Chapter 627 Vlad's Compromise
"The undead need a leader. Nagash is obviously a fool. His resurrection is a disaster for the entire world. Settra's ambition is too ambitious and it is difficult for me to trust it, so I followed Manfred." Now that you are here, you have become the best target."
"Don't ask me why I have taken a fancy to a vampire. At least compared to other blood ancestors, you are just like finding a steel plate in the rubble. Pick one."
Vlad rubbed the blood ring between his fingers and emphasized,
"You know this is not an answer."
Imrik maintained a similar movement with him, also stroking the fire dragon emblem ring on his palm,
"But The purpose is always the same. I need the undead to have a more rational leader who will do less stupid things, and I need the power of Nagash to resurrect my wife. During this period of time, at least the undead in the old world have no intention of getting involved in the affairs of other races. "
As an elf, you behave very much like a human. You play tricks and have great determination. Only gamblers can forget the danger. This is also a common trait of empire lords." Vlad said a Judgment, a bet.
But the weight of the decision was not in Imrik's hands. He decided this bet entirely according to his own ideas.
"In a sense, your intuition is very keen." In response to Vlad's judgment with a pun, Imrik said another answer,
"About the God of Death, it is not convenient for me to disclose this, and It has nothing to do with what we are currently doing. You have also witnessed the power of Nagash. It is by no means a level that can be achieved by just relying on the wind of magic. What's more, in the era when the maelstrom has made the energy of the world thin, let the Tomb Kings Resurrection, only gods can perform such miracles."
"As for whether I will tamper with your soul? Well, this is a question worth thinking about, but I prefer ambition and ability to a person who is restricted everywhere. "As long as you don't do stupid things, I believe we can maintain a more harmonious friendship."
"Another plot? Or a threat." Vlad remained calm, testing Imrik's temper. I don’t know what’s going on, but this elf who just met seems to be pinching himself to death.
If you let yourself gain freedom, then the first thing you must do is to choose to find a way to resurrect Isabella, instead of being like Manfred, who only thinks about the throne and power of the empire.
After resurrecting his wife, according to him, he who has gained the power of Nagash may be involved in an event with extremely wide impact.
He didn't want to guess what this matter was, but the obsession in his heart would never give up on Sylvania, and he might have fallen into the trap of the elves.
"No, it's just a small reminder that I think highly of you, Vlad von Carstein. Even if you become a vampire, you still retain a little bit of human appearance." Imrik stared at Vlad with interest. The huge blood ring on De's palm was not only a symbol of strength and authority in the earl's heart, but it was probably this ring he wore on the day of his wedding to Isabella.
"For love, for family, instead of only thinking about strength and power. That's about it. There is no need to see Manfred for the last time."
Vlad closed his eyes, seeming to sigh at the obvious pain in his body. Weaknesses and weaknesses also seemed to sigh that his son's behavior was too cold.
"Bring him here. I personally gave him eternal life, and it should be taken back by me." "
Of course, this is the father's power."
Imrik waved his hand casually, and several people appeared in the empty hall between the two. figure.
Count Manfred personally experienced the bitter pill of manipulating the soul. When facing six dragon princes with hundreds of years of war experience, cunning strategies and insidious spells became meaningless. He lay on the ground and covered the sword wound on his abdomen with his hands. This soul space was so real that even the temperature of the flames carried by his breath could burn away every hair.
His son's blood seeped into the ground and flowed around. Vlad opened his eyes, stood up from the chair, slowly walked towards Manfred, and placed his hand on the blood-drinking sword.
Vlad's voice of regret and lament echoed throughout the palace. The voice was not only a scolding of his son, but also a judgment of himself. "
My son, I was once proud of you, but before you mastered death at an incredible speed, Isabella and I were happy for a long time, thinking that the glorious cause of the von Carstein family for thousands of years should be completed by you and Conrad together..." "That
is a past worth remembering, and I will try my best. Fulfill the responsibilities of a father, try your best to teach you and Conrad, and remember the nobility and elegance..." "
And one of you symbolizes conspiracy, and the other symbolizes brutality. You have never known that the power that Castan possesses does not rely on these underlings. We deserve loyalty without any reason."
Manfred was speechless because he had several lances stuck in his body. He could only watch his father pull out the sword with wide eyes.
At the last moment of his life, he finally realized how powerful his father was. He was a nightmare that could not be avoided in his life. Even if he tried his best to escape, he still had fear in his heart.
Withdrawing the blood-drinking sword and watching Manfred's head leave his body and fall to the ground, Vlad closed his eyes and said his final farewell words to his son,
"I thought you and Conrad were me. The continuation of life with Isabella is the proof of our existence in this world after our unfortunate death, and is the perfect compensation for our inability to have children. But this eternal life may be too heavy a burden for you. ..."
Vlad's wonderful speech received warm applause from several dragon princes. What could be more dramatic than asking Manfred's father to kill him? This would relieve his anger more than killing him with his own hands.
Occestes, who was closest to Vlad, glanced at Manfred whose head was rolling on the ground, bowed his head to Imric in the direction of the red spar, and said in a serious tone, "Your Highness, can you
let Manfred?" We haven't had enough of him yet, and keeping his soul can also serve as a sandbag."
In order not to irritate Vlad, and since Manfred's soul had essentially dissipated, Imrik waved his hand to his ancestor Caledor. The champion warriors shut up. Although it is not yet known what their use is, Lao Mi and the others should be able to think of a good way.
The specific role of the ancient dragon capital still needs to be explored. It would be a waste to simply use it as a signal receiving station before.
"Playing with the souls of dead people is not something I would do. Just die."
Occidentas didn't care about Vlad's embarrassed expression. Out of a desire to vent his anger, when Manfred's soul emitted a blue light, Finally, I added a kick, and then I felt a little more comfortable.
Regarding this situation, Imrik didn't want to explain too much. Caledon can do whatever he likes. If Vlad feels shackles because of this kind of thing, he may need to change his mind.
"Leave here, Vlad, I will send someone to wait for you in Sylvania, and he will be responsible for related matters. You are a smart man, and you don't need too many reminders, but I still want to say one thing, Dragon Bone No one is allowed in the wasteland!"
An obvious threat, but still appropriate.
Vlad signaled that he was ready, and then he had to deal with the mess left by Manfred. He only hoped that after two vampire wars, there were still some familiar faces.
(End of chapter)