Chapter 679: The Boundary of Ability:
Imrik shook his head and sighed from time to time, and his unhappy posture could be seen when he walked. No one knew what he and Lord Dais had said.
Teclis, the organizer of the plan, immediately asked if he knew of anyone in Athel Loren who deserved Imric's respect.
And judging from the shape of Imrik's mouth when he observed it from a distance, he even saw your honorific.
"What did he tell you?"
"The Twisted Forest northeast of Moon Lake. This is the place we are looking for. Go, Teclis, and prepare for the trial of the traitors." When Imrik
spoke , a sense of powerlessness, which made Tigris even more confused, but thinking that what he had been looking forward to day and night could be realized now, he didn't care so much,
"Then the second plan?"
"Continue to carry out, the success rate is also It will be much higher, and your physical problems will be solved."
In the middle of the night, Imrik, who was sitting alone in the stern of the boat, looked at Caledor in the distance. Those onlookers knew that the prince wanted to be alone, so they all stayed for him. A private space.
He pulled out his ancestor's sword and looked at the elven runes engraved on it. He recalled the exchange with Dais and felt a sigh of relief.
Consider Aslay a compatriot? It seemed too ridiculous for Caledor.
In his own eyes, even the most annoying red-crowned skink, Tehenhoin, is much more pleasing to the eye than these springtails.
"The most hateful thing is not the heretic, but the heretic." After sarcastically saying to himself, Imrik put away his sword and prepared to go back to the cabin to sleep. Unfortunately, there was no one to warm the bed, otherwise it would have been a pretty good day.
Watch the game during the day to find faults, drink some wine in the evening and brag, temporarily putting aside the responsibilities of the prince.
.........
Aralos, who was undergoing treatment, had his abdomen wrapped with a strip of cloth and leaned alone on the guide stone, thinking about everything that had happened today.
Imric has no mercy. From the moment he first came into contact, he has been looking for opportunities to kill all Asrai. He does not care about the majesty of the king and Queen Ariel. Perhaps causing a large-scale conflict is exactly what he wants.
Due to the complexity of the king's character, no one can guarantee that the lord who will be resurrected next year will be a sensible lord instead of a madman who only thinks about killing and revenge.
If Aslay is killed by Imric this time, it will inevitably cause a large-scale conflict, and the Wild Hunt will descend on the Dragon's Back Mountains.
And with Caledor's character of retribution, even if this wild hunt yielded nothing, he would never be as cold-blooded as Elion.
At that time, another elven civil war might break out, but Asul changed his target from Druzi to Aslay.
But what good does this do to him?
After meditating for a long time to no avail, Araros wanted to pray to Lilith for some guidance. Many years ago, it was the same moonlight that led him to break through the dwarf encirclement and escape from the Gray Mountains.
"Have a drink, Araloth."
Dess suddenly appeared, causing Araloth to stop saying my prayer. The blind blacksmith carried two wooden bottles full of Athel Loren's treasures.
"Lord Dais." Aralos took the wooden bottle handed to him and looked at the old man sitting next to him.
Looking at the silent jungle, he took a sip of the purple wine and asked some doubts in his mind,
"Do you know Imrik?"
"I guess, I took care of the Caledor family a long time ago. So far, he He has never forgotten it, and he still has some respect for me." Dais took a sip and asked the thoughtful young man,
"What do you think of today's game?"
"I lost, completely. But everything will change." He was unwilling to accept it. Perhaps this was what Aralos had in mind. That Caledor Assur just relied on gifts and artifacts to win, and by accumulating strength, there would always be a chance to wash away this injustice.
Knowing that Aralos was determined not to give up, Dais said something important, "Elvis, Azul, who defeated you during the day, was only over one hundred and thirty years old." "One hundred and thirty years old
... Alalos squeezed the wooden bottle. This is far from the golden age of the elves. What can be expected is that Elvis's potential is terrifyingly high.
Dais mentioned an unrelated matter, "What is your duty, Araloth." "
While the two majesties are fighting to continue Athel Loren, stop all covetous eyes."
Dais shook his head slowly and rejected this. Responsibility, "No."
"Aslay's dignity will never..." "No." Dais categorically rejected the young man's mistake, "It is to protect Athel Loren." "
What's the difference." Even if He is a respected Lord of the Starlight Forge, and if he vetoes two duties in a row, it is inevitable that people will feel dissatisfied, as is the case with Araloth.
"What is the origin of Asrai?" Dais asked in return. After seeing the brave man's answer not far away, he told the answer,
"He was a refugee from Asul in the Battle of Longbeard. He signed a contract with the jungle spirit. Both parties Let's protect Athel Loren together.
We have a small population, and we are by no means the elite nobles of the ten kingdoms of Ulthuan. We don't master most of the skills. We also rely on Queen Ariel's teaching of magic. King Orion runs in the wilderness day and night, teaching A Sly's hunting skills, the wise ancient tree people of the Ancestral Council have been friends with Asle for generations." "
But this does not mean that Asle is inferior to Asul. We have never claimed to be the best race in the world. Methods to maintain this balance! You have also seen Imric's attitude. He treats Aslay as nothing, as a rat waiting to be slaughtered!" "So where is the edge of
Aslay's ability? Do you think With Asrai's ability, can he take on the war with Caledor?" "
Of course, we have the best cavalry and mobile troops, and the tenacious jungle spirits are enough to withstand tens of millions of troops. Athel Loren is a natural protection Circle, the mobility of the roots of the world Aslay comes and goes like the wind. As long as the king has a thought, the mainland of Caledor will be in danger." "
Ha." Dais smiled unnoticeably. Up to now, this young man has not yet Understand, Caledor is no longer the Silent Kingdom of the past. This is a force that can be called the fourth clan of elves, and it knows what war is far better than Aslay, the weakest of the other three.
Des patted the dust on his body and said the last words before leaving, "I will try my best to persuade Imric to stop this competition and not do anything stupid, Araloth." .........A night
without
words, On the second day of the game, Aslay's momentum has obviously declined. This game is likely to overturn.
But unexpectedly, the Sotigo Sect announced that it would abstain from the final individual match with Aslay, and obtained the other party's consent.
Elvis thought to himself that the big white lizard was really angry yesterday and was going to call a few big guys to come over and kill all these Aslays.
As for Imric, he was speechless as he listened to the small report of the Slann Council. After all, sending an army of beasts led by the Terror Lizard across the vast ocean to the old world required more energy than just transporting a few ancient blood warriors.
And looking at this posture, the Great White Lizard has already assembled the Itaza Guardian Legion and contacted the Chaku Asotigo Legion, intending to kill all the enemies of the Ancient Saint at once.
"Don't let them come, it's not a real war." Imrik covered his forehead, couldn't he be less troublesome, especially Elvis, who seemed to be extremely encouraging the big white lizard to cause trouble, and the albino snake's skull was strange, Location coordinates have been provided for Terhenhoyne.
After the Great White Lizard officially withdrew, even though he had only won three games, the championship of this human competition had already fallen to him without any suspense.
But for Itaza champion warriors, what is probably worth mentioning about this game is that when fighting Tyrion, relying on the iron turtle shell made the war lord a little desperate.
The empire sent a white wolf knight, holding a war hammer and a white wolf cape on his shoulders. His long hair and beard that had never been taken care of looked particularly rough. He shouted "for Yurik" and looked directly at the Bretonnian master who was about to appear.
Many Caledo Assur still have some impressions of this White Wolf Knight. He was an inner ring knight who met in the Great Holy War at first. Unexpectedly, he is not dead yet.
Not surprisingly, Bretonnia also sent a rival Holy Grail Knight who became famous at a young age. He killed all kinds of beasts while searching for the Holy Grail and was considered a hero.
The competition between the two sides was very intense. The battle between the war hammer and the sword did not give in an inch, as if they were pure warriors. Compared with the previous two days, the confrontation with monsters like the big white lizard was undoubtedly more enjoyable to watch.
But there is a significant difference between the two sides. The weak divine power emerging from the body is different. Every attack and every defense of the Holy Grail Grandpa can be filled with golden light. The wounds scratched by the hammer blade are dripping with golden blood, and his bright eyes are also It confirms the majesty of the lady.
Although the White Wolf Knight on the other side always shouted the name of Ulric, except for the four fangs that appeared when he opened his mouth, the White Wolf's divine power had no obvious expression. He looked like a tough and unyielding wild mortal warrior, fighting against The recipients fight.
The two sides fought fiercely. The White Wolf Knight's cloak was in pieces, and there were many wounds on his body. The dwarf's plate armor was also pierced with many flaws. On the other hand, the Holy Grail Knight's shield only had dents of various sizes and was beaten. The injury recovered quickly.
Regarding this, Imric could understand that the martial arts levels of both sides were on the same level, and the White Wolf Knight even vaguely won by half a point. It was indeed impressive to physically tame a half-gryphon.
But the problem is, no matter how much the leaders on both sides give them, there are only more than 200 Holy Grail Knights in Bretonnia. They are Lilith's focus, and they are the best of the best.
The coverage of the Ulric Church is the northern part of the empire, from believers to Great Ulric, from the newly initiated White Wolf retinue to the Teutonic Guards.
If Ulric had the ability to bring the White Wolf Knight's blessing to the level of the Holy Grail Knight, any other imperial god would be able to take the position of the fifth god of Chaos.
He glanced at Magnus, who looked a little embarrassed, especially his face that kept moving his lips slightly. He was probably trying to get the boss to pay more attention to him, and he was praying that he wouldn't be beaten because the background wasn't strong enough.
(End of chapter)