Chapter 1733: Sisters! Your chief is back!

Once internal cracks appear, they cannot be easily smoothed.
The war between the Flame Demons and the Abyss Demons has been going on for several months. The death of Simmons and Alfred has left the two communities with endless hatred.
The war even spread to the tribal subordinate races, and a growing war zone appeared in the Alcatraz Islands.
The alliance formed at the time was dead and the ethnic groups of the Devil's Islands fell into distrust.
How to resolve the disputes within the archipelago has become a headache for all ethnic groups, and once the joint force cannot be formed, any demonic race has no external advantage and is unable to initiate a foreign war.
"The two gangsters who want to fight have fought by themselves, but they saved them from going to Huo Ho's other duties. They just don't know how the two idiots, Simmons and Alfred, can do everything together." The castle restaurant was dim. At the end of the long table, wearing a black suit and a neat big back, Dracula clamped the crystal cup with two fingers, gently shaking the scarlet red wine in the glass, and teased with a bit of drama.
"This is not a good thing for our Alcatraz Islands. A peace conference will be held in a few days, which will reduce our right to speak." Maynard looked gravely.
"I think it's good. When a group of militants tries to represent the devil, it is the real sadness of the Devil's Islands." Dracula took a sip of red wine and laughed.
"With the strength of our vampire clan, we could have had a wider territory." Maynard looked at Dracula.
"In this case, you can talk to our ancestors. He always thought that we don't need more territories for our vampire clan." Dracula said indifferently.
"You are also the ancestor of the Vampire clan, as long as you agree ..."
"I very much agree with the ancestors that our Vampire clan's current territory is completely sufficient, and there is no need to accompany a group of fools to get their lives for useless open space." Dracula nodded.
"Dracula, that is not a useless open space. It represents the strength and prosperity of our vampire clan. Since you have obtained the blood of the ancestor, you should assume the responsibility of an ancestor, and you should lead the vampire to a stronger future. Maynard looked at Dracula with a bit of hatred.
Dracula put the wine glass on the table, with a bit of sarcasm in his smile: "Maynard, I respect you as my brother and call you a big brother. But now that you know I'm one of the ancestors of the vampire clan, you What identity command me now? The patriarch of the vampire tribe? Or what you call racial justice? "
"You ..." Maynard frowned, watching Dracula blush, but for a moment wondered how to refute.
Vampire ancestors have a high status in the clan and are a special presence above the clan leader.
Except for Giles, who is dead, another ancestor will only appear on important occasions.
And Dracula broke through the bloodline boundaries, obtained the ancestral bloodline inheritance from Giles, and became the new vampire ancestor, and his status is above him.
"I know Giles promised you the blood of the ancestors, but you have also been the patriarch for so many years. Isn't it clear that the blood of the ancestors can not be passed down?" Dracula stood up holding the glass, " Also, I will go to the chaotic city to participate in this early meeting, just to meet my good niece. "
As soon as the words fell, Dracula disappeared into the restaurant with the black mist.
"Asshole!" Maynard slammed into the wall with a fist.
Having the blood of the first ancestor can increase the life span of at least five hundred years, and the strength is far above the ordinary tenth-level vampire, but such an opportunity was snatched by the lazy Dracula, which destroyed his long-planned plan.
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Auger tribe.
The Black Stone Hall, a tall orc walked in quickly, respecting Oster sitting on the high post: "Patriarch, it has been confirmed that the little girl of the Fak tribe will personally go to the chaotic city to attend the meeting, Rex Maybe stay in the tribe, this is a good opportunity for us to intercept her. "
"It is indeed a rare opportunity." Oster showed a cold smile. "I want everyone to know that anyone who violates my Ogg tribe must not die!"
"The patriarch, killing the chief of the Fak tribe at this time, may cause some bad responses, I am afraid that everyone will think of us." An orc advised.
"This is exactly the effect I want. I want to warn those who are trying to resist the Ogg tribe to be honest with me and follow us to fight the world, otherwise the end of the Fak tribe is their end." Oster sneered, expression Yin Yin, "Send the most elite Black Hawk flying ride, I do not want to see her in the chaotic city."
"Yes!" The orc who had previously entered the room to report the news responded quickly and left quickly.
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"Are you sure you don't need me to accompany you?" Rex said, looking at Connie who was examining the souvenirs brought to her friends.
"Really, Master, stay in the tribe and take good care of the house. I can go alone without any problem." Connie waved his hand unconsciously, picked up a bag of dried fruits, checked it, and put it down "And, don't you say I'm the first stealth person besides you now? No one knows assassination better than me, so don't worry at all."
"I'm not worried about this." Rex looked at Connie a bit helplessly. "I'm worried that you've gone the other way."
Connie blushed and coughed twice: "Rest assured, this time I'm riding a flying mount that I know is going to the chaotic city road, to ensure safe arrival."
"Hopefully." Rex nodded a little in disbelief.
"Then I will start early tomorrow, and I won't disturb Master, you're sleeping." Connie's smile was already hidden, "I can't help but want to go back to the restaurant for a big meal!"
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Noon on the second day.
Ten orcs riding on the back of the black giant eagle stood on a cliff, stretched their necks and looked to the north, their faces were aggressive.
"Isn't the intelligence saying that it had already left early?"
"This is the only way to pass from the Fak tribe to the chaotic city. There are black horses flying along the line. There can be no omissions."
"Even if she's riding the slowest carrier pigeon, it's time to fly here? Why isn't there any movement?"
The orcs whispered, not knowing what the situation is now, nor whether it is time to evacuate or continue to hold fast.
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"Sisters! Your chief is back!"
On the other side, Connie has knocked on the door of Mai Mi's restaurant and rushed into the restaurant with a big bag and a happy bag.
"It's early, it's better to come by chance, just in time for lunch." Connie looked at a large table of dishes, her eyes brightened, and smiled at McGonagall, "Boss, don't mind adding a pair of chopsticks?"