Chapter 350 Guests and Hosts

Now it seems that there is no need to go further north. The only important town in Southern Sylvania has disappeared. Can more than three hundred dwarves like them still go to Eshen to capture the vampire city?

Perhaps it is time to wait until the coalition of cities that responded to the call of the elf mage Teclis returns from the north, and then work with the army to cooperate with human allies to deal with the remaining vampires in Sylvania.

If nothing else happens, their allies should still be holding fast near Oberstern Fortress until the undead's defense shows signs of fatigue.

A sudden attack is powerful, but toughness will lead to more sacrifices. Dwarves cannot afford sacrifices. Although humans are huge in number, they should not easily ignore the lives of their own kind.

Perhaps, Khalid dared not assert the character of men, for no dwarf would wonder when treachery appears in men.

Their oaths are like beer mixed with water. Who can be sure how much water it has been mixed with before drinking it all?

"Come on! Climb over this pit and go to Eshen! My ax hasn't killed enough vampires yet."

A dwarf warrior from Breeze Castle shouted to urge the warriors and made a moving suggestion.

It is true that the Longbeards ask everyone to protect themselves as much as possible, but the elders also say that if their friends need it, the Mountain Kingdom will remember their sacrifice.

Who knows what the elf mage is calling the army for? If that sissy wants to launch a long-term front in the north, can they still wait in Sylvania until the human emperor dies of old age?

A giant dragon crashed through the northern wind and snow, its deep scales glowing with the light of the stars. The years it has witnessed are reflected in the texture of the scales, and every mage can obtain ancient wisdom from them.

Prince Pearl Litanel grasped Sekostek's back tightly, carefully pondering the knowledge that dragons had never shared with him, but even if he was given another thousand years, it would not be enough for him to see the dragon's past. A secret obtained from the ancient sages.

He didn't dare to take a full look.

The ancient saint has long gone, but the devil has never been far away.

The gods of the past left behind empty bodies, and anyone can enter that body and spread blasphemous knowledge to seekers who have never seen the truth. Unfortunately, Pearl is that seeker, even though he has already become a dead man in the eyes of ordinary elves. Strong enough.

The subtle words with special meaning are hidden in the wind of magic, in the clouds in the sky, and in the wind. Demons have always been like this. They are used to hiding in the wind of magic, and use the wind of magic to contact the mortal world. By.

Pearl did not activate the magic, but the wind from heaven showed him a future uncontrollably.

"you will die."

"In the darkness without light." Another slightly malicious voice added.

"When the snowflakes fall," said the voice that first informed Pearl of the mysteries beyond time and space.

"In the presence of mankind." The vicious voice and the always cheerful tone sang in unison.

"After the dragon fell."

"The Lord who stands at the end of death meets you."

A pair of fear monsters? They always like to play tricks on spellcasters like this. If Pearl wants to know more at this time, he should open his mind.

The demons will share knowledge about destiny with him. The forbidden knowledge that mortals will never understand is in their words, and obtaining that knowledge is as simple as a response.

So Pearl ignored them.

Every year, ignorant apprentices step into the devil's web, and every year, mages become the devil's carrier in the world.

It's just that these two demons who are not smart enough have not found his pursuit. Threatening him with death cannot awaken his desire.

He had been prepared when he came out of his seclusion. Who would care if the outcome that he had expected turned out to be reality?

He was too old. Apart from the news from Aenarion, there was nothing to keep him alive. He was like a zombie.

Food can't revive his yearning for delicious food, and the most beautiful girl can't keep his eyes fixed on him. When he gets tired of seeing everything, life becomes a torment.

If he is willing to persevere, he can still see the next ten thousand years, until his will collapses into pieces and his thinking dries up into an empty desert.

Every outstanding elf or dwarf can do it, but not many are willing to break the limit of lifespan.

The warriors and scholars of his generation have all become history, and the woman he had a relationship with has become a withered bone in the tomb. He has thought about returning to Ulthuan countless times, walking into the maelstrom, and meeting Kalle One last look.

But he knew there would be no rest after he entered the "Maelstrom."

Whether voluntarily or forced, he had already acted as a coward, and he had committed another act of weakness in the long years.

Will he continue?

He should nail himself to the tower of shame. Even if this trip didn't end everything, he would go to Ulthuan later to see his old friends.

The arrival of the giant dragon aroused human panic. Teclis thought it was an enemy attack, but he saw the elves on the dragon's back.

It was a brand-new dragon armor. Nobles would like this kind of armor. If the ministers of the Phoenix King's Court saw this elf, they would definitely pay sincere respect to the armor that had ancient history but was undamaged.

It's a pity that Teclis is a rude outside scholar. He just wanted to ask the archmage what method he used to make the antiquities of Aenarion's era as fresh as new armor, which looks like it has not been seen for thousands of years. Blood.

I really hope that these poor humans will not die from the oppression caused by the dragon.

Teclis raised his wand and with just one short syllable cleared up the chaos created by the dragons.

Unexpectedly, the ancient elf prince did not show any dissatisfaction with Teclis's offensive behavior. Yes, they would consider it an offense, even if Teclis just didn't want the old and weak to die in the dragon. In the majesty.

He had expected that Prince Pearl would immediately deliver a speech that would make the elf diplomats applaud. As we all know, diplomats only know how to applaud in front of powerful people.

Teclis would rather he did that, there were no Assur diplomats here, Teclis could applaud for him.

But Prince Pearl just looked at the poor elf mage who was no bigger than a dragon's fingernail with some emotion and nostalgia.

His arrogant look made the mage couldn't help but feel angry, because Teclis often dealt with elves who were arrogant. If he didn't have a more important task now, he would definitely teach this old antique what respect is.

Teclis has never missed Lynch so much. If the lizards were here, Teclis would only need to be a pacifier in the aftermath, instead of a hypocritical talker with hidden agendas.

It is always easier to communicate with a victim who has been tortured than to communicate with a person in power who is in a high position and is inconsistent with his appearance.

Sometimes the cold-blooded communication method is more effective. It only needs a little help from Teclis, and it is the most effective communication method in the world.