Chapter 499： Kent's nightmare

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Old Kent was right. Although he didn't mind his son torturing the horseshoe, he would never allow his son to kill it directly.

You know, this is the last house elf in their family.

If it dies, then the Kent family will become an influential family without house elves, which is absolutely unbearable for the old Kent.

Little Kent clearly knew this, so he waved his hand and actively dispersed his magic path:

"Hurry up! You old trash!"

The horse hoof squatted his head and walked away in gratitude. Before leaving, he did not forget to wipe the floor wet with his tears again.

This made the group of twilight vampires watching by the side feel a chill.

Little Kent was obviously still angry, and his fierce gaze scanned the people in the hall back and forth, as if he would stand up and attack at any time.

This made everyone present very disturbed, including old Kent.

You must know that little Kent went crazy but the six relatives didn't recognize him, even his father he would act mercilessly.

"Cough cough cough!"

A little embarrassing coughed twice, and old Kent reached out and snapped his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, from the corridor on the left side of the hall walked out a beautiful girl who also wore a nightgown with a graceful figure and long snow-white hair.

The girl twisted her waist and walked to the Kent father and son with a sweet smile. At this moment, the little Kent had already lost his previous violent appearance. With a wicked smile on his face, he reached out and took the girl into his arms.

It's not over yet, little Kent doesn't care that there are other people here, and directly put his hand into the girl's nightgown in front of his father and many vampires.

Little Kent's hands were not honest, but the white-haired girl didn't care, instead she agreed with a seductive snort.

Old Kent swallowed heavily and resisted not looking at the scene there.

This Vewa was bought as a toy from a slave merchant after he came to the United States. This is also a rare hobby of old Kent. Over the years, he has played almost all kinds of intelligent creatures. The reason why his heirs are so scarce is partly because of this, because the human's'essence' power is limited.

Of course, after throwing so many seeds, many of them have taken root and sprouted.

It's just that in the eyes of old Kent, those little shoots are not worthy of Kent's name, so they are all destroyed by other people.

The old Kent was also very open about sharing a woman with his son. After all, those wise beings were just toys in his eyes.

I can think about it, watching my son playing with him is still a little uncomfortable. You must know that due to the fall in the family, now there is only one toy left in their home, which is not enough for the two of them to toss about.

Fortunately, their toy box will soon be supplemented...

Thinking of this, old Kent slowly turned his head and looked at the beautiful female vampire next to Carlisle.

The body of a vampire has no temperature. Old Kent couldn't help getting excited when he imagined the excitement after entering.

The female vampire who was stared at by old Kent only felt a chill swept through her body, and the malice in old Kent's gaze was barely concealed.

Perhaps he also felt that his gaze was too direct. Old Kent coughed a little bit embarrassingly, then turned his gaze to Carlisle:

"Okay, Carlisle. Let us continue the previous topic. What were you going to say just now?"

Hearing this, the vampire Carlyle lowered his head silently, and his gaze happened to fall on the scarred old magic wand inherited from the ancestors of the Kent family.

This is the power of the wizard!

Carlisle suddenly gave birth to such a sigh for some reason.

He knew very well that he actually had no right to refuse from the beginning.

Although they have lived here for hundreds of years and have become the nominal masters here, in reality, it is just a little bit of crumbs leaked from the nails by the wizards. As long as the wizards want, they can Taking this land away at any time, without paying attention to the feelings of oneself and others, even they themselves are just insignificant ants and property in the eyes of wizards.

Engraved on the wall of the Magic Congress Hall, the Hundred Race Contract, which symbolizes the equality of all beings, is nothing but shit. Those Aurors and the strikers would not provide them with so-called legal protection.

The only choice before him now was obedience. He knew very well that as long as he dared to say a half-heartedness, the two wizards sitting in front of him would raise their wands and kill himself and others.

But is it the right choice to submit to the other party?

No, that's just a chronic death!

Judging from the behavior and attitude shown by the other party, they will not have a good life if they choose to submit to them!

Suddenly, the light in Carlisle's eyes was slowly dimming. Although the campfire in the fireplace was still burning, he felt that his body was like an ice cellar, and an emotion called despair was in his body. Gradually diffused.

The silence continued, but Old Kent didn't urge him. He just looked at Carlisle with a smile like that, behaving extremely patiently.

But this is just an illusion. The reason why the old Kent is so unhurried is only to appreciate the desperate expression on Carlisle's face at the moment, which is simply the most beautiful scenery in the world for him.

But his son Kent didn't have such hobbies. When Carlisle hadn't spoken for a long time, Kent went crazy in an instant.

I saw him push away the Veeva who was lying on him and roared:

"You beasts are too ink! Give you another ten seconds. If I can't get the answer I want after ten seconds, you all die!"

As Little Kent’s roar echoed in the wide hall, a large number of werewolves sprang out from the dark passages around the hall. They showed their fangs and looked at Carlisle and the others, and saliva was constantly slipping from their mouths. .

A wry smile flashed across Carlisle's face. The werewolves who had been in a hostile relationship with them for hundreds of years seemed to have completely taken refuge in the wizard, and now they are probably at a dead end.

But is he really going to succumb to others like this?

Carlisle couldn't help but looked at the other young man sitting beside him.

Perceiving Carlisle's gaze, Edward's fists were clenched tightly.

Unlike Carlisle, who still had some fantasies about wizards, Edward gave up the idea of ​​becoming a vassal family the first time he met Kent and his son.

Because Edward possesses an extremely rare talent for mind-reading among Twilight Vampires, through this ability, he can more clearly feel the tyrannical, dirty and wretched thoughts in the hearts of Kent and his son. His family is simply seeking death by relying on each other.

Yu Qi was slowly tortured to death by the opponent, it would be better to fight them!

Edward quickly made a decision. He gritted his teeth and shook his head heavily at Carlisle.

Upon seeing this, Carlisle's dim eyes lit up again, and he took a deep breath, his expression gradually becoming firmer.

On the other side, old Kent shook his head regretfully.

"Kill them!"

A loud drink came out of Kent's mouth, and then all the werewolves in the hall violently walked away and rushed towards Carlisle and others at the long table.

Carlisle, Edward and others were not to be outdone, and they were ready to meet the enemy when they got up.

But just when the two parties were about to touch each other, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded, and a bluestone wall in the castle hall was violently exploded, and a large burst of flames and thick smoke spread quickly.

Everyone in the hall was shocked by this sudden scene, and then, five silhouettes of different heights slowly emerged from the dense smoke, and at the same time, there were hard leather boots stepping on the flagstone. The crisp sound above.

As the footsteps gradually amplified, Mike and others finally appeared in front of everyone.

I saw Mike with a gentle smile on his face, bowed slightly towards the old Kent in the middle of the hall, and said in an unhurried tone:

"Good noon, Mr. Kent."

Seeing the warm and welcoming blond young man in front of him, Kent and his son's face suddenly changed.

Although they are in the United States, they still worry about the situation in the country.

So they not only knew Mike, but they also knew exactly how terrifying the name McTowny represented.

"Kill them!"

Old Kent yelled hysterically, and his extreme fear made his voice sharp.

The werewolves who were still stupefied quickly reacted upon hearing the words, and began to turn their guns and rushed towards Mike and the others. The sanity of these werewolves had obviously been swallowed by madness, and they became unaware of fear.

"Dirty idiot!"

Arthur whispered and turned into an afterimage and rushed out, only to see a few shining sword lights suddenly appeared, and a lot of blood was exploded in the air, and the werewolves who led the charge fell down with sobbing. A faint smell of blood gradually filled the air.

Their deaths did not have the slightest impact on the morale of the werewolves, and the werewolves behind still launched a charge without fear of death.

It's just that not everything in this world can be done with blood.

"Sword Dance!"

"Killing Curse!"

"Shen Feng Wuying!"

"Thunderbolt exploded!"

...

For a time, the sword energy in the castle hall was vertical and horizontal, and various spells continued to appear, continuously harvesting the lives of the werewolves. Under this level of attack, the poor werewolves would not say they fight back. Not even the corners of Arthur and the others could be touched.

On the other hand, relying on the werewolves to delay time, the Kent father and son have already picked up their wands.

They knew very well that the werewolves alone couldn't deal with McTownley, who had made his reputation in the country, so they never thought of fighting Mike and others from the beginning.

"My son, come here!"

Old Kent anxiously took his son in his arms, then raised his magic wand, drew a mysterious pattern in the air at an astonishing speed, and shouted in his mouth:

"Apparition!"

Listening to his father chanting the spell, little Kent instinctively closed his eyes and held his father's waist tightly. He knew very well that it would be uncomfortable to wait a while to travel through space.

But a few seconds passed, but the violent rotation as expected did not appear.

Little Kent opened his eyes with a puzzled look, but saw that his father was looking at his wand with a dull look, and he was still muttering:

"This is impossible, this is impossible..."

"Nothing is impossible."

Mike's unhurried voice sounded again, but unlike the beginning, Mike's voice was closer this time.

Old Kent suddenly looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Mike in a dark brown coat leaning against the fireplace looking at them with interest.

"This entire castle has been given an Anti-Phantom Shifting Curse by us, so...you better stop and catch it."

Mike's words made Old Kent awake suddenly, his wrinkled face suddenly flashed a trace of firmness, and he pushed his son away, and at the same time he yelled with his wand against his neck. :

"I know what you want! I will give it to you! I swear! But you must let my son leave safely! Otherwise you won't get anything!"

"Yes! Let me go!" The young Kent, who was pushed by the old Kent, immediately reacted and shouted, "No matter what you want, it has nothing to do with me! Just go find the old man. ,do not hurt me!"

"Oh?"

Mike sighed softly when he heard the words and straightened his body slightly.

He started to feel that things got interesting.

When old Kent heard his son's words, he was slightly taken aback. He looked at Kent in disbelief, but the latter yelled at him viciously:

"What do you look at! Bad old man! You are to blame for all this! It is you who caused the trouble!"

Don't know if it was angry or something, old Kent's body began to tremble.

But just when Mike thought he would be angry and yelling at him, he saw old Kent take a deep breath, and then said with red eyes sadly:

"You're right, I blame all this. My son, after you escape, you must revitalize the family and continue the glory of the Kent family!"

After that, old Kent's expression regained his firmness again, and continued to confront Mike with his wand against his neck like a vindicator preparing to dedicate himself to his ideals.

It's just that the old Kent's move obviously only touched him. His son's little Kent's face was still full of disdain, and he said impatiently:

"Okay! I see, bad old man! It's really annoying!"

At this time, Arthur and the others had already solved the problem and the werewolves gathered together, just in time to get a panoramic view of this scene.

They all had a stunned expression, and they were obviously shocked by old Kent's three views.

Mike shook his head helplessly, then cast a very concealed wink at Zhou Hong.

The corners of the latter's mouth rose slowly.

Aside Old Kent watched vigilantly at Mike and the others who surrounded him. After a while, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

After waiting for a while, Mike did not reply, which made him have to say again:

"Quickly let my son go! Otherwise you... uh!"

Old Kent's voice stopped abruptly, and a "fainted ground" hit his head accurately from behind him.

He was struggling to hold on to the dizziness that swept through and looked back, and saw his son Kent holding his wand in his forehand, and there was still magical aura that had not disappeared on the tip of his wand.

"why……"

Old Kent said with difficulty, but soon, the endless darkness swallowed him completely.

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