Looking at the rubble, the Marquis of Menam's face twitched slightly.
He suddenly understood that the phrase "bombing and killing into scum" was not an exaggerated rhetoric...
"Cough cough, collect Mr. Ji's corpse... the corpse, and choose a day for burial."
"yes."
Afterwards, the Marquis of Menham turned to look at the Marquis of Dawson, and asked seriously: "What should we do next? What do you think?"
Marquis Dawson shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly, "Mr. Yu is dead, so there is definitely no need to attack Winter City."
Indeed, when they attacked Cold Winter City, they hoped to push Mr. Ji to the position of Duke of the North, so as to help the dwarves establish a country in the North.
But now, Mr. Ji has been bombarded and killed into scum, and he even gave a fart.
Even if Winter City is captured, do the dwarves still dare to occupy the position of Lord of the North
The Marquis of Menam also sighed, with a sad face, and asked again: "What about the founding of the country?"
"It's not impossible to talk about the establishment of a country with the St. Hilde family." Marquis Dawson said in a deep voice, but his words were obviously lacking in confidence.
"Saint Hilde...will you agree?" The Marquis of Menham tugged at his beard, looking quite anxious.
"Always try." Marquis Dawson didn't have much confidence, "By the way, weren't you discussing the replacement of territories with some northern lords before? How many families agreed?"
"Except for the Angelet family, everyone basically agreed. After all, the situation in the northern border was getting worse by the day, and these families were eager to escape from this vortex."
"That would be much easier." Marquis Dawson's expression revived, "You can continue to implement the agreement on the replacement of the territory. As for the Angelet family, if they disagree, they don't have to force it. They can find other nearby families. In short , your Menam family first relocated to the north as a whole.
Then, we will unite again and force the St. Hilde family to agree to the establishment of a dwarf nation on the condition of peace talks.
If it doesn't work, we can still ask Emperor Reinhard for help. Didn't His Majesty give you a promise back then? "
The Marquis of Menam pondered for a long time, and finally made up his mind: "Okay, let's test the attitude of the St. Hilde family first."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to beckon a young dwarf next to him: "Anka, go to Winter City and see what's going on there now."
"Yes, father."
…
Huayu City.
The sky above the Phoenix Butterfly Fort was suddenly turbulent, and immediately, a huge blue eye suddenly appeared in the clouds.
Huo Ran opened it.
Time seemed to freeze for a second, and then returned to normal again.
Everyone in Phoenix Butterfly Castle raised their heads blankly, but they couldn't see anything unusual, as if the palpitating coercion that flashed just now was just an illusion.
"Father! That was just now..."
Earl Morrison ran into the room sweating profusely, his words filled with unconcealable panic.
Knight Franco was sitting in a wheelchair at this time, quietly looking at the sea of tulip flowers outside the window, dazed.
Seeing that Franco did not respond, Earl Morrison whispered again: "Father?"
After a long time, Franco said: "Don't ask too much about things that you can't understand, let alone grasp."
Earl Morrison could only nod, suppressing the doubts in his heart.
Franco stopped talking, and looked in the direction of the clock tower with deep eyes.
The ancient big clock on the top of the bell tower, which has experienced a hundred years of wind and rain, stopped turning at some point.
…
In the cave below the bell tower.
A figure in a red mage robe was standing by the pool of blood.
He is quite large in size, but he has a severe hunchback, his hands and feet are also unusually thick, his face is rough, his cheekbones are high, his mouth is crooked, his eyes are big and small, and he looks very ugly.
However, this deformed red-robed mage exuded a palpitating terrifying power at this moment.
A low, dreamlike whisper continued to spread from the mouth of the red-robed mage.
The sound seemed to be getting louder and louder, shaking the entire underground cave.
Circles of ripples spread out in the center of the blood pool, stirring constantly with the gestures of the red-robed mage.
The fine ripples gradually became violent, and finally, there were waves of blood.
In the spider web above the blood pool, the living people in the "cocoons" seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly struggled frantically.
boom!
Waves of blood surged up, engulfing the spider web.
When the blood pool returned to calm again, the "cocoons" were all empty, and the living people inside completely disappeared.
The red-robed mage stopped casting spells and stared fixedly at the center of the blood pool, as if waiting for something to appear from there.
After an unknown amount of time, a figure slowly emerged from the pool of blood.
When the viscous blood slowly slid down, he could finally see the face of this figure clearly—
It is the Duke of St. Hilde!
The Duke of St. Hilde, who had been petrified, unexpectedly recovered from the petrified state at this time.
Then, he opened his eyes.
For a moment, there seemed to be a flash of thunder in the cave, and it was like a round of red sun falling into it. The red-robed mage seemed unable to bear the light and had to close his eyes.
"Hahaha! We succeeded, we succeeded! Hahaha..."
The red-robed sorcerer laughed, very emotional, even a little crazy.
An incomprehensible roar came from his mouth, and he waved his hands and feet wildly, venting the joy in his heart.
After a while, the light faded away.
The red-robed mage also gradually recovered from his madness. He opened his eyes again, and showed an ugly smile to the revived "Duke St. Hilde" in front of him:
"Sir, we succeeded!"
"Duke St. Hilde" also showed a smile, and said, "Horus, we succeeded."
His smile is a bit weird, it seems that he can't control the muscles of his face perfectly, and his articulation is not very clear.
However, this scene makes people feel creepy.
Mr. Xie, who was supposed to be killed by Prince Lehi, came back to life with the dead body of the Duke of St. Hilde!
"How does the body of the paladin feel?" Horus, the red-robed mage, asked eagerly, looking at the body of the Duke of St. Hilde with envy in his eyes.
The Duke of St. Hilde, oh no, it should be Mr. Zhe who stretched his body, turned his back to the sky, took a deep breath, closed his eyes in enjoyment, and said with a satisfied face:
"As expected of the most powerful individual of the human race—the paladin, I can feel the explosive power in my body!
Moreover, this is the feeling of breaking free from the shackles! "
Then, Mr. Ji raised his right hand, red light flashed in his eyes, and he did not see any mantras, and a ball of purple fire rose in his hand.
The purple fire kept jumping, and the boundless coercion filled the underground cave, and even the blood pool became turbulent again.
"Hey! Be careful, don't let this place collapse!" Horus yelled.
Immediately, he pointed to Mr. Yu's body again, and reminded: "Don't destroy this paladin's body that I finally got."
Only then did Mr. Xi retract the spell and looked down.
I saw tiny cracks on my new body, from which golden blood kept oozing out, which looked quite terrifying.
But the scariest thing was the dreadful knife mark on Duke St. Hilde's chest that almost split him in two.
Mr. Xi knew that this was the injury left by Prince Otto, a paladin from the troll empire, to Duke St. Hilde.
After all this tossing, the injury actually became more serious, as if it was about to shatter completely in the next moment.
Mr. Ji smiled lightly, not too panicked: "It seems that the first thing we need to do is to repair this body."
Horus rubbed his chin, frowned and said: "This is really troublesome, it requires a lot of precious materials, and it is estimated that it will take two or three years."
Mr. Ji was not in a hurry, and said with a smile, "Then take your time."
"Take your time?" Horus asked in surprise, "After two or three years, the northern border will not know what will happen. Your Santheon family has been planning for so long, and you just gave up?"
Mr. Ji chuckled, shook his head and said, "When I sacrificed the entire Eagle Falling City, I was already doomed to miss the Duke of the North.
It is impossible for the northerners to accept a demon, a madman as their ruler. "
Horus seemed to understand something, and said, "It turns out that this plan to resurrect the dead is not your last retreat at all, but the real purpose you planned from the beginning!"
Mr. Ji nodded: "That's right. From the very beginning, I didn't expect to use this method to seize the northern territory. The Santheon family has been in exile for more than three hundred years. Without its own direct army and vassal knights, it is impossible to sit firmly in the north." The seat of the lord of the realm.
Therefore, my real purpose has always been the body of this paladin!
Only by occupying this body can I break through the limitations of the sanctuary! "
Horus' face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you not afraid of problems with the forbidden spell you have researched? I admit that the 'Eye of Judgment' and 'Last Judgment', these two interrelated forbidden spells are indeed like geniuses. idea!
However, after all, they are new forbidden spells that have just been researched, and if something goes wrong, wouldn't you just... "
However, Mr. Ji looked indifferent, and said quietly: "If I don't dare to take such a risk, what else can I use to resist the false god?"
Horus was silent.
Seeing this, Mr. Ji opened his mouth again and said, "Are you scared?"
Horus raised his eyebrows, and said with a loud smile, "What am I afraid of? You dare to try such a life-threatening forbidden spell yourself, of course I won't back down!"
"Okay!" Mr. Ji nodded in satisfaction, his eyes were deep, "It's time to smash the shackles that have been wrapped around us mages for thousands of years!"
Horus's ugly face glowed red with excitement, and when he was about to howl for this exciting and grand goal, Mr. Ji suddenly took out a spherical object and threw it over, saying:
"You go to Yulong City and give this to Emperor Reinhardt."
"What is this?" Horus looked at the eyeball in his hand and asked suspiciously.
"This is a gift from me to my allies." Mr. Xi smiled meaningfully,
"It's also the first step in our resistance plan!"
(End of the third volume)
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