"Viscount Bernard, I need the blood of the Golden Race, please help me"

Grote knelt on one knee in front of Viscount Bernard, a Northland warrior who dared to charge in the face of ten times more enemies, but at this time he was extremely humble.

Before the future of the Northland, this warrior who would not bow his head even if his body was pierced by a heavy sword, lowered his head high again and again.

Viscount Bernard gave him a deep look at his chief guard and shook his head.

"Grote, you should know what the Golden Race is like, and if you have the ability to hunt a transcendental-level dragon, I can tell you the news of a fire dragon.

But now, you can't even defeat me......

I can't help you. ”

Grote opened his mouth to say something, but finally sighed again.

Transcendental Dragon......

He does not lack the courage to face the dragon, but he does not have the strength to defeat the opponent.

Although he is not afraid of danger, he is not a brainless barbarian.

"I will use all the power of the Covenant of Darkness to search for the Golden Race for you, but for now, our goal should be the Twelve Magic Scrolls.

Grote, the artifact has unimaginable power, and I don't think it can solve the difficulties you are facing."

Hearing this, Grote's face showed a bit of complexity, and finally he sighed.

"Thank you for your help, Northland will always remember it"

After saying that, he stood up and hammered his fist hard in the chest.

When he came out of Viscount Bernard's residence, Grote still had a heaviness on his face that was difficult to release.

Although the power of the artifact was unimaginable, he did not think that the twelve magic scrolls could restore the life that had been consumed.

Currently, only the blood of the Golden Race can heal the Valkyries of the Northlands.

So he had to get the blood of the Golden Race within three months.

It's not even easier than hunting a transcendent being.

Isn't it all hopeless??

The royal family of the Northland, who was exchanged for the single horn of the Northland Dragon Rhino, which symbolizes the glory of the Northland, is it going to be as far away from him as the glory of the Northland?

Those black eyes were all blank.

This Northland warrior can't find a way forward at this time.

"Good day, Lord Grote," just then, a smiling voice came from beside him.

Grouter turned his head and looked at the visitor with some surprise in his eyes.

"Good day, Lord Amy"

He had little contact with Amy before, in fact, it should have been the profession that this Northland warrior had despised Amy before-Shadow Priest,

True bravery should be to dare to charge the dragon head-on, hiding in the shadows, it is a disgusting rat.

But now, Amy, who has become a 15th shadow high priest, is already qualified to talk to him.

So at this time, looking at the other party's thick smile, I didn't understand his plan.

"Lord Grote, maybe I have what you want"

Grote felt the burning gaze in Amy's eyes and frowned.

"Are you sure, Lord Amy?? What I need now is the blood of the Golden Race, can you get it? ”

With a faint mockery in his tone, something that even Viscount Bernard didn't have, what could a mouse who was chased all over the street by the low-level bishop of the Knight Temple some time ago?

But to his surprise, the shadow high priest did not get angry, but instead took out a transparent crystal bottle the size of a small thumb from his pocket, and there were a few drops of blood red with a pale golden face flowing in it.

Grote's eyes widened in disbelief at this scene, and he looked at the transparent crystal bottle in disbelief.

At this time, the energy exuded by the pale golden body fluid in the bottle was full of vitality, and he swore that this was the most vital blood he had ever seen, even more shocking than the blood of transcendent life.

Even the holy water blessed by the goddess in the temple of the goddess of life is far from comparable!

A title came to Grote's mind that made him shudder.

Golden Race!!

Grote, who was already close to despair, was overwhelmed by a huge surprise at this time.

Gold Race! Unexpectedly, I really found the Golden Race!

This is a high-level life like a dragon!

"Your Excellency Amy, please forgive me for my recklessness and ignorance, I swear to the god of war that I didn't mean to ......" Grote's tone was a mixture of anxiety and surprise, and he didn't apologize to Amy at all.

This Northland warrior has completely lost the pride he had just hauled.

"Dear Lord Grote, I'm here to make a deal with you"

Amy's tone was a little smiling, and she didn't seem to be annoyed by Grote's rudeness.

After hearing this, Grote asked urgently.

"Your Excellency Amy, do you really have the blood of the Golden Race? I meant to trade with you."

"Mr. Grote, this is the blood I took from the Golden Race this morning,"

Amy reached out and handed the crystal bottle to Grote.

Feeling the breath of life up close, Grote was filled with unconcealable excitement.

"What does it cost me to get it?"

It naturally refers to the Golden Race.

Grote shook his head: "I'm sorry, Lord Grote, the Golden Race is not for sale"

Grote's face changed in vain, but Amy's second half of the sentence relieved him slightly.

"This cub of the Golden Race was accidentally obtained by me and I at the Orc Border, and I don't think anyone knows the preciousness of the Golden Race better than you.

So I'm not going to sell it at any cost, but some blood isn't a big deal."

Amy had a big smile on her face.

"I also hope to win the friendship of Lord Grote, as for the price of blood.

I want the treasure of the Northlands, the Mithril Armor."

Grote's face changed slightly when he heard this, he didn't expect that Amy, a spellcaster, would choose this treasure.

Although the Mithril Armor is not as precious as the single horn of the Northland Dragon Rhino, it is his most important life-saving inner armor.

Forged by the Dwarven Master Forge from precious materials such as Mithril, Adamantite Gold, Underground Iron, and Lava Heart, the Silver Armor is a well-deserved treasure, and this Silver Armor saved Grote from fighting in the Northlands for twenty years as a young man, at least thirty times.

If he lost this treasure, Grout could even feel that his strength would drop by two layers.

"Of course, if you don't want to, then forget it, I swear to the goddess of magic, I ......"

Grote's eyes showed a little reluctance, but he still nodded resolutely.

"No, Lord Amy, I meant it"

The bloodline of the royal family of the Northland cannot be cut off, and the future Northland needs a king.

He had already paid for the honor of the Northland, the Northland Dragon Rhino Horn, and he didn't care about paying another precious piece of Secret Silver Armor for the Northland.

Although this may be his most reluctant treasure.

A big smile appeared on Amy's face as she took the openwork dense silver armor, which weighed only ten pounds and had a distinctively bright silver glow.

"Lord Grote, you should send your men out of the city with the noble Northland royal family."

"Out of town?"

Grote frowned.

"Of course, you wouldn't think I'd keep the Golden Race cubs in captivity in Green City, would you?" Amy had a strange look on her face.

"I don't mind if you bring more men, in fact I'm leaving Grimm City to venture out of an ancient ruin after this deal.

Maybe the next time I come back will be ten or twenty years from now, and then I think I'll try to break through the extraordinary" Amy's eyes were a little irrepressible with a bit of fanaticism.

Grote was a little disdainful when he saw this scene, these damn spellcasters, always thinking of taking a shortcut to get lost magic from the ancient ruins and becoming extraordinary.

Amy didn't seem to see Grote's undisguised expression of disgust, and continued, "If it weren't for the fact that the ruins were too dangerous and needed a piece of armor that could withstand powerful attacks, I wouldn't have exposed the existence of the Golden Race.

I don't think I need to explain much about their importance. ”

Amy's tone was a little unwilling, as if he had suffered a big loss in this transaction.

Grote's heart relaxed a little when he heard this.

Most of the original vigilance disappeared.

"No, I believe my old friend of twenty years, Lord Amy, I just need to bring a team of Northland warriors"

Amy waved her hand at all, "No, I think you can bring a few more teams"

The wariness in Grote's eyes vanished, and he nodded with a smile.

"As you wish"

In fact, whether Amy agrees or not, he will bring a few more teams of subordinates, and this inquiry is just a temptation.

And Amy's answer also relieved him, this person didn't have too much malice towards him, otherwise he should find a way to reduce his helpers.

Amy looked at Grote's kind gaze and cheered loudly in her heart.

The goddess of the night is above, and the wisdom of the ancestors is enough to make the sun fade.