"I need your blood dragon descendants to swear here to never return to the Kingdom of Knights." Ryan was blinded by the money. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with some difficulty: "Otherwise, this agreement is meaningless."
"Okay." Amber Wallace's face is full of arrogance and confidence. Ryan has rarely seen people with such extreme confidence and arrogance. Amber Wallace is one, and his brother Angron is another.
, Landuin counts as one.
The blood dragon ancestor in front of him has absolute confidence in his own strength, and the confidence in his eyes is enough to support him in making any decision and completing any idea. In short, Amber Wallace and Angron
, like Landuin, they firmly believe that their force can overcome all difficulties and destroy all enemies.
Only those who have gone through many hardships and withstood all the tests imaginable can develop this kind of confidence.
Ryan suddenly felt a little regretful, and he couldn't help but recall the unfinished duel between him and Landuin.
That's right, an unfinished showdown.
In fact, the duel between Ryan and Landuin was not fair. The unfairness was reflected in the fact that Landuin, with a strength close to the demigod at the peak of the Holy Domain, was dueling with Ryan, a Holy Grail knight at the beginning of the Holy Domain. The unfairness was also reflected in the fact that
As a living person, Ryan's physical strength and injuries can be recovered indefinitely, which is determined by his strong recovery power as the original gene.
But Landuin will not be able to recover either his physical strength or his injuries, because he is already a dead man. The magical power of the fairy in the lake can only temporarily revive him, but cannot really turn him back to a living person. This is doomed to Landuin.
The more he fights, the weaker he will become, his injuries will only become more serious, and his physical strength will only become more exhausted.
Therefore, to put it bluntly, Ryan managed to defeat the opponent by exhausting Landuin's physical strength by being able to withstand and fight. If Landuin were alive, it would be hard to know how long it would take to decide the outcome.
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"In that case, let's make a deal." Ryan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Amber Wallace nod, and he said in a low voice: "How are you going to take away your blood descendants? I know that there are more than 100 people in Musilon City.
There are only vampires from the Blood Dragon family. I only promised to spare the blood dragon vampires, but I did not promise to spare all the undead."
"When you defeat Mu Xilong, I will naturally enter the city and take away all my blood descendants." The Blood Dragon Ancestor has absolute confidence in this, and his voice is full of indifference: "You can just attack the city.
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"I understand." Ryan nodded. He looked at the Blood Dragon Ancestor with some caution, as if he was hesitating whether to leave now or call someone to move the wealth away.
"Leave it to me." The disembodied voice of the Green Knight came: "I will work with the Lost Sons to transport these wealth to your castle in Jean."
"Thank you very much! Your Highness the Green Knight." Ryan quickly expressed his gratitude to the Green Knight.
"Go and conquer Mousilon and fulfill Landuin's last wish. This land has been lost for too long and it's time to be redeemed." The Green Knight nodded slowly and signaled to Ryan to prepare for the siege.
"Young knight." Just as Ryan turned to leave, the Blood Dragon Ancestor spoke: "I look forward to a duel with you. There will eventually be a duel between us."
"But not now." Ryan turned around, knowing that Amber Wallace was happy to see Hunting Heart.
This is the blood dragon. Amber Wallace's life creed is perfect control of the art of fighting. For other vampires, they love enjoyment, desire to rule, and learn magic, but for the blood dragon family, these are secondary
Importantly, the only thing the blood dragonborn really care about is fighting. They believe that the purity they pursue will bring them everything. They will become the ultimate warriors and transcend the shackles of vampires, touching the realm of gods.
Just like Amber Wallace who stood on the top of a mountain, raised the red fire dragon with his mortal arms and threw it down the cliff.
"It is not a sharp sword that does not taste blood."
Blood dragon ancestor Aibo-Wallace
"That's right, it won't be now." Amber Wallace's voice was full of excitement: "I have already fought with those golden corn cobs in your territory, which makes me feel very happy. I
I like an opponent worth fighting like this."
"???!!!"
"Go ahead and defeat Musilon. I will naturally appear when the time comes." The Blood Dragon Ancestor said no more. He signaled to Ryan that he could leave: "Except for my heirs, the other undead souls of Musilon are at your disposal.
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"I understand." Ryan couldn't help but glanced at the astonishing wealth in the box again. He smiled self-deprecatingly, and a little understanding flashed in his eyes. He understood why even the emperor would compromise on some issues.
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Because the situation is stronger than people, even the master of mankind will encounter painful choices on many issues. Many times, ideals are just slogans. If they are not grounded, everything is empty talk.
This is what my father-in-law has always taught Ryan. In diplomacy and domestic affairs, you have to insist on some things and learn to compromise on some things.
At this juncture, Ryan needed money too much. Faced with so much money, he had to compromise.
Allowing the Blood Dragon Ancestor to take away his blood descendants is a compromise.
Asking them to swear not to return to the Kingdom of Knights is insistence.
"There are rules of etiquette, and there are rights." Ryan muttered, and his figure disappeared deep into the forest.
"Perhaps you are right." Amber Wallace's face showed some reminiscence: "He changed this kingdom."
"...This kingdom needs new power." The Green Knight's voice was somewhat sad: "Landuin has entrusted everything to Ryan, time will prove everything."
…………I am he who changed the dividing lines of the kingdom…………
Three days later, Musilon was within the siege of the army camp.
Several large iron balls with spikes were placed in front of the dwarf craftsman. The dwarf engineer Dugan Tiehan's face was gray, and his body exuded the strong smell of black gunpowder. Many onlookers suspected that as long as there was a little spark, the dwarf engineer
It will explode immediately.
Opening the cork of the glass bottle and pouring the last bit of black powder into the big iron ball, Dugan Tiehan nodded: "Then, that's almost it."
"Hahahaha~ This is all we have in stock, enough for the damn undead to taste the wrath of the dwarves." Halhaver, the chief engineer of the Angland clan, also said from the side: "This is the magic of the dwarves.
"
"Ah? I heard that the magic of dwarves is not rune magic?" Ryan watched the result from the side.
"No." Belega stroked his long beard, and the King of the Eight Peaks Mountain shook his head: "In history, there was a dwarf magician who appeared. That is already a very old story. When the Eight Peaks Mountain was first built,
At that time, you know, Brother Lane, Eight Peaks was the first fortress of the dwarves, and its history was older than the current Karaz-a-Karak."
"Uh-huh~ Then why did you lose your magic in the end?" The wood elf lord Aralos hated this kind of temporary workshop full of steel and gunpowder, but Alaire's divinely chosen champion did feel about these histories.
curious.
The history of the wood elves is basically passed down by word of mouth. Whenever they are full and full of food and drink, the Eislays will get together to light a bonfire and start telling stories. This is how their history is passed down, but in the long evolution
Among them, the history of the Wood Elves has been deliberately distorted and seriously modified, and all Wood Elves know this in their hearts.
Because even the most ascetic wood elves still have a stand. Those disgraceful and dishonorable pasts will gradually be erased and omitted by the "Spring and Autumn Brushwork", while for those glorious, interesting, and full of
The history of commemorative significance will be constantly exaggerated and expanded, and then many details will be added artificially.
Araros was a victim of this kind of thing. When he met Lilith, he was too excited and ended up telling all the wood elves about it at once. As a result, the story evolved into countless versions. Some say that the goddess was moved by
Some said that the goddess was so moved that she gave Aralos her own clothes to bandage his wounds, and some said that the goddess was so moved that she had sex with him in the wild on the spot.
Alalos was both proud and aggrieved about this kind of thing. On the one hand, he felt proud that the goddess really favored me and that I was locked with the goddess. On the other hand, he was actually with Lilith under the moon.
After wandering for a while, the Moon Goddess of the High Elf told him about her plan for a "new world" and hoped that Araloth could become the Asuryan of the new world.
It's a pity that Araros was still too young, too simple and naive at that time, and did not understand what Lilith was saying.
On the contrary, the dwarves are much more serious about historical records. The dwarves often use their own language to record all the events that their clan has encountered on stone tablets and books, although they are not particularly accurate.
However, most of the history recorded by the dwarves is sincere and trustworthy, especially the Book of Hatred.
"Because the wind of magic is not close to the dwarves." Bellega said in a dull voice: "Even if you reluctantly use magic, the dwarf magician will turn into a stone in a short time."
"This is just like many spellsingers in Athel Loren." Araloth complained: "Some spellsingers even summon Chaos Demons when their spellcasting fails."
"But therefore the ancestors discovered that magic does not have to be through the body, nor does it have to be used to attack the enemy." Belegar nodded, thinking that although the wood elves were very annoying, Alaros was not that difficult to contact.
Well: "So, some people began to try to fix the magical wind on stones and anvils, and here we are..."
"The birth of the rune blacksmith." Ryan understood: "It turns out that this is how the rune blacksmith came to be."
"That's it." Belegar told a piece of history that attracted everyone to listen carefully. He was very proud of himself, thinking that the dwarves' heritage was much stronger than these pointy ears and "makers of inferior goods". I said a little
A bit of ancient knowledge, these people can only listen obediently.
After sealing the big iron ball, Dugan Tiehan said roughly: "Very good, ready, let's get started!"
"Okay! Let's get started!"
Thirty minutes later, the besieging army finally blew the horn for the general attack.
This time, Ryan did not hold back. He ordered the entire army to press forward. Both serf soldiers and knight lords must participate in this attack. All armies must work together to take down Musilon!
The darkness was overwhelming, and the colorful siege army began the general attack. Several heavy siege vehicles reinforced by dwarves advanced under the protection of knights. Dozens of artillery fired continuously, including the Empire heavy cannon, Hellwind rapid-fire cannon, and Hellstorm rocket launcher.
, the dwarf cannon and the organ cannon opened fire at the same time, and the whizzing shells crossed dozens of smoking tracks and hit the city wall, blowing away the defenders on the wall.
"Fire! Fire!" The wood elves and dwarves also joined the battlefield. The dwarf thunder gunners poured out ammunition desperately. The wood elves' forest guards, wild forest rangers and rangers didn't even consider the consumption of arrows. They went at full speed.
shooting.
At this time, the weak link of Mousilon's undead garrison was finally exposed to the besieging army.
That's vampires, they have no range, and the undead can only be beaten passively.
At this moment, the Taras War Eagle Guards led by Woodland Lord Aralos and the Quinaris Champion Knights Brotherhood led by François also joined the battlefield! The air force riding giant eagles and Pegasus charged from the sky
Then it went down, spinning and knocking the undead on the city wall off the city wall in pieces!
"For Orion and Alaire! For Athel Loren!" Araloth rode on the war eagle, pulled the bowstring, and accurately hit the shoulder armor of a tomb guard with an arrow with the power of sparks.
The tomb guard fell down wailing.
"For the lady! For Mousilon!" Ryan also personally joined the battle, waving the hammer of Thor in his hand. The figure of the champion of the Fairy in the Lake was hovering under the sky like walking lightning, and a bolt of lightning struck
The city wall burned dozens of zombies into a pile of debris. The griffon Imperius roared loudly. It spit out lightning from its mouth and rushed around, carefully avoiding the magic released by the necromancers. It had just had a delicious meal.
Now it’s time for some post-meal exercise!
"Roar! Roar~~~" Even the Twilight sisters of the wood elves joined the war. A giant forest dragon flew into the sky, spitting out deadly dragon breath.
Belegar also personally led the siege vehicles to attack the city gate, and Angrond's oath of guards crowded together to form a tight shield wall.
The siege engines gradually approached the city gate of Musilon, and the siege pillars engraved with the image of Grimnir knocked hard on the city gate. The gate of Musilon made a muffled sound.
But the city gate is still indestructible. Mousilon Castle has been run by the undead for two to three hundred years. The city gate here is extremely strong after being reinforced through generations. In addition, the necromancers always chant magic to strengthen the city gate, even if it is
Even the battering rams made by the dwarves cannot shake this city gate in the slightest.
The vampire baron of the Blood Dragon family standing on the city wall roared repeatedly: "Continue! Keep attacking! Mortals! This is your strength? This is not enough! Far from enough!"
"If you have any other skills, bring them out!"
The undead of Mousilon are indeed proud, because even after withstanding this level of onslaught, the castle still showed no signs of collapse. As for the air force of the siege army, it was only a flash in the pan, because the Pegasus Knights and War Eagle Guards could not be in the sky for a long time.
Flying above them, they will soon tire of carrying heavily armed knights or wood elf guards.
However, due to a series of previous wars, the number of Musilon's undead garrison dropped to its lowest point in more than two hundred years. Sufficient guard protection could not be arranged in many places. In the face of a frontal onslaught, some places were inconvenient.
Ignored by the undead.
Underground in Musilon, under the city wall, and in the culvert.
The culvert, which was originally filled with fierce currents, has now been completely frozen by the sorceress's power, revealing a damp hollow corridor.
Several dwarf engineers carried large iron balls filled with gunpowder into the culvert. They carefully measured the distance, position, and detonation angle.
"Done!" After careful confirmation many times, the dwarf engineer finally gave a thumbs up: "No problem!"