Volume 15 The War of Kings! Chapter 39

After Ostram left, Luo Lan felt that if the elves really had that blueprint, then Cerome's purpose must not be as simple as forming an alliance.

Cerome had been visiting the Order's elites lately, including some of the nobles and lords, and he had made things so high-profile that he seemed to be more afraid that people would not know about it.

If the drawings are in the hands of the elves, then his actions are easy to explain.

This is to keep the picture under wrap so that they have time to digest what is on the drawing.

In this case, Luo Lan didn't need to expose the tricks of the elves, as long as he maintained the current situation, it was enough.

It's just that he is not suitable to come forward at this time, and after thinking about it, at present, only Nisdega can be qualified for this negotiation role.

Therefore, he called Nisdegar over, and said: "The envoy of the elven clan is still with me, and there is no other suitable person around me now, and you are quite good in this regard, but there is one thing you need to pay attention to, you have to find a way to delay this matter a little longer, but you might as well agree to it on some inconsequential issues, don't let them think that we are not sincere, and it is better to let us think that we are still vacillating between the black elves and them, waiting for each of them to make bigger chips, I say so, do you understand?" ”

"My lord, I understand, please rest assured, I know what to do. ”

Although he didn't know what it was, Nisdega knew from experience that the so-called alliance was no longer the point, but he still had to make an alliance with the other party, and he didn't want to know if it was used to confuse the opponent or for some other purpose.

In fact, this matter is not very difficult to do, because he does not actually have any rights in his hands, so as long as he makes a decision on the surface, he can make a decision on everything.

When he was in the Order, he often played this role among the noble lords who fought against each other, and it was easy for him to deal with these matters.

"My lord, Lord Abner is out there asking to see you. "The attendants outside are shouting outside.

Luo Lan's expression moved, thought for a while, and said, "Let him in." ”

"Then my lord, I'll quit first. Nice Degas bowed and walked slowly backwards.

It wasn't long before Abner, who didn't look good, walked in with his squire.

Luo Lan raised his hand and said, "Brother Abner, please take a seat, the assassin is still under interrogation, but nothing can be seen from her confession alone." ”

Abner shook his head and said, "My lord, I'm not here to talk about it. ”

"Huh?" Luo Lan couldn't help but glance at Abner, and felt something in his heart.

Abner said in a deep voice, "My mentor once gave me a very important drawing. After a pause, he added, "Although I haven't seen it myself, I can be sure that it exists."

Is that really the case......

Luo Lan said quietly: "Since you can affirm its existence, then you must have your own reasons, but no matter what kind of drawings it is, why do you come to tell me? Although we are sometimes on the same side, no matter what, you are still the chief monk of the Mage Society, and you must be well aware of the difference." ”

Abner's expression became even more aggrieved, and he sighed: "Originally, I thought so, and I may not have the intention of regaining my strength with the help of your prestige, I think you also saw this very clearly, but this idea changed because of one thing. ”

He raised his head and spoke a little louder, "It was for this drawing that I was manipulated by someone from the Mage Guild, and it was probably the hand of President Bivis, for whatever purpose, it shows that they no longer trust me...... Actually, after the death of the teacher, I could have expected this to happen. ”

He shook his head and added, "In the days since I came back, I have found that the people who were trusted by my former mentor have been transferred from important positions, and I have seen that they have not done anything, and these people will probably be very disappointed......"

Speaking of this, he looked at Luo Lan sharply and said, "If I can, I am willing to follow you to Bethlehem, I heard that there is also a mage tower there, presumably my unfinished ideals can be found there." ”

Luo Lan was slightly stunned, this was an unexpected surprise.

Abner himself was a disciple of Adriman, so it was needless to say that he had potential, and in any case, as the successor of the king, he must have a large number of followers around him, and if these people went to Bethlehem, they would have no foundation there, and they would have to survive firmly attached to him.

Hedamic is a commoner, and Abner is an aristocratic origin, which means that the mage forces can still compete with each other, so that they will not be dominant, and the benefits are many.

Thinking of this, Luo Lan's expression became a little more serious, and he said, "What about the conditions?"

"That's all about this drawing. Abner took a deep breath and said, "I can't get this blueprint back, but I know that you can, and maybe among the people I know, you can, and once the elves really recognize the value of that blueprint, it may lead to unpredictable disasters." ”

"Oh, is that a drawing really that heavy?"

"Of course," Abner nodded with certainty, "It is likely that it is the result of how to transform the elemental body, but I don't know exactly how, only that it should be very useful to the king and the strong, because I have been involved in some of these links, so I understand that this is very possible, because as a mentor, he has been very keen to conduct research in this area before, and you can imagine the value of it." ”

Luo Lan raised his eyebrows and said, "Where is that drawing now?"

"That's why I've come to my lordship," Abner said worriedly, "I suspect that the blueprint is now in the hands of the elves, and if so, it would be a great threat to anyone." ”

Luo Lan smiled slightly and said, "You have had contact with the elves on the surface, and it seems that you have a different opinion on what the world says the elves love peace. ”

Abner sneered: "If you want to say that the character of the elves is escapist, I won't believe it, it's just because of the rise of human beings that they have to withdraw from the continent, now think about it, what other powerful races on the continent besides humans can exist safely? For tens of thousands of years, I don't know how many races have been wiped out for human beings, isn't this how the giant race has died out? Even the dragon clan can only hide on the dragon island to survive, does this mean that the dragon race is also a peace-loving race? This is just a joke." ”

Luo Lan agreed: "Speaking of which, before the rise of human beings, the ancient elves have been competing with the dragon clan for hegemony in the continent, and their dynastic structure can be said to be the oldest system suitable for war, but the population has not been able to go up, and then it was copied by humans who are good at imitation, but it was suppressed by humans with a huge population base, coupled with the continuous emergence of human kings and powerhouses, the only way to avoid the end of being wiped out is to dodge." So having no ambition now doesn't mean not having it in the future, it's just that there are no suitable opportunities and conditions, and if you have that kind of thing that is enough to change the balance of power, even the most mediocre race will not be willing to be lonely, right?"

Abner said with some apprehension: "The elves are not short of materials, manpower, or knowledge, as long as the content on the drawings can indeed be realized, they will definitely do it." It's just that I'm not willing to let the mentor's work be stolen by them, so the drawings must be taken back anyway"

"Okay, I can promise you now. Luo Lan agreed without hesitation, "But it's not just to help you, because if it's really as you said, there is such an opportunity, the elves will never let it go." ”

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As Serome slowly tasted the spirits in his inner chamber, feeling them enter his throat and then burn in his chest and abdomen, he couldn't help but look at it with a pleasant look and a satisfied sigh in his mouth.

In fact, he didn't like the life of the elves ascetics, he longed for the human world, liked the material comforts here, and preferred the extravagance here.

The land of Apollo is vast, and there are many things that the elves can't think of, so this place is more suitable for the elves to live in, rather than the narrow Lemphinaya, not to mention, this is the place where his ancestors lived in the first place.

In his opinion, the rules that the elves have adhered to for 10,000 years can be thrown away long ago, and the world is no longer the world it used to be, so what's the use of holding on to those past glories? At best, it is just a fantasy behind closed doors.

Fortunately, there are still some who know how to do it, the first time he saw the drawing, he knew the value of it, he handed it over to the two adults at the first time, as for those elders, let them sink with their rotten heads, the elves still need enterprising people to complete the new world.

Coming here, this is his own request, and the alliance with Bethlehem at first they did have this intention, but now it is more of a smoke to buy time for the content of the drawings they have completed, and when it is completed, they don't have to care who has formed an alliance, but should think about when to start a war with humans.

Of course, if Bethlehem is willing to be on their side, he still accepts it, because they can't turn against the overlord of the continent as soon as they come up, but first they have to clean up the feud black elves, and then take the opportunity to expand their power, and when the time is right, then everything will not be a problem.

He picked up the wine glass in his hand, shook it slightly, and then brought it to his lips, but before he could drink it, he suddenly noticed that there was one more person in the room.

He was startled, his fingers only moving slightly, and several tentacle vines sprang out of the carpet, and they were extremely nimble towards the sudden intruder, and at the same time, he also quickly jumped up and retreated in one direction, which was exactly facing away from the corner of the wall, and there was a window in the distance, from which he could escape if it was not right.

Several of his movements were completed in an instant, and it was not at all obvious that he was still the handsome and elegant elven messenger, and his attacks were also extremely hidden, the vines on the ground were only trying to attract the attention of the other party, but the real killer was in the sky, where a magic chandelier was emitting a strange light. Faintly some kind of obscure magic fluctuation was being released.

He had already done something to it there, and there were at least seven manas stored in it, enough to deal with the surprise attack of any master below the fourteenth order.

Since he came to the human world alone, he has been prepared for the occurrence of today's situation, the other party may not be a black elf, but it may also be someone else, because various forces may attack him for inexplicable reasons.

His arrangement proved to be very predictable, and even the escape route was already prepared for him, there was always a carriage parked under the window, the outer layer was engraved with an amazing effect of defensive magic runes, and even the horses were special mounts that he had brought back from Remfernaya, and they would not be affected by any ordinary potions or magical attacks.

If the opponent is strong, then he can get out in time, as long as he is on the street, this is the headquarters of the Monks after all, and there are watchtowers and guards everywhere, and no one dares to blatantly hunt him down.

It's just that he didn't expect that this person was not just powerful, but the word "powerful" was no longer enough to describe it, and it was even beyond the scope of his own understanding.

The other man's foot only took a step forward, and he didn't see any other movement, and the vines that had been vigorous on the ground were trampled under his feet like dead snakes, and then withered, gray, until they disappeared without a trace.

And the magic above his head didn't have the effect it should have, the man didn't even look at it, just snorted, as if there was a time relapse, the magic lamp that had begun to shatter and bloomed with light actually condensed again, combined together, and all the light retracted back into the lamp again.

Cerromi didn't run, he froze, or he knew there was no point in running.

Because the situation in front of him had made him lose the confidence to escape.

There are many ways to fight against magic attacks, but there are no more than several, Serome knows that if you can destroy the magic before it is formed, then this is the most clever means, of course, it is not ordinary people who can do this, he also knows that after the magic is issued, there are many differences between high and low, and it is a little worse than the above one.

But he never thought that he could restore the magic that had been released to its original state, which was simply not something that mortals could do, it was like a miracle.

Seromi took out a handkerchief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, he bent down to the other party, and said, "I don't know which lord of the Holy See is coming?"

"Oh, can you tell I'm from the Holy See?" the other glanced him up and down, showing some interest.

"Yes, just see it there......" Serome smiled bitterly and looked at the chandelier above, and said, "I know that it is not something that ordinary magic can do, I am afraid that only the high divine skills of the Holy See can do it." ”

"You have a bit of vision, but you're wrong, even magic can't do that. The other party casually picked up the bottle of cerometry and poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth, then wiped his mouth, and said: "But I'm afraid you won't understand it when I tell you, you just need to know the distance between you and me, and don't have any unrealistic fantasies." ”

Romi had roughly guessed the identity of the other party, he didn't dare to say anything, the arrogance of the elf clan was not used to face the king and the strong, it was just self-defeating, "I don't know what the adults are looking for me?"

The other party smiled playfully and said, "I always like to solve problems in the most direct way, let me ask you, did the elves get that drawing of Adriman?"

Serome's fingers twitched, and then he bowed his head and said, "Yes, it's in our hands. ”

This time it was the other party's turn to be a little surprised, he didn't expect this elf to be so cooperative, he didn't hide it at all, and couldn't help but sneer: "You are very honest." ”

"Yes, in the presence of Lord Ostram, I know that it is useless to conceal anything, and that it will only increase my own suffering. Serome smiled bitterly and said, "Since the result is the same, it is better to say it earlier." "As for the splendor of the elven race, in his opinion, only if he can witness this point is it considered brilliant, if even his life is lost, then what's the point of talking about this?

"Well, now that I know the answer, you're useless. As soon as Ostram said this casually, his hand was raised.

"Wait a minute, please. Even if Serome calmed down, his face turned pale, there was never any reason for a king to kill a strong man, besides, he was just an elf, and he was killed in the human world I believe that no one would offend a king for him, so it was worthless to die in vain, he couldn't help but shout loudly: "Please don't kill me, I'm still useful to you." ”

"Is it still useful?" Ostram's hand was only halfway raised, but he didn't put it down, but just said: "Then you, what use do you have, if it really makes sense, I don't have anything to spare your life." ”

Serome gasped heavily, and said, "My existence can testify to the elven clan for you, if you want to deal with Lenfernaya, don't you still need a justifiable excuse?"

"You have a good idea, and your brain is moving quickly," Ostram's hand still didn't drop, "but I'm telling you, I'm here just to make sure of this, and after that, hmph, do I need any more excuses?

"Wipe them all out?" said Serome's face turned unusually gray.

"Yes, this thing may not cause such a violent reaction in the hands of mortals, but once it falls into the hands of a king, or a king who has the ability and conditions to complete it, the result will not be quite the same. Most importantly, you are not yet human, so it is all the more necessary. Ostram's voice was like a glacier carved from the depths of the Arctic Ice Sheet, with a chill that froze blood: "If you don't die, all kings will not be at ease." ”

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