Chapter 603 Private Fight in the Royal City

"Wait!"

In front of the heavy city gate, a soldier in armor waved his hand to stop Rogge and his party.

After a quick glance, the soldier finally looked at a figure sitting leisurely on the carriage.

When he saw that the figure was actually a human man, he was stunned.

According to regulations, humans other than slaves are not allowed to enter the royal city.

But the human man sitting in the carriage in front of him was calm and composed, without the humility and respect of ordinary human slaves.

Looking at this face, the sergeant suddenly felt that this face was familiar.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, his pupils shrank, and he pointed at Mu Qiu in disbelief and exclaimed:

"You...you are?!"

However, before he could scream, a bloody light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the black-clothed man in front of him.

Six circling magatama appeared in the deep pupils, interweaving and overlapping to form a blood moon.

Then, the sergeant's voice suddenly stopped, his eyes flashed red, and his body stopped in an instant.

"Are you okay?"

Mu Qiu stroked the kitten in his arms and looked at the sergeant in front of him with a smile.

"No...no..."

After a moment of stunned silence, the sergeant replied dryly, and his expression returned to normal.

When Mu Qiu and his party walked into the city gate, the soldier beside him reminded him:

"Sir, what's wrong with you?!"

The red light in the sergeant's eyes slowly faded, and he came back to his senses and looked at the soldiers behind him in confusion:

"Are you okay?"

"..."

When Mu Qiu stepped into the Eternal Night Capital called Wangcheng, he found that the Eternal Night Capital was much more luxurious than he had imagined.

Unlike the strange-shaped towns before, the architectural style here still retains some human characteristics.

Ten-meter-high houses are lined up everywhere in the royal city, and the surface of the buildings made of unknown materials is faintly glowing.

The passing streets were full of alien figures, and patrol soldiers riding on exotic beasts were circling in the sky.

Looking up, you can even see the huge demon palace in the deepest part of the royal city.

There is the Eternal Night Palace where the ruler of the current Eternal Night Dynasty, the ninth generation of the Demon Lord, lives!

Mu Qiu's eyes swept through the buildings in front of him one by one, but he could not see the shadow of the past era. He shook his head with some emotion.

A thousand years have passed, and the world has changed a long time ago...

But Rogge beside him looked around excitedly, even the passing aliens were not spared, and his eyes were full of novelty.

Compared with the luxurious royal city in front of him, the mountain cat tribe he belonged to seemed like a tower village in a corner.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in front.

The noisy noise quickly attracted the attention of the people around. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall figure standing in the crowded crowd in front.

This is a vampire noble in a tuxedo, with pale skin, handsome face, and two pairs of fangs at the corners of his mouth.

Beside the man, there are a group of vampires dressed as servants.

"A mere inferior beastman dares to offend this earl, he really doesn't know how to live or die!"

The vampire earl scolded the orc mother and son in front of him, his eyes full of disdain and contempt.

The woman knelt on the ground to protect her son, with large patches of blood between her arms.

The orc child who didn't know the truth hid in his mother's arms and cried loudly, attracting the surrounding foreign races to watch.

It seems that this boy accidentally bumped into the vampire earl, so he brought disaster upon himself.

The vampire clan is also a big clan in the Eternal Night Dynasty. Although its reputation has been greatly reduced after the death of the Undead Owl King, it is still much more noble than ordinary beastmen.

In today's era, not only strength is the standard for measuring the strong, but also racial blood is a proof of strength and status.

"Asshole!"

Rogge, who was full of justice, wanted to stand up when he saw the orcs of the same orc tribe being bullied, but was stopped by the goat steward beside him.

"Lord Earl, we are now in the royal city, shouldn't we keep a low profile..."

A servant couldn't help but remind him when he saw more and more alien races onlookers.

After all, this is not the territory of the corpse clan, even the noble vampire clan can't cover the sky with one hand.

"Why should I care about other people's opinions when I do things?"

The vampire count glanced at the servant beside him, who immediately lowered his head and dared not say more.

"Take them back to the blood clan's house. This earl hasn't tasted the blood of orcs for some time!"

The female orc immediately showed despair. Becoming the blood food of the vampire clan is worse than death.

Although the surrounding aliens felt pity for the orc mother and son, they could do nothing about it.

The vampire clan was a top clan even among the corpse clan, and they were far from being able to provoke small families like them.

At this moment, the patrol soldiers hovering in the sky noticed something unusual on the ground, and a team of armored soldiers rode eagles down from the sky.

"What's going on?!"

The leading soldier shouted loudly, and the vampire servant who was about to take action also stopped.

Facing the patrol soldiers in the royal city, the always arrogant vampire count also restrained himself a little, raised his head and said:

"These two orcs openly provoked this count, and now this count will execute them personally!" m.

The patrol soldier glanced at the people below, and then said indifferently:

"The Lord of Demons has ordered that private fighting is prohibited in the royal city during the night banquet!"

The vampire count was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that a mere guard would dare to speak to him like this. He said with a sullen look on his face:

"What if this count wants to take down these two orcs?"

The patrol soldier riding on the magic eagle looked down at the figure of the vampire count, who showed a proud smile on his face.

The patrol soldier had no expression on his face and repeated: "The Lord of Demons has ordered that private fighting is prohibited in the royal city during the night banquet..."

"Violators..."

Swish——

The soldier suddenly pulled out a scimitar from his waist and chopped off the vampire count's head directly!

"Cut!"

In an instant, blood splashed in the sky, and the vampire count's head was chopped off by the soldier!