Current facts.

Before Valoran officially separated from the Kingdom of Stoke, Modrian was still a canonized baron in the kingdom, at least nominally, so in terms of address, he was addressed in the same way as an ordinary nobleman......

Guy Craigie Varrant.

This former Great Prince, now the supreme power of the Stoke Kingdom.

Looking at Guy under the dark night sky, Modrian was a little surprised, this is an unexpected situation.

As for the invaders, he had considered that it could be the noble scouts of the realm, or the lizardmen of the kingdom of Besilik, or the abomination of the plague god of the Gate of Sorrows,

I didn't think it would be the ruler of the kingdom, and he appeared alone in the fortress of Lakstak,

"Something isn't right." Svein reminded abruptly, a scarlet color flickering wildly in his eyes, a faint black mist hidden in the night. "According to the information collected by the Shadow Streamers, the so-called Majesty Guy should have just stepped into the path of legend, but this guy in front of him is not just legendary."

The steps stopped, and Modrian quietly stepped back, his expression solemn, he never ignored Svein's speculation, because he had never missed a mistake until now. At the right time, Ion's mental fluctuations were linked to his mind: the human body suspended in mid-air had a restrained frost aura, which was terrifying and huge, but it was still within his ability.

Very unusual thing.

Ogest's heart was a little annoyed, walking in the kingdom with this human body, he enjoyed many courtesies and worships, which made the soul that had been boring for countless years slightly active, and full of inexplicable self-satisfaction, but finally encountered setbacks in this legendary territory.

He looked at the emerald green branches peeking out of the void, the cold frost stirring in his eyes, turning into azure runes and slowly swirling.

This is the ontological division of the soul in the autonomous warning, indicating the danger behind the branches.

"Valoran, it's really not easy, I'm eager to find out which old guy made the shot?" Ogst was cautiously on guard, none of the old guys who could enter the main material plane at this time were fuel-efficient lamps, and he didn't want to lose this hard-won human body that fit the soul.

A sound of surprise sounded in the night, and a memory flashed in Ogst's eyes, a very familiar voice, in the Harriman Castle of Edalas, a gathering of nobles in the secret meeting and oppression of power, the person in the memory was ..........

Modrien Perris, lord of this legendary realm.

Ogst glanced at the source of the sound out of the corner of his eye, and in a short period of time, countless thoughts surged in his mind, holding him hostage? Gangsters and hostages? Planning a route out of the fortress? Or do you want to find out the old guy behind it?

Until he saw the silver-haired middle-aged man in a black and red coat, and the sky-blue bluebird that landed on Modrian's shoulder, his eyelids couldn't help jumping.

"Can I curse?" Ogist's mind popped up with strange thoughts, rummaging through his long-lived memories, and there didn't seem to be any very vicious swear words, and he never encountered the current embarrassing situation. "Three demigods? No, it should be said that at least three demigods. "There are already three guys who are comparable to the strength of demigods in front of him, and as for whether there is a hidden one, out of the dark thoughts of human beings, this is for sure.

"So now, who can tell me why there are so many demigods in the legendary realm?"

Putting aside the anxiety in his heart for a moment, Ogst noticed the faint hint of the dangerous existence behind the emerald green branches since the appearance of the human lord, and he was a little confused, and immediately looked at Modrian, realizing that the meaning represented was not simple.

Lifting the blue and white robe, Ogst revealed his face, his blue hair was scattered over his shoulders, and his white and indifferent face seemed to have lost his feelings, slightly stiff and weird: "Baron Modrian, I haven't seen you for a long time. The familiar tone did not show the majesty of the lord of a country.

He is not an ordinary human king, at least he is an existence within his soul, so he can see a lot of things clearly in terms of insight and vision.

The existence of demigods, who have embarked on the path of pursuing divinity and aspiring to ignite the divine fire, is far from being comparable to legends, especially in the main material plane, where demigods are almost equivalent to the top existences, and they watch over the many greatness of the eons and eternal existences.

So Ogst was surprised by the number of demigods that existed in Valoran's realm, and their respectful attitude towards a human lord, which filled his heart with confusion.

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other." Modrian was cautious and never came forward.

Looking at the 'Guy' in front of him with deep eyes, he recalled the scene when he first met, the indifferent and arrogant Royal Highness the Prince, in pursuit of the supreme power of the kingdom, pressed him to enter Limontamlu and explore the obstacles to clear the way.

Memories of the past, and because of this, Valoran led the kingdom of Stoke to show his bloodthirsty fangs.

"What I want to know is, who is Your Excellency? Guy wouldn't have entered Valoran's territory so rashly. Modrian chuckled softly and said nonchalantly, but the meaning of the words was secretly known to both parties.

The straightforward attitude made Ogst's expression change slightly, and it was obvious that his soul hands and feet had been discovered.

The respectful attitude was restricted, he straightened his body, a blue glow overflowed in his eyes, and pure transparent frost suddenly descended in the black night, and the endless chill that spread from the ground turned into an absolute extreme cold realm.

"Greetings to Frostwhisperer Ogst." The indifferent words sounded, and Ogst saluted slightly, like a ritual between human nobles, but it was even more ancient.

Click!

The spread of frost stalled in front of the stairs, and Svein stared at Ogst with interest, his crimson left hand burning with crimson energy, the black mist hidden in the night seemed to be a raging tide, bursts of low crow chirps came from the mist, and bright red eyes alternated and swirled densely around the area.

"I smell the familiar, bottomless abyss? Ha, I've been dealing with you a lot lately. ”

"Sure enough, it's the power of a demigod, but why can't you smell the smell of divinity?" Ogst looked at Svein with a solemn expression, the cross-shaped blue runes in his pupils spun faster and faster, could it be those madmen who seek the truth?

"I have no ill will, unlike the god of the plague hate, I have come to seek cooperation." After showing his strength, Ogst controlled the Extreme Cold Realm to shrink around him, and threw out a message just right: Hate the God of Plague.

Looking at Jana on her shoulder, Modrian nodded slightly, then walked to Svein's side and said with a smile: "Cooperation? And the demons of the bottomless abyss? A fake smile hung on his face, and he was starting to get used to it. But I've heard of your demonic spirit of contract... Well.... Is there fraud? ”

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