"What did you say? Truminsky, they all ......"

When he heard the news from Adler, the Duke of Incre jumped up from his seat and poured all the red wine he was holding on his clothes, but he didn't realize it, and just looked ahead with a blank face.

"Lord Duke......" The surrounding noble ladies and ladies all looked at him with stunned expressions, of course they couldn't hear Adler's voice in arcane art, but knowing and being interested was the greatest advantage of these noble ladies, they immediately realized that this was no longer the time to drink and have fun, and they all stood up and saluted and retired.

It wasn't long before Adler flew in from the balcony, his face extremely ugly, agitated and angry, and a little uneasy.

“... Mr. Gawain, the Guardian Hand, escaped alone, and I have investigated his injuries, which were indeed caused by a seven-ring arcane 'gut extraction'. Moreover, the elven druids have contacted the dead this morning, and they have found very serious traces of the distortion of the laws of life caused by the undead arcane in the Valley of Silverblood, and they have sent someone to track it down......"

The duke's face was still blank, and from time to time there was a flash of anger in his eyes, but the main thing was that he couldn't understand the reason behind this incident at all. He didn't like the clergy very much, but he knew that they would never lie about their beliefs, so there was nothing to question even if it was just Gawain's words. All he could ask was, "Who is it?" and why?"

“...... Judging only from the evidence currently available, the Arcane Revival would be the largest, and almost the only suspect. Adler sighed, apparently having thought it through. "Those Westerners' gifts have elemental intermittent gems, chaos crystals...... They are all special products that are only convenient to generate under the laws of the world on their side, and the main material realm on our side is a rare material that cannot be generated naturally and can only be discovered by going to the astral realm. These materials are indispensable for high-dimensional arcane projects, and they are useless to ordinary families and forces, and only we and the Arcane Revival Society can use them. They had been watching for the material before, but it was only then that there was confusion within themselves, which was collected by the Minsk Lords...... We were careless, and we thought that this organization had completely collapsed, so we didn't take precautions to ......"

“... You're right, it's our own carelessness. If they want to relocate the Star Temple, these materials are necessary, and it is much more reliable than trying their luck at digging up the ruins of the Empire..... It seems that they have not completely collapsed, and they still have sufficient execution power, and they can actually find out our plan clearly and set up such an ambush......" The Duke nodded, he also thought about the logic clearly, the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated, and all that was left was anger. "How dare they do it to Inclave? Do they think that Incre has never been in a confrontation with anyone, so it's easy to deal with? Do they think so? I think it's very necessary to correct their misconceptions. Did you find out what happened to the deceased?"

Adler shook his head: "No...... Probably not either. After all, it was a trap that the Revival Society had planned. They were waiting to attack in the Valley of Silverblood, because the wind elemental disorder there would cause strong interference with the arcane traces. ”

"Good. So let's help. We in Inclave should pay our respects to the temple once in a while. The Duke said with a blank face. "Send the news back to Inclave and have Ledo bring all of the combat crews of the 2nd Combat Pioneer Regiment. Remember to make it clear to him, it's all. In order to prevent this folly from happening again, we must make sure that all the Plainsmen see what the Inclaves are really like. ”

"I know how you're feeling, Robert, calm down a bit. Adler patted the Duke on the shoulder. "This is Oroyosta after all, and, although it is now inferred that this is the case, no definite evidence has been found yet, has it?"

"Nema, we are not enforcers of the rules, we don't need evidence. The duke looked at Adler with a blank face, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "We just need to show our position, our anger and our strength, and those who are afraid, those who are afraid, who are afraid, will naturally rush to present the evidence we need. ”

Almost at the same time, Oroyuta was in an unknown basement somewhere.

"Looks like we're in trouble. Professor Jefferson, the vice-president of the Alpha Revival, stared with a frosty face at a message sent from a secret source.

"I don't know who did this or for what purpose. But there is no doubt that they feel that the Alpha Revival has been reduced to a place where people can be oppressed and framed at will.+027-step...... What a bad misunderstanding......"

In addition to the cold chill on Vice President Jefferson's face, there was also a little helplessness, the Arcane Revival Society has indeed fallen into an unprecedented low point now, and this planting is also so perfect that people are speechless, they have indeed robbed the gifts brought by those Westerners before, and after the accident in the Star Temple, it stands to reason that they do need these rare materials.

But the fact is that they now have a safer and more efficient plan, but they can't put it out and advertise it.

"Who the hell is it...... What do you want to do?" Jefferson lowered her head and pondered, but after thinking for a while, she still shook her head helplessly, with the current manpower and execution of the Revival Society, it was too difficult to obtain enough information. “...... But we can't let them do that, at least we should make a statement. Huey, do you say yes?"

"Hmm... Yes. ”

A casual and cautious answer rang out on the other side of the basement, where Huey Griffin, the other vice president of the Revival, was sitting on his two conjoined girl puppets and looking at what was ahead. It was a large pit with a diameter of more than fifty meters, which occupied most of the space in the basement, and in the faint lighting, it could be seen that it was full of all kinds of corpses, some human, some animal, some whole, some only partially stumped, some had been ossified, some were decomposing and deformed, and some looked like they had just died, and it looked like a hodgepodge of oversized corpses of the extreme types imaginable by ordinary people. And at this moment, a pot of corpse chowder is slowly wriggling, as if there is an invisible giant hand stirring in it, and it seems that this pot of corpses has life on its own.

Jefferson narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought, and only after a while did he open his eyes and speak: "In view of our current lack of execution, this statement must be impressive, irrefutable, and at the same time have some practical benefits." Then it's all you have to do for a hard run, Huey. ”

"Ahh Vice President Griffin replied weakly. Other than that, he was still motionless, just looking at the big pot of super corpse chowder in front of him that was slowly wriggling, his face was sluggish, and he seemed to be thoughtful.

In contrast to the anger and confusion of these two sides, in the scorching fortress thousands of miles away from Oroyosta, the commander of the Night Stalkers' forces, Baron Moria, the Younger, was knocking on the door of the legion's commander, Count Amos, with a happy face.

"Lord Count, those things ......" Little Baron Moria, as soon as he spoke, saw Count Amos make a gesture, and he immediately stopped.

There are no outsiders in the earl's office, and the protective measures here are very good, even the reconnaissance arcane above the seven rings cannot detect everything that happens here, but the earl is still very cautious, he knows very well what kind of people they are provoking this time, what kind of energy and means they have.

Count Amos got up from his chair, and the ground in the center of the office collapsed and descended, revealing a staircase that went down, and he got up and walked down the stairs, and Baron Moria, Jr. hastily trotted all the way behind him.

The stairs were steep, and Count Amos strode downward, while Baron Moria, who was following behind, could only keep up with them by carefully rolling and rolling - if he didn't want to go down the stairs, he had to lie down on them and climb backwards to keep up with Count Amos. But the night owl steward, who was usually pampered and generous, did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction, and tried his best to smooth out his breath while crawling and said with a smile on his face: "Lord Earl is really like a god, this time the plan was completed perfectly, we almost used the least cost to pry the situation, I really can't help but want to express my admiration......"

"It's okay here, but don't talk nonsense. Count Amos opened his mouth to warn his men. In the underground space beneath his office, there is the Southern Legion's most rigorous arcane circle of detection and detection, a legacy of the Imperial era, which is enough to withstand the detection of the arcane of the Nine Rings of Cause and Effect.

"Yes, yes. Your Excellency the Earl. Little Baron Moriah hurriedly stopped his sycophancy and seamlessly connected the news that he had to report before. "We've checked that batch of things, and as the former Revival members reported, they are all interstitial gems or something. Since Incley needed this, then their god-making plan could be determined. Hmph, a bunch of barbarians in the highlands actually want to learn from our God of War Temple to create gods. But they actually fought the idea of Millie, the god, I really don't know what the god of art can do? Are those barbarians going to sing and use arcane arts? hahahaha......"

"Don't underestimate them. From the time Old Rhodes bought ownership of Inclave Heights from His Majesty, they had a long-term plan. Although it is true that the war has given them the opportunity to rise, their vision and skill are beyond doubt. ”

Count Amos kept walking, walking faster and faster, and the little Baron Moria, who was following behind, almost had to let go of his hands and feet and roll and fall all the way down to keep up. As he went further and further, the Earl's interest seemed to be getting higher and higher, and he had the leisure to casually explain to his subordinates behind.

"Also, don't underestimate Millie. It was the Empire's first minor god to be fashioned with arcane art. There is a reason why the empire chose her in the first place, and even the god of forging, which is obviously more functional, has to be put behind. Unlike those clergy, we arcanists do not project our spirits thoroughly into the realm of lawfulness, and we do not feel the sense of belonging and satisfaction that comes from the soul, and while we gain absolute freedom, we are also more likely to be tempted by desire to sink. Needless to say, the normalization of the desire for power, fame and fortune, the use of alchemy hallucinogenic potions to anesthetize, the indulging in nightmare circles and the reluctance to wake up, and simply enslaving succubi for fun, these are all problems that once caused the empire a great headache. These things may seem small, but they have shaken the entire arcane civilization from the foundation. It is impossible to prohibit these things purely by strict punishment, because once people have no worries about food and clothing, they will always have all kinds of spiritual needs. That's where Millie comes in to be a great way to complement it. What do you think is the habit of watching theater that began to prevail in the late Empire and has been flourishing ever since?"

"Ahh......h "If it weren't for the Earl's words, I didn't understand the mystery at all, and it seems that my vision was still too short-sighted. In the general direction of these major events, it is still necessary to learn more from the Earl and ask for instructions......"

Count Amos seemed unimpressed by these sycophants, and only continued: "... The situation with Incley will only be worse than that of the Empire in the long run. They can still maintain their passion and simplicity during the arduous period of grass-roots creation, but once they have achieved enough stability and prosperity, the internal problems will only grow more and greater, after all, they are just a group of vulgar craftsmen without ideals and honor, and luxury and corruption will quickly hollow out their foundations. Moreover, in view of the conflict between the empire and the church, they had suppressed the development of the church and the temple in Inclave, which also caused their foundation to be unstable, and compared to other obviously tendentious secondary gods, Millie, a god of pure neutral pleasure, was of course the most suitable. Moreover, with Millie's faith attracting their attention, they can slowly repair the magic web......"

Little Baron Moria, who was crawling wildly, answered at the right time: "It's a pity that all their delusions and plans are now in vain. Now they're like our marionettes, just waiting to bite the two mad dogs of the Renaissance, and better of all, pull the Westerner envoys into the water, it's going to be too hilarious..."

"Hehe, but it's best not to underestimate them, none of these three parties are opponents who can be ignored. Now that our plans seem to be going well, it's hard to say what they will turn out of. No amount of elaborate planning can be fully grasped, and we must leave enough room for contingency......"

At this time, the stairs below finally reached the end, revealing a huge underground space, hundreds of illuminated crystals inlaid into the rock wall, illuminating this underground space as bright as day. Count Amos strode over to a crystal countertop in front of him, looked at the dense array of characters that appeared on it, and nodded in satisfaction.

“... The progress seems to be going very well, with almost no rejection. I really didn't expect that this Elemental Limit Golem, which had not yet been completed in the Imperial Era, could be made in my hands, as long as I have this, it is not just a matter of strain margin, as long as I am willing, it will be easy to turn Incre into a wilderness again...... Hahahaha......"

Looking at the very center of the space, even Count Amos, who had never been smiling, couldn't help but laugh. There was a huge crystal container, and dozens or hundreds of moving tentacles were slowly dancing inside, surrounding a stout and strange body in the middle, and from time to time spit out a piece of something from the tentacle to place it on this strange body, or tear a piece from it and swallow it inside.

This strange body is not very large, only about two meters high, but it is unusually stout, like a clay doll as thick as its hands and feet, the whole body is purely composed of dark metal, densely arranged with various gems and crystals, forming a complex and orderly pattern.

If it was just such a body, it would be a clumsy golem, but the head of this body was a living head, a head without a single hair and a face full of fierce flesh. Judging from the particularly thick bone structure, as well as the muscles that each fiber seems to be full of explosive power, this should be a dwarf, but the dwarf's skull has been uncovered, revealing the black brain marrow soaked in the solution of the crystal container, and a dozen tentacles are squirming on it like leeches, and the dwarf's eyes are still wide open, but there is no longer the slightest vitality and vigor in it.

"Those stupid clergy, especially those long-eared sluts, often say that the stream of fate is unchangeable, and the will of the gods can't stop anything, and in the face of great arcane, where is there such a thing as an irreversible fate? I look forward to their expressions when they see this elemental limit golem! This is a superweapon designed by the Empire to crush those elven lair!"

The little Baron Moria, who followed closely, gasped for breath and shouted arrogantly in cooperation, as if he was going to set off the storm that swept the continent with his own hands.

"Even if there is a fate, fate must be on the side of the arcane, the Earl, otherwise how could we meet this strange dwarf who defected from the Sgut Mountains with a large amount of valuable arcane materials? How could we succeed in capturing him? Such an excellent carrier and many materials are the necessary conditions for the completion of this golem! As long as we have this, it is not a problem to crush the rough highlanders of Inclave and capture the secrets of those Westerners who use them to study the eleventh ring of the arcane. Lord Earl, this continent is in your hands, the glory of the arcane revival is in your hands, and destiny is in your hands!"