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The high priest slowly walked out of the hall, Cameron lowered his head and followed closely behind him. ([] )
The whole journey was silent.
In front of the small courtyard, the high priest suddenly stopped, looked up at the blue sky, and said quietly: "Cameron, my apprentice."
"Yes, teacher." Cameron responded hurriedly.
The high priest said slowly: "This matter... you did it wrong."
"Teacher." Cameron was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt nervous.
He hurriedly explained, "I..."
The high priest raised his hand to stop him from speaking, and said softly: "Too impatient, Cameron, you are too impatient."
Cameron took a deep breath, calmed down the tension on his head, and then said in a deep voice: "Teacher, your ambitions are lofty, and what you are planning is my eternal life.
We are about to win, and we must not let those selfish and short-sighted nobles stop us."
The high priest shook his head and said: "Cameron, you are wrong. However, you are also right."
He turned around, looked into the eyes of his most beloved disciple, and said: "We are immortals and have infinite life.
Therefore, we can go slower and more steadily.
For the survival of our immortal magic, I can wait a thousand years, but what does it matter if I wait another three to five years?
Cameron…”
Lich Cameron's eyes flickered for a few times, and finally he slowly lowered his head and said respectfully: "Yes."
"You have been in the world for too long and let human thinking affect you." The high priest knew that he was unwilling, but he did not care. Instead, he continued to say calmly: "This is my fault, I should not let you do it.
These things.”
Cameron shook his head hurriedly and said: "No, this is of my own free will."
The high priest turned to look at him and said: "I accepted you as my apprentice because you have the talent for immortality, not because you understand politics...
The sinister nature of the human heart is more terrifying than the most evil dark spell."
Having said this, he paused and looked into the distance, as if thinking of something far away.
After a while, he finally came to his senses, then smiled slightly, shook his head, and continued: "We have endless life, we can afford to wait, this is our greatest advantage.
Even if this expedition fails again, what does it matter?
We can save another thousand years~!"
Lich Cameron looked at the high priest in surprise. He didn't expect that the high priest didn't seem to care much about the upcoming war.
The high priest said: "For us immortals, the greatest weapon is not a peerless forbidden spell, nor is it the ultimate magic spell, but... time~!
Time is the most powerful force in the universe.
The seas are changing, the stars are changing.
No matter what it is, everything is extremely small in the face of time.
Although we claim to have eternal life, in the face of time, we are not immortal."
"The immortal does not die forever." Cameron couldn't help but shuddered.
As the successor of the high priest, he has also been studying the issue of eternal life. Faintly, he had doubts about his own 'eternal life', but out of inner fear, he did not dare to think about it further.
Hearing the introduction from the high priest at this time confirmed what he was thinking. Instead of being unhappy, he was even more frightened - the fear of death.
The high priest realized that he seemed to have frightened him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he had successfully played a prank on a child.
"But..." He changed his tone and continued: "But... just like eternal time compared to us undead, compared to ordinary mortals, we are eternal existences.
Therefore, there is no need to worry about competing with them. Time is on our side.
If you fail, gather strength and try again. If you fail again, gather strength again and try again. It's no big deal.
but……
But if we can succeed once, necromancy will rule the world.
I don’t care whether this process takes one thousand years, two thousand years, or three thousand years. My goal is only final victory. And we will definitely win in the end~!"
Cameron suddenly realized that their lichs have unlimited lives, so what if they are defeated repeatedly?
As long as you can survive, you can get up again and fight again...
If you persevere, you will succeed one day.
And their enemies only have a ridiculously short life span of a few decades. No matter how amazing and talented they are, they cannot stop the magic of time in the end.
Were the Three Saints from a thousand years ago powerful?
Very powerful, as powerful as a 13-year-old.
When the three of them join forces, even the High Priest of the Undead will retreat.
In the end, they won the war and drove the undead out of the human continent.
But what is the result?
A thousand years later, all those great and powerful men turned into dust, but the shadow of the high priest still shrouded the sky of the human continent.
Their descendants are all trembling with fear, waiting for the second war started by the same person.
From this point of view, in the face of the endless lifespan of the lich, all human victories are only temporary.
In the current Holy Light Continent, there is no one who can compare with the Three Saints.
Once the war resumes, who can stop our powerful undead army? Who can stop the high priest of the undead?
He seemed to see a dense army of undead, covering the earth and covering the entire sky. Turning the day into darkness. Human cities collapsed one by one and turned into a sea of blazing fire...
For a moment, Cameron's chest, which had been cold for a long time, seemed to be filled with warm blood.
He couldn't help but whispered: "Long live my clan~!"
When the High Priest of the Undead saw that he had only given some brief instructions, Cameron understood immediately. He looked at him with admiration and said, "Long live our clan~!"
Then he continued: "So, my dear disciple, don't look at problems from the perspective of human beings' short life and limited perspective.
Don't be blinded by the flattery of those mortals, and don't be confused by their politics.
We are a race of eternal life, so we should focus on a hundred years, a thousand years..."
Cameron bowed to the ground in surrender and said: "Yes, teacher, I understand."
The high priest nodded and said: "I can understand your mood. However, be sure not to act too hastily. When dealing with the Semitic nobles, you must be loose and tight.
We cannot let them do whatever they want, nor can we force them to rebound.
We immortals have never been qualified politicians or soldiers.
It is impossible to personally become a city lord, a governor, or an admiral to lead an army in battle.
Compared with pursuing the ultimate secret of magic, worldly power is only an obstacle.
When we rule the Semitic people and the world, we must ultimately rely on their mortals."
After some advice from the high priest, Cameron was enlightened.
Originally, he had been worried about the destruction of Lorraine by the high priest, and turned a blind eye to the nobles' inactivity and sabotage.
Unexpectedly, it turns out that all this is under the control of the high priest.
However, there is still a trace of doubt hidden deep in Cameron's heart: although he is full of confidence in the future war.
However, this time their enemies have also changed. They are no longer just elemental mages and priests of the Holy Art of Light.
In the human continent, a force has suddenly emerged and grown rapidly. It is changing the world of spellcasters that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
That is the alchemy of the human race~!
It was originally just a small branch of magic, an insignificant blade of grass in the magical world.
In the past, whenever anyone mentioned someone who was an alchemist, everyone would be extremely disdainful and look down at them condescendingly at a sixty-degree angle.
But no one thought that it would explode with such powerful power.
In just a few years, it expanded to a considerable scale.
Many low-level mages with limited talents and who should have been doing nothing all their lives have turned to heretical practices such as alchemy... Bah, bah, bah, these are crooked ways.
Those dogs don't do their job all day long and develop some weird things.
If that were all, it would be fine. However, some of the crystallizations of alchemy are very effective.
This made these orthodox magicians, who had been immersed in studying and practicing diligently all day long, so angry that they were about to vomit blood.
Especially artillery, which is the most outstanding representative of alchemy.
The power of each blow is equivalent to a full blow from an intermediate mage.
And you can change the attack method at will. Some are specially used to attack cities. There are also some specially used to kill people. They are said to be very powerful.
What's more important is that the artillery only needs ammunition to fire non-stop, but no matter how powerful the mage is, he has to rest when his magic power is used up, and he will be unable to move for several days.
What makes all the spellcasters even more depressed is that artillery can be produced infinitely. It is not impossible to produce tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.
But there are only so many dark mages at the intermediate level and above, and including lichs, there are only about 20,000 people.
Compared with artillery, mages have very obvious shortcomings in war.
In Cameron's view, how could human mages allow someone to create such an evil weapon and challenge the mages' absolute dominance of power?
It's simply an act of suicide.
This is absolutely not allowed in the Semitic continent.
From this point of view, it can be seen that the human elemental mages have become lazy and degenerate.
But Cameron could only keep this question in his mind for the time being.
Cameron knew that the high priest would answer their questions only if he thoroughly researched the problem and put forward his own ideas.
The high priest waved his hand and said: "You can go back and let the two factions fight on their own. All you need to do is tap the unbalanced scale at the right time."
Cameron understood the course of action in the future, and suddenly felt much more relaxed, and said: "Yes, thank you teacher."
The high priest said "Yeah" and walked straight back to his hut.
It wasn't until the high priest disappeared behind the dark door that Cameron straightened up and turned around to leave.
When the high priest walked into the room, there was already a person sitting at the simple table. Like the lich, he was wrapped in a black robe and looked mysterious.
The high priest seemed to have known about his arrival. He nodded slightly and said, "Hello, Mr. Hadou."
Hadou, who was wrapped in a black robe, raised his head, revealing a gray and skinny face, and smiled: "Human beings have been living for a long time, and they always unconsciously want to sit down when they see a chair. It seems that it will take a while for me to do so.
Get used to this body."
The high priest smiled slightly and said: "It always takes a while to transition. Sir, you have done a very good job."
Hadu raised his hand, looked at his palm, which was as thin as a bird's claw, and said: "It is obviously lifeless, but it can be the same as usual. The necromancy spell is indeed exquisite."
The high priest said leisurely: "In fact, necromancy comes from people's pursuit of eternal life.
Sir, you came to me today not to discuss magic, right?"
Hadu shook his head and said: "I just heard the news that the nails we buried in humans encountered some trouble."
The high priest finally showed a moved expression and said, "What's going on?"
Hadu spread his hands and said: "It seems that he went to fight with Lorraine, but was deceived by Lorraine."
"It's Lorraine again~!" The high priest frowned and said, "He seems to be everywhere. Didn't you say that Lorraine has been successfully expelled?
How could we be defeated by him again?"
Hadou chuckled and said: "Lorraine set up a trap in his own territory, but they jumped in with self-righteousness."
The high priest snorted angrily and said: "Greedy humans."
Hadu sighed and said: "It seems that our nails can't hold back anymore and are about to be launched in advance."
The high priest was suddenly stunned for a moment, his face changed slightly, and he said: "Stop him, this idiot will disrupt our entire plan."
Hadu shook his head and said: "According to the time when the news came, I'm afraid it's too late... The sun is shining brightly and the sky is clear.
The sun is mercilessly scorching the earth. The temperature has risen to the extreme.
The stone slabs were so hot in the sun that they would be evaporated as soon as a drop of water fell on them.
Except for the noisy cicadas, everything seemed weak. Such a hot noon was not suitable for people to go out and do activities.
But there are exceptions.
A long motorcade stopped on the roadside, forming a defensive circle.
There was a circle of fully armed warriors surrounding the convoy, holding swords and looking cautiously at the opposite side.
Opposite them, only a dozen steps away, a large group of people surrounded the three levels inside and outside the motorcade.
Most of the people surrounding the convoy were civilians, but there were also some warriors with swords among them, walking among the crowd, watching the convoy in the center of the circle closely with one eye.
The windows of a beautiful luxury RV were closed, and thick curtains blocked the windows. It was extremely unusual for this season.
At this time of year, people are tempted to throw away their carriages and introduce flowing wind to cool them down. Closing the doors and windows will only make the interior of the carriage as hot as a steamer.
Probably only unmanned cars do this.
But the curtain behind the window suddenly moved, opened a small gap, and one eye peered out through the gap. Then he cursed fiercely and said: "Asshole~!"
In his sight, a large group of people surrounded him, some holding signs, some waving their arms, shouting at him with angry expressions.
The crowd was standing under the scorching sun, not caring about the hot weather, and surrounded the convoy, gnashing their teeth, as if they wanted to rush in at any time.
The warriors guarding the convoy stood in front, with their swords drawn out, and stared at them eagerly.
Although there is a distance and a layer of glass, noisy shouts can still be heard in the carriage. All the voices are shouting in unison, "Pay back the money~!"
"De Rossi, pay back the money~!"
"If you don't pay back the money, use Xi'er to pay off the debt." (It sounds like a very strange voice... It is Mr. De Rossi who is hiding behind the curtain.
The heat inside the carriage was unbearable. Just staying inside made sweat pour out like spring water.
The always dashing Mr. De Rossi could only be naked, with big drops of sweat dripping on the ground.
Not to mention enjoying the shade in this place, he couldn't even get out of the car.
It was already very disturbing to be cornered and pressed for debt, but the suffocating air made Mr. De Rossi's mood even worse. He was so manic that he wanted to catch someone and give him a good beating.
Before he left Maple Leaf Danlin, I heard that he had lost a lot of money in the stock market, and debt collectors had already caught up with Maple Leaf Danlin.
Although he is the only son of a duke, it is only natural that he should repay his debts.
What's more, the creditors from whom De Rossi borrowed money were not cheap. Most of them were nobles from the Kingdom of Leiria, wealthy businessmen, large landowners, and even nobles from some neighboring countries.
In order to raise a large amount of cash in a short period of time so that he could invest in the stock market to make money, Mr. De Rossi promised extremely high interest rates when borrowing money.
After hearing that he had paid all the money, the creditors who had been waiting to collect the money at home could not sit still.
They were also greedy for high profits and almost threw their property and life into it. When they heard that they didn't get a penny in compensation, they were all anxious and anxious to get angry.
There were also a few elderly people with high blood lipids who were smoked at that time. Fortunately, they were not angry to death, and they also became hemiplegic.
The originally peaceful Kingdom of Leiria suddenly experienced a turmoil like an earthquake and a tsunami.
The first thing the creditors thought of was to ask Duke De Rossi to repay the money. Duke De Rossi immediately went blind and ran away with his lover, without knowing where he ended up.
This money may still include part of the treasury taxes. Mr. De Rossi also knew that the matter was of great importance, so he hurriedly returned from Maple Leaf Danlin to stabilize the situation and think about countermeasures.
But before he entered the Kingdom of Leiria, he was surrounded by creditors who had been waiting for a long time.
For this reason, Mr. De Rossi deliberately did not take the sea route, but took a detour by land.
Unexpectedly, his plan had no effect at all, and he was caught red-handed as soon as he arrived in a neighboring country.
A few people walked out of the crowd surrounding the motorcade, cautiously came to the middle, and said loudly: "Mr. De Rossi, we know you are in there. We all have a good relationship on weekdays. Please come out and say something."
Mr. De Rossi hesitated for a moment. Looking at Andre's panicked expression and the frightened and pale face of Marquis Gall, he could only sigh helplessly and said, "I'll go down and take a look."
Marquis Gore grabbed Mr. De Rossi tightly and said: "No, how can we give them money? Judging from their appearance, they will probably take action directly."
De Rossi was filled with hatred and said: "If we don't go, they will really take action."
The warriors in the crowd on the opposite side have already come out and gathered together to prepare for the attack.
"I'll go down and drag them for a while. Let's wait until it gets dark before we talk." Mr. De Rossi explained, put on some clothes and got out of the carriage.
Seeing that the long-awaited Mr. De Rossi was finally willing to show up, the creditors surrounding him breathed a sigh of relief.
Several negotiators bowed to De Rossi and greeted with a flattering smile: "Hello, Mr. Sir."
"Hello... De Rossi hummed flatly, pretending not to know and said: "Schwartz, what do you mean by surrounding me here?"
Schwartz, the creditor, smiled with a smile on his face, but cursed with hatred in his heart, and said to himself: You son of a bitch doesn't know what you mean, but it doesn't matter, it's the uncle who owes you money now. As long as I can get my capital back, I will take the responsibility for my grandson.
Then he said: "Master, we don't have any other intentions. We just want to settle the debt between us."
"I……"
Mr. De Rossi was about to speak when suddenly several young people, both men and women, dressed fashionably appeared next to him.
They walked smoothly through the crowd and came directly to De Rossi and Schwartz.
While De Rossi was looking at them with doubtful eyes, one of the young women said: "Hello, gentlemen, we are reporters from the "Nai'an Economic Observer" magazine. I heard there is news here, can we interview you?
one time?"
"We are reporters from the financial department of Red Maple Leaf." Another man said loudly.
"I'm a reporter for the local Standard-Bearer newspaper."
Mr. De Rossi was shocked suddenly and was so angry that he gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart: Lorraine, you are so cruel~!
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