At first glance, the tree of life looks like a very ordinary sapling.

Its skin is very smooth, showing a light gray-brown color, and the tender green branches give people who are used to seeing this long yellow sand, a lovely feeling.

But its actions really don't match cuteness.

I saw that its roots, which were rooted in the ground, were rapidly stretching out towards the pool where the dragon's blood was gathered, until the pool dried up, and even the blood in the soil had faded, and then began to crawl towards the dead dragon corpse.

That kind of greedy and eager appearance makes people can't help but subconsciously give birth to a chill.

But at Lothar's will, it stopped its continued stretch.

Lothar could sense the longing coming from the Tree of Life, but this dragon corpse was a very important trophy, how could it be allowed to devour it all?

Frigila sighed, "This tree seems to be even more eager to suck blood than our Bloods, my lord, is this the tree of life you talked about?" ”

"That's right."

"I really can't imagine that those elves, who claim to be pure and noble, should plant such trees in their territory."

Jeanne was also surprised: "I have met with the elves of the New World, and their mouth habit is 'praise for the tree of life', but I didn't expect it to be such a thing?" ”

"There is nothing surprising that life is always born of death. ”

Lothar looked for a suitable place to build a city, where the outer layer of the rock had been weathered, but the inside was still very hard, and from here a tower had been built, and it was clear to see for hundreds of miles.

Moreover, the village of Sego is a choke point between Transjordan and Hebron, and when peace gradually comes, it will surely return to its former scene of caravans.

He pressed his palm against the rough rock face.

The next moment, the earth began to tremble.

The bricks and stones broke through the earth, as if they were alive, deeply embedded in the rock wall, laying a perfect foundation in the ground, and then piled up layer by layer.

In the blink of an eye, a wide castle façade was formed.

The hussars watched in amazement.

Another miracle!

They looked at Lothar with a feverish look on their faces, and they couldn't help but draw crosses on their chests.

Lothar picked up one of the hussars and said, "No need to marvel, the Father has given me the authority to perform miracles, and you yourself are part of them. ”

The hussars said reverently: "Praise the Father, praise the Lord!" ”

"Send someone to Jogrüsburg, and have Leonard bring thirty armored sergeants and a sufficient number of craftsmen to oversee the establishment of the new city."

"In addition, send two more people to the village of Sego to recruit craftsmen to build the city, at the very least, to build a wooden fort within the city walls for the soldiers stationed there to rest."

The Tree of Life is still eagerly waiting to eat.

Lothar looked at Prajna and said, "Your shield should be the only weapon here that is suitable for cutting off this dragon's head." ”

Prajna nodded.

She stood in front of the dragon's head, her black triangular shield spinning rapidly.

"It's going to be a little bloody, try not to watch it," she said. ”

...

Fort Calle.

The dilapidated castle, which had been baptized by war, has now been renovated.

The brand-new bricks are in stark contrast to the old bricks blackened by the flames.

Renard paced back and forth in the halls of the lords in a rage.

On the ground, there were confetti all over the ground.

When it was intact, it was a letter sent by Lothar to Calleburg, stamped with the "Seal of Fire Paint of the Count of Transjordan"—a request for the "Baron of Reynard" to exercise the etiquette of swearing allegiance to him.

"Ha, Baron Renard, he actually calls me a baron!"

"It's ridiculous, that lucky son of Werner, who just won one or two battles by luck, actually rode on Lao Tzu's head at once, and took the most precious pearl in my territory."

"Now, instead of secretly rejoicing and thanking him for his good fortune, he sits on the throne that once belonged to me, and calls me 'Baron' with arrogance?"

"Shit, I was the Grand Duke of Antioch, such a prestigious position, that even that damned king cursed with leprosy must be respectful in front of me!"

"I won the Battle of Mongiza and severely defeated Saladin's face!"

He roared hysterically.

Renard's life is legendary, from Gaul, when the family was divided, the knight who only got a small piece of property in Chatillon, turned into a knight, married the Archduchess of Antioch, Constance, and became the Grand Duke of Antioch.

He was imprisoned by the Saracens for fifteen years, and when he came out, because Constance was long dead, his Grand Duke was gone.

So he married the widow of the Earl of Outer Jordan, Stephanie, and became the Earl of Outer Jordan again.

Renard, who has such a legendary experience, is a brainless fool, and no one believes it.

So, after his outburst, he calmed down again.

He furrowed his brow, thinking.

After a while, he actually picked up the scattered letters on the floor again and placed them on the table.

In any case, he was already a de jure vassal of Lothar, and most of his former loyal courtiers had defected to him.

"Write back to the Count of Lothar and say that Renard is willing to swear allegiance to him, but Fort Calleburg is the front line against the infidels, and I beg your pardon for not having time to go to see him."

The knights under his command were shocked and angry: "My lord, do you really want to bow your head to that young boy who doesn't even have a beard on his mouth? ”

"No, if you bow your head, if you want to take back the title of earl, you will no longer be able to stand legally for it."

"My lord, we agree that you are the only one worthy of being the Earl of Outer Jordan, and that he is only relying on the favor of the little king who has only one breath left!"

"Huh."

Renard sneered.

Only the mud-legged would think that a weak feudal monarch would not be able to sit in his position.

The lords of Transjordan would be willing to accept the leadership of a weak feudal lord, which at least means that this feudal lord is not capable of and will not meddle in their internal affairs.

For example, some time ago, he had a very unpleasant quarrel with Baron Argonne Rudolph over Petra's succession.

Sure enough, as soon as Lothar took office, the baron couldn't wait to pick up the lucky boy's stinky feet.

"Since you also know that he has the king's favor, let him be proud for a while, anyway, he won't live long."

Renard's eyes were full of anger and reluctance, but his tone was unusually calm.

"I swear, I'll take back everything that belongs to me!"

He paused slightly, and then said, "How is Madame?" ”

The knight sighed lightly: "It's still like that, drinking only a little water every day, eating a small piece of bread, and standing on the balcony all day long, looking into the distance. The young master's death hit her too hard. ”

Someone was filled with righteous indignation and tears on his face: "That murderer, the king not only did not punish him, but instead granted him the title of earl, I am not convinced, my lord!" ”

"That's right, we should immediately send troops to attack his castle of Yogrus, and kill all his men and soldiers, so that he knows that we are not to be trifled with."

Renard sat down on the throne of the lord.

Admittedly, he didn't like Humphrey, the son born to Stephanie and her ex-husband, but he still had feelings for Countess Stephanie.

When he was at his most depressed, it was impossible to get such a wife, if he was not grateful in his heart.

Hopefully, your plan will succeed.

Renard was conflicted, and he knew about Stephanie's threat to the two vampires to assassinate Lothar.

But if Lothar dies violently, he will not be able to do it, and now, the army of Calleburg has only more than 1,000 men left, and Montreal, at most, 3,000 men.

If the king had sent his two knights to attack, he might not have been able to withstand it.

It's just that he really can't bear to stop Stephanie, after all, there is no pain more painful than the loss of a child in middle age.

At this moment, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded.

His face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but have a sense of foreboding in his heart.

"What's going on?"

The knights looked at each other and stood up.

Renard rushed out of the hall first, following the voice.

Then he saw his wife, Countess Stephanie, like a lifeless corpse, falling headfirst to the ground by the fountain in the courtyard.

The spring water has been stained red with blood.

Her face was pale, and there was no blood on it.

He walked forward quickly.

The fingers trembled and rested on Stephanie's neck, and the next moment, they moved away like an electric shock.

Julia, who was hiding in the shadows, looked proud, who said that assassination had to be done by himself?

She often looks out over the balcony in the distance, and through spells, she observes the locations of the fences she most often supports, and then uses spells to corrode them.

Sure enough, the stupid woman grabbed the handrail in a daze, and fell off without paying attention.

Deserve!

Do you know what will happen to a noble blood clan?

She looked at Renard's face, full of disbelief and pain, and only felt that all the pent-up anger in her heart could be vented.

"Who, who's doing it!"

Renard let out a grief-stricken roar.

The whole castle shook.

Countless sergeants and knights rushed upstairs to inspect them.

A knight with a sad face stepped forward and said in a low voice, "My lord, Madame has told us that if she dies, it must be those two vampires..."

Renard froze in place.

He ran back into the hall like crazy, piecing together a sentence from the scraps of paper on the floor.

The font is elegant.

The wording is also very gentle, like an old friend who has not seen each other for many years.

"By the way, I would like to inform Baron Renard that I have stripped the two Baroness Julia and Huaiya of their titles and domains, and severely punished them for saying something bad against you."

It was inscribed on: your dear friend and lord, Lothar von Habsburg.

"Lothar!"

"It's you!"

He clenched his fists so hard that his nails pierced the flesh.

He gritted his teeth, but instead a chill welled up in his heart.

If you can kill your wife in this way in front of the guarded guards, doesn't that mean that you have also walked before the ghost gate closes?

Long.

He let out a sigh of relief.

"Madame fell to her death due to a trance, this is an accident, nothing to do with anyone."

He's realized that this is Lothar's signal to him - something outside the rules, that's it, play an off-board move, you're not my opponent at all.

"However, all the slaves and soldiers of the guards are guilty of dereliction of duty, and all of them must be beheaded!"