"Even if the mortals do their best, they may not be a match for the army of Chaos. If it is really necessary, Nagash can resurrect all the undead in this world. That way, we may have a chance." The Lake Fairy closed her eyes. "So, my original plan was that if necessary, I could sacrifice the mortals to resurrect Nagash."
"That's a terrible idea." Laing said with disappointment. But he also felt a little helpless. Even his father, the Emperor, was forced to cooperate with the Spirit Race's Grim Reaper after his resurrection. "But sometimes, that's how it is … But, my lady …"
"Are you still calling me 'my lady'?!" The Lake Fairy stared at Laing with hostility. She put down the Holy Grail and walked to Laing.
"Uh … Lady Lilith …" Laing said awkwardly.
"It's Lilith!" The Lake Fairy patted Laing on the shoulder with her small hand.
"Alright … Lilith, what I want to say is that perhaps you don't need to seek help from the undead. At least, you don't need to seek help from Nagash. Nagash and the vampires he created are two-faced creatures. They have broken their promises many times in history. These despicable and untrustworthy creatures are not worth trusting." Laing touched his chin and rejected the Lake Fairy's opinion.
"But if that's the case, the mortals' power is not enough to fight against the army of Chaos." The Lake Fairy stared at Laing. "But, Laing, after seeing you, I changed my mind. Your existence proves that we are not the only ones fighting against Chaos, right?"
Laing did not answer. He just nodded gently.
"Great!" The Lake Fairy's eyes were no longer hazy. The goddess happily threw herself at him and kissed him on the cheek. "Sure enough, you are the best gift from the subspace. White Wolf Yurick, that idiot, doesn't know how to use you at all."
"Don't be complacent too early, my girl … Lilith. If you can't create specific conditions for me, I won't be able to summon reinforcements." Laing picked up the Lake Fairy and put her on his body. He looked at the Lake Fairy's beautiful face and seemed to remember something. He deliberately said, "I heard from the Lord of the Woodland, Dalina, that every night of the new moon, Alaros would bring his beloved falcon to patrol the woodland, hoping to meet the beautiful Lilith again."
The voice of the Chosen One had a strange indescribable tone.
"Ah!" The Lake Fairy helplessly sighed and covered her face with her hands. She sat on Laing's lap and shook her head in distress. "I really don't know how to talk about this. Alaros is really … After he woke up, he told everyone about how he met me and saved me. After a long time, almost all the wood elves knew about the relationship between Alaros and me. They first thought that Alaros was fantasizing about me, but all kinds of rumors spread wildly. You know, my champions, the Eslais, usually hide in the forest and don't come out. Their days are long and boring. At night, they light a bonfire and gather together to tell stories is one of the few joys."
"Understandable … Hahahaha!" Laing couldn't help but laugh. The Chosen One laughed so hard that his eyes were squeezed together. He covered his face with his hands and laughed very presumptuously.
The Lake Fairy felt very embarrassed and annoyed. In the end, the goddess herself couldn't help but laugh.
Yes, in the long lives of the wood elves, except for war and ceremonies, they rarely came into contact with the outside world. Their lives were very boring. Laing could imagine how this story would be changed by the wood elves around the bonfire until it became something else.
"Just as you imagined, Laing, Alaros, and my story was gradually changed into a mess. Rumors spread like a goddess marrying a man of lower status, saying that in order to repay a debt of gratitude, she had sex with him in the wilderness. Of course, all the wood elves knew that this wasn't true. They were just using this method to mock Alaros's improper thoughts." The Fairy of the Lake picked up the wine cup on the table and took a sip: "Aralos didn't understand what I meant at all. After he chose to become Aleil's Chosen One champion, he can no longer become my Chosen One champion."
"In the end, it was you who broke the contract first. Before Alaros became Alaros's Chosen One champion, you made me your Chosen One champion." Laing pointed out the immorality of the Lake Fairy.
"Since I have you, I don't need Alaros, my champion." The Lake Fairy shook her head. "In every sense, you are better than Alaros. You can provide me with energy at will, allowing me to enter and exit the prime material plane easily. You have a powerful will and strength, and you are also the nemesis of the corruption of chaos. With you and Tegris, it's enough."
"What do you think about Duke Leon's possible possession of the Nine Scrolls of Nagash?" Leon changed the topic, but his expression didn't change.
"Gods belong to gods, and mortals belong to mortals. I can't interfere in this matter by bypassing the king and Morgiana, but I will pay close attention to the progress of this matter." The Fairy in the Lake continued to arrange everything. Her pink lips moved slightly as she uttered some moving words, "Do as you wish, my champion. I will be your solid backing."
"Then, I need to unify the power of the entire country to welcome the third invasion of Chaos that may come soon. Even if I want to become … can I do that?" Clayon asked seriously.
"Of course! Why did I come to the Old World? Why did I perform miracles here? Because I need an army that is loyal to me. I need to have my own strength. " The Lake Fairy said in a low voice. "Among the elite elves, the Sword Saint belongs to Horus, the Phoenix Guards belong to Asuyan, the Eternal Queen's maids belong to Yisha, and the Dragon Princes of Kaldor only believe in themselves. I have the Knights of the Holy Grail."
"Just do it, Laing. A bigger territory and a higher title will be yours to fight for. I have already paved the way for you. I will support you until you achieve your goal." The Lake Fairy whispered in Laing's ear. "In the future, you will be the father of the new Asuyan … This is the promise between you and me."
"I don't think I agreed …"
"You must agree! Because you are my champion! " The Lake Fairy suddenly turned around and sat on Laing's body. She grabbed Laing's collar. Her green eyes were full of danger. She released a huge amount of divine power. "I have already given up my plan because of your appearance. What else do you want me to do?"
At the same time, as the Lake Fairy and the Goddess of Dreams and Luck of the elves, Lilith's divine power was comparable to that of the main elven god. She was even stronger than many human gods. Her divine power was enough to shatter ancient giant beasts.
However, it did not affect Laing at all.
"That is because there is a problem with your plan! Lilith, I am only pointing out your problem. " Laing held the Lake Fairy's soft hands and said helplessly, "Whether or not I appeared, your plan was destined to fail."
"I don't care. I chose you, and you chose me. This is the choice of fate. Laing, this is our promise." The Lake Fairy pointed her finger at Leon's chest. The Holy Grail was glowing, and the Divine Fire that belonged to the Lake Fairy burned brightly, illuminating her jade-like face. "I have foreseen it. Fate has bound us together, and we cannot be separated. Separation will only lead to destruction."
"… Can I trust you, my lady?" My lady? "Ryan finally became serious.
Indeed, as the Lady of the Lake had said, the alliance between them was the most advantageous choice at the moment. The Lady of the Lake had already shown her utmost sincerity by revealing her godly fire, which represented the origin of the gods. If Leon was really a despicable person, he could even seize Lilith's godly fire by relying on the fact that the Lady of the Lake was not proficient in close combat.
Laing knew that he couldn't wait any longer.
He had been in this world for 23 years, and he was promoted from a Lord's adopted son to a Baron. From the perspective of this world, his promotion speed was like a rocket. However, he didn't have another 23 years!
…
This year, the winter in Brittania was exceptionally cold, especially in the Duchy of Connaught. The land that had been ravaged by floods was now undergoing a long and tedious reconstruction. The vampire count's forces had suffered heavy losses in this battle.
This caused the Blood Red Duke's plan to be delayed. The great former Duke of Aquitaine, who was now the leader of the Vampires, planned to go all out in the war between the Knight King Kingdom and the Orcs. He wanted to reclaim the throne of the Knight King that belonged to him.
The Red Duke's plan was foiled by a mysterious visitor. The visitor told him, "Just like the many battles you've fought before, this time, you'll suffer a crushing defeat."
"You know who I am, Blood Red Duke."
Yes, the Blood Red Duke knew who he was. He was the Lord of the Dead, Necromancer Nagash's most loyal servant, Lich King "Black" Akerhan.
Relying on his powerful necromancy magic, Akerhan had awakened and enslaved the souls of 12 Holy Grail Knights. They were bound by Akerhan's necromancy magic. Apart from one Holy Grail Knight's soul that barely managed to break free and escape, the remaining 11 Holy Grail Knights were incorporated into the undead army. They were given a new title – Black Holy Grail Knights.
With his own power, Akerhan gained the trust of the Red Duke. In the middle of Winter in the tower of Musillon Castle, the Vampires and the Specters were discussing their next move.
Akerhan wore a large crown and held a large Necromancy Staff in his hand. His staff burned with cyan Undead Fire. His temperament was that of an honest and considerate elder. When he spoke, the Lich King's tone was refined and courteous. Even though he had become an Undead and a skeleton, he still wore a gorgeous Elven silk robe and an exquisite Runic Armor to dress himself up.
In comparison, the Blood Red Duke was wearing a black and red cursed plate armor. He was holding the family sword that had been passed down for generations by the Duke of Aquitaine. His deep eye sockets, pale face, rotten nose, and protruding cheekbones all indicated that he was already a vampire.
A golden goblet was filled with the delicious fresh blood of a young girl. The Blood Red Duke raised the goblet and drank the blood in one gulp. He could feel the wonderful sensation of the blood flowing down his throat.
This was called happiness.
Vaguely, the Blood Red Duke looked at the golden goblet in his hand and fell into a trance. He seemed to remember that many years ago, when he was still a human, when he was still a Duke, he seemed to be searching for something similar. At that time, he didn't rely on human blood to survive. He was once the role model of a Knight. He once …
Thud! The golden goblet filled with gems was smashed at the bottom of the stairs of the castle tower. The happiness that he had obtained with great difficulty was filled with jealousy and fury. When he was sealed by the Lake Goddess Witch, the Blood Red Duke, who was sealed in the graveyard, had spent centuries in powerlessness and fury. Now, he would seek revenge on this country.
The golden goblet that was smashed at the bottom of the stairs attracted the attention of Akerhan, who was whispering to his godson, Matthew Bard. The Lich King said politely, "Our most respected and trusted friend, my Duke, what has caused you to be unhappy? Can you tell me?"
"Who are we going to kill now?" The Blood Red Duke was filled with rage. He stood up and was about to summon his army. "We'll kill whoever you say!"
Flocks of bats flapped their wings and flew past the tower. Their sharp and unpleasant cries could be heard. After the Blood Red Duke had taken over Muxilon, he had tried to make the castle as luxurious and grand as his previous one. However, as time passed, the Blood Red Duke had lost interest in maintaining this hypocritical glory. Now, the area was occupied by faded tapestries, rusty armor, and dense spider webs.
"Please be patient, my friend." Akerhan shook his head gently. A small spell calmed the Blood Red Duke down. "It's not time yet. Patience is a virtue and a necessary means to victory."
"When can we act?" the Blood Red Duke said impatiently. "I've waited long enough."
"Very soon, my Duke." Akerhan walked down the stairs. He looked at the twisted and depraved Muxilon. "We need to wait until spring comes and the snow melts. Otherwise, we won't be able to do anything by ourselves. The Bitch of the Lake's rule over this country is deeply rooted. The existence of the Holy Grail Knights is a deterrent to all the enemies in the dark, including us."
"This situation won't change even if we wait until spring!" the Blood Red Duke continued.
"It will … and we need a partner," Akerhan said. He looked up at the sky.
The sky was covered by dark clouds. A huge zombie dragon soared in the sky.
Riding on the dragon's back was a bald man. His arms were bare, and he held an ancient cursed sword in one hand and a sickle in the other. There was not a single hair on his smooth head. There was only a trembling scalp, pale skin, and a pair of silver eyes.
Akerhan nodded. All the vampires were Nagash's subordinates. They could not resist him, just like how the Holy Grail Knights could not resist the Bitch of the Lake.
"You're finally here … Man Frey von Karstein."
"Master needs your strength."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
