"Your Excellency Morgan, the king wishes to meet with you."

As soon as he finished today's lecture, Makxin was stopped by Shelly behind him.

She stopped and looked coldly at the silver-armored lionman.

"If what he wants to say is the same as yesterday, then it will be forgiven, no matter what conditions you propose, I will not stay in this extremely cold place."

After she agrees to Shelly's request, Maxin has a conversation with Harrington, the orc king.

At that time, the orc king actually preferred to keep Mark Xin in the orc kingdom for a long time, and for this, he offered an extremely generous reward.

Makshin rejected Harrington's proposal without even thinking about it, and then asked Shelly to start the assessment.

Now that Harrington proposed to meet again, she inevitably wanted to go in that direction, thinking that this orc king still did not give up, and wanted her to continue to stay in this orc kingdom.

After hearing this, after a brief hesitation, Shelly nodded his head.

"The king is indeed trying to persuade you to stay in the orc kingdom."

In today's lecture, he also saw that these orc sacrifices as students, although they are extremely old, with their own experience and talent, they quickly and smoothly mastered the preliminary principles of medicine.

And Maxin's teaching belongs to the type that goes all the way to the end, and he has no idea of laying a good foundation for these orc sacrifices, and only thinks about making them refine the elixir of wrath as soon as possible.

Under such circumstances, in less than three years, she would probably be able to cultivate an apothecary who could refine the elixir of anger, but only the elixir of anger.

For this result, Shelly is naturally acceptable, after all, it means that his task can be successfully completed.

But the king had an objection at this time, and now he may not just want to get an apothecary who can refine the elixir of anger.

Shelly knew the king he was loyal to, and his appetite was never small.

No, the meeting was once again proposed, not just to rein in the loyalty of this elven apothecary, hoping that she could stay in the orc kingdom for a long time, and not just cultivate the apothecary who refines the elixir of anger.

At this moment, Shelly was also quite apprehensive, and after two days, he still had some understanding of the temperament of this elven apothecary.

She was a racist in the truest sense of the word, and she was already extremely unhappy with the orcs for forcing her to stay, and now if the king's attitude was too tough and annoyed this distinguished guest, what if she chose to strike the class at that time?

Seeing that the elven apothecary didn't pay any attention to his thoughts, he quickly chased after him.

"Wait for me, Lord Morgan."

"This matter has been discussed yesterday, and no matter what reward your king proposes, I will not stay here."

"And the king said, and the king said that the reward he offered today would surely satisfy thee."

Makxin stopped, the expression on her face was extremely cold, and she sneered:

"What can you do to my satisfaction?"

"I, I don't know, but that's what the king said."

Makxin crossed his hands in front of his chest, tapped the fingers of his right hand unhurriedly, as if in thought, and after a moment, replied:

"Okay, I'm going to see what that Harrington guy can give."

With that, she turned and walked in the direction of the palace, she was already familiar with the structure of the palace, and even without Shelly's guidance, she could find where Harrington was.

Shelly hurried up and caught up with Maxin.

After a few moments, they stopped in front of a palace gate made of ice crystals.

Maxin pushed open the door and saw Harrington, the orc king working with a quill.

Obviously he heard the sound of the door opening, but he didn't raise his head, his eyes were still on the table, and he just said softly:

"Is Lord Morgan here?"

He waved his quill pen and wrote the last stroke on the paper, and when he raised his head, his orange eyes were as red as fire as he stared at the elven apothecary who walked in, and the expression on his face was very indifferent, and he couldn't see what the orc king was thinking.

"Say, what conditions can you put forward this time?"

Ma Xin found a chair at random and sat down, and his tone did not show the slightest respect for this orc king.

Harrington was also full of indifference, and his eyes motioned for Shelly to retreat and close the palace door.

With his fingers crossed in front of his chin, his elbows resting on the table, his head slightly raised, his eyes looking straight ahead, his chest slightly straightened, and his shoulders naturally drooping, he exuded the confidence and calmness of a superior person.

"I heard earlier that His Excellency Morgan came here to look for medicinal herbs?"

"Shortly after the transaction was completed, it was seized by you."

Makxin replied in a rather unkind tone.

The orc king, who was sitting opposite, was not embarrassed at all, just chuckled, and then replied:

"The condition I handed over was that as long as Your Excellency is willing to stay here for a long time, our country will hire you as a Kingdom Apothecary, and the medicinal materials you need and the materials you need for cultivation will be provided by us at our full discretion, in exchange, you will help us teach some orcs with a talent in pharmacy, and take time out to refine potions for us.

I think this is a good enough condition, so why should you choose to refuse?

Is it because you're afraid I'll keep you here for the rest of your life? After all, the peak lifespan of elves is too long, and it is undoubtedly an extremely cruel thing to be left in one place for a long time.

Your Excellency doesn't have to worry about this happening, I swear to the beast god, with a time limit of fifty years, when the time comes, whether you go or stay, no one in the orc kingdom will interfere, and at the same time, even if you choose to leave, you are still the best friend of the orc kingdom. ”

Harrington said a lot of things in one breath, and it can be seen from this that this orc king team Maxin attaches great importance to it.

His eyes were firmly fixed on Maxin's body, hoping to get a satisfactory answer from the other party.

It's a pity that the next moment after he finished speaking, Ma Kexin decisively chose to shake his head.

"I still choose to refuse."

"Why? Fifty years isn't too long for you elves, is it?

Do you suspect that I am lying and tricking you into staying here? ”

"Since you want to swear by the beast god, then this statement is naturally credible, the reason why I choose to refuse, the answer is very simple, I don't want to become a sinner in the Demon Spirit Continent in the future."

Hearing this, a trace of astonishment flashed in Harrington's pupils, although it was only a momentary expression, but it was still successfully captured by Maxin.

"What do you mean by this, Your Excellency, that we will still start a war?"

While Makshin didn't answer the question, the look on her face said it all.

"Your Excellency Morgan, do you really think that with only the elixir of anger, we can really fight back? You know, even with the blessing of the Extremely Dark Abyss, we still ushered in failure.

The reason why we need the elixir of anger is not to start a war, but to protect ourselves.

After all, except for the Ice Plains here, who are more friendly to us and others, the other Snow Plains Races are full of hostility towards us outsiders. ”

"I don't believe that the bloody orcs would choose to give up so easily."

Harrington smiled bitterly, and then replied:

"But that's the way it is, you should have seen the rest of the orcs, they have learned restraint and humility, and they will not commit the same crimes as before."

After saying this, he observed Maxin's expression, his face was still full of indifference, obviously, the elven apothecary still did not choose to believe everything he said.

Seeing this, he didn't plan to do more.

Harrington silently lowered his hands crossed over his chest, grabbed a piece of paper from the table, and handed it to Maxin.

"This is the passage document of Longling Snow Mountain, if you need to go, you can explain to Xie Li in advance, and he will be responsible for taking you to Snow Mountain."

Makshin directly took the paper from Harrington's hand, and then got up to leave.

"Wait, Mr. Morgan, I'm not done yet."

The white-haired elf did not sit back down, but just stood, looking directly at the orc king, and his indifferent appearance seemed to say:

"Long story short, don't waste my time."

Harrington paused for a moment, then spoke:

"It is true that elves have a longer lifespan than other races, but relatively speaking, it will be much more difficult for them to break through than the rest of the races.

If you want to reach the sixth order, in addition to your own talent, you also need time to pile up. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

What if I said, I have a way for you to save this long time accumulation and break through to the sixth order? ”

"I don't want to go to the abyss."

"Your Excellency, you are really full of stereotypes about the orcs."

Even Harrington, who is the orc king, is a little nervous at the moment, what's the matter with this elf pharmacist? Every word pierces people's scars, and every word they say is full of prejudice against the orcs.

He let out a long sigh before continuing.

"I wonder if you know about purebloods?"

You talk about pure-bloods in front of the bishop of the Church of Demons?

The expression on Maxin's face was full of disdain, and he replied:

"If the method you said is like this, there is no need to say anything more, becoming a pure-blood can indeed quickly break through to the sixth order, but at the price, you will lose the potential to completely grow to the seventh order, do you really think that I don't know anything?"

Harrington was a little surprised, the elves who were ignorant of the world and only knew about retreat and cultivation actually knew the concept of purebloods?

Seeing that the elven apothecary was about to leave again, he hurriedly knocked on the table and ordered him to stay.

"Wait a minute, don't worry, I haven't finished my words yet."

"Why can't pure-bloods grow to the seventh order, the reason for this is probably not clear to you, Miss Morgan,

After reaching the fifth order, the believers of the Church of Ghosts and Gods need to complete the trial of ghosts and gods, open the door to the kingdom of God, go to the kingdom of ghosts and gods in person, and drink the blood of the gods before they can complete the advancement and become pure-bloods.

And the reason why pure-blooded people can't break through the seventh order is that the problem lies in this divine blood.

The so-called ghosts and gods, in the final analysis, are just aggregates of emotions, false gods that have been forged and have never even possessed a godhead.

Their blood can bring out the potential of the individual, but it will inevitably leave traces of their own laws on the body of those who have taken the blood of the gods, making them their dependents.

Since then, the ghosts and gods have become the source of the bloodline of the pure-bloods, and unless the bloodline of their source breaks through to become the existence of the main god level, they will never have a bright day. ”

As the bishop of the Church of Ghosts and Gods, Maxin naturally understands the ritual of becoming a pure-blood, and said impatiently:

"Just say the conclusion, and there is no need to say anything superfluous."

"We still have a lot of Beast God's blood here"

Ma Xin didn't think about it, so he turned around and chose to leave.

"Wait a minute, Your Excellency Morgan, with the help of the advanced ritual of the pure-blooded and the blood of the beast god, that side will be able to break through the sixth order without affecting the upper limit."

"Then you said that after half a year, you still want me to take refuge in the abyss?"

"No, the beast god has never thrown himself into the abyss, the two are just a cooperative relationship. Your Excellency Morgan, if you think about it again, taking the blood of the gods will help you considerably. ”

"In return, I'll be a complete member of the orc kingdom, right?"

"The Beast God has fallen, and he doesn't need your faith."

"But the residual will of its blood will still affect me all the time, for example, when making decisions, it is more biased towards the side of the orcs."

"Even if Your Excellency doesn't choose to absorb it, the blood of the beast god is still priceless, and it's not enough to hire you to stay in the orc kingdom for fifty years?"

Harrington also didn't expect that even if he threw out such a temptation, this elven apothecary didn't choose to compromise.

This Lord Morgan is full of prejudice against the orcs, even if a broad road to becoming a god is placed in front of him, he still chooses to refuse without hesitation.

Seeing that the white-haired elf was about to walk out of the palace gate, he also hurriedly chose to stay.

"So, Lord Morgan, what are the conditions that will allow you to stay here for fifty years?"

"I would like to ask you, why are you so desperate to woo me? Does fifty years mean anything special to you? ”

Harrington was silent, and after a heavy sigh, he continued:

"Indeed, because in fifty years, darkness will come again, and the entire Demon Spirit Continent will once again be transformed into a battlefield.

Even the dead are inevitable, and their souls are called back to the present world to fight constantly.

This holy war will undoubtedly be much more tragic than before, so I will do everything I can to increase the strength of all orcs. ”

"Darkness in fifty years? Dark Abyss? ”

"I don't know, but that's what the prophecy says."

"Who told you this prophecy?"

"One of the Seven Prophets of the Sequence Capture Mission, Ashra, the being known as the Apocalypse." (End of chapter)