Just as Mekoril thinks Alex is a bit like Yusel, Wilderger also thinks Yusel is a bit like Alex.

Beautiful appearance, slender body, calm and taciturn, always thinking-button-button-when he started, he was violently like a cat with his tail--what was even more amazing, and he could maintain absolute correctness and stability at the same time--and an inestimable way of action. After "handling" the clan leader of Vanzhuo and the members of the World-Escaped, the two undead did not choose to suspend today's meeting, go back to analyze the intelligence, judge the situation, and prepare for another attack--the clan leader of the Lesenba tribe did not even care about the origin of the guests, and the loopholes that must be in the subsequent and defense were just signaling to continue moving forward--this made the Dead Knight, who was a little cautious in some aspects, resented the poor guys. He was sure that those poor guys were seduced and indulged!

Maybe... he was just a little jealous.

Alex and that guy should have had the first time formal contact, but they had the tacit understanding of each other as a companion. Without talking or suggesting, they could know what the other party wanted to do. - The Necromancer rolled up his lips - Alex was not an easy-to-get person. He knew that when Alex was still the pale little boy, he was very good at driving away the people around him with obvious indifference and disguised sluggishness. When he grew up, especially after returning from the Triangle Sea, his use of kicking other people politely was replaced by excessive excellence and sharpness.

"Don't be stupid, Wilderger." The undead knocked on the soul of his brother, and said in an indifferent tone as usual: "Concentrate, the beauty around you (he copied the tone that Wilderger often used) One of the three superpowers is mind reading..." After the Dead Knight obediently took his soul as he deserved protection, the lich continued to beat him: "The vampires of the Lesenba clan are a noble-type thug... They love puzzles and like to set puzzles for others - recall the wonderful liquids we tasted, colorless, light yellow, golden, orange, pink, rose, and gem red... They contain enough information.

Look, they are not simple. The finished products placed in bottles are sent here. Humans may be able to boast about their achievements with lies, but a proud undead will not take such clumsy and ridiculous means—especially in the face of his possible alliance, non-humans can clearly detect through smell, touch, and hearing—those in those wooden barrels are the unfinished items of our cup, and you should understand what this means.”

Wilderger blinked, and as one of the participants in the home brewing of Salieri Manor, he certainly knew what this meant - at first it was just not expected.

"Meaning grapes, barrels, even soil, presses..." The wine they tasted here almost encompasses every delicious and unique type of this plane, and this unique type means that raw materials, pressing methods, and barrels used for storage during brewing may be different. The wine they drink contains new wines that must be drunk within a few months after the brewing is completed, and there are also old wines that have been stored for hundreds of years. Each taste is pure and without a trace of deviation - at least the few that Wilderger has tasted... There is no difference, which shows that the leader of the Lesenba tribe who seems to have never left the territory for three hundred years and rarely comes into contact with other vampires still has a secret and powerful network - the soul of the Dead Knight suddenly shook - if he was not a dead person now, his face would have become very bad: "Noble and sweet white wine." The Dead Knight buzzed: "Damn it!"

Alex began to drink Sallyeri's sweet and sweet liquor as a drink. It was something that happened after he moved his bedroom and office to the wine cellar. Of course, the private area of ​​the lich could not allow people to go in and out like in the past. Therefore, the only ones who could know that the sweet and sweet liquor in a terrible degree should be the ones named Sallyeri, old Jose dad, Kame mom, aunt Sonia, Xude, Wilderge... The Sardinians who were used to being silent would not spread the affairs of their homes everywhere... After Alex left Sallyeri, he had never shown this little hobby in any place... So, how did this damn vampire know about this?

Thinking that for such a long time, he and his family had been under the strict surveillance of others (?), the former Sardinian thugs and the current Dead Knight grind their teeth with the lively little bat in the imagination, and were immediately stopped by his master - there were many eyes waiting and watching, while the lich was just too lazy to expel him. His bottom line was very clear, and the guys who dared to touch had been dealt with by him: "It was just to show his strength." He also knew a lot of things that he shouldn't have known at first, and he didn't mind letting the leader of the magic banquet understand.

Time is tight, and the two non-humans just want to know whether each other is. The kind of stupid boy who knows nothing about the partner who may be a partner - and the patriarch of the Lesenba clan has shown some sincerity. The lich hidden in Alex's body raised his hand and pressed his lips. What he drank in the end was not a simple wine - there was no such wine containing such a strong negative energy, which was the original blood - the most important substance used by vampires to create descendants.

This original blood is not Yusel's, it exists at least in the age of existence. Three or four centuries ago, it should be... Ancient Maodi, perhaps Yusel's chief. Before this, he and Yusel had already appeared those vampires who thought they were secret. The patriarch of the Lesenba tribe who were twisted with Fanzhuo, of course, knew that the gems inlaid on the ring could allow the "dominate" supernatural power to exert the greatest power, but it had the original blood of the ancient Maodi, that is, the third generation of vampires.

As the sixth generation of the Vanzhuo clan leader, there is no chance of winning at all. The only danger is that Alex's body will be controlled or destroyed by the original blood. However, the Lesenba clan leader has also reminded this point. In fact, the precious blood in less than an ounce did not flow directly into the throat of the undead, but was retained as a rare material. What killed the Vanzhuo clan leader was the original power of the undead. Well... Of course, this does not need to be explained so clearly to the original owner.

"Anyway, I hate you. The way you circle around." The Dead Knight hummed.

"I think for some reason, I and the leader of the Lesenba clan are already very direct." The lich sighed.

Unwilling to hum, the Dead Knight stopped behind the leader of the Jimichi clan who had suddenly stopped with a slight difference.

"It's okay, Mekuril, come in." Yusel waved casually, "There's nothing to hide."

After Alex and Wilderger also walked into the room, Yusel bounced his fingers and the copper candlestick lit it on its own - the undead did not need lighting, which was part of his habit rather than adding brightness. The candlestick was placed on a stand about four feet high, with its simple shape, with thin and high feet, three branches embedded deeply in the candle, surrounded by iron chains, a brazing of the candle wick and a candle extinguisher - the unusual color of the candlestick base and the arrangement of the seated feet seemed to illustrate its other purpose - perhaps sometimes it would be used as a weapon to kill the sacrifice.

A tiny, golden flame swayed, illuminating the surrounding part of about five feet—an altar shrouded in hazy light, square and undecorated, and looked like a slightly polished stone, although it was at least ten feet long and eight feet wide and three feet tall, it was probably the largest obsidian in the world.

The crisscrossing rainbow ripples emerged from the black stones, and the undead's sharp eyes showed two symmetrical notches on its smooth edges - without even needing to compare, Alex could know that the obsidian on the two rings was originally one, with a dark outline in the center of the altar, slightly sunken. If it were not for the lich with rich knowledge and good memory, few or non-humans could see anything from this gourd-like outline-the female body outline, without a head, adult,

With well-proportioned and beautiful limbs, plump buttocks, just right waist, round shoulders... If she lies in this outline, her feet and hands will be slightly spread out, and whether she is leaning on her back or prone, her head will just hang out outside the altar - the lines at the edges of the altar, which are fan-shaped at the end and almost thin at the end should be sacrifices that have been cut open. The blood she left behind forms these lines, and according to the color and texture of these lines, Alex can recognize the order of them.

The earliest one was thousands of years old, and the latest one was the midnight before.

The mage made several gestures cautiously, and the faint wave of magic spread, covering the altar - the patriarch of the Lesenba tribe quietly watched his every move, and suppressed the patriarch of the Jimichi tribe who wanted to ask or stop him.

The black altar faintly fluctuated negative energy - but that's all, and in the end Alex even released a little positive energy - it remained indifferent.

"I poured a whole bottle of holy water on it." Yusel suddenly said.

The leader of the Jimichi clan opened his eyes and mouth widened.

"As the altar of darkness." The lich from the alien plane did not name the master, although he felt that his guess had been confirmed.

Like those in the church, the golden and white altars, an altar that has no response and has been completely dead.

When and under what circumstances will the gods give up their altars and believers?

"The altar of Satan."

The voice of the patriarch of the Lesenba tribe was filled with indescribable fatigue: "We have not received any response from it since two hundred years ago - even if it was punishment."

He had a glimmer of hope—if the reappearance of the necromancer for centuries was Satan’s will…

Alex didn't know if he should tell his new allies—a bad news, a good news.

The bad news is... The god that this "teenager" who has existed for a thousand years has a great possibility has disappeared - he cannot touch any clues on the altar that can be related to the god's response. In some ways, Yussel has found the right target.

The good news is...the vampires' natural enemies are probably facing the same problem.
Chapter completed!