son-in-law of blood

Chapter 208 Lure

"Has Gustendo's (Lich King) hand stretched this far?"

A sigh of helplessness and faint admiration resounded in the hidden area.

Conrali and the other two Supreme Elders stared inexplicably at the scene that was happening not far away.

"I didn't expect that the third child's acting skills are quite good, and he fooled the three scum of the blood race."

Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, the Second Supreme Elder casually made a joke.

Conraly's complexion didn't improve much because of this joke. After staring for a while, a few traces of gray and evil flashed in his eyes for what the three people not far away had done.

"Your Majesty, what do you think should be done?" the Great Elder asked.

As if he was stumped by this question, Conlaly's brows that had been stretched all the time suddenly frowned a little bit, the palms hanging on both sides of his body unconsciously and slowly exerted some strength, and several strands of scarlet breath began to surround him gradually. His arms soared up and down.

Seeing this scene, the two of them were startled. Conrali was actually going to personally take action to wipe out the lives of these three people.

The three traitors of the Dark Council had hidden so deeply and for so long in the Presbyterian Council of the Blood Race.If it hadn't been for the waves in the mysterious area, Conrali would not have been able to detect the existence of the three mice.

Gustendo's actions have already touched Conlaly's bottom line. This kind of behavior of being played like a fool made the majestic blood lord really angry!
"Your Majesty, don't you think about it anymore? As the special envoys of the Dark Council, these three people must have hidden a lot of secrets about the Dark Council and about the Lich!"

The second elder, Mod'an, reminded him.

Hearing the words, Conrali lost his momentum, and after a moment of silence, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly smiled lightly, making the two people around him confused.He couldn't help but secretly slandered whether Conlaly was confused by anger, why he suddenly laughed.

A few traces of light flashed in his eyes, Conraly's lips squirmed, and he nodded indistinctly in the direction of Hawthorne.

Hawthorne turned his back to the three who claimed to be the special envoys of the Dark Council, and at the same time received the message from Conraly.

After thinking for a moment, Hawthorne's eyebrows flashed a few traces of understanding, and he unconsciously nodded slightly in the direction of Conraly.

Turning around again, Hawthorn smiled and looked at the elder of the blood clan who claimed to be Gal who was the leader of the three.

The three of them were stunned by Hawthorne's inexplicable laughter, and a creepy feeling spread from the bottom of their hearts.

"Yi... Mr. Councilor, you see we will be exiled from the Star Field tomorrow, you must have condescended to come here not just to confirm the identities of the three of us!"

Gal asked intermittently. Years of guest career had made him feel something bad in the dark, and he vaguely felt that he had made an unforgivable mistake.

Hawthorne seemed to be reminded by this sentence, nodded slowly, looked at the three people meaningfully, and said:

"That's right, the deity came here not only to confirm your true identities."

When the words fell to the ground, Hawthorn flicked his sleeves lightly, and three red lights shot straight at them in the horrified sight of the three of them.

"Sir, spare your life!"

Before the end sound landed, the three red lights froze suddenly, then suddenly turned at an inconceivable angle, and flew towards the end of the iron chain that bound the three of them.

A hint of joy flashed across the eyes of the three of them, and they were about to say thanks, but unexpectedly, the three red lights did not disappear after they were released from the bondage of the three of them. place!

The red light flashed quickly, and it was fleeting. Before the joy on the faces of the three of them disappeared, they heard three popping sounds resembling popping balloons resounding in the prison.

Looking at it in a blink of an eye, the three of them had already fallen to the ground with dispirited expressions, and several shocking streaks of blood were flowing on the pale skin of the three of them.

The cultivation base was abolished!

Except for Gal, the other two eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, heaven and hell were approaching in an instant, and they really didn't understand why their "Second Councilor" treated them like this.

"My lord!"

The two voices were mixed with some unbelievable pleading voices.

Unlike the two who were yelling, Gal's face was full of haggardness, and he sat down on the ground, looking up and down with empty eyes, showing a little bit of bewilderment.

Ignoring the noise of the two, Hawthorne slowly walked to Gall's side:
"It seems that you can become the leader of the two of them, which is quite extraordinary!"

Gal was shocked by Hawthorne's words, lifted his eyelids slightly, and didn't even bother to wipe the blood still dripping from his lips, and asked hoarsely:

"Why? How could you know the existence of No. [-] so clearly?"

Surprisingly, Garr didn't ask Hawthorne at this time, his eyes turned to the empty space not far away after asking this sentence.

The other two also fell silent when they heard Gal's question, and they finally realized that this was a scam from beginning to end, and the Hawthorn in front of them was not the No. [-] of the Dark Council placed in the Blood Race at all!

The three of us were lured into confessing!

Hawthorne watched with great interest the Gaal who had just begged for help and pleaded, and the sudden calmness and wit of the man in front of him caught him off guard:

"It seems that we still underestimated you. There is still some consideration for the Dark Council to appoint you here!"

Hawthorne nodded unconsciously.

Gal supported the ground and stood up slowly. Although he was seriously injured, his words were heard very clearly in the ears of Hawthorne and Conlaly in the area of ​​the Peepers:
"I want to know how I lost! Otherwise, you won't get anything from me! Isn't it just to dig out some news about our dark council from us? As long as you unlock the Get rid of my doubts, and you will get everything you want to know!"

There was a moment of silence, and no one answered.

Hawthorne, who received Conraly's instructions, also stared at Gal without saying a word.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Gal said softly:

"To tell you the truth, although the two of them are just blood clansmen who were tricked by me, I am a pure Lich!"

An amazing word!
Even Conraly, who was peeping in the dark, couldn't help being slightly moved.

Prior to this, Conlaly had seen these three people thoroughly from inside to outside with his demigod-level cultivation base. He could be sure that these three people were absolutely pure blood clansmen!

But now this Gal says he's a real lich?

Is he tricking himself?Want to rely on this to get the information he wants to know?

Conraly frowned again.

As if he had expected that no one would believe him, Gal shook his neck and slowly raised his right hand. Not long after, a wisp of light black smoke diffused from his fingertips.

He still has cultivation!
Hawthorne was amazed. Gall's cultivation was abolished by himself. With his strength as a saint, it is absolutely impossible for him to make any mistakes!
It was too late to make a sound of surprise, and the next scene moved everyone present even more!

As the black mist gradually spread, not long after, an aura that was incompatible with the entire world instantly filled the airtight cage.

Undead magic!

Gar Scott, as he said, was actually a lich!
(End of this chapter)