Chapter 244: Even the Villains Have Their Own Heroes

Phocas became the Knight of the Four Rings, fulfilling his wish.

Wilson, who believed in Brondi, must have been shocked to hear the news.

Yeats still has a lot of work to do before he can become a five-ring hero.

The most urgent task is to become a Knight of the Four Rings.

Yeats stayed at Cranberry Castle for one night. The next day, with Ellie's reluctant farewell, he rode to Edinburgh, the capital of the north, with Calvin and Furcas.

The Four-Ring Knight can fly with the help of fighting spirit, which is one of the symbols of the Four-Ring Knight, but only after becoming the Five-Ring Knight can he fly long distances.

After a day of spending time together, Yeats had a preliminary understanding of the young Marquis Calvin.

Thomas devoted all his efforts to the training of his beloved son. Under his training, Calvin demonstrated the chivalrous virtues of humility, honesty, and bravery, and killed the king-level monster Chimera alone, which was enough to show that Thomas' training was effective.

There are very few four-ring knights under the age of twenty in the entire Midgard Continent, and they will be opponents that Ye Zhi should pay attention to in the competition.

In August, the sun shines through the clouds, onto the vast green meadows and rolling hills, and the streams meander through the oak forests. It is dusk, and the sunset is magnificent. Phocas pulls in the reins and ponders:

"Master, if we hurry, we will be able to see Edinburgh before sunset. We will stay in the Duke of Alba's territory for one night, and we will be able to reach London tomorrow by taking a Hippogriff."

Calvin thought about his own thoughts and said softly:

"I wonder if the Scarlet Society has infiltrated Edinburgh..."

"What did you say?" Yeats said casually.

Calvin hesitated for a moment and said:

"I was thinking about the Scarlet Society and the vampires. Some time ago, a vampire wanted to cooperate with my father, but he refused."

Ye Zhi was surprised and asked, "Your father even told you such a thing?"

Calvin nodded and said seriously, "My father, Duke Thomas, is a very upright man. He defeated Duke Hadro fairly and managed Wick Harbor in an orderly manner. He will not allow the vampires to tarnish his hard work."

Ye Zhi asked, "What is the content of the cooperation?"

Calvin said honestly, "I asked my father, but he didn't want to tell me."

Ye Zhi seemed to be thinking about something, and said, "You have the virtues of a knight, and I can tell you honestly that a vampire also sneaked into Morning Frost Ridge some time ago."

Calvin was surprised and asked, "What happened next? Did the vampire come to talk to you in person?"

Ye Zhi smiled and said, "He might have wanted to talk to me at that time, but I acted too quickly and he couldn't say anything."

Calvin's eyes turned into a look of admiration: "Not all lords dare to confront the vampires. Some lords simply swallow their anger and allow the Scarlet Society to take root in their territory."

Yeats glanced at the blond knight who looked very similar to Thomas: "So, I made the same choice as your father?"

"So, you, like my father, are worthy of my learning and respect!" Calvin nodded seriously.

"Master, Duke Thomas was once a good friend of your father." Phocas suddenly spoke.

Ye Zhi was stunned. It was the first time he heard this old news. According to Fokas, after the great victory at Morning Frost Ridge, White Night City should have belonged to the Duke of Browndi, who had made outstanding military achievements.

But at that time, Hadro, Brondy and Thomas were arguing with each other. Finally, the Golden Lion King asked the three of them to compete in archery, with the target moving back and forth. Whoever did not miss the target in the end would enter the White Night City.

"Hadro had a reckless temper and missed the target in a short while. He was so angry that his bow and arrow broke. Your father competed with Thomas from day to dusk, until the target was so far away that it could not be seen, but he still did not miss the target."

Yeats asked, "In the end, the Duke of Bronte lost?"

Fokasi said, "Yes, because your father never realized that Thomas had such archery skills, and thought that he had misjudged him. Because they were good friends, he voluntarily gave up."

"Then what?"

"Thomas also gave up, and the last two of them played rock-paper-scissors, and Thomas got lucky."

Ye Zhi said helplessly: "For a city as big as White Night, is it too much of a joke to decide the ownership by rock-paper-scissors?"

Calvin said: "Father once said that major events in history may be accomplished in an instant in an absurd form."

Ye Zhi was startled, looked around at the repetitive scenery, frowned and said: "Don't you feel that we have been going in circles when we were chatting just now?"

The hills had blocked the last rays of the setting sun. Before night fell, the sky turned a grayish purple. Calvin's face changed, and his voice became indescribably hoarse: "We have just been to this oak forest."

Ye Zhi quickly had some guesses in his mind.

The representative spell of the high-level illusionist, illusion! This illusion can construct a real landscape, and in the hands of a cunning illusionist, it can have the effect of a ghost wall!

Ye Zhi's eyes lit up with the purple light of the Eyes of Thousand Illusions, trying to see through the surrounding scenes, but it only caused ripples in the illusion and failed to shake the foundation of the illusion.

Ye Zhi's expression also changed a little. As the chosen one of the Mist God, he was unable to see through the illusion. This meant that the other party's attainment in illusion was an order of magnitude higher than his! "Zhuanya, come and take a look!" Ye Zhi said.

Zuanya's illusion was far superior to Ye Zhi's. He said solemnly: "The illusion is not the key, the caster is the key... Most likely a hero-level one!"

As they were talking, Yeats and his group walked around a bush.

The environment was still familiar, but a large sea of ​​roses suddenly appeared in front of me, as if they had descended from the sky, exuding a strange atmosphere.

"What a beautiful rose field..." Calvin's eyes were a little dazed, "The flowers smell so sweet..."

Ye Zhi frowned. How could this be the fragrance of flowers? It was clearly the stench of a rotting corpse!

A breeze blew, and the strong stench made Yeats almost nauseous. The pure rose sea had black and gold spots. Looking closely, these roses were actually alive! Like insects, they grew on the nutrients of the bones! Suddenly, all the flowers took off like a swarm of bees. The black spots on the roses were like eyes with dim light, and the sharp thorns pointed directly at Yeats! The second-ring magic plant, the rotten blood rose, there were hundreds of them! Calvin walked towards the horrible roses in the sky with a smile on his face, like a zombie.

Yeats pressed Calvin's shoulders and said sternly:

"Snowy Owl, Blizzard!!"

With a cry, the magic pet plane opened and a snow-white figure flew out from it.

The snowy owl spread its wings, and a cold blue light flashed in its eyes. The frost elements in the creation field surged wildly, and the air suddenly became bone-chillingly cold!

Snow and ice fell, and the majestic frost elements were surging in the dark clouds. The sky was gloomy, and snowflakes fell from the sky, turning into sharp hail in an instant. The power continued to increase, and the wind was mixed with icicles. The blizzard was like a torrent covering the sky and the earth! The power of the five-ring spell was like the wrath of nature. The dense rotten blood roses were swallowed by the blizzard, like an entire army was destroyed in an instant!

Calvin has regained consciousness and is standing with Yeats in the barrier created by the snowy owl. His pupils are constricted and his breathing is becoming rapid.

He saw hundreds of rotten blood roses, frozen into ice sculptures before this majestic frost spell, and then shattered one by one! 'This is the spell of Baron Yeats's pet! A five-ring spell!'

Calvin was extremely shocked. In one move, hundreds of low-level monsters were wiped out! "Ye Zhi, there is a loophole in the illusion, at that position!" Diamond shared the vision.

"I see it." Ye Zhi's eyes lit up with purple light, and he used illusion to reverse the illusion.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Snap!

The illusion shattered.

It was already dark outside, with no starlight. Atop the piles of rotting petals, crouched a gigantic crimson spider.

Deathly Blood Spider.

It was a king-level magical beast, with ten spider legs and a face that were all blood red and covered with sharp barbs. Its eight eyes looked more like human eyes than compound eyes, looking down coldly. A pair of pincers emerged from its mouthparts, and a hissing sound pierced Ye Zhi's ears like a devil's voice, ringing right next to Ye Zhi's ears.

Compared to common eight-legged spiders, the Blood Demon Spider has an extra pair of legs, which can be used for feeding, piercing the prey's body and drinking blood. The more blood it drinks, the brighter the red of the Blood Demon Spider's armor.

Blood was boiling, and there was no telling how many lives were taken by this deadly blood spider. Ye Zhi raised his cold eyes and locked onto the figure on the back of the deadly blood spider.

The vampire marquis! The man was tall and slender, his black robe almost blending into the darkness, his face was cold and pale, with sharp edges and corners, deep eye sockets, and a hint of sneer at the corners of his mouth.

The Vampire Marquis exudes the heroic five-ring aura.

Facing the Five Rings, if there is no [belief] to fight against them, the fighting spirit will no longer exist! The night is low, the clouds are heavy, and the wind cannot blow away the thick blood.

"You can see through my illusions, which is rare."

The Blood Marquis stood on the back of the Death Thorn Blood Demon Spider, staring at Ye Zhi with a slight smile on his face.

"You are qualified to know my name, Marquis Delacourt Reid."

"Marquis? This doesn't look like a marquis's car." Ye Zhi glanced at the deadly blood spider.

De La Cruz said calmly:

"It is true that it is often inelegant, but in order to ensure that the plan goes smoothly, I have no choice but to go with him."

"Is it related to the beloved son of Duke Thomas?" Yeats glanced at Calvin.

Dracus smiled, revealing his sharp fangs, and his handsome face suddenly became hideous.

"I like smart people, so as long as you hand him over to me, you can leave here."

Calvin clenched his fists.

Yeats said calmly, "Because you want Thomas to work for the Scarlet Society, but you don't dare to attack him directly, so you want to use his son as a threat?"

"Too smart is just being too smart." Delacroix said lightly, "I don't want to repeat it again. Leave him to me."

Ye Zhi looked a little solemn.

Heroes… Not only good guys have heroes, bad guys also have bad heroes.

Wouldn't it be a good idea to just sit back and watch the fire from the other side of the river if we don't get involved in the dispute between the Scarlet Society and the City of White Night?

"Let me come forward, Lord Yeats."

Calvin suppressed the trembling in his voice and said in a low voice: "You have helped me a lot. I can't let you get involved anymore..."

Delacourt's cold eyes fixed on Yeats's hand on the hilt of the sword, and he chuckled:

"So you're not very smart?"

Yeats ignored him and turned his head slightly.

"My reason for helping you is simple, Calvin."

Calvin was startled, only to see that Baron Yeats's profile was firm and his face was glowing with a different kind of expression.

"I hate spiders."

Clang! The shield shines, and the sword is unsheathed! (End of this chapter)