The Lich King had never thought that he would be able to carry out his plan so easily. As the rumors spread throughout Brittany, the nobles and knights crumbled faster than he expected.
Almost all of La Messenell Abbey's guards had retreated, leaving behind only forty knights and a few hundred soldiers. When Akerhan's army appeared at the foot of the Grey Mountains, the guards fled at the sight of them, giving the Lich King an extremely sturdy abbey.
Akerhan was actually puzzled. Why did Laing give up so easily? Why did the Brittany knights retreat just like that?
The Lich King tried to think, but Arkham could not come up with an answer for the time being. The rumors he spread were too consistent with the legends of the Lake Fairies, and as long as someone tried to prove it, the collapse of the nobles and knights' faith was to be expected.
Brittany was a country built on faith.
Passing through the sturdy walls and corridors, Akerhan found the Staff of Nagash in the basement of the abbey, along with some other treasures. The Lich King didn't care about most of the treasures, but apart from the Staff of Nagash, he still took a painting as his spoils of war. It was a painting of the battle between the Blood Dragon Patriarch and the first Knight King, Arthur.
Abo Wallace was the only one who managed to break free from Nagash's control and curse by drinking the dragon's blood. If possible, Akerhan wished that he could be like Abo Wallace and break free from the Lord of the Undead's control. However, as the Tomb King, Akerhan did not even have the ability to drink the dragon's blood.
Without further ado, Akerhan picked up the Staff of Nagash. An incomparably dense magic and a powerful undead curse lingered on it. The Lich King had never personally used the Staff of Nagash before, so he wasn't too sure of the special effects or abilities of his master's wand. After a brief inspection, Akerhan didn't dare to recklessly test the wand's power and immediately decided to leave.
"Mission complete. Master's resurrection is just around the corner."
… I'm the cut-off line for the mission completion …
It was exactly the same. On the way back to Muxilon, Ryan also carried an identical necromancy staff on his back.
The staff was firmly tied to the oilcloth by dozens of psionic chains. The oilcloth was even drenched with Laing's blood. In addition, a huge psionic light shackle tied the chains together. The light shackle made a sound from time to time. There was a strong willpower in the staff. It wailed, roared, cursed, and jumped up and down on Laing's back.
Laing silently chanted a wonderful spell, and streams of psionic energy gushed out from his body. The lightning storm was tamed by the power of the original body, and then condensed into two long strips thicker than a baby's arm. Laing directly broke the long strips with his hands, and then firmly fixed the staff again.
"Bzzt …" Even when Laing's sky blue purifying psionic energy touched the surface of the staff through the oilcloth, it immediately emitted a sizzling sound like boiling oil and a large white smoke. The staff seemed to be in pain. It shook hard for a long time before it finally stopped.
The power and the willpower of the staff were temporarily suppressed.
For the time being, the oilcloth was almost burned black. Laing's face was not looking good. He looked at Teresa who was standing not far away and said, "Cloth."
"This is the sixth piece, Laing." Teresa's face was full of worry. The sorceress handed a piece of oilcloth stained with Laing's blood to the original body. Laing skillfully wrapped the new oilcloth on the surface of the staff, and then reached out his hand to signal Teresa to leave immediately. "Stay away from me."
"Is this the legendary Staff of Nagash?" Teresa was envious of Laing's power.
For sorcerers, casting spells was using their bloodline's affinity with the Wind of Magic to guide the power.
As for Laing? Laing's control over the Wind of Magic was to drive, tame, and command it.
"Stay away from me!" Seeing Teresa's interest, Laing said in a low voice, "Don't come near me unless you want to age and become ugly quickly and become Granny Teresa!"
The sorceress was shocked by Laing's words and quickly backed away.
It wasn't just the sorceress. The women who were originally by Laing's side all took a few steps away, not daring to get close to him.
Yes, Laing had retreated. With Brittany in a state of chaos, it was unlikely that he would continue to waste time with Akerhan near the monastery.
However, Laing would not give up on the Staff of Nagash just like that.
He had long prepared a plan B. He had asked the Fire Dragon Lord Vulcan to create an identical staff according to the Staff of Nagash's appearance.
"You can create an identical staff, but how do you fill it with necromancy magic? How do you make Akerhan believe that he has the real staff?" Suria asked curiously as she walked beside Laing. The female knight was probably the only one present who was not afraid of the Wind of Death.
"I can turn necromancy and Chaos into light and psionic energy. Of course, I can also mimic my own power into necromancy or Chaos." Laing wanted to laugh, but the pressure of the Staff of Nagash almost crushed his original will.
Only when he truly carried the Staff of Nagash on his back could Ryan understand why the Four Gods of Chaos feared Nagash, why Nagash could resurrect Gul, a God Chosen Warrior of the Four Gods of Chaos, to become his strongest lackey, and why Nagash could achieve so many miracles and create true undead creatures.
If Nagash's complete resurrection and plan to devour the Gods of Nikohara successfully, then the Lord of the Undead might become a true opponent of the Four Gods of Chaos — the Lord of the End of All Things. The cycle of Chaos and the cycle of the world would completely disappear in Nagash's hands, leaving only an endless desert filled with death and necromancy. There would only be two kinds of people left in the world: Nagash and Nagash's servants. There would only be one will left in the world, and that would be Nagash's will.
This was also why the Staff of Nagash was always stored in the Monastery. Apart from the ruins of the Ancient Elven Empire in the Monastery that could firmly seal and restrain the necromancy brought about by the Staff of Nagash, any attempt to destroy or banish the staff would only end up with necromancy everywhere, and Nagash's will and power would return to the mortal world.
Only someone like Laing who was extremely resistant to necromancy and good at sealing all kinds of psionic energy dared to carry the staff on his back and firmly seal it so that it would not take the opportunity to cause trouble. Even so, Laing only had this ability after becoming a demigod.
"What do we do now? Laing, about the Lady. "Suria asked Laing worriedly.
The knights and nobles gathered in Zeon, Musillon, and Curona, constantly asking the Lady of the Lake, their Goddess, to give them an explanation.
"The leader is the new Duke of Le-Angoulême, Campbell Argyll de Le-Angoulême." Berliat said to Laing, "Your Majesty, his attitude is very intense. He wants the Lady and you to respond."
"He's the leader?" Laing said concisely.
"Sort of. He also expelled your governor. He said that he would give you and … the Lady fifteen days. Otherwise, he would personally organize an army and rebuild a new free Brittany!" Berliat said, "But he's actually returned to his territory. Perhaps he's already mobilizing the army."
"Mobilizing the army? Ha, let him do it. "Laing said calmly," Did you hear that? Everyone? Who do you think they're targeting? "
Before anyone could reply, Laing continued, "They're targeting the Lady, and they're targeting me. I'm the Lady's chosen king, and I'm the Lady's chosen champion. Everything I do is supported by the Lady and her church. If they can shake the Lady, they can also take me down.
"This is a chance." Suria said softly, "A chance to rebuild the order of the kingdom. If it's possible … do you really want to do that?"
The female knight didn't say anything. She didn't want to see the kingdom, which had just entered its prime, fall into the flames of war again.
"Let it go, everyone. I've thought about this a long time ago, and I've made preparations in advance," Laing said softly, "What I need to do now is to go back and see the Lady."
"The Lady?" Veronica, Teresa, and the others could guess the truth about the Lady. After all, they had many opportunities to meet.
"Yes, I want to see the Lady, and then I'll make a decision," Laing said directly, "I want to hear her choice."
"What's her decision about all of this?"
A few days later, Laing dismissed most of the army and returned to his duke's castle in Zeon.
Before the royal carriage arrived at Zeon's duke's castle, hundreds of knights and nobles crowded over. Most of them looked confused and uneasy, and a small number of them were filled with anger. When they saw Laing, they all crowded over, and some even wanted to stuff their faces into the carriage's window.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, what's going on?"
"Your Majesty, are the rumors about the Lady true?"
"Your Majesty, how can Her Highness Morgiana do this?"
"Your Majesty, please answer the question!"
Hundreds of knights and nobles, along with their families, were all crowded together. The Old Guard stepped forward and used a lot of strength to push them all away. Outside the duke's castle, the crowd was crowded and chaotic. At this time, the chaotic noise and panic had drowned out Laing's words. The most primitive madness and helplessness shrouded the knights and nobles.
They were waiting for Laing's answer.
Laing did not say a word. He and Suria got down from the carriage together. The Knight King noticed a few girls holding frogs by the roadside. He almost instantly understood what was going on. Under everyone's gaze, the king raised his hand, and the curse that lingered on the frogs disappeared. They rapidly expanded and developed until a few naked men in sweat regained their original appearance.
"The curse is gone."
"Your Majesty! Thank you! "
"Quick, Brad is back!"
"Oh, thank you, Lady. Lady above."
While everyone's attention was on the "frog princes," Laing took the opportunity to enter the duke's castle and ordered the drawbridge to be raised, blocking all the noise outside.
"As long as I can't see it, it doesn't exist." Laing smiled at Suria, who was following beside him.
Suria did not know what expression to show.
"Where's Morgiana?" The atmosphere in the castle was not bad. Since Laing had lived in the Fontainebleau Palace for a long time, Zeon's castle seemed a little desolate. This was true for villas and castles. If no one lived in them for a long time, they would need a lot of extra maintenance costs. Otherwise, they would age quickly.
"Laing, you're back?" Morgiana, the witch of the Lake Goddess, appeared from the shadows. Unlike before, she looked a little haggard, probably because of a series of recent events.
Did Morgiana know the truth about the Lake Goddess? Laing did not ask, but he believed that Morgiana undoubtedly knew.
"I want to see Lady. I know she's here." Laing did not hesitate at all. He took off his cloak and subconsciously wanted to call Suria's name, but then the Sun King realized that there was no dark elf beside him, so he simply handed the cloak to Suria and said directly.
"Lady is waiting for you inside, Laing." Morgiana looked very tired, and the witch of the Lake Goddess was not in the mood to give Laing any hints.
"Does she know what happened?" Laing asked softly.
"She knows. Lady is now in a difficult position." Morgiana sighed and looked at Suria, Teresa, Aurora, Veronica, and Silvia standing behind Laing. Seeing that there were no outsiders, the witch of the Lake Goddess added, "This involves the future of the kingdom, so she wants to talk to you alone."
"Alone? Suria is not going?" Clayon was a little surprised. Between him and the Fairy of the Lake, nothing could be done without Sulia's knowledge!
"Lady said that only you can make the decision." Morgiana gently opened the door.
When Leon stepped into the Goddess of the Lake's tower, he saw that the Goddess of the Lake was sitting behind a table in her private bedroom. Today, the Goddess of the Lake was wearing a pearly lace mid-collared, backless peacock dress. Her thick, lush, and dazzling golden long hair fell straight to the ground. From afar, it looked like the moonlight sprinkling down from the brightest night sky, so smooth and smooth.
The white moonlight sat there, her delicate oval face as beautiful as ivory without any expression. Even her green eyes were closed. The goddess put her hands on her knees when she heard Laing's footsteps. Her slender legs wrapped in sparkling white silk pantyhose under her dress shook slightly, and the heels of her pink bowtie heels tapped on the ground. "You're here, Laing? Have a seat. "
There was a long chair opposite the goddess, and there were two bottles of fine wine on the table. Laing recognized them. They were the famous wine of the Elven Empire — Chivas Regal. There were also six goblets on the table, three in a group. Two of them were empty, while the other four were full.
"You seem to be very free, my lady." Laing did not hesitate. He walked to the opposite side of the Lake Goddess, pulled out a chair, and sat down gently.
"So it happened, my dear Laing." The Lake Goddess sighed slightly. Seeing that Laing was seated, the goddess said, "We need to talk. It's about me, and it's about you."
"I don't think there's anything to talk about about me." Laing said in a low voice, "As for you, my lady, you can choose to continue protecting your position and tell everyone that you're the human god. I think my power and my brother Luo Jia's power can help you. Or, if you want to reveal the truth, I'll support you. I just don't understand."
"What don't you understand, my dear?" The Lake Goddess poured Laing a goblet of fine wine gracefully.
"If a rumor is not confirmed, it will always be a rumor." Laing leaned back in his chair. The Knight King said softly, "Although the rumor is very credible, and there are many coincidences and similarities, everyone, including the knights and nobles, is just a statement from you. You can continue to be mysterious like you have been for thousands of years. The New World Project has been canceled. Why don't you come out to calm the public? As long as you make a statement, the kingdom will soon be quiet. "
"Yes, I know, but I don't want to pretend anymore. I want to stand with you openly." The Lake Goddess pursed her lips and said seriously, "Laing, I have a suggestion. It's not only for you, but also for the old man behind you and your brothers."
"What suggestion?"
"Have you considered … have you really considered the idea of the human and Eldar Empire reuniting?"
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