Anyone else might have lashed out at Mullen - even if he really had no other way. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he no longer even belongs to his body and soul now, let alone his territory and output, he dares to take out the black iron transaction is only relying on the gray robe lady's favor for him- Of course, he knew that Grenada needed black iron because it was expanding wildly, every piece of iron ore he provided, every pound of black iron, every strip of steel would become the armor and sword in the hands of Grenada's army, and maybe in the near future, the shadow of death brought by the wings of the red dragon would even cover the sky above the Highland Normans, but if he didn't do anything now, then the Highland Normans would become another southern nation- More than a thousand years ago, the southern kingdoms were also a powerful and unified empire, ruled by a wise and tolerant emperor, but unfortunately he became obscene and stupid as he grew old, and in just a dozen years, he tore a country larger than the current Highland Normans into hundreds of principalities and city-states.

And with this painful and long process, like a woman's childbirth, is accompanied by war, fire, death and desolation.

The soul of the other world is silent, the other plane is peaceful and warm, but it is also one-sided and temporary, some people have joked that history is a documentary of war, hot war, cold war, partial, comprehensive, human blood is also surging with the desire to conquer and kill, so it will not blame Mullen, is there anyone better than it can understand the pain contained in the eight words "divide for a long time, and divide for a long time"? Its country, which had been torn apart and at war, would bleed from the printed squares whenever it looked through the records.

"You say you're loyal to Leona," said the otherworldly spirit, "then you should know what they're doing." ”

"Speaking of which, I think I must thank you in advance," Mullen said, bowing deeply as he said, "They have rested their armies and recruited soldiers on the Dragonfire Islands, and countless Norman outcasts can find their place on the side islands, as well as the Grand Duke of Harvey in the Castle of Cape Beach," Mullen said, and then he saw the black-haired spellcaster's raised eyebrows, and suddenly realized that perhaps the news had not yet reached the ears of the noble man: "Castle Pills is no longer a free city now," he said. " It is now a principality, and the former Consul of Harvey has become Grand Duke Harvey. "Speaking of which, Mullen's mood was a little low, the Archon of Harvey was a man of integrity, he couldn't believe it when he got this information from the bard, but many places, many things, many people were changing, just like a long time ago, he did not think that he would become a slave in a gray robe.

"The Grand Duke of Harvey has taken some women and children into," said Mullen, "and a new round of war has begun on the Dragonfire Islands - the Normans have joined as mercenaries of Amos, and before I leave the Normans of the Highlands, they seem to have won a victory, and obtained two small islands - of course, they are yours, and the Normans will always return to the Normans of the Highlands." ”

The Otherworldly Soul nodded, Maren seemed to be still worried that he would be jealous of Birdwin and Leona, but the Otherworldly Soul didn't regard the side island as its own territory from the beginning, it was Beavis's, the lich just made up the identity of Beavis's disciple, not to mention the entire island, even those magic appliances and scrolls taken from the White Tower The otherworldly soul will find time to return it - not to mention that no one knows, it knows enough.

"So they're not in a bad situation right now. ”

"But that's all there is to it," said Mullen, "and the flanks are weak in this regard, from priests to mages, including Adel and the rest of Rosada's followers, and a few priests of Ilmut and Tyre, and paladins, we only have more than a pair of fingers to do. And our enemies, the lords of the islands alone have dozens of spellcasters at their disposal, not to mention the new king, who is said to have built hundreds of temple sanctuaries for Gredi, and these buildings are filled with powerful warlocks and priests who know how to fight as well as the mages of Thundercastle, and several, I mean, who have rejected King John's blackmail or knights and lords who have been attacked by demons or demons - None of the 100 or 200 men in the castle at that time had escaped with their lives, and we know that it was the work of those filthy red robes...... Uh," he paused awkwardly, and the man standing in front of him was also wearing a red robe.

"It's okay," the Otherworldly Soul said of the knee-high white robe that Malen felt so familiar with, "Think of me as a peanut." The soul of the other world said solemnly, and then even Mullen couldn't help but smile briefly at the metaphor of the whole image.

"What about the priests and paladins of Rosada and Tyre, and Suren and Ilmot...... "The souls of the other world read the names of the good gods one by one.

"Two priests in Ilmort tried to assassinate King John," said Mullen, "but they were caught by a warlock at King John's side and executed on the charge of being an assassin, and King John was furious and issued a decree to expel the priests of Ilmot, even if it was just a rat hole belonging to Norman in the Highland......s; Mullen licked his lips bitterly, and he thought it better not to repeat King John's words, knowing that the new king of the Norman Highlands yelled at the priests: "If you can give me a son, I'm sure I'll be glad to listen to you—but if you can't, get out!"

"And ......," said Mullen uncertainly, "I don't know if it's just the Normans of the Highlands, but it seems that everywhere has become chaotic, and I have never seen so many thieves and assassins, and mercenaries, and riots bloom like spring flowers in any place you can't imagine...... And the plague spreads like the mist of the night......," he whispered, "and the priests and paladins are exhausted. ”

A tiny flash of light leaped through the otherworldly soul's heart, but it put it aside for the time being, leaving it to think slowly: "I can probably imagine that scene," the otherworldly soul said, "...... Maybe I'll need you again - you can stay here for a while, and I'll try to get your contract with that lady back. ”

Malen felt a rush of ecstasy, but it was like lava pouring out of an ice field, and the scorching heat suddenly receded, replaced by hard, heavy stones.

"Is there any problem?" the otherworldly soul asked curiously.

"But she was my mentor. Mullen said slowly, "She promised to make me a mage. ”

The otherworldly soul turned, his gaze making Maren tremble, cry, or give in: "A necromancer," said the black-haired spellcaster, "a grey robe, do you know what that means?"

Know, Maren said in his heart that he once wanted to be a knight of Tyre, he knew that every type of enemy that Tyre's knight had to face, and the necromancer, probably second only to demons and devils, and those pathetic undead, a gray robe, no matter what kind of hardship he had, all the knight of Tyr had to do was to kill and purify him, no exceptions, no.

"If you just want to be a mage......"

"I have succubus blood in me," Mullen pointed to his face, "what the Mentor told me, and you should have noticed, I sometimes think that this is not my face, and that my changes are as great as night and day - in fact, my changes occurred before I met the Mentor, do you remember my face when I was in Doling? Norman faces don't match the aesthetics of the Grenadas, I'm still a man, but the caravan is willing to take me from the desert and give me water and food, why?" And I can feel my heart, my soul changing...... Becoming evil, yes, I know I'm becoming greedy, furious, selfish...... Eager to do whatever you want......"

"But you're still loyal to Leona, or is it no more?"

Mullen's eyes suddenly became dangerous, "No!" he said, "Never...... I...... No...... His Highness ...... "His mind seemed to have fallen into confusion, as if he were frantically fighting against something, his dark pupils contracted violently and opened suddenly—but how I wanted her," a voice echoed in his chest, and Mullen's vision blurred, and he fell to his knees, leaning forward, his cheeks pressed against the cold stone.

The young lord of Doling was so embarrassed that he was prostrate on the ground, wheezing in pain, his nails scratching at his neck, like someone had put an invisible noose on it—a moment later a spell was thrown at him, and Mullen gasped and fell into the darkness with relief. (To be continued.) )