Chapter 512 Top-down Power
Elvis was a little puzzled, yes, puzzled for a long time.
The original order from the embassy was to stand by in Ostermark, near the southern state of Kislev. However, after Oliveira received a magical communication, the order changed again, and he could only lead his men in despair. Return to Osterland.
The journey was long, and the environment in the north of the empire was not good. When these people, who looked like barbarians, saw an army moving in a big way, they all expressed that they were disturbing the people and had to leave some tolls.
Well, the actual toll is to exchange food and special products for the equivalent of gold and silver. Under the guarantee of Archpope Ulric, no one in the northern part of the empire will touch this knighthood composed of elves and Kisli ladies for the time being. .
At least they have indeed helped the Imperial people solve some troubles in more than a year. Who wouldn't like people who work for nothing.
But in fact, this is not the reason why Elvis is puzzled. The most important thing is the skink priest "Gaguar" who is chattering beside him.
"I said you are such a brat, you don't even know how many letters to send home to report that you are safe. Do you know that Wycliffe always comes to the court to ask me.
Elvis is not in danger, right? Harandu He is the only young man in the Er family now. He has a giant horned cold lizard mount. Can he find a dragon partner in the future? I really want to punch you and Wycliffe." He wiped his forehead
. With cold sweat breaking out on his face, Elvis responded to the Skink Priest sitting on Pakal's shoulder: "There are many things going on. It's only been a little over a year. Why would I want to send a letter to my family? I'm not a human being. I don't feel it at all."
Yes, what puzzled him was that during the march, the skink on Pakal's shoulder suddenly spoke an Elvish language with an authentic dragon court accent, and the voice was still... Extremely familiar.
After all, I have been a herald for ten years, and I can't remember this voice even if I don't remember it. Who would have thought that the prince could actually bring his consciousness into the body of a skink priest, and it didn't seem to be stiff.
The key point is, why haven't we seen the prince in this short time? Why did the prince become such a talkative person? That cold dragon lord! ! !
"It seems so, but you, a little slippery boy, can't keep thinking about fighting. You are a noble, and you will inherit Wycliffe's position in the parliament in the future." Imrik, who transformed into a skink priest, began to teach the little slippery boy. Elvis, through some control over Sotek's authority over the past few years, at least realized that it was not difficult to descend into the body of a Skink who devoutly believed in the Forked Serpent.
This revolution in Kislev is a major event that will be written down in the chronology. Although there is no way to participate in it in person, at least you have to experience it and pray to save the situation at critical moments. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the role of the protagonist? Woolen cloth.
Staying in the palace all day long to amuse your son would be too little.
"Yes, yes, yes~" Elvis trailed off helplessly. Can you be a bit more majestic as a prince? Why have you become as nagging as your grandfather?
Imric suddenly thought of something and shot Elvis with dragon thunder, signaling him to quickly turn his eyes around. Isn't it because he was sitting on the shoulders of a six-meter-tall monitor lizard, and his neck felt a little uncomfortable when he looked up.
Obviously, he was quite excited before kneeling on one knee in front of the Dragon Claw Throne and looking up at him, but Drachnir will never become like this in the future.
"You brat, I'll give you an indicator."
"Say."
"The Lahmian vampire, a despicable vampire resurrected the dragon as a tool. Now there are Masno and Iron Wolf in Erengrad, but I wouldn't mind providing you with more support if you take out this vampire."
More support? Elvis was a little confused when he heard this, and wanted to ask whether it was money or people, but when he raised his head, he found a red thunder snake jumping on the skink's fingertips.
Coupled with that suggestive expression, he immediately understood that this was to prepare a small start for himself in advance and arrange Long Lei first.
"I understand! This vampire who is just as damnable, despicable, despicable, shameless and evil as Druchi will surely die under my blade of revenge!" The Grand Master's loud military order made the people next to him a little curious. Orr Seya urged the horse to step forward. Under the influence of a special power, she did not hear the exchange between her cousin and the Skink Priest. She only thought it was the usual lizard man jokes.
"What's going on? Which vampire are you involved with?"
For the sake of her cousin's safety, if she were told that she could get dragon thunder by killing this Lahmian vampire, she might just rush forward.
Elvis chose a white lie to cover up his desire for monopoly, "I've been unhappy with these vampires for a long time. They confuse the difference between the living and the dead, lie in the grave like maggots, and suck human blood. It's simply worse than Necromancers are even more despicable."
Althea felt a little strange. Although the Grand Master was sometimes out of touch, he didn't seem to make such a fuss.
But Elvis was one step ahead of her. After seeing the familiar port, he greeted, "Let's go, fight the vampires. I want to see what courage these dark creatures have to attack the dragon's corpse." "
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Riding on the skeleton nightmare horse, Prokin looked up at the city in the distance that was blown by the wind and snow, his scarlet eyes couldn't help but flicker a little.
He couldn't remember the past, but he only remembered that when he was a soldier under Tsar Alex, facing a Chaos Warrior, he used a battle ax to cut into the gap in the thick Chaos plate armor.
But afterwards, when his superior took away this achievement, he did not complain, because at that time, he had already been squeezed out of the army. There are always people who want to eat, and the soldiers' jobs are provided by the country. After the Great Holy War, many people hope to have some free money. After all, the empire, the dwarves, and Caledor have promised a lot of support.
A very capable soldier staying in the army is likely to replace his boss's position, so his boss chooses to let him go and transfer him to another position.
From that time on, Prokin had some sense of the role of power, what power is, obeying the person who can give you power, and then using this power to make others surrender.
Prince Caledoron was powerful, so he joined the mercenaries, but all he got was gold leaf coins and the respect of a group of big-headed soldiers.
Tsarina Catherine was very powerful, so he brought some people with the same ideas and surrendered in exchange for eternal life and power.
Power comes from the top down, not the bottom up.
At least six thousand soldiers behind him, this is the symbol of power given to him by the Tsarina.
He exhaled a breath, but it was no longer the white warm gas in his memory.
He laughed to himself, and when he saw this city, he actually forgot that he was a midnight noble.
After opening the gates of this city that did not surrender in the great holy war, Plokin silently thought in his heart.
"Raskol, let's see who has more power...Which is the elf giving you more power, or the Queen Khan giving me more power..."
With vampires, necromancers, mortals The mixed army slowly advanced into the city.
(End of chapter)