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Morgiana raised the Holy Grail in her hand.
The Holy Grail was filled with energy, and the Lake Goddess Witch released the Wind of Magic stored in it. Thunder rumbled in the clouds. Morgiana chanted a spell in a low voice, guiding the power of lightning.
"Ahhhhh!" The male serf looked to be in his thirties. He was scared out of his wits. He fell to the ground and retreated. In front of him were dozens of zombies and ghouls.
Zombies were the lowest level of undead that could be resurrected immediately. These undead had lost their consciousness and even their instincts. They only knew how to attack the enemy under the control of the necromancer or vampire leader. The eyes of these zombies glowed with blue soul fire as they approached the serf step by step.
"Help! Help!" The serf screamed. At the same time, the Lake Goddess Prophet finished chanting her spell. She raised her hand and said, "Thorn Shield!"
Dense thorny plants grew out of the snow-covered ground, separating the serfs and zombies. The zombies were blocked by the thorns. The sharp thorns pierced into their rotten bodies, but it was to no avail. The zombies were blocked by the thorns. Their claws and teeth were not sharp enough, so they could only try in vain to break free.
The ghouls were much stronger than the zombies. Their sharp claws and teeth could tear through the thorns. In a few seconds, some of the thorns were torn apart. The serf rolled to his feet and looked like he was going to run for his life again.
"Eurino's Lightning Arrow!" At this time, Morgiana finally finished casting the Lightning Arrow. The light blue magic energy opened up the thick clouds. From the sky, a powerful lightning ball cut through the clouds and ruthlessly smashed into the group of Zombies and Ghouls. The explosion of lightning blasted the Zombies and Ghouls into pieces and turned them into ashes.
Some of the ghouls slyly hid behind the zombies. They were lucky enough to survive. When they saw Morgiana appear, they immediately ran away and disappeared into the forest.
The remaining zombies disintegrated almost at the same time, turning into real corpses and pieces of flesh.
Morgiana narrowed her eyes. There must be a vampire or a necromancer controlling these zombies! Seeing his appearance, it must have immediately cut off its control so that he would not be able to discover its existence.
Frowning her golden eyebrows, Morgiana wondered if the vampires in the Duchy of Bereon had become so corrupted. They could actually see these undead creatures openly moving around the village in broad daylight?
"Ahhh! I'm saved!" The male serf finally got up after rolling on the floor a few times. He was so scared that he almost peed his pants. He looked like he had just survived a disaster. When he saw Morgiana's cold face, he immediately knelt down and crawled toward her. "Your Highness … Your Highness … Your Highness …"
Clang! Morgiana unsheathed her sword, and a glowing rune sword appeared in her hand. The Lake Goddess Witch snapped, "Enough! Stay there and don't come near me! "
"Yes, yes!" The serf quickly stopped. Just as he was about to raise his head and say something, Morgiana suddenly heard a series of footsteps behind her. The Lake Goddess Prophet, Clement, exclaimed, "Your Highness Morgiana, behind you!"
A dire wolf with blue flames in its eyes rushed toward Morgiana at an extremely fast speed. It roared, and with a kick of its hind legs, it directly rushed toward Morgiana's back. A fishy smell and disgusting saliva came out of its bloody mouth.
Morgiana's eyes narrowed. She did not panic at all. Her right hand firmly grasped the hilt of the rune sword, and the sharp blade of the rune sword went straight into the dire wolf's bloody mouth. After that, the blade pierced through the dire wolf's body.
Just like that, the dire wolf's stomach was cut open by Morgiana's sword. Its intestines and blood spilled all over the ground. Under the protection of the Golden Belt, the disgusting blood and bodily fluids could not get close to Morgiana's body.
"Your Highness Morgiana? Are you alright? "The Lake Goddess Prophet hurriedly urged her horse to Morgiana's side.
"I'm fine …" Morgiana's beautiful face was full of seriousness. She looked at the corpse of the dire wolf and said, "It's just a despicable ambusher."
Then, the Lake Goddess turned her gaze back to the serf in front of her. It seemed that the serf was being chased by a vampire. The Mirror of Morgiana told her that the serf in front of her was also filled with the disgusting smell of vampires and traces of necromancy. "Are you a villager nearby?"
"Yes, I'm a villager from nearby Feuerbach. My name is Allen." The serf knelt on the ground and kowtowed. "Thank you very much, Your Highness. You saved my life!"
"Feuerbach …" Morgiana and Clement looked at each other. That was the village they were going to. The girl in the prophecy was in Feuerbach. "Are you a resident there? What's the situation in Feuerbach now? "
"It's not good, Your Highness. Since the continuous war, the number of residents in the town has sharply decreased. There used to be three to five hundred people, but now there might not even be two hundred left." The serf kowtowed again and again. "This year, the lord knight wanted to collect taxes again. We knew that we couldn't survive, so I wanted to go into the forest to see if I could find something to eat. But then I met the undead again. Sigh, if Your Highness didn't save me, I would've died. But there's only some rye and bran left at home …"
"Enough. Shut up and take us to Feuerbach." The Lake Goddess Prophet was too lazy to listen to the serf's complaints. If the Monastery of the Holy Virgin was a charity organization for serfs to complain, then the number of Brittany serfs lining up to complain could circle the old world one and a half times. So, she decisively stopped the serf from continuing.
Morgiana's face was cold. She didn't say a word. Obviously, she didn't take the serf's words to heart.
And so, the serf brought the Lake Goddess Witch and the Lake Goddess Prophet to Feuerbach.
This was a village that was already showing signs of decline. In the rain and snow, there were still a few militiamen and guards standing guard on the low wooden walls and sentries, but few residents could be seen. As far as the eye could see, the entire village was almost buried in the white snow. It was like a half-dead old man gasping for breath, trying to find his last chance of survival.
A shocking number of corpses were hung on the tree at the entrance of the village. The corpses were made up of soldiers from Estalia, unwelcome outsiders, and serfs who had committed crimes. Morgiana looked up and saw at least thirty or forty corpses.
The Lake Goddess Witch's authority was absolute. Under her orders, the royal knight who was enfeoffed in the village immediately ordered all serfs to come out of their houses and be questioned by the Lake Goddess Witch.
In the middle of winter, snow fell from the sky. About two hundred townsfolk were all called out. Morgiana immediately found the girl with excellent spellcasting talent. Then, ignoring the sobs of the serfs' parents, she ordered Clement to take the girl away.
It wasn't that Morgiana was cold-blooded. Instead, the Lake Goddess Witch knew that if these children with magical talent were not taken away early and nurtured in the divine kingdom of the Lake Goddess, their fate when they grew up was almost certain. They would be corrupted by Chaos in the process of trying to cast spells. In the end, these children would become excellent portals for Chaos demons, helping them appear on the Prime Material Plane.
There were very few exceptions. Corruption was only a matter of time.
When the serfs' parents begged not to take the children away, would they understand in their hearts that they didn't have the right to keep the children alive? And watch them become portals for demons? And bring destruction to the entire village or even the country?
No, the serfs wouldn't understand, so Morgiana wouldn't explain. The Lake Goddess Witch had already given the children a chance. If the families of these prodigies had the ability to send them to the Imperial Wizard Academy of the Empire to study, Morgiana wouldn't stop them.
After the matter was handed over, Morgiana signaled Clement to take the girl away. The Lake Goddess Witch directly used her powerful magic to open a portal. "Clement, you go back first. I'm going to Castle Braon to find Theodoric."
"Yes, Your Highness." The Lake Goddess Prophet took the girl and disappeared into the portal.
Morgiana's face was indifferent. She nodded and rode out of the village on Hillfaen. But in the snow, a lonely figure stopped her. "Your Highness!"
"Oh, it's you. What's the matter?" Morgiana frowned. What was this serf trying to do?
"Your Highness, thank you for saving my life!" The serf named Allen said while kneeling.
"If that's what you want to say, you don't have to say anymore. I got it," Morgiana said impatiently and signaled the unicorn to continue walking.
"Um, Your Highness, I know I don't have anything to repay you with." To Morgiana's surprise, the serf stopped her again. He took out something from his body with trembling hands.
It was a string of pearls strung together by a silk thread.
"What's this?" The pearl in the serf's hand looked bright and round. It was very beautiful.
"I picked this up at the seaside. I took it home and strung it up myself. I thought that this was the only thing that could repay Her Highness the Lake Goddess Witch's kindness. Please accept it, Your Highness!" The serf named Allen kowtowed and then knelt on the ground.
Morgiana saw such beautiful pearls and was somewhat fond of them at first glance. Thinking that the serf in front of her was indeed saved by her, Morgiana sighed softly and got down from Hillfaen's body. Under her gray dress, her spotless white boots stepped on the ground. Her jade-like hand wrapped in lace gloves shook, and the pearl chain in Allen's hand flew into Morgiana's hand.
The cautious Lake Goddess Witch checked the pearl carefully. After confirming that there were no traces of magic on it, she nodded. "Okay, I'll accept it. You can go back."
After saying that, Morgiana no longer paid attention to the serf and rode away on Hillfaen.
Allen watched the Lake Goddess Witch leave, and then he walked step by step towards his own town.
At this moment, some people began to talk about the serf who had escaped death.
"I say, Allen is really lucky. Three days ago, he encountered a pack of dire wolves in the wilderness and was saved by a passing Magus. Today, he was saved by the Lake Goddess Witch again."
"Yeah, I'm even wondering if he's the one chosen by the Goddess of Luck."
The serfs discussed animatedly, but Allen did not respond at all. He walked step by step towards his own house.
Closing the door, Allen stared blankly at the house of his serf, and then walked to the middle of the room. Then, as if his bones had been pulled out, the serf fell to the ground, losing all signs of life. Boiling blood flowed all over the ground.
Amidst the rapid bleeding, he turned into a dried corpse.
In the darkness of the room, a decaying and shriveled voice spoke. "Don't worry, everything will be carried out step by step."
"Yes, Godfather." There was a hint of confusion in the young voice. "But … Godfather, that b * tch's flood has seriously damaged Connaught's economy. Our original plan to attack Baldro next year has to be postponed."
"It's alright. For us, the one thing we don't lack the most is time … Morgiana won't be taken down so easily. We need to be patient, my godson." The shriveled voice said. "You've seen Morgiana's strength?"
"… Very powerful."
"If we can't take her down immediately, the nearby knights will come to support us within fifteen minutes, and then more knights …"
"I understand, Godfather."
"Very well. Then, according to the information sent back from Bereon, Theodoric will be holding a concert in Bereon's singing hall tonight. Looking at the time, Morgiana will be arriving at Bereon's castle around that time." The shriveled voice continued to speak. It seemed to be happy that the young voice understood the main point. "When that time comes, it will be time for us to act."
"I will summon an army of the dead to attack the singing hall of Bereon's castle. And you, take this opportunity to look for the nine books hidden in Bereon's library! Hehe … Hundreds of years of accumulation and concealment, it's time to show its effect. "
"Yes, Godfather!"
…
At dusk, the snow finally stopped. Morgiana had also arrived at Bereon's castle.
The main castle of Bereon was located at the highest point between the city and the island. There were many small turrets in the coordinated and integrated civilian buildings along the mountain to control the sea. The tall and sturdy towers in the streets could withstand an army with just one person. Many of the gardens and houses were enclosed spaces. Invaders would be cut off from each other and annihilated one by one. That was why the invaders of Estalia had attacked the castle several times, but every time, they had returned without success.
"Where is your duke? I have something to ask him. "The castle gate opened, and Morgiana's face was as cold as ice. She asked the guard directly.
"Your Highness, the duke is in the singing hall. There will be a concert tonight. You can go directly to him." The guard answered with some pride.
Morgiana's eyes flashed with a flash of displeasure. Compared to Berchemund, the Red Dragon Duke, who was known as the model of chivalry, Theodoric and Berchemund were the two sides of the same coin.
Theodoric wielded a huge battle axe and charged forward in battle. He coldly and cruelly split his enemies who had lost their ability to fight and threw their bodies to the ground. He always attacked head-on and rarely returned with injuries. His knights claimed that the power of war had descended upon the duke. As long as an enemy was defeated by him, he would finish them off.
He seemed to like killing.
"Lead the way!"
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