This is just a small trick, so the master laughed." The blood clone knew that his attitude was a little disrespectful, and hurriedly turned around to salute, and said, "I just want to use this glass of wine to tell all the people around me that I will not treat you badly." For them, I can give them benefits that cannot be given by the clan, but at the same time let them know that whoever they follow will have a better future."

"You want to fight against the clan? It's too risky. Don't forget that there are a few terrifying blood princes in the Presbyterian Council. Those old guys are not easy to mess with." Shadow was worried.

"I'm not against them, I just want to force them to make some necessary changes. The blood race has been weak for a long time, so it's time to make some changes." There was a bit of coldness in the blood clone's eyes, like a piece of autumn frost, which made people's hearts tremble. cold.

The blood clone continued: "In terms of strength, I really can't compare with them. It is precisely because of this that I want to let them know that if they have strong force but not enough self-confidence, then they can only live in that barren land all their lives. In the valley, they lived a lingering life, until one day the master in their hearts got bored and didn't want to reward them with a cold porridge, so there was no need for them to exist. Is this the fate of the blood race? I am not reconciled, but in their In the hands of the blood race, this is really the only way to go."

"Hey!" Shadow sighed leisurely, of course he knows more about the affairs of the clan than the blood avatar, but what can he do?So at this moment, he really agreed with the latter once.

"However, the blood wine you brew may be a problem sooner or later." Facing the blood avatar, the shadow said worriedly: "I know you have ambitions, but the blood of the elves is still a taboo. The ancestral blood is lost, so it may not be appropriate for you to brew elf blood wine now."

"Master, you are too careful. The elves are no longer the elves of the past. They were so powerful that they made the world tremble, but now, aren't they hiding in a dark corner and trembling like a dying wild dog? They He is no longer the master of the world, and will be annihilated in the long river of time sooner or later, and will eventually become a stepping stone for the rise of the blood race."

Hearing these words, Ying Ying was quite relieved, and there was a gleam of light in his eyes, as if he saw his own shadow in the blood clone.After a while, he turned back from his recollection, and said in a low and firm voice: "The fate of the blood race should be in your hands. If you have any problems, just let me know."

After speaking, the shadow walked away without the slightest hesitation, because he had already seen what he wanted to see in the conversation just now.The blood avatar is like this, so what about the second prince?It can be said that both are his disciples, but the former is more publicized and the latter is more restrained, but their inner desire is always the same, that is, the rise of the blood race.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days, these ten days may be just a moment to this world, but to Calais it is like a thousand years, and it is a thousand years full of pain, fear and misery.

The big and small families who originally wanted to use this time to seize the throne seemed to have miscalculated. Some people in the family were killed continuously, and it was even hard to tell who was the enemy. For a while, every family was surrounded by soldiers, and the whole country fell into darkness. under the dark clouds.

"What the hell is going on? Didn't they already greet those families? Why did they suddenly attack our people? Have they changed their minds? Found a new master? They are despicable and shameless You bastard." With a crisp sound, a beautiful flower plate was smashed to pieces, and the anger was brought to a new peak, "Send me an order, if you see the bastards of those families, no matter Kill them big and small, kill them! I want to kill them all!"

This is just a middle-level family. Originally, they joined forces with several other families in the city to take advantage of the chaos to make a difference. They didn't want to create side effects, and all plans fell through.

"The owner is afraid that there is something wrong with this, and I hope the owner will be safe and calm!" The owner can lose his temper at will, but Trish, the number one think tank of the family, must remain calm.

"Irritable, I'm mad at you!" As if the anger had finally found a way to vent, the head of the family turned to Trish in an instant, "You were the one who suggested uniting those sluts, but now something like this happened. About the matter, a dozen or so young talents in the clan were killed just like that, how do you tell me to keep me calm?"

"Can't tell? Why aren't you surprised at all? Ah, I understand. It's not your close relatives who died. Of course you won't feel bad. I'm afraid you are still secretly laughing in your heart, saying that they gave it to you." What a benefit!" The head of the family has already started looking for weapons following the cold words, and if he has a kitchen knife in his hand now, he will definitely tear Trish to pieces.

"What does Patriarch mean?" Trish couldn't help asking because she was so confused by the scolding. "What do you mean? I would like to ask you what you mean. I think my Fanta family is not mean to you. When you were down and down, who took you in? These years, the family has entrusted it with a heavy responsibility, and almost all The business is all entrusted to you, who in my house will disrespect you, sir? Don't tell me you are not satisfied, you actually do this kind of thing that eats inside and out!"

As soon as the words fell, Patriarch Fanda had already picked up an oak chair and threw it at him. If he was hit by this blow, even if he did not die, he would lose half his life.

Trish hurriedly moved away, but scenes of the past emerged in his mind.Originally, he was born in a well-to-do merchant family. His parents loved him all their lives and loved him even more. But the originally harmonious family was suddenly involved in the Gugalai incident, and someone even revealed that his mother was a despicable vampire. .

This was like a bolt from the blue to him when he was young. A good home was destroyed overnight. His father was shot to death by random arrows when he wanted to protect their mother and child when the city defense army arrested him. His mother wanted to protect her child. The chest was pierced by a spear.Dozens of members of the family were brutally murdered. I don’t know how many nights, when I closed my eyes, there were pale faces covered with blood.

Even so, Trish did not resent anything, because he knew that his strength was too weak, and even if he resented, he would only increase his troubles in vain. Instead, he would lose his mind because of resentment, expose himself, and let those who wanted to The clansmen who died tragically while protecting themselves were disappointed.

So he forced himself to forbear, and even slowly integrated forbearance into his character.But today the oak chair nearly broke it.Trish almost wanted to kill impulsively at that moment, but the fierce light just flashed in his eyes, and he forcibly erased it from his heart.

Not for himself, but for the dozens of people who died in the family, and the humiliation that he was forced to use his first name instead of his last name. "If the Patriarch thinks so, I have nothing to say, but I implore the Patriarch to think about it carefully. If I am really the kind of lowly person who eats inside and out, can the Fanta Family still exist after so many years? Needless to say, I just need to If you do something wrong with the current accounts, the Fanta family will go bankrupt after a long time, and I just need to stand on the sidelines when you have caused a few catastrophes, how can you survive to this day?"

Patriarch Fan Da was stunned when he heard this, but the other chair in his hand couldn't be smashed down no matter what.At that time, the old Patriarch saw that his temper was hard to make a big deal, and before he died, he specially called Trish to his side, and held the two hands to let them help each other.

If it hadn't been for Trish's efforts to maintain the family business these years, the Fanda family would have been reduced to begging on the street a few years earlier.Back then, I was caught by the city defense army and thrown into prison for smuggling armaments for a small profit. It was Trish who tried to redeem himself with almost all the assets of the family.

There was also that time of brewing wine privately, which almost brought the family to the point of doom, and it was Trish who dredged his joints and fished him out of the prison.Thinking about it carefully, Trish saved his own life several times, and even saved the family's economy with his clever mind, which made them rich for a few days.What's wrong with me that I doubt this butler who is like a brother?

Patriarch Fan Da's face turned red and then pale, and the chair he held up was weakly put down, his eyes began to flicker, and he didn't know what to do for a while.Although he was willing to apologize to Trish 1 times in his heart, he uttered a sentence in a strange way: "Are you threatening me? You are an outsider after all!"

Hearing this, Trish felt a huge shock in his heart, as if everything in front of him had lost its color. Once upon a time, he had already regarded this place as his home, a place that could shelter people from wind and rain, give people warmth and sustenance, but he didn't want what he thought The family members just use themselves as lackeys.

"I understand. The Patriarch seems to have suspected me already. It's true that I was the only outsider present at the discussion that day. Who would it be if it wasn't me?" Trish staggered back, almost bumping into the table, but His footsteps did not stop.

"I am an outsider after all. No matter what I do, when it comes to life and death, people will throw you away like mud." Then he raised his head and took a deep breath, "Master, what you said is right, don't take it lightly." Believe in anyone, even if you have to be vigilant to yourself."

No one could hear the murmured words clearly, but it seemed extraordinarily weird.Patriarch Fan Da was a little at a loss, but he stubbornly refused to apologize, so he lost his last chance to redeem the matter.I saw Trish suddenly burst out with a strange look, and then said in a serious voice: "Thank you, Patriarch Fanta for your tolerance and tolerance for so many years, I will no longer be able to serve the Fanta Family, please resign again."

Before Patriarch Fanda could react, he had already stepped towards the gate, as if he wanted to escape the darkness behind and rush into the light outside the gate, although the gate was not bright.

Trish just left, leaving the family he had fought for decades.Then he threw all his troubles to the irritable and brainless Patriarch Fanta.Losing this steward who has worked hard for decades and has a high level of intelligence and skills in business, the future fate of this middle-class family can be imagined.

But this is not the point, because this scene is just a microcosm of Calais. Now Calais has no trust, former friends have become opponents, former masters and servants have become enemies, and the law of the jungle and intrigue are everywhere.

(End of this chapter)