The little wife of the blood clan boss

Chapter 200 Mokavi Tribe
Bloodlines.

The retro carved doors and windows blocked the screams inside, and all kinds of sounds were chaotic and echoed in the empty venue, which seemed a bit creepy.

A man in long black clothes strode forward and saluted respectfully to the person in front of him, "Reporting to the king, all the members of the Mokawi tribe have been captured."

"Yes." Zorosius responded, then slowly squatted down and stared at the person lying on his back, his eyes sharp and as cold as frost.

The dagger in his hand was sharp and small, sticking tightly to the skin of the person on the ground, like ice and snow, chilling to the bone.

However, the person lying on the ground seemed to be unaware of it, his eyes were still dull, and he showed a silly smile from time to time.

"Hey hey hey...who are you..."

Before he could finish laughing, there was a sharp stabbing pain in his leg, and the silly smile on his face instantly froze, turning into a suppressed ferocity.

"Ah ah ah... it hurts, it hurts..."

Seeing this, Qian Luo turned his head away unbearably.

After all, he is the king of the Mokawi clan, how could he be reduced to such a miserable state?
Logically speaking, it's because their clan is so different from ordinary people.

The Makavi are a clan of the Camarilla sect. Their ancestors have been cursed, and the cursed blood has contaminated their minds, causing them to go insane.

Symptoms of insanity in these people can be described as diverse, ranging from megalomania to paranoia to multiple personalities.

Because they are often dominated by sudden cravings and inexplicable hallucinations, they sometimes even point their swords at other vampires.And their madness makes them lose their fear of pain and death, so it is very difficult to subdue them.For this reason, they are rejected by many vampires.

If it were not for the extraordinary insight of the Moqavi family and the holding of a sacred weapon, the secret party would not have accepted it, but would have directly killed it.

The people on the ground screamed and rolled in pain.Before he could recover, he heard Zorosius say: "If you don't care about the lives of your people, just keep pretending."

Hearing this, Qian Luo was the first to be stunned. He looked back at the people on the ground in disbelief.

Pretend?
This man's series of actions just now were all just fake?

Okay, why is this?
However, the people on the ground just hugged their injured legs and started crying, seemingly unaware of Zorosius's words.

Qian Luo looked at the other people in the hall.

These people were dressed in gorgeous clothes, including men, women, old and young. They were all members of the royal family and had noble blood. However, they were tied up like bereaved dogs and half-kneeling on the cold ground.

They were all in a state of confusion at the moment. They were either screaming or going crazy. The noise was so loud that it gave people a headache.

Qian Luo frowned unspeakably.

If it weren't for the sudden chaos in the Mokawi clan, he would not want to deal with these madmen, let alone alert the king easily.

You recalled that when he saw the king a few moments ago, the king's body was depressed and he was obviously not in a good mood.

At this time, the king of the Kawei clan was still ignorant. He hit the muzzle of the gun with a straight face. You can imagine what the outcome would be.

Zorosius looked at the posture of the man on the ground coldly, as if he was looking at something else through him.After his crying subsided, he spoke calmly: "Since I promised your father back then to let the Mokawi clan join the Camarilla, there is no room for withdrawal unless the entire Mokawi clan is destroyed."

The implication is that either surrender again or die.

(End of this chapter)