"Stand down, you must not come in without my command!" St. Ulan VI commanded.

"Yes," the two guards saluted and left respectfully.

St. Ullan VI looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there was really no one, he picked up a silver dagger and swiped it lightly on his finger, and blood fell to the ground dripping down his finger. St. Ulan VI trembled and slowly put his blood-dripping finger on the emerald of the throne, and the already shining emerald suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling light, and then a rumbling sound sounded behind the throne, and a dark passage slowly opened on the ground......

St. Ulan VI tore off a tablecloth, bandaged his fingers briefly, picked up the bottle of eaux-de-vie and walked down the tunnel.

This tunnel was so long that St. Ullan VI had to take out the energy crystals on his body, and then pour his fighting energy into it to emit a faint light to ensure that he could continue to move forward. Legend has it that St. Ulan I did not die, he sealed himself with a very special magic, and he hoped that his children and grandchildren would be able to gather enough water of life to resurrect him. And what St. Ullan VI has to do is to use the water of life in his hand to resurrect his ancestor, it is rumored that his ancestor St. Ullan VI has the strength of level ten or above, if this is the case, then the current crisis can be easily solved.

As for the current water of life, which can only allow him to survive for a short time, St. Ullan VI did not think about it at all, and even before this, St. Ulan VI thought of using these water of life to replenish his life, and he never thought of resurrecting a person who could compete with him for the throne, even if that person was his ancestor......

At this time, the battle of Gardel had entered the white-hot stage, and the Rigard army continued to attack the breached gate but found nothing, and the nearly hour-long battle only left nearly 10,000 corpses on both sides.

Will Boslow looked at the battlefield with a grim face: "Ruin, the city gate is broken, and you can't even attack it!" The high-ranking generals around him bowed their heads in shame, and Rigard's traditions made them feel that they had lost face.

Will glanced above the West City Gate, where the ten magic towers had all been destroyed by the city-breaking level magic bed crossbow. "The air defense here is the weakest, order all the griffon knights to take to the air, and must take this section of the wall."

"Yes, Marshal!" Several griffon knight commanders responded in unison, and then left.

Soon the griffin knights took off from the camp of Rigard and struck the walls of the western gate......

The commander of the Praetorian Guard, Du Leiche, was frightened into a cold sweat when he saw this, and took a closer look at the western city wall only to find that the magic towers that could cover the airspace here had collapsed, and hurriedly said: "Quick, order other sections of the city to send people to support, it won't last long to defend here!" The herald did not dare to slack off, and hurried to the magic communication room......

In the basement, St. Ullan VI collapsed in a huge circle with a pale face, and the amount of blood consumed to activate this circle was too much, but fortunately he persevered.

At this time, the arcane magic circle was filled with the bright red blood of St. Ullan VI, and those blood wandered around as if alive and between the mysterious runes, and after a while, when all the runes were invaded red, the whole circle was finally activated. St. Ullan VI wiped the sweat from his head and quietly observed everything here.

After a while, the space in the middle of the circle distorted, and then a crystal nearly eight meters high and five meters wide suddenly appeared. In the middle of the crystal is a very strange creature, with its head and neck connected like a snake, and a pair of wings on its back, but it is not open at this time, it has two thick thighs and two small front paws. According to the royal records of St. Ulan, St. Ulan I was a descendant of the Regginian dragons, but at the moment St. Ulan VI was unable to associate this ugly creature with the Regginian dragons in any way.

And a question has been lingering in the mind of St. Ulan VI, in the entire St. Ulan royal family, only St. Ulan I inherited the characteristics of the Regginian dragon family, and the other members are far from St. Ulan I in terms of longevity and talent, is he really my ancestor?

The circle emitted strong energy fluctuations, and then St. Ullan VI noticed that the huge crystal was slowly melting, and the ugly creature had already opened its eyes at this time, and his breathtaking eyes saw St. Ullan VI's scalp tingling.

When the whole crystal was melted, he actually said, "How many generations are you my descendant?" What time is it? ”

St. Ullan VI respectfully knelt on the ground and replied, "I am St. Ulan VI, the Great Ancestor, and now the Kingdom of St. Ulan is facing a great crisis that you need to solve. ”

"Sixth? The crisis of St. Ulan is put aside, what about the water of life? St. Ulan I asked eagerly.

Only then did St. Ulan VI reluctantly take out a large bottle of water of life hidden in his body.

Feeling the strong breath of life in this bottle of eaux-de-vie, St. Ulan I hurriedly stretched out his small front grasp and snatched the crystal bottle, and then threw the bottle into his mouth and swallowed it directly, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling the vitality in his body gradually recovering, St. Ulan I asked again, "What else?" ”

St. Ulan VI lay on the ground and trembled and said: "That's all, this is what our royal family has worked hard to collect over the years, if it weren't for the great crisis of St. Ulan now, I wouldn't have woken you up in a hurry." ”

"What? You woke me up without gathering the water of life? St. Ullan I asked angrily.

St. Ulan VI was already speechless by the coercion he exuded.

"Rubbish, you've messed up my entire plan!" After saying this, St. Ulan I trampled St. Ulan VI into a pulp.

St. Ulan I's huge eyes surveyed his surroundings, and then his body grew smaller and smaller until he took on the form of a human old man.

"What kind of crisis actually made this unscrupulous descendant wake me up? Hum! St. Ulan I snorted angrily and left......

Gardel and Rigard relied on the raid of the griffin knights to occupy the entire western wall, and at this moment the army of Rigard and St. Uran had already engaged in a fierce street battle. The efficiency of the killing of professionals is much faster than that of ordinary people, and the street fighting that lasted less than half an hour caused the loss of nearly 40,000 people on both sides, of course, the largest loss on the St. Ulan side, and the Rigardians believed that if they held on for a little longer, the will of the St. Ulan army would be extinguished by themselves.