On the Seven Towers

Extracting blood is not as simple as drawing blood, but requires the blood provider to condense the blood magic in the body into his fingers, and then extract it. This kind of extraction only requires a small amount of blood each time, but if it is extracted too many times and the origin of the blood is damaged, the cultivation will most likely stop and it will be difficult to gain enough strength to advance in the future.

When Emma and her family entered the house where blood was collected, they saw two doors connecting the hall. On the left were the blood warriors who entered to have their blood collected, and on the right were ordinary people who lined up to receive their blood.

The mage led them to the left and saw many bloodline warriors from other families coming out. Most of these people were pale and tired, as if they had not slept for days and nights.

"There's something wrong with their aura, their blood power has been taken away, they're too weak," the clan leader said.

"Is it to save more people?" Emma said.

They were taken into an empty room with many tables on which were placed steel needles for collecting blood and pottery or glass vessels for collecting blood. These glass vessels were all bought from the Chinese.

After the middle-aged mage left, the Avurto family met Master Rodman, who was in charge of the project.

Rodman's eyes were bloodshot, his beard was unkempt, his expression was anxious and impatient, and he looked quite vicious.

He lined them up and called in ten mage apprentices carrying bottles and jars. Rodman glanced at the people of the Awuerto family and said: "Listen! Your Majesty needs your blood, the empire needs your blood, each of you must hand over a sufficient amount of blood essence, fifty copies per person for the middle class every day. Twenty portions for each person at the lower level, and ten portions for each person below the lower level, before you can leave this house to eat and rest. There are a total of fifteen of you, three middle-level people, five low-level people, and seven apprentices. ? That’s three hundred and twenty servings a day, no less.”

"Sir, how much is a portion of bloodline essence?" the clan leader asked.

"You, go pick one and show it to him." Rodman pointed at a mage apprentice and said.

"Please concentrate the power of blood on your hands." The mage apprentice came to the patriarch, cut the patriarch's index finger with a knife, and then began to collect the blood dripping down. This kind of blood is indeed very different from ordinary blood. There is a faint golden light flowing in the blood, which is the positive energy magic that belongs to the sunbird.

After about a hundred drops, the mage apprentice cast a small healing spell to seal the wound on the clan leader's hand. Rodman took it over and took a look at it and said, "It's of good quality. This one can be added with a medium blood-balancing potion for those officers to use."

The patriarch was a little anxious: "Sir! If I take out fifty copies of this bloodline essence, the bloodline magic power in my body will be reduced by half. Not to mention those who are not as good as me. Some people just smoke Even if you lose all the blood magic power in your body, you won’t be able to meet the requirements you mentioned. But if you take it away like this, you will be ruined.”

Rodman had obviously heard such words too many times. The patriarch's pleading words could not even change his expression. He said coldly: "The purpose of removing your blood is to save other people's lives. What you people think about most is your own family and inheritance. Why don't you think that if the plague breaks out, the foundation of the entire empire will be shaken? Your Majesty's legion has fallen. Who will defend our country against the Chinese attack? Is it just you people?

Besides, will drawing some blood kill someone? The people over there who are waiting to be injected with blood can continue to die anytime and anywhere. Nearly two thousand soldiers died yesterday alone. Are the talents of you people really that important? What's more, His Majesty has long promised to use the blood of the golden dragon to enhance the talents of your descendants. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. "

"But with this method, after two days, many people here will become ordinary people. People with high cultivation level have to take care of people with low cultivation level, and have to do a lot more. It will not take two days We will also be seriously injured. Even if we have the blood of the golden dragon, it will be useless. How can the empire ask us to give up our inheritance?" said the patriarch.

"This is not something I have to consider. Anyway, the total amount is three hundred and twenty, and I don't care how you allocate it." Rodman clapped his hands, and two heavily armed Black Guards walked in from outside the door, "Now I'm talking to you rightly, but if you can't do it after one day, they will come to talk to you with swords."

"You!" Everyone in the Avurto family stared at Rodman, looking angry but afraid to speak.

Only Emma spoke: "Sir, we sincerely serve the empire. We have spent so much effort and effort to come from a remote place. How can you do this to us who have come from afar?"

"Because no matter what I do to you, the result will never change." Rodman looked at her, turned and left the room, "This place faces countless deaths every day, and there is no room for pampering a little girl."

"Wait a minute." Emma took two steps to catch up, but was stopped by a black guard. She asked, "If one of us loses his blood energy because of his contribution to blood power, and then becomes an ordinary person, then you Will the quota given to us be reduced accordingly?”

Rodman raised his eyebrows and said, "That's right. If you lose one mid-level player, you will naturally lose fifty quotas. The same goes for other levels."

"Grandpa, I think in the first two days, we should let those with low realms overdraw their potential to complete the task. Just like me, I am just a low-level blood warrior. Even if I consume my talent and become an ordinary person, it will not have much impact on the family. Talented masters like Brother Jocano should be protected and receive the blood of the golden dragon in the future."

"Emma, ​​this..."

"There is nothing to hesitate. I am willing to do something for the empire and the family."

Rodman looked at the girl again and nodded, "Little girl, your name is Emma, ​​right? I underestimated you just now. In fact, a blood like the Sun Bird, which is neither strong nor weak, may not be a good thing for people who inherit a thin bloodline. Its power is obviously not strong enough, but it cuts off the possibility of you taking other paths.

You may not need to take such a path. If you come out of here and lose your bloodline, your path will be wider. If you are willing to take the path of magic at that time, come to me."

"Thank you, sir." Emma saluted.

"His Majesty will know your story. And you will be a role model for other families. We need people like you so much."