Chapter 656: The Angel and the Chosen One

"Don't be too polite," the female voice directly appeared in his mind, "How is the situation above?"

He also doesn't need to speak, he only needs to silently read the answer he thinks - this way of talking is difficult to adapt at first, but after mastering it, the communication will become very smooth, and of course, it will be more difficult to lie.

"My lord envoy, some accidents happened, they did not accept the invitation of the ambassador of Graycastle," Balih recounted the whole incident, "This is my mistake, I didn't expect their vigilance to be so strong. "

"Plans that calculate people's hearts are prone to failure," the envoy's tone didn't sound like any dissatisfaction, but was mixed with an inexplicable nostalgia. "Do you have any remedial measures?"

"Just make them have to accept the invitation," he paused, "to take advantage of His Majesty Ampein Moya's new policy."

"Tsk...mortal."

Balih couldn't help being taken aback, "My lord?"

"I don't like this policy of removing witches, can you guarantee that no one will be hurt by it?"

"This..." Not to mention being injured, even if some of the witches were captured and executed, it would be normal. After all, the purpose of the plan was to let the witches go south to the west of Graycastle. As for how many survived, there was no requirement.

"Is this what you think?" The envoy's voice suddenly became a little louder, and the wriggling tentacles on his body and the surging lava in the ground showed its anger, "Don't forget what I said, in the face of the end, every witch It's all important!"

"No, my lord, I will remember every word of yours in my heart," Balih secretly thought that something was wrong, he was using his consciousness to talk to the envoy, and any thoughts would be conveyed to the other party's heart, "I naturally hope that no innocent people will be hurt , but that would take more time and staffing would need to be rearranged - not everyone has the guts to stand up to the royal family and at the same time keep the secrets."

"Let my guards help you," the envoy quickly replied, "How long will it take?"

Balih breathed a sigh of relief. He had seen the abilities of these guards before. The general knights were not opponents at all, and they almost couldn't even see their movements clearly. If two or three people fight side by side, they can easily resist knights ten times their size, which is enough to show how extraordinary the envoy is.

"The third step of the plan should be completed within two weeks."

"Then let's do this."

"Master Angel..." Balih hesitated, "Are witches really so important? Do gods only favor them? If it comes to wealth or power, I am more suitable—"

"A more suitable one?" the angel interrupted him. "You don't know what you're talking about. Whether it's wealth or power, it doesn't make sense for the approaching end. What the gods are looking for is to be able to use it A savior of great power, not a spokesperson for the world. You are useful, mortal, so when the task is completed, I will give you the appropriate reward-such as immortality, but you must also recognize your place."

Balih knew what the other party meant by the doomsday. Every four hundred years, a blood-red moon would appear in the sky, and the gates of hell would open accordingly. Devils would swarm out of it, and a massacre would soon sweep across the entire continent. , Those who can resist these ferocious aliens are called the chosen ones. And now he knew more about the Chosen One—the person the envoy was looking for seemed to be directly connected to the power of the gods, and he must be a witch.

"But..." he was still a little unwilling to say, "Among the witches in Graycastle, there must be a chosen one?"

There was a rare silence from the envoy, and after a while, the voice sounded again, "No one knows the answer, this is just an attempt, and such an attempt has been going on for hundreds of years."

"What if you don't find it?"

"Then keep searching until the doomsday destroys everything."

If everyone dies, then eternal life will be meaningless... It seems that I still have to beg the gods to make some discoveries during this trip, Balih smiled bitterly, "I understand, I will try my best to settle this matter of."

The tentacles on the sarcoid body twisted neatly, which was its expression of satisfaction, "There is one more thing... the church is really defeated?"

Ever since the news of the church's failure reached Dawn, the envoys were particularly concerned about it, and even asked Balih to personally send someone to Cold Wind Ridge to verify whether the news was true.

"That's true. The foot of Coldwind Ridge looks like it has been trampled by a herd of evil beasts. There are deep pits and ravines everywhere. There are thousands of graves around it. According to local people, it was all done by the King of Graycastle—— ——All his dead were brought back to the west of the kingdom, while the church’s dead were burned and buried on the spot. In addition, the merchants who came back from the Hermes Plateau also said that the entire holy city was dead and silent, completely devoid of the prosperity of the past. atmosphere."

"Is this their end..." The envoy's voice suddenly became very soft, but returned to normal in a blink of an eye, "Let's end today's conversation, I'm tired."

"Yes, my lord." Balih bowed and saluted.

The scene of the lava subterranean faded like a tide, and the darkness quickly swept in, and then the magic stone flickered a few times, illuminating the stone chamber again.

Everything is like a dream.

"This time the medicine," a guard handed over a porcelain bottle, "Drink it, the God Envoy is very satisfied with your recent performance."

"Much...thank you for the gift, my lord envoy," Balih excitedly took the porcelain bottle and drank the liquid in it in one gulp.

Suddenly a scorching warm current rose from his stomach, allowing his whole body to regain strength, and his hands and feet seemed to be a lot more flexible—it's a pity that the effect of the medicine can't be maintained for a long time, and it can't prolong his life. According to the other party, in addition to relieving fatigue and restoring physical strength in a short period of time, it also has a certain strengthening effect on the body. Before granting eternal life, he needs to repair his dilapidated body bit by bit, so that he can survive the severe pain during the transformation of eternal life, otherwise the force will tear him apart.

It was these words that made Balih believe in the envoy. If he was a liar, just taking out this kind of medicine that can rejuvenate the body would be enough to make a large number of nobles and wealthy businessmen completely fall for it. Why is it necessary to tell the truth about the function and nature of the drug?

Three years ago, he could only move around in a wheelchair pushed by his servants, but now he can at least stand and walk on his own two feet, relying on the secret medicine of the envoy.

If he can achieve the other party's entrustment and further obtain eternal life, all the problems that troubled him will be easily solved.

Balih raised the curtain and walked towards the stone staircase around the mountain with his head held high.

Different from when he came, at this moment he is full of strength and his steps are steady. The roaring undercurrent and raging waves under his feet have become a clarion call to encourage him to move forward, and the damp cold wind cannot shake him at all.