Emily bit her lip and didn't speak, but she still held Wren's arm and didn't let go.

Valogen, Astan, and Din Raj wanted to defend her, but it was about the bloodline of the Zogenburg family, and Weatherley's words actually made some sense, and they had thought about it before, so they all fell silent.

This made Weatherley even more emboldened, raising his chin and staring at Wren resentfully, as if Wren was his father's killer.

Wren looked at everyone and said indifferently, "The Dragonborn family will not change their surname to Augustus. ”

As soon as his words fell, Emilys looked up: "Wren......"

"Lord Earl!"

The three of Valrogan also exclaimed in unison, thinking that Wren had changed his mind.

Only Weatherley was proud in his heart, and deliberately said loudly: "Your Excellency, what a man says must be counted, please keep your distance from Emilys in the future, lest she become pregnant and give birth to a non-dragon offspring, which is a blasphemy against the Drogenburg family." ”

"Presumptuous!"

Emily was furious, and raised her hand to cast a spell to teach Weatherley, and Atans also drew his long sword and prepared to strike, he was completely on Emilys's side.

However, Wren reached out to stop them.

"Wren?" Emily was anxious and angry, but also very puzzled.

"He's your cousin after all, so you can't hurt the peace. Wren sneered and asked, "Mr. Weatherley, your loyalty to the Drogenburg family is impressive, but you don't seem to be a dragonborn, or bastard, and in Congartro's words, you are a 'mongrel'?"

The word mongrel, Wren is spoken in the Congatro language.

The language was very similar to Orion, belonging to the same language family, and with the help of a translated dictionary, he learned it in just a few days.

Those present heard it very clearly.

Weatherley's face flushed, he hated the mention of his origins the most, like an old scar, deeply engraved in his soul, and the poisonous blood of shame would flow out at the touch of it, piercing his heart.

"You're looking for death!"

As a grumpy storm priest, Weatherley was immediately carried away by anger and did not hesitate to make a move.

In fact, he chose to question the relationship between Emilys and Wren in person, and he didn't have any brains.

But others have brains, and they react quickly.

No sooner had Weatherley's attack begun than a shadow flew out of Dinkraj's hand, obscuring his vision and making him invisible to Wren, then Astan's longsword arrived, slapping the back of his neck with the spine of the sword, interrupting the spell, and finally a massive eight-clawed spider summoned by Valrogan spit out white silk, binding him to death, hanging in mid-air, unable to move.

Emilys stood directly in front of Wren, using her body as a shield.

With one breath, Weatherley was contained.

Wren stood in place, not even moving a finger, looking at all this indifferently, as if it was not himself who was attacked just now.

"Let go of me......" Weatherley cried frantically, struggling desperately in the thick cobwebs, his eyes bloodshot, his hair flashing, his roots standing up, and he shouted angrily, "Valogan, and you two, I order you to let me go." ”

The three of Valrogan were all a little embarrassed.

They were all vassals of the Drogenburg family, and it was indeed a crime to attack Weatherley, but they couldn't watch Weatherley attack Wren. If Weatherley hits Wren, even if he can't hurt a single hair, the restoration plan may be ruined and irreparable.

"Let him go. Wren said.

Valogen did not hesitate, and immediately let the octopus spider loosen its large jaws, and Weatherley, who was bound by the spider's web like a dumpling, fell to the ground, but his limbs still couldn't break free, and he looked very embarrassed.

Only his head could move, and he stared at Wren hatefully, not saying a word.

"Mr. Weatherley," Wren said condescendingly, "you won't let me get close to Emilys, and you can't have children, so who has the qualifications?

"Of course. ”

Weatherley replied proudly: "In this world, only me and Emilys can give birth to a dragonborn, I know that your strength is very strong, and you are a student of the Holy Soul Wizard, so what? You and Emilys's descendants will inevitably have a blood soul curse in their bodies, and they can't cultivate the family's meditation method, so they can't become dragonborn." ”

"Without the Dragonborn, the Drogonburg family would have no reason to exist. ”

When he said this, his face was proud and fearless, "Only I can make the Zhuogenburg family regain its glory, and if you have the ability, you will kill me, hahaha......"

Piercing laughter echoed through the room.

Wren looked at the others, frowned, and asked, "Is what he said true?"

"It's true. It took a long time for Emily to nod bitterly in acknowledgement, and whispered to Wren to explain the reason.

The birth of the Dragonborn family is an attempt by Bahamut, the god of good dragons.

He blessed the ancestors of Zogenburg to transform human souls into dragon souls to see if they could lift the Blood Soul curse.

The end result is half the battle.

The transformed humans were unable to lift the curse, but the powerful dragon soul suppressed the effect and onset of the curse, and there was no need to cultivate by fusing demon souls like other transcendents, nor did they need the soul transformation ritual.

The Blood Soul Curse remains, passed down from generation to generation in the souls of the Dragonborn.

If the Dragonborn combines with ordinary humans and gives birth to offspring, half of the souls belong to humans, and the Blood Soul Curse begins to prevail and takes effect again.

When the Dragonborn ancestors discovered this problem, they decided to intermarry in order to maintain their power and bloodline. Incest is costly, and it is difficult for the Dragonborn family to produce normal offspring, and once they find that the baby is defective, they will immediately dispose of it and prevent them from growing up.

As a result, the Dragonborn family's population has never been able to grow.

They ruled over Congartro for more than 3,000 years, and during that long period of time, the number of members of Drogon Castle did not exceed 100 at its peak, and the average number was only 20 to 30 for most years.

Emilys is the only pure Dragonborn in existence.

She can only give birth to a dragonborn by combining with Weatherley, because Weatherley has a quarter of the dragon soul, and the descendants of the two, the dragon soul accounts for more than half, and she can cultivate the meditation method of the Drogenburg family, suppress the blood soul curse, and transform the soul into a real dragonborn step by step.

The future of the Zogenburg family is completely pinned on two, and neither one can die.

This is also the confidence of Weatherley.

For the sake of the future, Valrogan and the others can only give him a few points, otherwise, everything they have done for decades is meaningless.

"Emily line, he's just a mortal, not even a legend, don't take him too seriously. Weatherley said proudly: "He is only a student of the Holy Soul Wizard, not the Holy Soul Wizard himself, he can't be the master, Wezeland Floating City needs our money, and he still wants to cooperate with us." ”

"Even if the wizards of Wezeland retreat, don't worry too much. ”

"Give me another two years, and I'll probably be promoted to Legend, and when the time comes, I'll invite the Church of the Storm to cooperate, and my lord will be more than willing to spread His faith in Congartro. ”

"How can a mere floating city compare to the Storm Church?"

"It won't be easy to reclaim the kingdom by then!"

Speaking of the back, Weatherley's face became excited, as if he had seen himself lead the believers of the church to conquer Congatro and ascend to the throne.

However, the crowd was indifferent to his rhetoric.

Is it so easy for the Storm Church to borrow? just a legend? and tear up the cooperation with Wezeland, who will bear the consequences?

Wren watched him perform quietly, and suddenly said, "I don't have a Blood Soul Curse. ”

These words are like a shock.

Everyone looked at Wren in unison, and Weatherley looked incredulous, "Impossible, you're not a Holy Soul Wizard...... It can't be!"

Others weren't quite convinced either.

Emilys was convinced, and she barely hesitated, and a sharp long sword appeared in her hand, and she took two steps forward and swung it down.

Burst!

Weatherley's head flew up.