Chapter 2132 Scam

Trim stared at the mutated snow monster that suddenly became very strange. Although he couldn't see any flaws for the time being, he was sure that the real "crow" would never be so powerful. Who is this monster?

"Your disguise is perfect, but you and I know in our hearts that you are definitely not the real 'crow'!" Trim's cold gray-blue eyes stared at the mutant snow monster, "Truly explain your identity is Your last chance to survive, otherwise don’t blame me for taking your own life personally!”

Joan met the sight of the lord of Winterhold, and instead of being afraid, he was eager to try.

In fact, as soon as he entered the castle, he received an induction from "Tears of God", and learned that Trim, the owner of the castle, was a seventh-level mythical creature.

From that moment on, Joan had a far stronger "interest" in Trim than in his adopted son.

It doesn't make much sense to hang and beat Vignier.

If he can provoke Trim to fight against himself, take the opportunity to slaughter the old devil in a legitimate way, completely disintegrate the evil force of Winterhold, and also complete the 7th-level mythological trial, wouldn't it be a blessing in disguise?

However, Joan himself is not good at provoking opponents, not to mention that in the form of a mutated yeti, his character can't speak fluently at all. Just yelling "Mog" at Trim is not enough to provoke.

Suddenly, Joan thought of Haakon, and gave the "talker" a wink, signaling him to increase the output of taunting firepower, and angered Trim to end the game for his adopted son.

It's a pity that Haakon seems to have misunderstood his intention, and the direction of his force is a little bit off...

"Winterhold can't afford to lose? If my son can't beat me, I will replace my father in the wheel battle. You really deserve to be a family!"

Haakon cast a "please rest assured" look at Joan, and then sneered at Trim: "Even if you beat Brother Crow, it won't change the fact that Vignier was defeated by Brother Crow in public. I'm curious, Could it be that you, the father, will replace your son and marry my sister?"

Qiao An secretly cursed "Fuck" in her heart!

Haakon, Haakon, it's rare for you to perform super-level throughout the whole game, don't lose the chain at the critical moment!

You've said that, Trim, as long as he still has a little face in mind, he's ashamed to end in person, so I have no excuse to kill this old guy!

Sure enough, Trim was a powerful party after all, and he had to pay attention to the gazes of the onlookers. Although he was so angry with Haakon and the crow, he still wanted to save his face, so that he could not personally deal with the crow, and gave an excuse to become angry from embarrassment.

When the two sides were in a stalemate, there was a burst of laughter outside the hall door.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the room opened, and four figures in strange costumes barged in grandiosely.

Joan is no stranger to three of the figures. They are "Snake Hand" Sharman, "Nine-Headed Troll" Scala, and "Tearer" Culkin who have dealt with many times. The young man looked a little unfamiliar, but it was not difficult to guess from his demeanor that this person had extraordinary strength, and his status in the "Conquest Order" was even higher than that of "Snake Hand" Sharman.

"Yo? It's very lively!" The young man in red looked around the wedding banquet hall, with a hint of sarcasm in his lazy smile.

"Master Trim, what you are doing is so embarrassing! On the one hand, you are closely cooperating with our conquest sect, but on the other hand, you are holding a wedding with great fanfare, marrying our sect's deadly enemy, the Volsunger family in Stone Pillar Town. It’s not what we saw with our own eyes today, I really can’t believe that you are stepping on two boats!”

"There is no reason in the world to take advantage of everything. Lord Trim, you must give us an explanation today. To conquer the church and Stone Pillar Town, which side do you choose to stand in Winterhold?"

Trim caressed his beard, groaned, and his eyes flickered, implying that he was weighing the pros and cons in his heart, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

If the host doesn't speak, the guests can't help it.

Elder Zigmund and the Walsunger brothers and sisters recognized at a glance that the group of cultists who just broke into the wedding banquet hall were allies of Baron Laval, and the man in the red robe headed by them was the "arsonist" who was the culprit who destroyed the town of River Valley. Elson, the sworn enemy of the Volsung family!

"Lord Trim, why did this group of heretics appear in your castle? Is it true that, as the arsonist said, Winterhold is ostensibly allied with Stone Pillar Town, but secretly conspires to conquer the sect?!"

Facing Elder Zigmund's stern questioning, Trim's face trembled and he forced a smile.

"Elder, please don't get me wrong, we have a lot of friends in Winterhold, and all the people who come here are guests, so it's not good to neglect."

"Since you and Mr. Elson are both here, I just have something to discuss with the two of you. Why don't you just look at it for my sake? How about Stone Pillar Town and the Conquering Order put aside their past differences and become allies?"

Elder Zigmun was stunned for a moment, and tentatively asked Trim: "You want to bring the conquest order into the 'Alliance of the Liberators' we are preparing? Is this possible?"

"Old fool, what are you thinking? Of course it's impossible!" Elson laughed.

Trim looked at Elson helplessly, and then Elder Zigmun said, "You misunderstood me, Elder, I want to persuade you to give up fighting against the Midgard colonial government, put aside hatred, and take peace as the most important thing." Well!"

"Shut up!" Elder Siegmund yelled at the case, his white beard trembling with anger: "Trim! You have known for a long time that our Volsunger family has a blood feud with the colonial government, but you still say such things without shame. What is it? What kind of intentions!"

Faced with his sharp accusations, the lord of Winterhold seemed to have finally made up his mind, propped his hands on the table, stood up slowly, his smile disappeared, and his face was gloomy.

"I wanted to be an envoy of peace, but unfortunately you don't give me face, so you can't blame me."

Before he finished speaking, Trim suddenly grabbed a crystal wine glass and threw it on the ground.

Snapped!

The clear and crisp sound of breaking echoed in the hall, and the heartstrings of everyone present trembled at the same time.

Just a few seconds later, a large group of heavily armed frost giant guards rushed in murderously, locked the door, drew their swords, and surrounded the guests.

Trim turned to look at the four members of the "Conquering Order", and said in a deep voice, "This is my choice, are you all satisfied?"

"It's a good show! It's crisp and neat, as expected of Lord Trim who dominates Fangshan Mountain!" Elson applauded and laughed.

"I'm asking you to help me with the finishing work." Trim cast a cold glance at everyone in the Volsunger family, "Mr. Elson, burn them all!"

"No problem! You know, that's what I'm good at."

A distorted grin appeared on "Pyromaniac"'s handsome face.