Chapter 580: Elsharion chose to trust.
Elsharion thought for a long time after being inspired, but finally shook his head and thought that the teacher's worries were just false.
He explained his point in a smooth tone, "In history, there are many people who appear to firmly believe in the gods, and they are willing to sacrifice themselves for whatever they say, but in the end they betray the race and become a shame." "Teacher, although you are worried
, There is factual basis, but there is no basis to explain that Imrik must respect the gods. The duty of the Dragon Prince is to protect Ulthuan and the dragons, not to become a religious believer, as long as what he does is reasonable and correct Yes, we should trust each other."
Beranal poured himself a cup of tea by the stove and took a sip to moisten his throat.
The student's attitude was very firm, which he felt was unexpected. It was not an excuse because both parties had the same interests, but he actually recognized Imrik's behavior.
"You trust him very much, just like a friend who has been together for a long time, but as far as I know, it seems that it has only been more than ten years since the two of you officially came into contact." "More than ten years have been able to change a lot of things.
He led Asu You have achieved results that were previously unattainable. Looking at the history of Ulthuan, there are only a handful of people who can defeat the Witch King and continue to march towards Naggaroth, and this achievement only took ten years. He is not yet three hundred years old, and countless Honors are waiting in the future. I believe that our race will return to its former glory. The world belongs to us, not these monkeys that are entrenched everywhere." Does success determine the purpose? It is really in line with the ideas of young people
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Feeling bored, Belannar stroked the Book of the Phoenix on his waist. This tome, which claimed to record the fate of Ulthuan, actually contained nothing but the sacred deeds of Asuryan.
All speculated fates were carefully considered and weighed in advance, allowing things to move in the expected direction. This allowed Saffre to dominate Ulthuan for a long time.
Should he bet on Imric, or someone else...
After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't find a candidate who was good enough to take on the big responsibility. Tyrion was originally a good choice, but he was too emotional and couldn't hold the position. He did a lot of stupid things during his time as War Lord.
"Teacher, you seem to be thinking about something." Elsarion noticed Belannar's eyes staring at the flames, which had an indescribable depth.
"Yes, I am thinking about many things. For example, as you may have guessed, my trip to Caledor was also a decision made by the Archmage Council. The relationship between Tigris and Imric is too subtle, and it is difficult not to care about it.
" Lannar suddenly showed a relieved expression, stopped stroking the Book of Phoenix, and smiled at the cold-faced student, "But I seem to have found the answer, since Caledor can lead Ulthuan through many crises. , the current Dragon Prince can naturally bring our race back to glory."
"What do you mean?" Elsharion frowned, and an incredible guess appeared in his mind.
"I will take the initiative to serve as the court mage of Caledor, and the little dragon prince will also receive a complete magical education, not just some natural history knowledge. I put my future on Imrik, just like you."
" This matter may make Imric happy for a long time."
The influence of the union of the strongest kingdoms in the inner ring and the outer ring is really unimaginable, but Eltharion expressed his expectation.
"Come with me for a walk. You are a busy man. It will be difficult to see you when you return to Ulthuan." Belannar said without any explanation, and took the student's arm and walked out the door.
He took one last look at the flames burning in the fireplace and thought to himself, Imrik, it doesn't matter whether you are pious to the gods or not, but Assur is the most important, don't betray my trust. ......
Imrik sneezed suddenly and looked around to see if there was another blind force focusing on him.
The final result only caused a burst of weird expressions from the Flame Knights, and they had no choice but to give up.
The veteran of the Patriot Army who led the way was tensed up, trying to make his steps more formal and his expression more serious. Behind him was a former great leader, a super figure whom he had only met once.
Arriving in front of a dark dungeon, the veteran turned around, his tone and face were extremely official, but his tone of voice was extremely humble.
"Your Highness, this is where vampires are imprisoned. Because we are not very good at interrogating, the scene may be a bit bloody."
Hearing these words, Imrik thought to himself, what scene have I never seen before? Qi has been fighting for a longer period of time than you. The so-called bloody scenes are nothing more than iron hooks penetrating ribs and scalp stitches.
"Are you doubting my mental quality?"
"No, no, I'm just reminding you, but that's not what I meant..." The veteran explained in a panic, but in the end he felt that it was getting more and more outrageous, so he could only scratch the back of his head and use the key to turn the iron The door opens.
Imrik walked into the interrogation room arrogantly. The first thing he saw was a few soldiers standing guard with flamethrowers, staring intently at the vampires surrounded by iron bars on both sides.
With prior notice, the people who were originally interrogating also left. All they could see were six vampires who looked like they could be picked up, hung on crosses, with long silver nails driven into their palms and insteps, and a few slender iron nails. The chain stretched out from the wall and tightened around his body, allowing the cross to make contact with it as much as possible.
The rare natural light allowed the vampire to regain some consciousness. The one closest to the door raised his drooped head. After seeing the veteran beside Imric, his body began to tremble involuntarily, as if he was extremely frightened.
"Is this the bloody scene you are talking about? It's really disappointing." Imrik was quite dissatisfied. Even if crucifixion was cruel, it was simply an insult to the art of torture.
"Sorry, sorry, this is what I expected to endure mentally. I didn't expect that His Highness the Prince would be so tough. I am too timid." The veteran smiled a little and looked around the corner of the iron fence. He found that the scalps had been cleaned and there were only a few scalps. Deep red blood stains, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
To deal with a group of monsters that could be reborn with blood and the wind of magic, many people with excessive psychological pressure took the initiative to take on the role of interrogators. The torture techniques learned in Naggaroth were used several times, and in the end only a few were found. If you put a mouse into a vampire's mouth, you will get a brand new toy.
Imric could naturally see some body tissues in the corner, skin, hair, bone residue...
But torturing vampires was not an evil thing. When it came to cruelty, the lower limit of elves was much lower than that of humans. Just use civilization as an outer packaging and transform into the most advanced race in the world.
"That vampire you mentioned, take me to see him."
(End of Chapter)