In the tallest building in the center of Bloodline City.
In a conference room.
The dim yellow light illuminated the faces of more than a dozen people. Everyoneâs faces were filled with unhappiness and dejection. No one made any movements or made any sound except for the occasional cough or two.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you all afraid?â
At this moment, a voice was heard, and everyone looked over.
An old man at the head of the table spoke.
His hair and beard were all white, and his face looked very old. His pupils were a rare green color, and he wore a silver band on his head. He was wearing a wide Warlock robe. It was him who had spoken just now.
â Sir Clint, donât joke around. We are surrounded by the Bloodline Towers. They will attack us soon. â A Warlock sighed.
â Indeed. The Manticore Family is too powerful. How can we be their match? â Another Warlock said dejectedly.
âWhy donât we just give them the Grassi Land?â
Bang!
The table was suddenly slammed. Glen looked at everyone, and the aura of the celestial suddenly erupted. Everyoneâs breathing stopped.
He looked around and said, â The Amina Family has given up on us, but if we give up too, then everything will be over.
âWe can give them the Grassi Land, but from what I know, the Amani Family has already taken over the Mercury Familyâs territory. Do you think they have only given the Manticore the Grassi Land?â
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone stopped talking.
They knew very well that Glen was right.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. A few seconds later, Glen asked, âSpeaking of which, have the sub-towers been summoned back this time?â
â Sir, â a Warlock said, â weâve basically finished summoning all our branches. So, eight out of ten branches in the Central continent have returned. Only one out of four branches outside the continent has returned.â
âWhat about those who didnât come back?â Glen asked.
â Sir, those who didnât come back basically refused to come back after hearing the news. They chose to wait and see. â the Warlock said.
Glen took a deep breath, concealing the anger in his heart, and said, âThen how many people have returned from the branch tower, and what is the specific situation?â
âSir, Iâm not too sure about this, but the branches are all mixed. Basically, they have a few third circle warlocks and a dozen or fewer second circle warlocks.â The Warlock looked up at Glen and noticed that his face was a little dark, so he quickly added, âHowever, there are still three branches with decent strength. They are all here.â
The Warlock looked behind him and signaled with his eyes. The three Warlocks immediately stood up.
All three of them were men. One of them was tall, one of them was short and looked a little wretched, and the last one was a thin man.
â Sir Glen, Iâm from the Bloodline Towerâs branch in Bloody City. This time, I have with me ten 3rd circle, 30 2nd circle, and 50 1st circle disciples. There are also a large number of acolytes. â the tall Warlock said.
Glen nodded.
Bloody City was the closest to the Bloodline Tower, and they had always been strong. There were also many people who came back this time.
â Sir, Iâm from the branch of the Joel Mountain Range. This time, Iâve brought back 15 third-circle, 40 second-circle, and 100 first-circle warlocks. â The wretched Warlock chuckled.
Glen was even more satisfied.
The Joel Mountain Range was said to be a resource-gathering area of the Bloodline Tower. It was rich in resources, so it naturally became the strongest branch of the Bloodline Tower.
âSir, Iâm from the Silver Moon Forest branch. This time, there are only ten third-circle, fifteen second-circle, and 50 first-circle warlocks.â The skinny man seemed a little embarrassed.
âNot bad.â Glen also praised him.
âIâm very happy that youâre back. Weâll definitely win.â Glen said.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a female Warlock walked in. It was Margot. She came to Glenâs side and spoke to him in a low voice.
âWhat? You said that Alida is back!â Glen suddenly shouted, his eyes full of surprise.
The others present raised their eyebrows when they heard this name. After all, she was Glenâs only descendant, so everyone naturally knew her.
Everyone knew that Alida had been sent away to a branch that might not even exist.
They didnât say anything because they were all higher-ups in the Bloodline Tower. They knew that they might not be able to survive this time, so most of them sent a portion of their descendants away. Glen had also allowed this to happen. This was to preserve the future of the Bloodline Tower.
However, everyone was very surprised. Coming back at this time, wasnât that courting death?
âWhereâs Alida?â Glen looked at Magrot and asked.
At this moment, the door opened again. Alida walked in and said to Glen, âGrandpa!â
Looking at the familiar person and hearing the familiar voice, Glen covered his face with his hands.
âAlida, you shouldnât have come back.â Glen had a complicated look in his eyes as he said the same thing.
âI completed the mission, so I naturally came back.â Alida looked at Glen and said.
Glen was speechless.
What mission?
âYou mean the west coast tower is still there?â he asked uncertainly after a few seconds.
Alida was speechless.
âSo you really did it just to get rid of me. Youâre too much.â
âForget it, so be it. It seems like itâs all fate!â Glen sighed deeply again.
From the beginning to the end, he didnât ask about the west coast tower, obviously not caring.
âEveryone, todayâs discussion is over for the time being. Letâs end the meeting.âGlen stood up and said to everyone.
Everyone nodded and left.
When the wretched Warlock passed by, he glanced at Alida with a smile that was not a smile.
After they left, only Alida and Glen were left in the room. Margot also left.
â Alida, youâve lost weight. It looks like youâve suffered a lot along the way. â Glen came to Alidaâs side and patted her head.
âGrandpa!â Alida seemed a little displeased.
âHahahaha, Alida is not a child anymore.â Glen was all smiles, and his wrinkles melted. The worries he had been feeling for days seemed to have disappeared.
Alida could not get angry in front of this familiar face.
â How was it? Did my little Alidaâs trip to the West Coast go smoothly? â Glen returned to his seat and asked.
âIt didnât go well, but the good thing is that the results are not bad.â Alida smiled.
â Sigh, it looks like the West Coast is still too close. â Glen muttered in a low voice.
However, Alida did not seem to notice this.â Grandpa, you donât know. When I went to the West Coast branch this time, they were really powerful ⌠â
Before Alida could finish her question, Glen interrupted her.âThen where are they?â
âStill on the way.â Alida replied and continued, âGrandpa, theyâre really powerful. You donât know that they actually have ⌠â
Bang!
The door suddenly opened, and Margot walked in. She said to Glen, âMy lord, the manticore seems to have reached the outer forest.â
âWhat?â Glen suddenly stood up and looked at Alida. â Alida, go and rest first. I need to discuss something. â
After saying that, he left without looking back.
âIâm sorry to disturb your conversation with your grandfather, but we donât have time.â Margot apologized and turned to leave.
In the blink of an eye, Alida was left alone in the huge conference room.
Alida bit her lip.
Whether it was her grandfather, Margot, or the others, they did not take her matter to heart at all.
Or rather, they looked down on the West Coast.
â But Sir Eli is really strong! â Alida pursed her lips and whispered.
Then, she walked out of the room.
Just as she turned a corner, she saw a very wretched Warlock.
âMiss Alida!â The Warlock smiled at Alida, but it made her feel uncomfortable.
âAnd you are?â Alida frowned. She had seen this person just now, but she had never seen him before.
âIâm the person in charge of one of the branches. I just saw that Miss is very beautiful. I wonder if youâre interested in going for a drink?â The Warlockâs eyes flashed with greed.
âI donât want to.â Alida shook her head and turned to leave.
A manâs voice came from behind.
â Miss, not all sub-towers are equal. Only those with one or two celestials can only be called branches. Those on the west coast that have not been in contact for hundreds of years are not even worthy of being called a branch. â
Alida turned her head, her eyes filled with anger.
âMiss, you shouldnât have come back.â The Warlock chuckled like a mouse. âI look forward to meeting you next time. I hope you wonât reject me next time. Also, your figure is very good.â
Alida didnât expect a Warlock to be so frivolous. She exploded her second-circle aura, but it was suppressed by another aura.
The Vile Warlock was a third-circle Warlock.
âHehe.â The Warlock smiled and left.
Bang!
In the next second, he instantly knelt on the ground.
The Warlock was dumbfounded. Then, he saw Alida come to his side and slap him before leaving.
The Warlock was stunned. He had just fallen for no reason.
He looked at Alidaâs back as she walked away. His anger burned, and the coldness in his eyes was even more intense than before.
âŚ.
âThank you, Lord Hydra.â
On the other side, Alida took a deep breath and thanked her pocket after turning a corner.
It was Hydra who had made a move just now.
Hydra, who was in his pocket, closed its eyes silently. This was a mission given to it by its master. At the same time, it sent a message to Alida.