Chapter 228, Agreement

"Even if mortals try their best, they may not be the opponents of the Chaos army. If it is really necessary, Nagash can resurrect all the undead in this world, so we may still have a fight." The fairy in the lake closed her eyes: "So, my original plan was that if necessary, I could sacrifice the interests of mortals to revive Nagash."

"What a bad idea." Ryan said full of disappointment, but he was also a little helpless, even his father, the Emperor, was forced to cooperate with the Death God of the Spirit Race after his resurrection: "But sometimes it's like this... But, my lady..."

"Still calling me lady?!" The fairy in the lake stared at Ryan with unkind eyes. She put down the Holy Grail and walked in front of Ryan.

"Uh... Ms. Lilith..." Ryan said awkwardly.

"It's Lilith!" The fairy in the lake patted Ryan on the shoulder with her little hand.

"Okay... Lilith, what I want to say is that maybe you don't need to seek help from the undead, at least you don't need to seek help from Nagash. Nagash and the vampires he created are creatures at the ends of snakes and rats. They I don't know how many times in history I have betrayed the alliance, and these despicable and untrustworthy creatures are not worthy of trust." Ryan rubbed his chin, and he denied the opinion of the fairy in the lake.

"But if this is the case, the power of mortals is not enough to fight against the army of chaos." The fairy in the lake looked at Ryan intently: "But, Ryan, after seeing you, I changed my mind. Your existence proves that we are not the only ones who fight against chaos. Is it?"

Ryan didn't answer, he just nodded slightly.

"Great!" The haze between the fairy's eyebrows and eyes in the lake disappeared, and the goddess threw herself on him happily, and kissed him on the cheek: "Sure enough, you are the best gift that the subspace gave me. That idiot White Wolf Urick doesn't know how to use you at all."

"Don't get too complacent, my girl... Lilith, if you can't create specific conditions for me, I can't call in reinforcements." Ryan picked up the lake fairy and put it on his body. He looked at the lake. The fairy's peerless and youthful face seemed to recall something, and she said intentionally: "I heard from the woodland lord Dailina that every new moon night, Alaros would take his beloved falcon to patrol the woodland, hoping to be with the beautiful Goddess Lilith meets again~”

There was an indescribably strange taste in the voice of the God's Chosen Champion.

"Ah!" The fairy in the lake sighed helplessly and covered her face with her hands. She sat on Ryan's lap like this and shook her head in distress: "I really don't know what to say about this, Alaros really... he woke up Afterwards, he told others about the fact that he met me and saved me. After a long time, almost all the wood elves knew about the relationship between Alaros and me. They first thought that Alaros wanted to prostitute me. All kinds of gossip are spreading wildly. You know, my champions, the Esleys, are usually hidden in the forest. Their days are long and boring. At night, a bonfire is lit, and everyone gathers together to tell stories. A lot of fun."

"It's understandable...hahahahaha!" Ryan couldn't help laughing. The God's Choice champion squeezed his eyes together, covered his face with his hands in an imageless manner, and laughed out loud.

The Fairy of the Lake was so ashamed that at last she couldn't help laughing herself.

Yes, in the long life of the wood elves, except for wars and festivals, the wood elves rarely had contact with the outside world, and their lives were quite boring. Ryan could imagine that this story would be continuously adapted by the wood elves by the bonfire until it was adapted. into what.

"As you can imagine, the stories of Ryan, Alaros and me have gradually been adapted into a mess, rumors of rumors about the goddess getting married, what to repay the favor, and the rumors of having sex with him in the wild on the spot, sex and then sex. Come out, of course all the wood elves know that this is not true, they are just satirizing Alaros's unreasonable thoughts in this way." The fairy in the lake picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip: "Alaros also Didn't understand me at all,

After he chooses to become Alaire's God's Choice Champion, it is impossible to become my God's Choice Champion again. "

"In the final analysis, you broke the contract first. Before Alaros became the champion of the forest queen Alaire, you made me your champion." Ryan pointed out the immorality of the fairy in the lake.

"Now that I have you, I don't need Alaros, my champion." The fairy in the lake shook her head: "In every sense, you are better than Alaros, and you can provide me with whatever you want so that I can be in the Lord. The material world is easy to enter and exit, you have strong will and strength, and you are the nemesis of chaos and corruption, you and Teclis are enough."

"What do you think about the possible possession of the nine volumes of Nagash by the Duke of Berleon?" Ryan changed the question, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Gods to gods, mortals to mortals, I can't get past the king and Morgiana to intervene in this matter, but I will pay close attention to the progress of this matter." The fairy in the lake continued to arrange everything, her pink cherry blossoms His lips moved slightly, and he spit out touching words: "Go ahead and do it, my champion, I am your solid backing."

"Then I need to unify the power of the entire country to meet the third Chaos invasion that may come soon, even if I want to be... Is that okay?" Ryan said seriously.

"Of course! Why did I come to the old world? Why did I perform miracles here? Because I need an army loyal to me, and I need my own strength." The fairy in the lake whispered: "In the high elves Among them, the most elite troops, the Sword Master of Hoth belongs to Hoth, the Phoenix Guard belongs to Asuryan, the Maiden of the Eternal Queen belongs to Isa, and the dragon princes of Caledon only believe in themselves. What I have is the Knights of the Holy Grail .”

"Let's do it, Ryan, you will fight for a larger territory and a higher title. I have paved the way for you, and I will support you until you achieve your goal." Lake The middle fairy whispered softly in Ryan's ear: "In the future, you will be the father of the new Asuryan... This is the agreement between you and me."

"I don't seem to agree..."

"You must agree! Because you are my champion!" The fairy in the lake suddenly turned over and rode on Ryan, and grabbed Ryan by the collar. Her green eyes were full of dangerous breath, and the huge divine power on her body was released. : "I have given up my plan because of your appearance, what else do you want from me?"

At the same time, as the goddess of dreams and luck of fairies and elves in the lake, Lilith's divine power reserve is comparable to that of the main god of elves, and even stronger than many human gods. Her divine power is enough to shatter ancient giant beasts.

But it has no effect on Ryan.

"That's because there is a problem with your plan! Lilith, I'm just pointing out your problem." Ryan held the soft hands of the fairy in the lake, and he said helplessly: "Whether I show up or not, your plan will not matter." It's doomed to fail."

"Then I don't care, I chose you, and you chose me. This is the choice of fate, Ryan, this is our agreement." The fairy in the lake pointed her finger on Ryan's chest, and the Holy Grail was shining. The divine fire belonging to the fairy in the lake is burning, illuminating her icy-muscled face: "I have foreseen that fate will link us together, we cannot be separated, apart we can only be destroyed."

"...Can I trust you? My lady?" Ryan finally became serious.

Indeed, as the fairy in the lake said, the alliance between him and her is currently the most favorable choice. The fairy in the lake has shown her greatest sincerity, and she has revealed her divine fire, which represents the origin of the gods. Ryan is really a despicable person. With the melee ability that the fairy in the lake is not very proficient in, he can even take away Lilith's divine fire.

Moreover, Ryan knew that he could not wait any longer.

It has been twenty-three years since he came to this world, and he has only been promoted from a lord's adopted son to the current baron. From the perspective of this world, his promotion speed is already like a rocket, but he has no next twenty years. Three years!

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This year, the winter in Britannia is extremely cold, especially in the Duke of Connaught. The land ravaged by floods has now begun a long and tedious reconstruction. The power of the Vampire Count has suffered heavy losses in this battle.

This put the plan of the Scarlet Duke on hold. The great former Duke of Aquitaine and the current leader of the vampires had planned to fight the war between the Knight Kingdom and the Beastmen to regain the Knight King's throne that belonged to him. .

The Red Duke's plan was stopped by a mysterious visitor who told him that just like your previous wars, this time you will also suffer a disastrous defeat.

"You know who I am, Scarlet Duke."

Yes, the Red Duke knows who he is. He is the Lord of the Dead, the most loyal servant of Nagash the Necromancer, the Lich King "Black" Arkhan.

Relying on powerful undead magic, Akhan awakened and enslaved the undead souls of the twelve Holy Grail Knights. They were bound by Arkhan's undead magic. Except for one Holy Grail knight's undead who barely broke free from the shackles and escaped, the rest The eleven holy grail knights have been incorporated into the undead army, and they have a new title-the Black Holy Grail Knights.

Relying on his own strength, Akhan has already gained the trust of the Red Duke. On the high tower of Mousilon Castle in the middle of winter, vampires and undead are discussing the next move.

Arkhan was wearing a huge crown and holding a huge staff of undead. The staff was burning with blue undead flames. His temperament looked like a loyal elder. When he spoke, the wizard The demon king's tone was polite. Even though he had become an undead and a skeleton, he still dressed himself up in gorgeous elven satin robes and exquisite rune armor.

In contrast, the Blood Red Duke was wearing a black and red full-body cursed plate armor, and in his hand was holding a family heirloom sword passed down from the Dukes of Aquitaine through generations. His cheekbones all told him that he was already a vampire.

The goblet made of gold was filled with the delicious girl's blood. The Blood Red Duke raised the gold cup and drank the blood in one gulp. He could feel the wonderful sensation of the blood rushing down his throat.

That's called happiness.

Faintly, the Blood Red Duke looked at the golden cup in his hand, a little dazed, he seemed to remember, when he was a human being, when he was a duke, he seemed to be looking for something similar , At that time, he did not rely on human blood to live, he was a model of chivalry, he was...

"Hey!" The golden cup full of precious stones was smashed under the steps of the castle tower, and the happiness that was finally obtained was filled with jealousy and rage. The Red Duke, who has spent centuries in impotent rage, will now seek vengeance on this nation.

The golden cup that was thrown down the steps caught the attention of Akhan, who was whispering to his godson Matthew Bard. The Lich King said politely: "Our most respected and trusted friend, my Duke, what caused Can you tell me about your unhappiness?"

"Who are we going to kill now?" The Blood Red Duke was filled with rage, he stood up and was about to summon the army: "We will kill whoever you say to kill!"

Swarms of bats flapped their wings and flew past the high tower, and their sharp and unpleasant cries came into the high tower. After the Blood Red Duke took control of Mousilon, he tried to build the castle here like his previous castle. Luxury and grandeur, but over time, the Scarlet Duke has lost interest in maintaining this false glory, and now these areas have been taken over by faded tapestries, rusted armor and dense cobwebs.

"Please be patient, my friend." Akhan shook his head lightly, and a little magic calmed the Scarlet Duke: "It's not yet time, patience is a virtue and a necessary means to win."

"When will I be able to act?" The Blood Red Duke said impatiently, "I have waited long enough."

"Soon, my Duke." Akhan also walked down the steps. He looked at the distortion and depravity under the prosperity of Mousilon: "We need to wait until spring arrives and the ice and snow melt, otherwise we will not be able to do it on our own. It's done, Bichi in the lake's rule over this country is deeply rooted, and the existence of the Holy Grail Knights deters all enemies in the dark, including us."

"This situation won't change until spring begins!" The Blood Red Duke continued.

"Yes... and we still need a collaborator." Akhan continued, looking up at the sky.

In the sky covered by dark clouds, a huge zombie dragon soars in the sky.

Riding on the back of the dragon is a bald head, with bare arms, holding an ancient cursed long sword in one hand, and a hooked sickle in the other. There is no hair on the smooth head. All she had was a trembling scalp, a pale complexion, and a pair of silver eyes.

Akhan nodded slightly. All the vampires were Nagash's subordinates. They could not resist Nagash, just like the Holy Grail knights would not resist the fairy of the lake.

"At last... Manfred von Carstein."

"Master needs your strength."

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