Chapter 1174 Loyalty and Rebellion (6,000 words, ask for a monthly ticket)
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In the early morning, tiny flakes of snow began to float scatteredly in the gloomy sky. Those flakes fell silently to the ground, and then turned into water droplets in an instant, dampening the dry and cracked ground.
By noon, a thin layer of snow had already covered the walls and corners.
There was a leaden and solemn atmosphere between heaven and earth.
Although it was daytime, the whole city was still silent. There were only a few pedestrians walking on the street, and each one wrapped himself like a rice dumpling, breathing hot air from his mouth as he hurried past.
Immediately, a crisp sound of horse hooves broke the calmness of the street. Then, an old horse was seen trotting around the corner of the street.
It pulled a simple taxi and drove all the way through the streets.
The owner of the carriage obviously took great care of the carriage. Many parts of the carriage were nailed with patch-like wooden boards to prevent the biting cold wind from blowing into the carriage.
The taxi turned through several alleys and finally walked onto a flat and quiet avenue.
The flow of people on this road is obviously more sparse. On both sides of the wide and endless road, there are only a few black spots. If you get closer, you will find that they are actually soldiers from the city guard on patrol. If not,
They couldn't see a single person on this road at all.
On both sides of the road are villas or deep residences. It can be seen at a glance that this is a high-end residential area in the imperial city of Arkadelin.
Most of the people who can live here are senior officials in the imperial city government.
You must know that every inch of land in the inner ring of the Imperial City is at a premium. The price of one square meter of land is equal to the entire annual income of the people in Xiacheng District.
Even if they live without eating or drinking for a thousand years, they still can't afford a toilet here. Even if they win a rare jackpot, they can only buy a single room in a servant's room.
From this we can know how wealthy the people living here are.
The carriage drove forward for a short distance, and then the driver reined in the horse and stopped in front of a mansion with the gate number sixty-two.
The coachman looked around and looked at the luxurious house opposite with great envy. Then he patted the roof of the carriage with his almost frozen hands and said respectfully: "Sir, we are here."
The car door opened with a creak.
Immediately, a handsome young man appeared at the door. He held a box in his arms, jumped down nimbly, exhaled a white breath from his mouth, and looked at the surrounding streets.
Not far from here, there was a completely black carriage parked. The driver was no longer in his position, and the door was closed, and there was no way to tell. It was just like the carriage parked at the door waiting for someone.
The young man was extremely keenly aware that when he got out of the car, the curtains on the black carriage opened very thinly. Someone was obviously hiding behind the window, looking at him carefully.
Instead of being angry, the young man snorted disdainfully, took out a silver coin, threw it to the coachman, waved his hand and said, "No need to look for it."
A surprise smile appeared on the old coachman's withered face. He took off his hat respectfully, bent down to the young man, and said repeatedly: "Thank you for your generosity. May the gods bless you. May the Great Demon God bless you."
Dear Sir..."
The driver drove the carriage away from the street. The young man glanced at both sides of the road, then stretched out his middle finger towards the black carriage behind him and made a disgusted sound.
Although this provocative action is extremely simple, it is full of danger. You must know that this is an aristocratic community, full of idle, arrogant, self-esteem and extremely sensitive and passionate young people.
Those idiots can draw their swords just to give a girl a flower, or they can fight because they look at them wrongly.
However, despite the young man's provocation, the black carriage behind him made no movement.
The young man could not help but feel even more contemptuous. Then he walked to the door and knocked gently on the door. A noble servant in livery opened the door.
"Please let me know that Viscount Morgan is here to visit." The young man announced his home address.
The servant opened the door, bowed and said, "Viscount Morgan, is that so?"
The master has given orders, just go in, my lord."
When the young man walked into the gate, the servant also looked at the black carriage on the opposite side warily, cursed secretly, and closed the gate heavily.
A cobblestone path leads directly to the main building in the courtyard, lined with evergreen green plants. In the center of the courtyard is a two-story marble fountain with a life-size statue erected in the center.
Those who can own such a courtyard in Arkadelin are not ordinary rich people.
In fact, this is the residence of a commander of the Praetorian Guard.
Morgan stepped up the steps and pushed open the door. A wave of hot air with a fragrant scent hit his face, blowing away all the coldness on his body in an instant. He felt much warmer all of a sudden.
At the same time, the sound of light music and the laughter of men and women also came to my ears.
Morgan took a deep breath and looked intently.
At this time, the hall was already full of people, including men, women, old and young.
They were all dressed luxuriously, with graceful demeanor, their diamond and gold jewelry sparkling on their bodies, holding wine glasses in their hands, and gathered together to talk and laugh easily.
These people are all nobles and celebrities in the city of Akadelin.
At this time, a servant came forward and took off his coat.
Morgan smiled slightly and walked in.
As soon as he appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of the people around him.
Several young men and women smiled and said hello to him.
Morgan just nodded to them, then walked straight through the crowd, walked up to the hostess of today's party, gave the box in his hand to this beautiful young woman in her thirties, and said: "Happy birthday, Mrs. Melo.
Although I once thought about giving you a diamond or a piece of jewelry, when I was choosing, I found that no matter how brilliant those jewelry were, they would only pale in comparison to your beauty.
So I had to steal a bottle of wine from my dad's desk.
Please accept it."
After hearing his praise, Mrs. Melo gently held the feather fan in front of her face. She chuckled gracefully and said coquettishly: "Morgan, your little mouth is so sweet. I don't know how many innocent girls you have to deceive.
Fangxin..."
Just when she said this, when she saw the trademark of the wine, she couldn't help but said "Eh" in surprise. "This is... this is Bordeaux wine. Bordeaux wine produced by the Human Race Eagle Company."
Morgan said: "Yes, madam. It is still genuine smuggled goods. It is definitely not the kind of inferior wine that is imported in official barrels, then mixed with water and vinegar, and then packaged.
And look at this golden flying eagle symbol, a royal tribute.
It is said that this formula also contains a youth potion carefully prepared by a magician, which can make women's beauty rejuvenate.
Only its sweetness and mellowness can match your beauty. So, please accept it."
Mrs. Melo was so happy that her bright eyes, which had been praised by poets, narrowed into crescent moons, and she said with a smile: "Thank you, dear Morgan.
However, I believe that your father will be so angry that his nose will be crooked. Melo and the others are drinking on the second floor, so you can go."
Morgan nodded, took a step back, then saluted gracefully, and then turned around and walked up to the second floor.
He walked through the corridor on the second floor with ease, and then knocked on the door of a reception room.
The person who opened the door was a general in his thirties, with a medium build and a fair complexion. He looked gentle and gentle. This man was General Merlot, the commander of one of the divisions of the Praetorian Guard.
There were several people sitting at the round table in the room, including Joseph, Harrison and others he was familiar with, as well as a few unfamiliar faces he had never seen before.
There were several bottles of red wine and poker chips piled up on the table in an extremely messy manner. It looked like they were playing cards. There were no windows open, and someone was smoking cigarettes imported from Feiying. The room was filled with smoke and the air was extremely dirty.
Melo patted Morgan on the shoulder and pushed him into the room. He said, "I'm waiting for you, kid."
Morgan said hello to Joseph, pulled up a chair and sat at the table, and said casually: "There seems to be a black dog outside blocking the door?"
Melo walked to the window, opened the curtains and took a look outside. He said: "These damn spies really have dog noses. As long as there is a party, they will definitely come."
During the last meeting, the old black dog of Hyperman actually said with a shy face that this was to protect everyone's safety.
Damn it, this is simply an insult to people's intelligence.
I really want to slap him one day~!"
Joseph said angrily: "Let them monitor us like this? No one will care? When did we become a spy country?"
Someone next to him sneered and said, "It's always been okay. All departments are cutting their budgets, but the budget of the damn Intelligence Department has skyrocketed."
Morgan sighed and introduced softly: "This is exactly what Cameron ordered. Hyperman has been wearing the same pants with him since the coup."
Joseph frowned and said: "Cameron, Cameron, the chief disciple of the high priest?
That damn turtle grandson~!”
Melo sighed tiredly and said: "Forget it, it's just a little troublesome. If they want to see it, let them see it. Let's just be careful.
I'm taking an opportunity today by celebrating my wife's birthday. The purpose of asking everyone to come is very simple, but the situation is not optimistic."
Everyone sitting here sighed helplessly at the same time. This is completely correct nonsense. If you were optimistic, would you still be sitting here?
I've already gone out to pick up girls.
Melo said with a serious expression: "The new bullshit chief who was appointed three days ago dismissed two ministers and sixteen officials from the Planning Department and the Personnel Department on the pretext of spitting.
Now the leaders of all departments within the entire Ministry of Military Affairs have been replaced by a group of civilian officials who came to power in a coup.
All seven of our royal families were wiped out.
There is no way to fight without blood~!
Have any of you ever heard a more ridiculous excuse for spitting?"
Morgan gave a wry smile and said: "The senior officers and generals are very opposed to this, but the middle-level and lower-level officers want to jump up and cheer. They can finally get through it.
Those guys are ambitious and extremely short-sighted.
They talk about the country and the nation all day long, but in fact they only think about getting promoted and making a fortune, and don't think about the future at all.
They will listen to whoever gives them promotions and money.
A bunch of bitches who have breasts are mothers~!
Grandma’s…”
In anger, he wanted to continue to curse, but he didn't know what he thought of, and then his anger turned into a long sigh: "Alas...
Now the polarization within the army is serious, and a war is imminent, how can we fight this war?"
Mero shook his head and said: "The military orders are unclear, the generals are unstable, and the enemy's situation is unknown. We...we have no chance of winning."
Harrison said: "The situation is so serious. Is there no one to take care of it? The high priest has always been very wise."
"This is what the high priest means." Mero said coldly.
Everyone was silent for a moment. Although they all knew it clearly deep in their hearts, many people were still willing to hold on to the last trace of fantasy before it was revealed.
Mero said in a low voice: "Hawkes, the commander of the Guards, asked to see the high priest and ask him to come forward to stabilize the situation. But the high priest said nothing about the coup of those villains. He said it was a government matter and it was inconvenient for him to intervene.
Terrible government affairs~!"
Morgan said with a solemn expression: "We have found out that the coup was all caused by Cameron. Even if it was not requested by the high priest, he was happy to see it.
Because all it took was one word from him to stop the entire coup, but during those bloody days, the high priest remained silent."
Mero glanced at the young man next to him and said: "The situation is already very clear. The high priest intends to squeeze our royal family out of the entire Semitic tribe and replace us with a group of more obedient fools.
Our Lingshan royal family and our Semitic race have reached a critical moment of life and death. We will not be buried with him and the dark mage's ambitions.
We need to kill him~!"
If these words were spoken to an ordinary Semitic person, the effect would be earth-shattering. However, the faces of the people around the table were all calm. They already knew their mission.
Joseph shook his head and said: "It's impossible. He is a person close to God. No one can kill him."
Melo suddenly smiled confidently and said firmly: "That's not necessarily true. There are still people in this world who can kill him."
"Who is it?" Several people asked anxiously in shock: "Who is so powerful?"
The High Priest of the Undead has lived for more than two thousand years. During his long experience, countless people have tried to kill him, but so far no one has succeeded.
Among these people there were many peerless masters or powerful magisters, and without exception they all died at the hands of the high priest.
The only exception was Lorraine, who had just made a big fuss among the Semitic people the year before.
Morgan's eyes lit up and he blurted out: "The Holy See of Light~!"
Melo patted Morgan on the shoulder with admiration and said: "You are still smart. Yes, it is the Holy See of Light."
"Impossible~!" Joseph and the others retorted in unison.
Melo looked confident and said: "How is it impossible? When he went to hunt down that Lorraine, he was attacked from behind by the Holy See and injured. It took him three months to recover. Although this matter was kept secret, the Witch
The monsters all know it."
Morgan added: "That Lorraine is the Holy Knight of the Holy See, and the most powerful Holy Knight of Divine Blessing."
Mero smiled and said, "Think about it, if a group of priests from the Holy See surrounded the high priest, in the end..."
"Ka" Merlot broke a pen, and the pen holder was still on the table after being broken into two pieces.
Everyone stared at the broken pen holder in trance, pondering the feasibility of this plan in their minds.
As the world knows, the holy magic of the Holy See of Light has a restraining effect on dark magic and necromancy, and the two sides are sworn enemies.
No matter how powerful the High Priest of the Undead is, he is still a dark mage, and his natural resistance to holy magic is weak.
If the Holy See gathers enough manpower, it can purify the high priest.
Everyone suddenly realized that this seemingly absurd plan was actually the most feasible.
Morgan scratched his head in confusion and said: "But how are we going to contact the Holy See of Light? They are our enemies."
Mero stood up, opened the door next to him, and asked an old man in his sixties or seventies to come out.
He is tall, has broad shoulders, a lion's nose and a wide mouth, and has long silver-white hair. He looks extremely majestic.
His eyes are not cloudy like those of the elderly at all. Instead, they are bright and full of energy, with a compelling aura in his eyes.
At a glance, it was clear that he was a big man with rich experience. This kind of temperament was something that young people like them had only seen in veterans who had experienced many battles.
However, they can be sure that there is no such good person among Lingshan's veterans.
Moreover, this old man's skin is dark and rough, his hands are wide, and there is a thick layer of calluses, which shows that he is a person who is accustomed to endure hardships.
It can be seen from Mello's respectful attitude towards him that this old man has a very high status.
Melo helped the old man, but he pushed him away. The old man walked to the table with big steps and looked at the young people at the table one by one.
Morgan felt that his gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing his heart through his eyes, and he lowered his head with guilt.
Not only him, but everyone could not look at him for more than three seconds. The old man seemed to be able to see through people.
The old man snorted in dissatisfaction and said in a hoarse and rough voice: "Young people nowadays are getting more and more frustrated."
Several young people wanted to refute, but still did not dare to look at him.
Melo smiled humbly and said: "It cannot be compared with your time."
Then he said: "Comrades in the black band, this is Acatrithios."
Morgan was stunned for a few seconds and thought to himself: This name seems familiar...
Suddenly a flash of lightning flashed through his mind. Morgan pushed the table and jumped up suddenly, even knocking down the chair, and screamed: "It's you~!"
Akaterimius glanced at him condescendingly and said: "It seems that there are still people who have not forgotten me."
"Who is he?" Others were confused and looked at Morgan and asked.
"Yeah, who is he?"
"..."
Morgan swallowed his saliva nervously, his voice trembling slightly, and said: "The most wanted criminal in the empire, rebel, leader of the rebel army, and former division commander of the Royal Guards, Acatrimius."
"Fuck~!" Joseph and the others exclaimed in unison, then jumped up from their chairs and looked at the old man in front of them as if they were aliens.
This old man is a legend of Lingshan. He is heroic, resourceful, and has outstanding achievements. He was originally going to be promoted to the admiral of the Imperial Guard and had a bright future. However, he suddenly rebelled during a battle to put down the rebellion and surrendered to the rebel army.
One side. It was beyond everyone’s expectations.
What's even more amazing is that he also raised a banner and vowed to eliminate the undead high priest and dark mage.
After that, Lingshan organized no fewer than ten crusade armies to eliminate the traitor, but he escaped all of them. He turned back and defeated several crusade armies. Then he established his own base in a remote mountainous area.
Although the base area was extremely weak, it survived tenaciously.
Lingshan officially put a reward of one million on his head, but unfortunately, it has never been possible in thirty years.
Now his name is a taboo topic in Lingshan, and many people have even forgotten that there is such a most wanted criminal.
Akateris glanced at them and said calmly: "We are all for the future of Ling Shan, but my methods are different from yours.
The High Priest of the Undead and the Dark Mage are the vampires that have possessed our souls. If they are not removed, our souls will not be able to recover for a day.
So when Melo found me, I came over without hesitation."
His words won the approval of the young man. Dark mages are indeed a group of parasites that grow on Ling Shan.
Morgan was sweating nervously and stammered: "It's very dangerous here. There are spies outside."
Akaterimius waved his hands indifferently and said: "Even if I appear in front of them openly, they will not recognize me. Besides, there are many of my people in the Intelligence Department. Don't worry about those little miscellaneous fish."
Mero nodded and said: "Senior Akaterithios has a plan."
"Last year, a group of hard workers in the war fortress factory revolted and later defected to me." Acaterimius sat down slowly, and then said: "Their leader is a man named Battusta.
According to him, it was Lorraine who caused a great commotion among the Semites who broke into the factory and liberated them."
Morgan and the others curled their lips in dissatisfaction. They had no good impressions of the guy who stole Adelin.
Accatrimius saw their expressions in his eyes and sneered, "Don't have any objections, I'm better than you." Tusta knew that those who were working with Lorraine at that time were a group of people who were entrenched in the Caribbean.
Pirates, I believe that through pirates we can contact Lorraine and then the Holy See of Light."
Joseph shook his head and said: "Why bother? The Pink Panther's gang of bad guys are still doing business of smuggling from humans. Isn't it easier to contact them?"
Melo explained: "This was originally my idea, but I later discovered that they have been targeted, but no one dares to provoke them at the moment, and their pipeline has been cut off.
This is our only option at the moment."
Akaterimius said: "Batusta has already set off, and he needs your help now to ensure the smooth operation."
Melo clapped his hands and said: "Harrison, it's up to you now. You are responsible for opening a door for Battusta so that he can successfully connect with the pirates."
Harrison raised his hand to show his understanding and said: "It's a trivial matter. Our navy and pirates have always been in contact."
Mero nodded with satisfaction and said: "As for the connection, the rest is up to us."
Akaterimius added: "At the same time, my people will launch some offensives to buy you a few more months, but overall, we only have less than half a year available."
Mero took a deep breath and said: "Everyone, the future of the Semitic race rests on your shoulders." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, you
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