The nobles of Yectrasil were coy about risking their lives with the master of the lair, but the increase in troops was true. They cursed their mothers that day while enthusiastically asking others to work for them. It has long been an undisputed fact that the seal is unstable, but now they, the blood descendants, can no longer produce enough pure blood to strengthen the seal again. In the end, they have to make a choice. How can nobles who are refined and self-serving and intrigues turn into instincts? It's a one-hearted arrangement. Just like the so-called arrangement of finding your ancestral grave with you in a polite manner on the surface and everyone nodding unanimously, some people feel that they have to make more arrangements.
In the evening, Nico came to the Grand Duke's Castle.
A group of nobles walked in a hurry and looked gloomy. Some of them were blood descendants of the founder, and others were mixed-blood nobles like Archduke Nicolli who had participated in the garrison of the Abyss of the Dead or were simply on active duty.
There was a sumptuous dinner and a crowd of maids, but dozens of old and new nobles had no intention of eating. The atmosphere was silent and depressing, more like attending a funeral.
"Nico comes to Grand Duke, is the situation in the Abyss of the Dead really as serious as Grand Duke Yin Liya said?"
"Bah, that bitch has always been crazy. She can't even close her legs when she sees a good-looking man. Who knows if she's being alarmist? That Li Cang is turning... ahem... Fake, it's not convenient in the abyss of the dead. , I can’t even say that word, anyway, you should understand what I mean!”
"Marquis Fleming, since you think the seal is fine, why do people come here again? They look like a bereaved dog who is in panic all day long. Ha, it's ridiculous!"
"you..."
"Stop arguing!" Archduke Nikolai said displeasedly: "Uggdrasil has been through war for a long time and has struggled to survive in the cracks for hundreds of years. The warriors of Uggdrasil are stronger than when this place was founded. It is so powerful that there is no problem in quelling the zombie tide, but the seal that maintains the Zerg cannot last long. I think everyone should understand what this means."
The nobles are awe-inspiring, of course they must be afraid!
Based on the urine of those noble blood descendants, how could they be willing to use their own blood descendants to maintain the seal? The group of nobles present were afraid that those people would randomly name the lucky audience and hang the street lights in front of everyone!
There is a precedent for this kind of thing in the short hundreds of years of history of Yggdrasil. For blood nobles, mixed-blood nobles may be regarded as being like pigs in captivity if necessary. It doesn't matter. Go to the Abyss of the Dead to be a strong man. If necessary, kill a few people and let them be sacrificed to heaven to maintain the seal...
In short, they have always used the logic of quantitative change leading to qualitative change very flexibly.
This approach of demolishing the east wall to repair the west wall is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, but it can always buy Yggdrasil a few decades of stability.
To put it bluntly, a large part of the so-called 100,000 reinforcements by Grand Duke Yin Liya are tacitly and predetermined, and are destined to be sacrificed. This part of the quota requires mixed blood, and those blood nobles can only symbolize Sexually, they took out some crooked melons, cracked dates, and indiscriminate weapons to make up the numbers. This is why the entire Yuctra Hill nobles, regardless of blood or mixed blood, are risking their lives to have children.
A group of nobles were noisy and noisy until midnight. Some people left drunkenly, and some people sighed secretly and ran away. In the end, only a fraction of the original ones were left. The pretended drunkenness in Nikolai's eyes faded, and he looked around the whole place. On the scene, the nobles instantly became quiet and showed expectations.
"The ones who are left now are all our own!" Archduke Nikolai said: "Decades ago, each family has experienced a similar obscure purge, and I guess you don't want to experience it a second time-"
"Grand Duke! Let's rebel against him! Those idiots -"
"Damn you!" The aura that Grand Duke Nicola had been brewing all night almost collapsed, and he slapped the whimsical bastard away: "Since mixed-blood nobles can bleed, why can't the blood of blood-born nobles bleed? Founder There is no precedent for the death of a bloodline in the abyss of the dead. The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, not to mention it is just a newly awakened earl!"
"What the Grand Duke means..." An old nobleman trembled with excitement: "Arrange an accident and sacrifice Count Li Cang to the abyss of the dead?"
"The blood of the founder is the foundation for maintaining the seal. A pure-blood dying in the abyss of the dead is more useful than tens of thousands of mixed-bloods. If done properly, the effect is no less than completely re-strengthening the seal. The only problem is that this requires The other vampires took matters into their own hands."
Nikolai laughed loudly: "Even among the blood descendants, there is no harmony. Have you forgotten that Count Li Cang has firmly blocked a certain Grand Duke's financial path?"
When Victor Serra entered the banquet hall from the side hall, all the nobles present took a step back almost subconsciously, which showed that Lord Hyena was so prestigious that he intimidated the entire audience with his mere lordship.
"My father, Grand Duke Hahn, and the other three unnamed founder blood descendants will take over the final steps at the appropriate time." Lord Hyena seemed particularly unhappy today, and his face was extremely gloomy, giving people a sense of being selective. Hungry and thirsty: "The ugly words are ahead. They will only show up at the last moment. If they can't even deal with a count, I think it won't make much difference to your family whether they are buried in the abyss of the dead or not!"
After saying that, Victor Serra ignored the ugly faces of everyone present and left without even paying attention to Archduke Nico.
"I'm afraid you don't know that the first heir to the Grand Duke of Hahn, this little guy is definitely no less powerful than me." Grand Duke Nikolai said, "I spent a lot of effort to convince him and the Grand Duke of Hahn. , Even for the famous Lord Hyena, plotting against a blood descendant is a very difficult thing to accept."
The old noble from before said anxiously: "Grand Duke Nikolai, do you mean that our heirs will still be sent to the abyss of the dead?"
"The incident happened suddenly. This plan, which is not a plan, was forced out of desperation. There is no time left for us to come up with a better way. I am a rough man. I will only fight and kill in my life. Things will naturally go through what I am best at. To solve it..." Nico said: "Yes, people will die, or many people will die, but at least we can keep part of the capital of the family's prosperity, and the mixed blood will not last more than three generations. This is Uggtrash. According to your rules, if we follow the path acquiesced by those blood descendants, it is almost inevitable that those of us half-bloods who have fought with our lives to reach the Grand Duke's position will receive special care. We ourselves may have the strength and means to survive, but our family, our My nephew, ha!"
