Chapter 170 Waiting for Mercy

Lynch searched the Rat Man's lair again and found a strange human skin letter.

There was ugly, crooked writing on it that Lynch couldn't understand.

The Archmage took the human skin in disgust and translated.

"The Shenlu plan cannot be suspended. This is the will of the Thirteenth Council, but I will no longer interfere with Lustria's trivial matters."

"Lord Skook of the Plague Clan will deal with those annoying fleas. I must go to the sea and get rid of the ancient dragon demon that is getting in the way. This is also the will of the Thirteenth Council."

"I know that many of you think that I have failed. It is best to give up this ridiculous fantasy. Everything is still under the control of the great Gray Seer of the Terrifying Doom."

"Continue to execute my orders! Otherwise you will bear the wrath of the Thirteenth Council!"

"Gray Prophet of the Terrifying Doomsday?" Lin Qi had some strange emotional fluctuations. This title was like thunder, awakening his long-standing memory.

Teclis looked at the human skin again, confirming the correctness of his translation, and also added his own opinions.

"This appears to be a threatening letter."

Lynch did not answer, but recalled various accidents along the way.

No wonder a storm fell on him in the first place.

No wonder a secret keeper appeared inexplicably in the previous war.

If the Gray Prophet named Chuan Quero was present, everything would make sense.

This cunning fellow must have prepared many incredible plans, executed them with reckless caution, and then allowed Lynch to achieve final victory.

Every time Chuanquero's plan ends up in a ridiculous accident.

This accident is fatal to everyone, especially to the fragile rat people.

Therefore, if one does not consider Chuanquillo's powerful magic power and the terrifying destructive power contained in its plan, it can be regarded as an uninvited reinforcement.

Because it's so unlucky.

But luckily, as far as Lynch knew, it was exceptionally favored by the Rat God.

Only a Gray Prophet as powerful as it can survive one disaster after another.

Lynch suddenly recalled the severed tail he had cut off before. Maybe it didn't survive this time.

Deep inside the cargo hold of a sailing ship leading to the old world.

Chuanquillo huddled in the shadows, stroking the half-length tail in pain. Chuanquillo had to find the best biological master to restore it.

If possible, it should never come to Lustria again.

It's best never to see the lizard thing again, it admits it's scared.

It was just a little bit close, it was just a little bit close to stopping breathing forever.

Chuanquluo felt cold all over and pressed his ears tightly against his head.

The sound of human conversation sounded above, and the Gray Prophet hid alone and fearfully in the gap between wooden boxes.

It only has two pieces of warpstone left.

If discovered by humans on the cargo ship, its power will only be weakened further.

There are no servants for it to send. In fact, now it must return to the Rat Demon City to report its duties and face the judgment of the Gray Seer Lord.

To deal with the big dragon demon?

This is just a trick to deceive the clan leaders.

Of course, this is also its only chance to survive. It must convince the Thirteenth Council that the "Terror Doomsday" has the ability to deal with behemoths that are almost gods.

Chuanquillo felt cold again. The dampness in the cabin seriously affected him, but more of it came from the chill in his heart.

It is impossible to kill the "God of the Mountains", that monster is as old as the world.

However, Chuanquluo has already thought of a plan. As long as the Thirteenth Council does not directly take away its life when it returns to report its duties, it can achieve its goal with a slight discount.

The boat was bumped by the larger waves. Chuanquillo was startled and all the hair on his body exploded.

It prayed and begged the Horned Rat in fear to give it another chance so that it could reach the Wasted Rat Demon City safely and survive the judgment of the twelve great lords.

It is not willing to die like this, and it is almost. As long as it achieves enough merits, Chuanquillo can replace the old guy of Critisric and inherit its seat after murdering it.

In the vast ocean, on a dragon ship called Kalundia.

"Lord Kraken" Loxia shook off the blood on her red swords, looked back at the burning dragon ship, and laughed heartily.

The ocean lord of Assur, the commander of the dragon ship fleet that sank the Black Ark of Krakarond, Aislin, who claimed to be the vanguard of the Marcelan army, had just been kicked into the sea by him.

Let Marcelan drown this fool!

The Tower of God Bless the Villains was heaving in the gloomy storm, with damaged dragon ships and eagle ships floating around.

The black dragon and the blazing sun dragon roared in the sky, rolling and fighting in the clouds.

The Doom Reaper battleship dragged by the sea dragon collided with the Asur dragon ship that was fighting to the death. Such collisions can be seen everywhere.

From time to time, half-sunken battleships desperately rammed into enemy ships, only to be completely sunk by magic or sea beasts.

Abyss Krakens entangled each Eagle Ship, and the Assur mages were all killed in the unexpected surprise attack of Kane's assassins.

The Druchi pirates were fighting with the Assur Sea Guards on the dragon ship, and the Witch Spirit of Kane kept jumping out of the sea, climbing onto the deck, shouting the name of Kane, and leaping to kill from behind the Sea Guards. dance.

Only the smaller number of well-equipped White Lion warriors could adapt to the embarrassing situation of being attacked from both sides, but they were soon overwhelmed by pirates several times their size.

This encounter is coming to an end. Of Asur's nearly a thousand warships, only a few dozen are still floating on the sea. There are only a few warriors left to continue fighting.

The Sun Dragon was shot down by the Black Dragon and fell into the sea water in front of Loxia, causing waves to fill the sky.

As Roxia approaches the center of the storm, the High Sorceress gives him an unexpected order.

The crazy woman didn't seem to be in good condition, and Loxia's vampire allies had done a good deed.

Lord Kraken needs the last of his benefits from the vampire pirates, and he wants to take advantage of both sides.

Anyway, the Witch King's Mother didn't know about his private deal with the vampire.

He traveled thousands of miles to rescue, doesn’t he deserve a reward?

In the vast ocean, in the huge fleet of Tyrion, the "Shield of Ulthuan", a scream tore apart the tranquility of the night.

"No!"

Prince Sirion of Etain looked sadly at his friend whose bodies were separated. Just ten minutes ago, they were talking about the storm not far away.

Aubamon's face was forever frozen in some intense pain.

The murderer left no trace, and there was no mess in the house caused by the fighting.

But Sirion vaguely guessed the identity of the murderer.

Sirion clearly remembered that before Obamon took a nap, he said that he found that the rat man's movements seemed a bit strange, as if he was hiding something.

Then he died silently, on the central command ship that was surrounded by tens of thousands of battleships.

On board this ship were the archmage of Savri, the most powerful warrior in Ulthuan, and many elven nobles, but not a single elf noticed anything unusual.

There is no doubt that the opponent possesses extremely superb stealth skills.

Sirion was shivering all over, he was weak with grief and trembling with rage.

There were dense footsteps outside the house, and soon, Prince Tyrion rushed into the room armed to the teeth.