In the tent, Laing leaned against a large bathtub and enjoyed Olica's service. The dark elf took off her coat, leaving only her maid's skirt and a white headscarf on. She sat on a small stool behind the bathtub and rubbed Laing's back.
On the other side, Veronica was also taking a bath, while Garland was enjoying the service of two apprentices. She used a curtain to block Laing's view and the apprentices' view. Both sides maintained the sound of water.
The tent was filled with mist. Laing did not have any major wounds on his body, only a bruise on his head caused by a spider. After today's bloody battle, Knight King let out a long sigh and leaned against the edge of the bathtub. He scooped up some hot water and asked Olica, "Olica, can you make prophecies?"
"Prophecies?" Olica gently rubbed Laing's back. Her soft and tender hands made it impossible for Laing to tell that they were used to hold a magic staff or a dagger. Seeing her master's expression, the dark elf licked her lips and whispered into Laing's ear, "Why are you suddenly interested in prophecies? Master? "
"How much do you know about prophecies? Olica. " Laing did not answer Olica's question. He only asked, "Tell me everything you know."
"Prophecies have always been regarded as something that only cowards and fanatics would believe in." Olica gently helped Laing tidy his long black hair. The dark elf thought for a moment and said, "Generally speaking, prophecies are illusory and unpredictable. For fatalists, on the one hand, they want to know the prophecies and try to avoid possible disasters. On the other hand, if the prophecies can be avoided, then the prophecies are destined to be inaccurate. Therefore, we have always regarded prophecies as a possible development of the future."
"Hmm … Indeed." Laing nodded. As his psionic power improved and condensed, he could occasionally see some vague images, but they were all very blurry and difficult to distinguish. "What else? Tell me. "
"Generally speaking, the more powerful the target of the prophecy, the more power is needed. The clearer the prophecy, the more power is needed. As for the rest, master, I am not a wizard proficient in prophecies. You should ask your Lilith. She is — "
"Shhh …" Laing immediately signaled the dark elf to be quiet. He then switched to the elven language and told Olica about the Stragney girl. "Do you think this is a scam? That weak woman who only knows a little bit of divination witchcraft can prophecy about our expedition? "
"It is possible." Olica said in a low voice, "According to your description, Master, that woman's divination is unconscious. Her emotional fluctuations made her use the energy of the subspace, and she made a prophecy unconsciously and aimlessly. This kind of prophecy is the most realistic, but it can only be found by chance. Master, you know Shaman King Malekith, right? For thousands of years, he was troubled by a prophecy. "
"What prophecy?"
"The Shaman King once learned from a prophet that he would die at the hands of a male elven wizard …" The dark elf talked about Nagaros.
Dark Elf Shaman King Malecis panicked after receiving such a prophecy. This Shaman King was actually a fatalistic believer. After all, he used to be the favorite and worshipper of the Lord of the Phoenix, Asuryan.
Therefore, Malecis strictly prohibited any male wizard or sorcerer among the dark elves. Anyone who violated this rule would be killed without exception.
However, dark elves, high elves, and wood elves were different. The rule of Shaman King Malecis and Shaman Queen Morasi relied more on fear and force. The dozen or so Dreadlords under them were not convinced. Therefore, many of the Dreadlords secretly raised some dark elf wizards and sorcerers. The Shaman King knew a little about this, but considering that there was no progress in the war against high elves, he decided to turn a blind eye.
However, the Witch King was still terrified of those particularly powerful male Elven Wizards, such as Tigris. Malekith had always been very afraid of facing high and tall Elven Wizards, so he would avoid them if he could.
"As for more about the prophecy, I don't know much about it." Olica shook her head. "Master, you should ask Lilith. She's the expert in this field."
"I see." Laing comfortably crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and wanted to relax.
"Dear, what are you and Olica talking about?" On the other side of the curtain, Veronica's voice came with a little curiosity. "Or are you discussing something shameful?"
"We're talking about how blonde hair is valuable and black silk is more expensive. If it's Kato Megumi … Ahem, if it's Suria, both can be discarded." Laing laughed. "What do you think? Dear? "
"Ha, man, isn't your Suria dressed up as a blonde with black silk?" Veronica knew that Laing was deliberately changing the topic, but still said sourly, "I know what you like. Are you really going to listen to the prophecy of that Stragni girl?"
"There's no harm in listening to it. Or do you think that I'll be affected by that kind of inferior magic?" Laing said unhappily.
"Speaking of which, dear, that green-skinned warlord is only at the peak of the legendary level, but you couldn't take it down after several rounds. Why do I feel that you've become weaker? You didn't use so much effort when dealing with the undead and Chaos. "Veronica asked the second thing that interested her." Is it because you're not in a good condition recently? Or because you're not used to the environment? "
"You can understand that. I have bonus damage and specialization against Chaos and the undead, but none against the green-skinned creatures," Laing said helplessly, "That's why I can only rely on brute force."
After chatting for a while more, Laing finished his bath and changed into a new set of clothes with Olica's help. He returned to his tent and sat down to cool down. He also took out the map. Heavily injuring the warlord of the Ironclaw tribe was an unexpected gain. Injuries inflicted by the Goddess of Vengeance weren't that easy to heal. As long as Bellegar continued his investigation and laid out a siege plan, conquering Ironcliff shouldn't be a problem.
Up until now, the expedition had already cost 150 thousand crowns. Laing did a quick calculation and felt ashamed. Even if they included the spoils of war, the Brittany's expenditure was still more than 100 thousand crowns. After all, the spoils of war belonged to the knights and soldiers and only 50% had to be handed over. After that, Laing still had to pay the witches who didn't participate in raiding. So, the expenditure was far greater than the income.
If the battle went on for too long, the expeditionary army wouldn't be able to hold on. However, if they ended the battle quickly, they would be easily ambushed and surrounded. There were green-skinned creatures everywhere, so Laing had to be careful. Otherwise, the elites of the kingdom would be wiped out.
Faced with such a situation, even Laing himself felt the pressure. As the king, he was the one who made all the decisions of the military. He was also the one in charge. If the army failed here, the burden would fall on him.
Just as Laing said to Veronica, his power was better at dealing with chaos than the dead. Laing himself didn't have much of an advantage against the green-skinned creatures. As for the characteristics of the original body, Laing was the gray knight's genetic prototype. His strongest point was his immunity to chaos and his super high magic resistance. Therefore, his fitness and close combat abilities were at a disadvantage.
How could he play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses? The king was thinking about the direction of the future.
"Your Majesty." A servant came in and said, "The deputy leader of the independent group, Durant, wishes to see you."
"Durant? Why isn't this cupcake with his cats and dogs? Why is he here to see me? " Laing's train of thought was interrupted. The king picked up the hot milk on the table and smiled. "Did he say why he is here?"
Durant was a very powerful legendary warrior. He was good at using spears and two-handed swords, but he did not like close combat. He especially liked to use his well-maintained long musket and short musket to fight enemies. Therefore, some of the knights despised this mercenary leader. They said he was a coward and that real men should fight in close combat. Therefore, they gave him a nickname, "cupcake."
Durant did not care and accepted the nickname. He even used cupcake to make fun of himself on occasions. It really made the knights lose their temper.
As for the cats and dogs, that was in the past. When Black-Hearted Repp and Durant were fighting for the position of the overlord of the eastern prince's territory in Britzka, because Black-Hearted Repp had the support of the Brittany, Durant and his army were no match for him. The mercenary leader was so angry that he called his men a bunch of cats and dogs who could not fight against Black-Hearted Repp.
"He said he has something very important to talk to you about," the servant said in a low voice. "My king, do you not want to see this guy? Do you want me to reject him for you? "
"No, let him in." Laing shook his head. "I can probably guess what he wants."
After the previous incident, Black-Hearted Repp's value to Laing had infinitely decreased.
He needed to support a new spokesperson in the border prince's territory.
… I'm the new spokesperson's cut-off line …
An hour and a half later, all the commanders of the expeditionary army had arrived in the king's golden-domed red and blue tent for dinner. Laing sat on the main seat, wearing the king's robe. His handsome face was glowing like a god. On his left sat Kalad, and on his right sat Bellegar. The knights of the Holy Grail were lined up in a row, all of them eating and drinking. Except for Laing, everyone was fully armed. The whole tent was filled with a murderous aura.
"Bring her in!" Laing raised his hand, and two Old Guards dragged in a disheveled Stragnite girl. She was heavily shackled. The woman was not tall but very slim. Her skin was a little dark, and her black curly hair was messy. Her big black eyes were indifferent and cold. She had not eaten for a long time, and her face was blue. With the help of the Old Guards, she knelt on the ground, but everyone could see that if she put on makeup and cleaned up properly, she would be a very beautiful young woman.
"Name?"
The girl opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was dry, and she could only make a shrill sound. Laing motioned for the old guard to bring water. After the girl drank a big bowl of water, she said, "Esmeralda, the divination witch of the Stragnites."
"I heard that you have a prophecy to tell me?" Laing continued, "Tell me your prophecy, all of it. If it's useful to us, maybe I can let you live."
"… I need to get my card." The Stragnite girl said to everyone, "My card. You took it away. Give it back to me. Without it, I can't reproduce my prophecy."
"Who has the card?" Laing asked loudly.
"It's with me." Antelm took out a deck of tarot cards. The Count hesitated for a few seconds, but seeing Laing's firm attitude, he handed the card to the Stragnite girl, "Very well, witch, tell me everything you know. Tell me everything. If you hide anything, you'll never see the sun tomorrow."
The girl took the tarot cards, and under the gaze of the knights and dwarves, she began to pray. She chanted an ancient language, as if she was communicating something. Everyone was on guard, and all the knights unsheathed their swords. If there were any strange movements, they were ready to kill the girl on the spot.
"At six o 'clock, an ancient door will be opened for the king. The power of the ancestors will soak into the mountains and seal, revealing the secret in the cave." A king's card was placed on the ground.
"The other king and his knight allies are also here." Another king's card, and several knight's cards were placed on the ground.
"At twelve o 'clock, the green tide of destruction will attack the two kings and the knights from behind, and the two sides will have a real decisive battle." The mystery card of the tide of destruction was put down.
"At three o 'clock, the curse of Moscrib will also join the melee." The Moscrib card, which symbolized the Months of Evil, glowed with green light.
"But in the end, the appearance of a huntress ended the whole war. Blood, so much blood! Everything ends in blood, all blood! The world is doomed to drown in a sea of blood, and the Bloody Queen will be the final victor of this war! " The Stragnite girl suddenly screamed, "All blood, nowhere to run, no way to run, this is our destiny!"
The tarot cards were suddenly filled with blood. Blood visible to the naked eye suddenly emerged from the card and covered the whole card. The blood seemed to have a consciousness, and it rushed directly towards the Stragnite girl who had fallen into madness!
"Scorching Gaze!" Veronica showed her power. Wizard Garland raised her hand and cast a light spell. The beam formed by Hessian's Wind hit the blood on the ground, making a sizzling sound like oil. The tide of blood receded, the tarot cards were burned, and the Stragnite girl fainted.
"Take her down and watch over her. Give her a bite to eat." Laing carefully looked at the burnt tarot cards on the ground.
Six o 'clock? Twelve o 'clock? Three o 'clock?
The two kings should be referring to Laing and Belega, and the green tide of destruction should be referring to the Green Skins. There was no doubt about that.
So what was the curse of Moscrib? The Skaven Rat Man?
Who was the huntress? Who was the Bloody Queen? Were the two the same person?
Everything ended in blood, which meant that the expeditionary army would fail?
Laing's heart was full of confusion.
"My king?" Kalad was also more and more confused. "Do you have an opinion?"
"I have some ideas, but they are not mature yet." Laing frowned. "Let's eat first, and wait for the evening. I will pray to the lady and ask her opinion on this prophecy. I will inform you as soon as I have news."
"Yes!"
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