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Chapter 413 Dracula! (1/3)

What is justice? What is evil?

In Ye Qingshan's view, there has never been justice and evil in this world. Before humans had not formed morality, there was no justice and evil in the world at all.

The so-called war is nothing more than a paragraph used for profit and to achieve some dirty goals, but how many of them can really see clearly?

Just like the land in front of you, how many people know what the purpose of their fighting is?

For justice? But what is justice?

In order to eliminate evil? But what have those so-called evil dark species really done wrong?

War, without so-called justice and evil, strips off the hypocritical appearance of war, and only the disgusting ugliness is left.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. At this moment, the blood-colored plain became even brighter under the watering of blood. Under the terrifying magic of war, the 200,000 troops on both sides went completely crazy.

They fought together, and the blood moistened the earth. The smell of blood soaring into the sky and the smell of death. Even the most ferocious beasts would hide and shivering at this moment.

In the sky not far from Ye Qingshan, Brother Smaug squirmed the huge dragon wings, and the dark sunlight shone on Smaug's black and red dragon scales, as if it had covered Brother Smaug with a black and red fog, making Smaug at this moment full of evil and dark aura

Opposite to Brother Smaug, there was an old man who looked like a gust of wind could blow down. He looked very thin, with a long white beard, thin arms, not tall, and wearing a very simple magic robe.

But when faced with this gust of wind, neither Ye Qingshan nor everyone present looked at him at all!

Perhaps compared to the old man's appearance, he is not prominent in this battlefield at this moment, and even a little out of place, but if you can feel the vast power in the other person's dead body like the sea, you will understand how terrible the strength of the old man in front of you is!

Dumbledore, a terrifying magician, one of the four commanders of the Justice League, is very powerful. Although he looks like a dying tree, in fact, those who know Dumbledore know the terribleness of this old man.

Feeling Smaug's familiar and strange aura, and holding the magic wand in his dry palm, Dumbledore's eyes were filled with a seriousness: "Smaug, have you become stronger?"

The corners of his mouth cracked, revealing his hideous fangs, and the red flames rose in Smaug's throat: "Old mao, don't talk about those useless things, let's talk about them after you finish the fight!"

A hot dragon breath was spit out from Smaug's throat. The terrible dragon breath exploded at the moment it touched the air, covering the sky of dozens of miles around it in a sea of ​​fire. It seemed that in an instant, within a range of dozens of miles around it, it turned into a flaming hell.

Facing Smaug's dragon breath, Dumbledore was not panicked. He held the magic short staff tightly, and a fluent spell was spit out of his mouth, and then the short staff pointed at Smaug.

The next moment, the hot dragon breath spurted out by Smaug was shrouded in an invisible force. In this flaming hell, a fire phoenix, whose size was no less than Smaug, rose in the flames, and an extremely loud phoenix chirping resounded on the battlefield.

Looking at Brother Smaug and Dumbledore who had just entered the battle not far away, Ye Qingshan shook his head helplessly, moved his eyes away from this monster-level battle, and then looked ahead.

In front of Ye Qingshan was a gloomy man wearing a gorgeous white robe, with long golden hair, a faint sadness in his eyes, and his every move was filled with the elegance of aristocrats.

Anyone who sees the other person at first will think of a melancholy nobleman, but in fact Ye Qingshan knew that under the other person's melancholy and elegant noble appearance, there was such a bloody and cruel heart.

This is a vampire, a vampire with stronger strength than Ye Qingshan.

As mentioned before, vampires are divided into three levels after reaching the level of a great demon. The vampire duke is equivalent to a first-level monster, and the vampire duke is equivalent to a second-level monster. The vampire in front of you is a vampire prince who is equivalent to a third-level monster.

At the same time, the other party was also the right thing that Ye Qingshan needed to fight in this war.

On the battlefield, there are many people like Ye Qingshan. Except for those cannon fodder that cannot reach the level of the Great Demon, all high-end combat power that has reached the Middle Earth world have a combat circle that belongs to them.

Smaug's opponent was Dumbledore, the old magician at the same command level, while Ye Qingshan's opponent was the vampire prince with the third-level monster level in front of him, and the name of this vampire prince is Dracula!

Staring at Ye Qingshan, Dracula's mouth was filled with an elegant but polite smile: "Hello, my name is Dracula. You are so handsome. The first time you are here? And your breath is very special, and it doesn't feel like the breath of Middle-earth world."

A raised his eyebrows and a touch of playfulness flashed through Ye Qingshan's eyes filled with beastly nature: "Can you tell this? My name is Ye Qingshan, a demon clan from the East."

A hint of surprise flashed in Dracula's eyes. The scarlet eyes carefully looked at the white giant beast in front of him, pursed his lips, and a faint greed flashed in the other party's eyes: "Demon Clan? No wonder it feels special. Your blood must be delicious, right?"

With a frown, a touch of playfulness flashed across his face. When he stared at Dracula with a greedy look, Ye Qingshan asked back: "You want to drink my blood? It depends on whether you have the qualifications. By the way, how did you know that I came here for the first time? Is my breath so obvious?"

"Of course not. Although your breath is very special, not all creatures can feel it. The reason why I guess you are here for the first time is mainly because I have never seen you before." Shaking your head, under the long golden hair, a hint of helplessness flashed across Dracula's elegant face: "You know, in the past six months, everyone has fought while they are free. Although this battlefield is very large, it is not much high. In half a year, it is enough to let us know each other."

Looking at Ye Qingshan, a strange light flashed in Dracula's scarlet eyes: "It's better to do this. Give me some of your blood. How about the two of us just paddling on the battlefield like this? Although I am a vampire, I am not cruel, and I have a good reputation. As long as you give me half of your blood, I promise not to kill you."

Ye Qingshan shook his head, his nine-meter-long body, and his surging demonic power rose on Ye Qingshan's body, carrying the terrifying deterrence of the beasts that belonged to the prehistoric world, and his eyes were sharp and dazzling: "Sorry, your suggestion is very good, but unfortunately I still want to refuse! After all, it was my first meeting, and I believe you. If you take half of my blood and want your other half, what should you do? Also, when you speak, if you don't use that kind of trick that interferes with your spirit, it might be more convincing?"
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