While Adil was heading south from the State of Elka, in the west of the State of Elka, where the Desert Empire Cardoze was located.
In the middle of a huge oasis, a huge city stood.
The city's main color was black. Many of the buildings in the city were black, and on the city walls and gates, one could see carvings from time to time. On the carvings, there was a giant eye.
The Desert Empire worshipped black, and most of the buildings in the country were black.
As for the huge eye carved everywhere around the city, it was the ancestor of all Desert Walkers, the God of the Desert, Cardoze.
Legend had it that in ancient times, Cardoze was born and died in the desert. His blood flowed on the scorching desert, and gradually evolved into oases. That was how the great empire that existed in the desert today came to be.
Today, in the city, the sound of singing and dancing could be heard everywhere. Under the gazes of countless foreign merchants, Cardoze people dressed in long robes sang and danced. Some children and elderly even wore masks on their faces.
This was the annual Festival of Grace. In the legends of the Cardoze people, this day was the day when the God of the Desert revived from the underground and brought life to the land. It was also the most important festival of the year for the Cardoze people.
The city stood, and the people laughed. Foreign merchants dragged their camels and horses, peddling their goods on this festival. The whole scene seemed to be joyful, full of cheers and singing.
At the center of the city was a palace surrounded by greenery.
This place was surrounded by greenery. Even though it was in the middle of a dry desert, it seemed that there was no shortage of water here. The surrounding spring water was flowing, and there were beautiful and exquisite fountains everywhere in the palace, spraying the most precious water in the desert.
This kind of scenery was very beautiful. Normally, there would definitely be people coming out of the palace to enjoy this kind of scenery during this festival.
But today, there was no one to enjoy the beautiful scenery.
"Outrageous!!"
In a luxurious hall at the front of the palace, a furious voice came from the hall, causing the servants in charge of serving to shiver. They did not know what had angered their king.
In a luxurious yet empty hall, the King of Cardoze seriously read the letter in his hand, his face full of anger: "To make such a request in advance, he really thinks too much!!"
A low and angry voice echoed in the surroundings. After it traveled out of the hall, it continued to travel out of the palace. The voice was so loud that it could be heard by the entire palace.
If one took a closer look, they would be able to see that this furious King was only a young man.
He wore a loose golden coat and a heavy crown on his head. Although his face was handsome, his skin had the unique dark complexion of the people of the desert. He looked about thirty years old.
As for the reason for his anger, it was because of the parchment letter in his hand.
This letter was sent here by Adil. The content of the letter was not complicated. It was nothing more than asking for money and food. However, the amount he asked for was slightly higher.
"It's just a verbal promise to form an alliance, and you want to cheat me of so much food and valuables? Dream on!"
Looking at the letter in his hand, after his anger subsided, the King of Cardoze sneered.
From his perspective, the owner of this letter had no sincerity in forming an alliance at all. Instead, he was demanding an exorbitant price and did not have any self-awareness at all.
The Cardoze Empire was an old desert empire. In terms of strength, even if it was inferior to the entire Karad Empire, it would not be too far off. Both empires were of equal size and were completely on the same level.
As the King of Cardoze, even the King of the Karad Empire could only communicate with him as an equal. A mere Prince Sisso did not have the right to speak to him at all.
Thinking of this, the cold smile on his face became even more intense. Looking at the new book in his hand, he wanted to order his men to kill the messenger and teach the Prince of Elka a lesson.
However, in the next moment, an inexplicable change began to take place before his eyes.
In front of him, the originally ordinary letter began to glow. Every word and symbol on it began to emit a crimson glow, erupting with real power.
Looking at this letter, King Cardoze vaguely seemed to see a human-snake god, a gigantic demon god stepping on flames, blooming with a tremendous bloodline majesty in front of him.
The massive bloodline majesty was released in an instant. King Cardoze's pupils constricted, his face filled with disbelief. "This bloodline majesty, how is this possible!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crimson light in front of him became extremely dense, and a crimson mark appeared on the letter. The mark was imbued with a massive crimson power, and to King Cardoze, it was like a sharp blade hanging on his neck, causing his breathing to become much more rapid.
A threat! An absolute threat!
Sensing the bloodline majesty from the letter in front of him, King Cardoze gritted his teeth, anger instantly rising in his heart.
In all fairness, as the King of Cardoze who carried the direct bloodline of the Ancient Desert God, his strength could not be considered weak. If he used his full strength, he could reach the standard of Level 3, and he was only slightly weaker than the Kings of the Karad Empire.
However, even with this terrifying strength, facing a mere bloodline mark, he still felt as if there was a sharp blade on his back, and he even felt an irresistible sense of powerlessness.
A faint light gradually spread out, and within the light, various scenes began to appear.
On a desert, countless Cardoze people were farming and hunting in an oasis. Warriors were fighting, and corpses were strewn all over the oasis, blood splattering everywhere …
All sorts of scenes played out, and in the end, a pure black eye appeared behind Cardoze, silently expelling all of the power and turning this place into its home field.
In front of the letter, the crimson mark was still unwillingly shining, but facing the obstruction of another massive power, it gradually dimmed and could only barely maintain itself.
"Ancestor!"
Feeling the familiar power beside him, King Cardoze quickly got up, looked at the eye in front of him, and knelt down respectfully, as if he had seen his own god.
"A familiar aura, this level of bloodline and power, could it be the descending body of the Crimson King?"
Faint ripples flickered in the surrounding space. Feeling the pure power from the crimson mark, the black light produced waves, and a trace of doubt flashed in the eye in a very human-like manner.
"No, it's not him."
In the next moment, a majestic spirit swept through the letter before him. In that instant, he saw the letter clearly from the origin level.
Because of that, he keenly sensed another force hidden under the crimson mark.
It was a silver moon mark, and the bloodline aura it emitted was completely different from the Crimson King's bloodline. It was holy and pure, like the purest and kindest angel, emitting an aura that calmed one's mind.
"A completely unfamiliar bloodline power, is it a new king?"
Feeling the origin that was completely unfamiliar with the Crimson King's bloodline, it spoke with interest, and its massive spirit caused ripples in the surrounding space, "An unfamiliar king wants to form an alliance with me?
"Is it a test, or …"
As this existence thought, the surrounding space trembled slightly, and wisps of pure and unique, extremely corrosive dark power jumped in the surrounding space, instinctively forming layers of barriers and spreading out, turning this spot into the king's domain.
"Accept the letter, and agree to his conditions!"
After a long time, a thought sounded in the surroundings, representing the will of the Ancient King, engraving a deep mark in this place.
"Yes!"
Kneeling in the hall, feeling the will of the Ancient King, King Cardoze nodded respectfully, and just knelt on the ground, not daring to move at all.
It wasn't until a long time later that he felt the great will gradually disappear from where it was, that he got up and returned to his seat.
However, when he looked at the letter on the desk in front of him, compared to before, his mood had changed. He was originally indifferent, but now he was very serious.
… …
"Teacher! I have good news! "
Early in the morning, standing outside a courtyard, Adil stood outside a spacious training ground, looking at the people training.
A voice suddenly broke the silence. On the road in the distance, Lera held a scroll in his hand and quickly ran on the flat ground. His speed was not comparable to that of a Knight on a horse.
"What's wrong?"
Coming back to his senses, looking at the joy on Lera's face, Adil's expression was calm, and he said softly, "Where did you get the news from?"
"From the Cardoze Empire!" Looking at Adil, Lera could not suppress the joy on his face, and said to Adil, "King Cardoze is willing to form an alliance with Teacher, and as requested, he has sent us a large amount of food and valuables!
"With this batch of food, the few batches that Ancient Kalan sent, and the ones we bought ourselves, we have enough food for the time being!"
Looking at Adil, he spoke with some excitement, and at the same time, he could not help but feel relieved.
During this period, in order to settle the large number of civilians that had appeared in the State of Elka, he had racked his brains. Every time, he had to use all his strength to negotiate with the refugees, and he had even personally led the Knights to suppress them. Only then did he manage to pacify the refugees, and successfully absorb them into the territory of the State of Elka.
In the process of pacifying the refugees, he even had to follow Adil's request to screen the refugees and select the doctors among them to prevent and cure the plague. All these things were not easy.
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