Chapter 375
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The light of dawn shone down.
The luxurious mansion from yesterday had been reduced to ruins. The young priestess was negotiating with a middle-aged man who looked like the captain of the guards. She took out a badge that represented the Light of Dawn and the badge that the Church of Glory had assigned to her as proof. In the eyes of ordinary people, the Church of Glory had a high status because they stood on the side of good and justice no matter what. There were many bodies of Vampires in the ruins, and she believed that it would not be a problem for her to deal with this matter.
Søren sat on the roof and played with an emblem, or rather, a coat of arms.
This was found from the body of the Unseen. It was engraved with a huge Beholder, but unlike other Beholders, its eye stalks were all cut off. The eyeballs on its tentacles were cut off one by one. Even the huge eye in the middle of its body was dug out cruelly. It opened its bloody mouth and stared in front of it. Its empty and bloody eye sockets were surrounded by a mass of twisted flesh and blood, as well as something that could not be described.
"Evil Eye Tyrant?"
Søren carefully observed the emblem and murmured, "It turns out that the predecessor of the Unseen was the Evil Eye Tyrant! Who defeated this monster with a challenge rating of 25? And dug out its eyes? It seems that it has embarked on the path of an evil god? "
Evil Eye Tyrant.
A very terrible creature in the evolution of the Beholder. Its strength was even stronger than the Dead Eye Tyrant. This was a variant of the Beholder.
There were only a few in the entire multiverse.
Although Søren had been in contact with the Unseen in the past, it was the first time he had gotten such an emblem. The Rogue should be a core member of the Unseen organization.
A monster with a creature level close to 30 was preparing to become a god. The chaos must have just begun.
In history, no Beholder had succeeded in becoming a god. Søren was not sure if this guy had succeeded because no one had seen the real body of this evil god.
Patter!
When the Priestess finished negotiating with the town guard, Søren also came down from the roof.
"It's been negotiated."
The Priestess's expression was a little strange. She looked at Søren and said, "We have sent someone to inform the Witch Council. I think someone will come to deal with it soon. I don't think they want a large number of vampires in their territory. "
Søren nodded and tossed the emblem to her.
"You're leaving?" The priestess raised her head and asked.
Soren glanced at her and smiled, "Yes, it is. There are other things that need to be dealt with. "
"Mm." Angelia nodded and said softly, "I hope we'll have the chance to meet again. I miss Vivian. "
Søren smiled.
Then he turned and walked out of Withered Leaf Town. He had killed so many Vampires and believers of the Unseen, some of whom were nobles. This matter must be explained to the Witch Council. They had to stay and explain everything to the Witch Council before they could leave. Otherwise, the Witch Council was likely to be angry because of the death of a noble. Even the people of the Church of Radiance did not dare to offend this group of powerful witches.
Søren didn't have time to stay here.
Angelia and the others would have to wait for at least three days to deal with the follow-up work of these matters.
Punishing the evil and encouraging the good and then walking away would only lead to greater chaos. There were still many trivial matters here. If a noble was corrupted by a vampire, the problems that would be implicated in the end would probably cause a lot of damage to the nearby nobles.
But that should be a headache for the Vampire Church!
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Søren directly crossed the North.
With the help of Fly, he crossed the ice and snow mountains and returned to this cold country again.
The ice and snow here had not melted yet.
Søren followed the route in his memory and went to a small town near Glacier City. When he left the North, he passed by here.
Winterspring Town.
It seemed to be called this name.
It was a town between Glacier City and Arendelle, with a population of thousands of households. It was not a big place, but not a small one. After sleeping outside for a few days, Søren was ready to spend the night here, so he went directly to the hotel after entering the town. The passersby were in a hurry. In just a few months, it seemed that panic had spread to this cold world. The town guard stopped Søren and asked a few questions, then warned him not to cause trouble and let him go.
"It seems that something has happened!"
Søren glanced at the nervous guards and then entered the tavern. There was news he wanted to know.
In fact.
The news had already spread.
It was just that because of the distance, it did not reach Søren's hands in time. After all, the Frost Kingdom was too far away from the South Coast.
What Søren was worried about finally happened.
Without the protection of the Princess Royal, Arendelle's wealth brought disaster to them. About a week ago, shortly after Søren received the news from the Frost Kingdom, Arendelle was attacked by the enemy. Not only were the Vrykul pirates entrenched in the ice islands outside the sea, but even the southern island countries also launched an attack on them.
Arendelle's port was blocked.
The war had not yet broken out. The fleet of the southern island countries only joined with the Vrykul pirates to ambush Arendelle's warship, temporarily cutting off the route of the Frost Kingdom.
The port was blocked.
This was the precursor to the outbreak of war. After the news spread, even other places were affected.
There was a lot of discussion in the tavern.
Some merchants complained that after the port was blocked, all the goods could not be shipped out. But more discussions were about how Princess Anna of Arendelle would deal with the crisis.
"Ha! Have you heard? "
A bearded merchant who had obviously drunk a lot burped and looked at the others. "I heard that the person who led the fleet to block the port of Arendelle is a prince of the southern island country."
"This shameless bandit made a very rude request after blocking the port! "
Request?
Søren, who was sitting in the corner, frowned. He glanced at the middle-aged merchant who deliberately kept others in suspense. He took out a Kindler and threw it over. He said in a deep voice, "What request? I don't like to listen to people beating around the bush, or I'll break your neck! "
The middle-aged merchant quickly reached out and caught the Kindler, then swallowed and said, "I also heard it from others."
"The prince of the southern island country seems to be called … Hans-T! He sent a messenger and said … If Princess Anna agrees to marry him, he will order the removal of Arendelle's blockade! Otherwise, Arendelle's ships will not be able to leave! "
Crack.
The wine glass in Søren's hand shattered, and a cold murderous look appeared on his face. He said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?!"
"Yes … yes! "
The middle-aged merchant was startled by him, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He seemed to have sobered up a lot, and his speech gradually became clearer. "I also heard it from others. I have a relative who works in Arendelle."
Søren's eyes became colder when he heard this.
He casually threw a Kindler on the bar, then turned and walked out of the tavern.
It was getting late.
Søren's figure entered the Night and soon disappeared into the vast night.
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