Novel & Cerita Blood Blockade Battlefront Klaus

Klause yelled, "War Legate Draco, are among the fighters?! Please respond with a Wyvern Peak secret message if you can hear me!" A red flare flew up to the sky as Klause yelled, forming a dragon as it exploded in the air. When Klause saw this, he continued, "Sir, it really is you! I’m Klause. Battle Warrior Lucas is heavily injured and has retreated to the north. Brothers, charge!" "Charge!" "Kill them all!" "Ha-hoo!" Adrenaline-filled screams rang through the sky as Klause and his ten men joined the battlefield. *** The red smoke in the night sky caused by the flare's explosion contained a special message. Everyone in Serpent's Haven saw it floating in the sky.

The warlocks broke through the blockade and boarded the cruise ship prepared in advance. "Damn it! A bunch of lunatics not even afraid of death," Klaus cursed, wiping the blood from his hands. Selfish warlocks could not comprehend such self-sacrificing acts. At that moment, Alexander arrived driving a Hummer. He glanced at the cruise ship a few hundred meters away and continued to speed toward the ramp.

Klaus stuttered. He was new to the Blood Kings, and I thought he could fight. He passed many of my tests within the past month, but tonight, he got his ass kicked. "Liar! You were in the corner crying like a little bitch. I saw him, boss!" shouted Stefan. "Yes! I saw him too. Kill him,” Claudia agreed with a smile on her face. I turned my back and walked to my chair. "Please! Give me another chance. I'll help you get the girl!" Klaus pleaded.

I pointed out to him with a proud smile. At first, Klaus opened his mouth to speak. From the stubborn tilt of his chin and the look on his face, it was obvious that he wanted to object but then he quickly shook his head, deciding against it. “Fine,” he whispered. “Come with me.” As soon as he said that, he began to march in the direction of the noise. His strides were so wide that it made it quite difficult for me to catch up to him. At some point, I even began to run after him judging by how fast he was. We arrived at the venue some minutes later to find a few of the soldiers on the floor and injured. The explosion wasn’t a lot but it had been enough to cause some major damage.

The force is so strong that I bump against the back of Aleksander’s seat. “What is it?” Pharaoah barks at his driver in Russian. “Don’t know, sir. There’s something on the road—” His words cut off when a shot lodges stRoseght in his chest. Aleksander gets his gun out, cursing, but it’s too late. Gunshots erupt from all directions. We’re under attack.