The Lord of Sword Bay was shattered to death, but the matter was not over, on the contrary, a certain fresh aura was slowly rising. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The secret realm in the forest spontaneously absorbed the fragments of Ransenlot's body, and even the bloodlines of several sacred sources in his original body were digested, and the holiday island in the core area quietly shook and began to extend to the surrounding woodland.

Aldrich Triss instantly returned to his seat, and the reindeer king and the Styx ferryman also reacted, and took their seats almost at the same time, understanding the cause of the sudden situation just now, but instead of joining forces to suppress it, they fell into deep thought.

Only Her Highness Helena Thirielis, a generous hand, broke free from the shackles of the Grotesque Town, and was surprised to find that the evolution process of the secret realm in the forest had accelerated a lot, and due to the lack of relevant authority and understanding of the rules of the secret realm, she looked around with a somewhat blank expression.

"The chains of the rules are too loose......! Perhaps it was he who discovered the vacancy in Paine's labyrinth tree...... What found the way, it is clear that he wants to ascend to the immortal throne. ”

The corners of the Styx Ferryman's mouth showed a sneer of disdain, and he turned to look at his ally, the King of Reindeer, and smiled with satisfaction at the slight forehead of approval.

Aldrich Triss sighed, "It seems that Ransenlot knows me very well. ”

"Whether he kills me and takes the throne of the Lord of the Grotesque, or is killed by me and sacrifices his body to Holiday Island, it will be good for him. ”

"The former, without any other choice, the two Highnesses, despite their dissatisfaction, will certainly agree to his ascension according to the rules. As for the latter, by sacrificing everything he had, he gained the recognition of this gradually rising secret realm in the forest, and even partial authority. ”

In the real world outside, such a selfless act is equivalent to a banker with an official background, cashing in all his estate, forcibly injecting capital into a growing factory, and obtaining a small number of original shares, a small shareholder, or a partner. ”

The Reindeer King and the Styx Ferryman, after all, are immortals who have experienced the transition between the old and the new, and easily understand Aldrich Triss's metaphorical explanation, and are very wary of Ransenlot's attempt to become His Highness through the secret realm of the forest.

In particular, this Lord of Sword Bay is a descendant of the divine blood of the Lord of Dawn, ruling over more than 100,000 people in the riverbend region of the Duchy of Virginy, with decades of governance and protection, and thousands of hardcore followers, they are the best foundation of faith.

Perhaps, the Venerable One with the Bright Face did not completely sleep forever, secretly influencing and even using Ransenlot, thus completing His return.

After all, he was a very highly-ranked immortal among the great divine powers of the old era, and once had a complete solar cycle, standing at the apex of the Pantheon.

"The Lord of the Dawn must not be allowed to return, and His control over the realm of nature is above all of us. ”

The Reindeer King spoke in a rare manner, his tone was unprecedentedly solemn, and even the demigod Lori was a little at a loss, but Aldrich Tris, after pondering for a long time, reached out to grab a ghost from the grotesque town behind him, who had lost all its source and was curious about everything in the secret realm of the forest.

Without the permission of the Lord of the Grotesque, a mortal soul cannot reshape the body of the mortal, even if he has contributed a lot to the secret realm of the forest.

"Ransenlot, you really haven't disappeared in my fist style, and you can sneak into the world I manage, I really underestimate you. ”

The ghost who had been stripped of everything, unable to break free from the chains of the rules, when he saw clearly that the person who restrained him was Aldrich Tris, suddenly remembered the long experience of being shattered by his fist, even if he lost his body and did not feel anything, the terrible memories remained, which made Ransenlot a little crazy, and the spirit began to faintly disperse, which was a dangerous signal.

"If you want to become a shareholder of the secret realm in the forest and rank among the immortals, I won't allow you to do so. Since it is a selfless sacrifice, then it will all be returned to you. ”

Aldrich Triss plucked the glass of the Horn of Plenty, and inside it was the wine of Victory, the purest part of the long life of Ransenlot, a descendant of the Lord of the Dawn, a glass of pale golden crystal, a dazzling color, like a myriad of broken diamonds tumbling and flowing.

"No ......"

Ransenlot didn't expect the plan he had come up with in a flash of inspiration to change midway, and he was also troubled by Aldrich Triss's god-like abilities.

The Lord of the Grotesque poured wine into the ghost's mouth, and the transparent soul suddenly regained and reshaped, but unfortunately the purified source removed most of the impurities, resulting in a serious deficiency, so that Ransenlot's new body was only ten years old, inferior to the demigod Lori, perhaps because of the lack of accumulation.

"That's all there is to it. ”

The Styx ferryman knew that the crisis was not completely resolved, and unlike Helena Theriès, who had no divine source, the descendants of the Lord of the Dawn, even the King of the Reindeer wanted to kick the young Ransenlott out of the forest.

"Let me come and see them!"

Aldrich Triss must not let Ransenlot out, he knows too much, if he goes against himself, with the help of the southern archdukes, or even the vampire clans of the Undead Empire, I am afraid it will become very tricky.

Now that the Lord of the Grotesque had spoken, the Reindeer King and the Styx Ferryman were no longer questioned, and Aldrich Tris used his authority to seize the demigod Lori Helena Thirriès and the young Ransenlot, and force them into the blurring boundary between the town of the Grotesque and the Black Swamp.

The invisible rules draw the source of the demitheon and the heroes of the Sanctuary, and spontaneously form two villages and towns, with Helena Theriès as the core, and expand the area second only to the grotesque town, and the gold coins piled up into the mountains quickly disappear, and use the contract to forcibly recruit fantasy creatures from the fairy tale invasion period and enter the world of the grotesque.

As for Ransenlot, what happened was a bit miserable, it was harvested twice in turn, and it could only form a simple village, but the advantage was that the blacksmith shop in the village could repair and build weapons and equipment, and the guard could hire militiamen with pitchforks, forest rangers with slings, and hunters with bows and arrows, but it only cost money.

The only tavern that is open can not only obtain information, but also recruit rare "heroes".

However, their opponents were the zombie army of the Death Knights who completed the undead version of the Industrial Revolution, and Aldrich Triss's clone in the world of All Souls' Day, did not let the two of them live leisurely.

Unlike the crispy zombies who follow the winding paths to the grotesque town to steal vegetables, five hundred battle zombies, armed to the teeth, follow ten heavy meat grinders powered by steam engines into battle.

Helena Selriès's recruited herald of neutral wild monster porcupines, quickly stepped out of the hooves, climbed the city wall and took a sharp breath, and after the body swelled sharply, the arrows that were originally supple and sparkling with metallic luster rose one by one.

Among them, there is a hairpin with three blue-white hairpins on its forehead, with a series of "crackling" and an amazing air explosion sound from the root of the hair to the top.

The four-armed Alpine Snow Ape, about the same height as the demigod Lori, bites the Cheng Gold Coin and agrees to the recruitment contract, they are not only experts in hand-to-hand combat, but also have several practical frost spells, acting as the main guard of the city wall.

Knowing that his village was only a low wall made of mud and rock, and that he might not be able to stop the zombie army, Ransenlot immediately extended his friendship to Helena Sériès.

Given that the two sides can complement each other's strengths together, the demigod Lori takes his hand and swallows up the embarrassing but hopeful village in one gulp.

The steam meat grinder stopped beyond range of the town's newly raised arrow tower, lowered all the load-bearing columns, and the powerful zombie wrenched the winch, slowly pulling the log stick to its limit, and placing the corpse soaked in poisonous pus in its leather pocket.

The war was about to break out, and after the defenders chose to cooperate, they continued to recruit neutral monsters, replenish troops, and strengthen the city defense by various means, spending money like water.

But according to the inexplicable rules, all money is the source of Helena Seriès and Ransenlot, especially the latter, whose investment in the secret realm of the forest is slowly but never stopping.

"This is a bitter wine brewed from tears and pain, and it must be swallowed no matter how bad it is. ”

The two demigods who watched the battle watched the second harvest with joy, and the Lord of the Grotesque Festival eliminated possible hidden dangers with exquisite means, but did not delay the transformation process of the secret realm in the forest.

"The reef that was once hidden at the bottom of the sea, and now the island that has surfaced, once again the elemental tide hits, and some of them can reach the real world, who wants to go up?"

The Reindeer King and the Styx Ferryman met each other's eyes, and soon reached a tacit agreement and smiled, the latter gently bowed his head, "The world of All Souls is developing well, let's let it rise to the ground." ”

Aldrich Triss nodded quietly, "The intensity of the war is gradually increasing, and the most suitable and dangerous place must be within the southern principality. The clone of the Undead Knight arrives in the real world with him, so it is better to join the Empire of the Undead or the Pan Alliance of the Inhuman as a Dark Dweller. ”

When the two demigods heard this, they immediately reacted, knowing that the Lord of the Grotesque wanted to plant an eyeliner or sit in the opposing camp, and did not disagree, and supported Aldrich Tris's plan.

More than a hundred kilometers from the Black Castle-Cumbert Territory, Mount Ograni, the natural border between the western part of the Duchy of Virginy and the eastern part of the Duchy of Lotrun, a void where neither side cares, is a ruined tower destroyed in the turbulent years of the old era, entangled by the force of death.

At its top is a dark green ball of phosphorus, and at its core is the Death Knight under the alias of Salon, the embodiment of Aldrich Tris in the world of All Souls' Day.

An ice-blue light shot out of its eyes, and it kept glancing around, and the bones that had not been weathered by time and time stood up tremblingly, obeying the order and began to repair and clean up the surrounding environment.

At the same time, Aldrich Terries also woke up on the top floor of the open air in Blackcastle, and when he opened his eyes, the morning sun had torn apart the dawn of the dawn, and jumped into the early morning in the eastern sky.

A new day begins!

Aldrich Triss felt a small fire begin to burn in the dark, as he was the initiator of the great slave revolt in the southern principalities, and despite the vicious curse and hatred of the slave owners confronted by the orc veterans, there was still a little fiery anger transmitting from him.

After killing Lord Lansenlot of Sword Bay, Aldrich Triss no longer had to hide his presence, and in a way, he was looking forward to the Assassins from the Undead Empire.