A thousand years ago, Her Majesty Empress Catherine, the Lich King, wanted to tell the continent that it was hers. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

That year, the Lich of the North swept the world by storm.

There have been many terrible nightmares in human history when the lich went south, creating countless epic legends, but even Empress Catherine a thousand years ago could only restrain her ambitions in front of the Norman defense line built by the Holy Empire and the Diago dynasty, because in the face of alien invasions, human beings have always shown incomparably strong unity and resilience like never before, and inter-ethnic wars often have the shadow of God. However, this time it is different, not only because the lich has human influence behind it, but also because in the human world, there are many people with great influence who are willing to help them and open the door to victory for the alien race, so it is not difficult to imagine what the Hermitage would face if the hermit successfully integrated the northern realm and decided to go south, whether it was the Holy Empire or the Diago dynasty, would have faced what kind of situation.

Augustus was well aware.

If that day comes, humanity will be doomed.

But the question is, what does it have to do with him?

He is not God, he does not save the people, even if he is God, why should he save this world full of malice towards him?

He gripped his sword, just wanting to protect the people he wanted to protect.

Bishop Mass may or may not know this, but it doesn't matter, the important thing is that Mass knows very well the outrageous indifference and selfishness of the young man opposite him, when the Lich invaded the wasteland, he was able to make a plan to push countless civilians under the Lich butcher's knife, only to buy him a little life, then how could he care about the life and death of the so-called future human beings? So just telling him about Alfred's affairs, Mass didn't say anything more, and he didn't think that the Alfred heir could do anything, even though his relationship with Catherine was crucial.

It's late at night.

After a few more moments of silence in the study, Mass finally broke the silence and said that the gold, escorted by the Messiah, would be delivered to him in the moorland, and that it would be handed over to him, and that it would be 800,000 gold bourbon coins.

That's actually what Augustus cared about the most.

It was also the real reason why he came to the monastery of Paikira.

It's just that the gold doesn't seem to be so important compared to what was told to him on the night of Mass.

Augustus subconsciously wanted to nod, but then frowned and wondered, 800,000?

The Mass was frank, originally there were 1.1 million, but the Mammoth Roulette deducted taxes, plus I personally sent someone to escort it, which also required a handling fee and remuneration.

Augustus couldn't help but blurt out, I'm not good at math, don't lie to me, the empire's taxes and the remuneration for your escorts won't be 300,000 anyway?

The Mass is serious, nodding his head, it is 300,000.

Augustus stopped talking, to this point, the fool knew that the gold had shrunk after the mass, and he had a headache, 800,000 was a lot, but considering that he was going to rebuild the wasteland in a big way next, it was really stretched, the wasteland was barren, and a lot of materials and food were needed, plus the construction of gladiatorial arenas, arenas, casinos, brothels, and the personnel and facilities needed in the venue, which one did not need gold? And the most expensive thing is that he has to build roads, and he can't let the guests from the imperial capital bump all the way to Alfred's territory, right?

It's really not enough.

But what could he do with the cardinal archbishop at Mass?

He could only protest with his eyes.

Mass obviously also noticed Augustus's mood, he was calm, and said with a smile, but I will give you an additional 500,000, which is my personal investment, and I want you to make 1/3 of the income in the wasteland in the future.

Augustus was pleasantly surprised, but on the surface, of course, he looked extremely embarrassed, he hesitated for a long time, struggled to stretch out 4 fingers, up to 1/4.

Mass frowned, and he was naturally sensitive to all luminous objects, and he seriously analyzed, The Empire and the Holy See have intensified their efforts to crack down on all black industries, and the wasteland does seem to have a chance to take over these, but Augustus, do you really think that the nobles of the empire will watch the gold flow into your pocket? Are you sure they won't covet it? Or are you confident that you can face the covetousness of all in the wasteland? Besides, the wasteland is also on the territory of the empire after all, although there is no diocese there, but the Holy See also has good reasons to extend the blow to the wasteland, with you, how do you deal with it?

Intimidation plus threats.

The youngest cardinal archbishop of the Holy See is not doing business.

Augustus said in his heart that if he didn't take these factors into account, how could he give you 1/4 of the income for nothing? Moreover, the so-called investment of 500,000 yuan in Mass is simply the property that originally belonged to Augustus, to put it bluntly, he is a white wolf with empty gloves, so the income from the gold mine can be opened in three or seven years, which is basically equivalent to giving it to this Holy See, but then he must not give away the black income he planned in the wasteland.

He looked disgruntled and did not speak.

Augustus, you are a smart man, you should know what it means to you to have my investment, even if those people in the empire are jealous, but do they dare to put their hands in my pocket? In this way, I will not transfer the 500 Knights of the Cathar stationed in the wasteland for the time being, so that you simply have no worries.

Augustus did not hesitate to make a deal.

What he was waiting for was the sentence of Mass, he had experienced countless layers of 'background' capital in the shopping mall in his previous life, and he knew better than anyone what kind of protection something that could not be seen like 'background' could bring him, besides, 500 Knights Cathar stayed in the wasteland, stayed in Alfred's territory, and Augustus had too much room to operate in the future.

The cheerfulness of his promise and the dissatisfaction of the previous moment are not only two extremes.

It made the Archbishop of Mass stunned for a moment, and he felt complicated.

It seems to have been calculated by this child.

But it doesn't matter, he's a Mass, and what can the things that Augustus was worried about count as things in his eyes?

After negotiating this, Augustus habitually wanted to ask if he wanted to sign a contract similar to a contract, but fortunately, he quickly reacted and didn't say it after all-he was just a descendant of sinners banished to the wasteland, and the other party was the youngest cardinal archbishop of the Holy See, so what was the use of signing that thing?

Subsequently.

It was almost dawn, and the business to be talked about was almost finished, and the Mass did not mean to leave him breakfast, so Augustus planned to leave.

However, before leaving, Augustus hesitated for a moment, but still found the cross necklace belonging to the female knight Messiah and put it on the desk in front of Mass, knowing the crisis brought by the hermit to them, Augustus naturally understood why Mass would have such a strong interest in gold as the youngest cardinal archbishop of the Holy See, it can be said that if you want to fight against the hermitage, whether it is what Mass does in the monastery of Pachira, or other arrangements, you need a lot of gold, and gold is also a prerequisite for doing anything, no matter what world it is。

But Mass did not accept it, but pushed the necklace back to him, saying that he wanted him to return it to the Messiah with his own hands.

Augustus thought about it and did not insist.

He got into the carriage.

He closed his eyes and quickly analyzed the vast amount of information about the monastic that the night of Mass had brought him, and began to gradually organize the information of his current enemies.

Compared with the hermitage, the imperial capital of Young Master Austin, it seems that the enemies of Stanford can only be put on hold temporarily.

Little Terina is in danger in the North.

Augustus didn't know how much time he had left, but he knew he had to start preparing.

The carriage drove smoothly in the night.

Augustus held a quill pen and wrote two words on a blank piece of paper.

"North. ”

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Court of the Lich of the North, Shaman Altar.

As a place of sacrifice to the gods of the shamanic faith, the altar is 100 meters high, and the architectural style is completely different from human architecture and papal architecture, it is very simple, it looks like a tower, but it also looks like a huge cone, and the highest part of the altar can hardly be seen from the bottom up. There are many gods that shamans believe in, Kronus who rules the sky, and Erepos, who symbolizes darkness, are their gods, but among these gods, Kronus is undoubtedly the supreme god of the shaman, it means the sky, and the altar needs to be closest to the sky.

At this time, at the top of the altar closest to the sky, a small figure sat quietly on the edge of the altar.

It's a little girl.

She had long black hair, and under the long hair was an extraordinarily immature face, without any expression or emotion on it.

Even those once lovely round eyes were completely silent.

It's like having no soul at all.

But it's also like the soul is so powerful that it annihilates the whole world.

Someone came softly behind her, and it was the high priest of the shaman, Arsa.

Arsa walked behind her and slowly knelt on the ground, even touching his entire body to the ground, before slowly getting up, and then he stood behind her respectfully, and said: "Your Majesty, the orc Baimeng tribe is once again waging war against the Guxin tribe, it seems that it will not take long for the Guxin tribe to fall, I am afraid that the orc tribe will really be ruled by those lowly ants." ”

With the complete exposure of Her Majesty Empress Catherine.

The smoke of war has actually filled the skies of the north.

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The little girl did not react.

When she woke up again after a thousand years of sleep, she noticed that there were humans making waves in the north, but she just woke up, too weak, and didn't know what those humans wanted to do, so she didn't bother to pay attention to it, and let little Terina control this body mess around, and even followed the human named Augustus to the heart of the human world, she didn't care.

That's right.

She was the only emperor of the northern lich a thousand years ago, Her Majesty Catherine.

It was only after a thousand years that she woke up and split into two souls, a childish, innocent, and little Terina who contained the last shred of her kindness to the world, and Her Majesty Empress Catherine, who was cruel, cold-blooded, and had nothing but hatred for this filthy world - in fact, she knew that little Terina had spoken to the human named Augustus about her.

Seems to call her a little devil?

She looked blankly at the vast earth beneath her feet.

Feeling the weakened soul of little Terina's almost collapsed soul in her body, she didn't really care if her other soul could wake up.

However, everything that little Terina experienced in the human world was also everything she experienced, and it was really a memory that made her feel very bad.

She didn't know what she remembered, and the corners of her lips suddenly raised a thick arc of mockery.

She muttered, "Stupid. ”

I don't know if it's about little Terina, or the ants who want to rule the North, or something else.

The wind and snow are becoming more and more unscrupulous.

The sky in the north seems to be nothing but wind and snow.

On the snow-white earth, the disgusting roar of the orcs gradually came.

This is her northern border.

No matter how far she goes, she can certainly see everything she wants.

The wind and snow enveloped the altar and completely enveloped her as she sat on the edge of the altar, like the filthy orcs trying to trap her.

But she didn't bother.

She suddenly looked far away at the south, her eyes blank.

――Write love as a legend of soldiers coming to the city, then, will you give up the ice and snow, overcome the thorns and thorns, and come for me.

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PS: The end of the second volume. (To be continued.) )