"That's it."
Alkadiza agreed to the plan to go south immediately. The past decades of slowly learning sacrificial rituals and reading books had made him feel that he was wasting his time.
Although he is still young, his father has long since aged.
If we put it a few months later, who can guarantee that he will still be able to see it?
About two hours later, the sun moved from an easterly position overhead to a higher altitude.
On one side of the palace, in front of the palace gate, which was slightly empty due to the lack of guards, an all-black carriage and a carriage of supplies followed a war body.
Alkadiza stood on top of the chariot, holding the reins, already at his side. The original driver was holding a spear and leaning on the railing beside him, on the side of the chariot, fully Wsolun, wrapped in a black robe, spoke.
"Even with Neferata's bloodline strength, you can't see the sun, so remember to cover the carriage with black cloth."
"If Astri is not too far away and there is no base suitable for stopping within a hundred kilometers, I can still use the Shadow Bridge to send you there."
"Then don't bother."
The prince declined and said that since he knew that the source of the old vampire's magic power mainly came from human souls, he felt uncomfortable with being exposed to his magic.
"The Shadow Bridge consumes the wind of shadows attracted by the blocked light. It does not consume souls. It just takes a little longer to prepare."
Wosolun explained, swinging his robe, and a blue-black mist emerged from the shadows.
"Speaking of which, I thought of a place that I can send you to."
"What?"
"Although we don't have a stronghold at the southernmost point of a hundred kilometers, I can send you to a place less than fifty kilometers away from Lybaras. The daily 6 hours of travel time can be extended to 12 hours, and you can be at Lybaras Spend the night in the city."
"The tasks of preparing food and taking care of the horses can be left to the Lybalas, and we can save this time."
the prince responded.
"Yes, you can rest in Lybaras first and then go to Astri. In this case, you can save nearly two days."
As he spoke, Wosuolun shook his head again as if he remembered something.
"However, one problem is that Neferata told us before she fell into coma that the Lybalas people knew what happened last night, so we can't be sure of their attitude."
"If we don't take a long detour from Quata in the west, we will have to pass through the territory of Lybalas in the south anyway."
Arcadiza said that if he wanted to avoid those Lybalas people, the journey would be extended to an unknown number of weeks.
You know, Astri is the southernmost city-state of Nehekhara, close to those lizard-like barbarians.
Finally, the prince spoke to the old vampire in a commanding tone.
"Send me to Lybaras."
"As you command, the future Emperor Alkadiza."
Alkadiza reminded him, squinting at the vampire necromancer's obvious feigned obedience.
"The research on necromancy must be conducted in an area far away from Laemia and cannot affect the city of Laemia."….
"Of course it is. I will control the corruption problem, and you don't have to worry about the risk of Usoran usurping the throne. After all, you are inheriting Khemri, not Lahmia."
Wosolun said with a hint of confusion in his ugly voice.
"This woman's power starts to depend on your words, which is more beneficial to you, right?"
Alkadiza didn't like the way he spoke, but there was nothing he could do about it, since he was right.
"I admit, I do have plans to control Neferata."
"After the initial fear? What a strong desire to control."
As he spoke, the gray circle expanded, and the prince and his party disappeared into the gray beam of light that surged into the sky.
At the same time
At that time, in Laemia City, the search work was being carried out nervously.
Behind the Ukrainian special agents were the accompanying troops who had been summoned by them a long time ago. Behind them, a few obviously exhausted guys were being shackled.
On the spear of the soldier at the front was the head of a guy who was trying to resist. Blood kept dripping on his hand, and the constant greasy feeling made him wipe the blood with the corner of his shirt.
However, this did not seem to stop the surrounding crowd from watching the excitement.
"Is this U***te?"
While he was talking, the thin man who spoke was leaning on the table with a leather helmet that already had a slash mark, and was eating a plate of oil and vinegar salmon, with a bowl of hummus mixed with rice beside him.
"If they hadn't moved, it would have looked like an ordinary statue used by wealthy people."
Another guy with a bright, unrusted battle ax tied to his waist was sitting opposite him, eating barbecue meatballs made of meat he didn't know what kind of meat he had, with a bowl of rice pudding placed underneath, and said with a sneer.
"That's because you don't know how to do it. Have you seen the rune weapon in Wu's hand? It would take ten years of your salary to buy one that you can use. Moreover, I'm sure the effect will be better than that thing. There’s a lot of difference.”
The thin man laughed in agreement.
"If I had that much money, I would have bought five or six houses in Lahmia, retired from the caravan and worked as a charterer, bought any weapons, and had enough to eat."
After taking a few mouthfuls of rice, he set his sights on Wu Fengte again.
Seeing the blue runes on each other's bodies become brighter, they stretched out their hands and moved around the house, as if detecting something.
Then with a gesture from them, the city defense troops rushed into the home of the resident they were pointing at, and captured another guy similar to those behind them.
"However, they are relying on the power of the goddess to find evildoers, just like what the story books say."
Eating the hummus from his hometown, he felt like he was almost recalling the stories he heard from his family more than ten years ago when he was a child.
It is said that souls favored by the gods can become the envoys of the gods after death and return to the living world.
"It would be great if I could become the goddess's messenger after I die."
he sighed.
No matter how he wants to end this life, there will always be some unfinished things in the mortal world, and it is always good to be able to return to the living world after death. ….
"Just you? They are all champion warriors in front of them. Even if you are a mortal, you can kill ten of them in just ten seconds."
His companion laughed, obviously not thinking that he could succeed.
Regardless of his identity as a caravan guard or his fighting ability, the boy in front of him has no ability to be favored by the gods, at least not by the gods he knows.
If there really was a god who could take a fancy to this kind of thing, he really wanted to know how that kind of idiot became a god.
As the meal continued, Wu Fengte got so close that they could hear clearly the conversation between Wu Fengte and the soldiers.
"Be prepared to assist in the search. If you encounter a monster that you cannot match, blow the whistle and we will deal with it."
"Yes, Lord God Envoy."
The big caravan guard pulled out the battle ax from his waist and slapped the table.
"Hey, don't make such a big move, we are eating here, the ashes fell into the bowl, Mr. Angel."
On one side of Lahmia City, in a lower-class area of the wealthy area that is well known to the upper class, the owner of the slum casino was drinking with his friends at home.
The other party was obviously shocked by the news about the casino owner.
"In one month, the price of silk will plummet? Where did you get the news?"
His eyes were widened. Not to mention the source of this news, let’s just talk about this time point, one month.
Who can know about something so long ago? Even if someone tipped off the information, it would be impossible - if the fleet of the Eastern Silk Country could be known one month in advance,
If there are any trends, then why don’t those guys with clippers like that transport more silk to sell?
If it were about the yield of crops like chickpeas or barley, he might still believe it.
After reacting, the boss's friend shook his head repeatedly.
"I guess you may have been deceived by a psychotic liar from somewhere."
"You wouldn't be able to say something like this unless you're so crazy that you even speak incoherently."
The boss didn't care what he said, so he filled up a glass of wine sold to his friend.
"I don't know if this news channel is reliable. Let's give it a try first."
After seeing the news yesterday afternoon, he went through the channels of social groups behind the casino, borrowed about 50 pieces of silk from some Sinian businessmen, and made a promise to return 60 pieces in a month.
At the same time, that afternoon, the casino owner used the same channel to sell the silks.
50 horses is not a large number, and it seems a bit cautious, but for people like him, it is necessary to prepare more escape routes all year round.
Even if the silk price did not fall as expected, the book he got was not completely accurate. With his wealth, compensation for 10 pieces of silk was not a big deal.
However, if that book had always been accurate, he wouldn't need to open a casino and live in a slum like this for rich people.
"I have a hunch that this time, we are going to make a fortune."
The boss happily talked to his friend, but a sharp female voice interrupted his words.
"I think you were blinded by the devil! You did this evil behavior because you were holding the book that the devil passed down to the human world!"
A middle-aged woman with messy hair and a snake-shaped pendant hanging around her neck came out of the aisle without wearing shoes. ….
Seeing this woman, the boss was angry and his veins popped out. He walked up to the woman, raised his hand and knocked her to the ground with a slap. There was a trace of blood on the middle-aged woman's face.
"Shut up! Woman! Go back to your room! Don't let me see you again!"
As he said this, he would grab the broom that was placed beside you.
However, having his friend at home allowed him to calm down his anger immediately.
"After being so disturbed, I lost all interest in drinking. Today is not a good reception. Let's talk some other time."
After sending his friend out of the house, the casino owner grabbed his wife and threw her, leaving her on the floor breathless for a long time.
the fat man shouted hysterically.
"This is obviously a gift from the gods. They sent that old gambler to me and let this precious thing fall into my hands. So, you crazy woman! Get out of the house! "
As he said this, he was about to lock the woman into a small dark room. However, when he reached out and grabbed the small book on the table, he was surprised to find that there was no word in it.
"What's going on? The writing on the chart has faded."
At this time, he heard the shouts of several neighbors who were similar to him outside the house.
"What's going on outside?"
"The city defense army brought two giants to arrest people on the street! It's not someone's fault."
Hearing this, the casino owner felt a panic in his heart for no reason.
Looking at the weird and magical pamphlet, he couldn't help but swallow. Could it be that this thing was really contraband?
At this moment, thousands of kilometers away, in the tunnels of the Skaven Underground Fortress, a white-haired engineering warlock followed by three rats and one elf set foot on a familiar land that seemed like he had been away for three years.
"I'm finally back. Although it was hard work, it only took three days to get back and forth. It was really unexpected."
Eski sighed, flipping through the books in his hands.
In the past few hours, these things had never left his hands, even when he was casting spells.
However, although the knowledge in these books is rich, it is indeed not comparable to the gifts of the gods.
This made the Witch Spirit, who was reading another book along the way, question the engineering warlock. After Eski thought for a long time, he could only give a fair and reasonable explanation.
"Although it also contains Nagash's will and solutions, it doesn't seem to be the famous nine volumes of Nagash in later generations. They are all records of his early research on magic, and the words and diagrams also contain his magic power. .”
"As for the nine books, will they be created after he completes the crown of witchcraft? I'm not sure."
As he spoke, the engineering warlock turned his head and showed a strange smile to the wizard spirit and his subordinates.
"Also, now there is a question. I have brought these books back to the underground fortress. Will Nagash sense it?"
"Although I know that the existing troops are enough to defend against Nagash's attack, I will still be distressed if the casualties increase."
Hecate rolled her eyes and continued to read the part about the nature of the soul and spells in the book in her hand.
Esky shrugged, unfazed by Hecate's behavior.
Rather, after studying for a long time, he felt much more relaxed.
Although he still hasn't found a way to solve the soul fragments in the Hell Blade, he has learned several ways to strengthen his soul and will.
The most obvious effect is that after casting the storage spell of Heavenly Wind, the load of willpower required to maintain the connection between matter and time and space is no longer an obvious burden for him.
If we continue to study like this, the problem of soul fragments will already be a trivial matter.
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