Chapter 170 Awaiting Determination
Lynch searched the ratman's nest again and found a strange letter in human skin.
There were ugly, crooked words on it that Lynch couldn't understand.
The archmage took the skin with disgust and translated it.
"The Sinking Land Plan cannot be stopped. This is the will of the Thirteenth Council, but I will no longer interfere in Lustria's trivial matters."
"Lord Sikuk of the Plague Clan will deal with those annoying fleas. I must go to the sea and get rid of the ancient dragon demon that is in the way. This is also the will of the Thirteen Councils."
"I know that many of you think I have failed. It is best to give up this ridiculous fantasy. Everything is still in the hands of the great Grey Prophet of the "Greatest Doomsday."
"Continue to follow my orders! Otherwise you will surely bear the wrath of the Council of Thirteen!"
"The most terrifying gray prophet of doomsday?" Lynch strangely experienced some emotional fluctuations. This title was like thunder in his ears, awakening his long-lost memories.
Teclis looked at the human skin again, confirming the correctness of his translation and adding his own opinion.
"This appears to be a threatening letter."
Lynch did not answer, but recalled the various accidents along the way.
No wonder there was a storm upon his head.
No wonder a secret keeper appeared inexplicably in the previous war.
If the Grey Seer named Tsanquilo was present, everything would make sense.
This cunning guy must have prepared many incredible plans and executed them with reckless caution, which allowed Lynch to achieve the final victory.
Almost every time Chuan Quillo's plan ends in a ridiculous accident.
This accident would be fatal to anyone, especially to the fragile rat people.
Therefore, if we ignore the powerful magic power of Chuan Kui Luo and the terrible destructive power contained in its plan, we can completely regard it as an uninvited reinforcement.
Because it's so unlucky.
But fortunately, as far as Lynch knows, it is extremely favored by the Rat God.
Only a Grey Prophet as powerful as it could survive each disaster unscathed.
Lynch suddenly recalled the severed tail he had chopped off before, and perhaps this time it did not escape unscathed.
Deep within the hold of a sailing ship bound for the Old World, piled high with cargo.
Chuan Kui Luo curled up in the shadows, stroking the half of his tail in pain. Chuan Kui Luo had to find the best biological master to restore it.
If it could, it would never come to Lustria again.
It would be best if he never saw the lizard thing again, he admitted that he was afraid of it.
It was almost, it was almost stopping breathing forever.
Tsanquiro felt cold all over and pressed his ears tightly against his head.
The sound of human conversation could be heard above, and the Gray Prophet hid in the gap between wooden boxes, feeling lonely and afraid.
It only has two pieces of warpstone left.
If discovered by the humans in the cargo ship, its power would only be further weakened.
It no longer has servants to command. In fact, it must now return to the Abandoned Rat City to report and face the judgment of the Grey Prophet Lord.
To deal with the dragon demon? This is just a trick to deceive those clan leaders.
Of course, this is also its only chance to survive. It must convince the Thirteen Councils that "The Greatest Doomsday" has the ability to deal with the behemoth that is almost a god.
Chuan Kui Luo felt cold again. The dampness in the cabin had a serious impact on him, but more of it was the chill that came from his heart.
It is impossible to kill the "God of the Mountains", a monster as old as the world itself.
However, Chuan Kui Luo has already thought of a plan. As long as the Thirteen Councils do not directly take its life when it returns to report, it can achieve its goal with a slight discount.
The boat was rocked by the growing waves, and Chuan Kuiro was startled, and all the hair on his body stood up.
It prayed, pleading fearfully with the Great Horned Rat to give it another chance, so that it could safely reach the Ruined Rat City and survive the trial of the twelve great lords.
It was unwilling to die like this. It was just one step away. As long as it achieved enough merits, Chuan Kuro could replace the old man Kritislik and inherit its seat after murdering it.
In the vast ocean, on a dragon ship named Calendia.
"Lord Kraken" Locksia shook off the blood on his two red swords, looked back at the burning dragon ship, and laughed heartily.
The sea lord of Asur, the commander of the dragonship fleet that sank the Black Ark of Clarkarond, Aislin, who claimed to be the vanguard of the Matheran army, had just been kicked into the sea by him.
Let Matheran drown the fool! The Tower of the Blessed Wicked was heaving in the gloomy storm, with damaged dragon and eagle ships drifting around it.
The black dragon and the sun dragon roared in the sky, rolling and fighting in the clouds.
The Doomsday Reaper warship dragged by the sea dragon crashed into the desperate Asur dragon ship. Such collisions could be seen everywhere.
From time to time, half-sunken warships would desperately ram into enemy ships, but would be completely sunk by magic or sea monsters.
Abyss Sirens harassed the eagle ships, and all the Asur mages were killed in the sudden attack by Kane's assassins.
The Druzi pirates fought with the Asur Sea Guards on the dragon ship, and Kane's witch spirits kept jumping out of the sea, climbing onto the deck, shouting Kane's name, and dancing a dance of killing behind the Sea Guards.
Only the smaller and better-equipped White Lion warriors were able to adapt to the dilemma of being attacked from both sides, but they were soon overwhelmed by the pirates who outnumbered them several times.
This encounter was about to end. Of Asur's nearly a thousand warships, only dozens were still floating on the sea, and there were only a few warriors able to continue fighting.
The Fiery Sun Dragon was shot down by the Black Dragon and fell into the sea in front of Loxia, splashing waves all over the sky.
As Loxia was about to reach the center of the storm, the Supreme Sorceress gave him an abrupt order.
The crazy woman didn't seem to be in a very good condition, and Locksia's vampire ally did a good thing.
Lord Kraken needs to get the final benefit from the vampire pirates, and he wants to have his cake and eat it too.
Anyway, the Witch King's Mother didn't know about his private deal with the vampires.
He traveled thousands of miles to rescue, didn't he deserve a reward? In the vast ocean, in the huge fleet of Tyrion, the Shield of Ulthuan, a scream tore through the silence of the night.
"No!"
Prince Sirion of Itain looked sadly at the torn body of his friend. Just ten minutes ago, they were still talking about the storm not far away.
Obamon's face was forever frozen in some kind of intense pain.
The murderer left no traces, and there was no mess in the house caused by fighting.
But Si Leon vaguely guessed the identity of the murderer.
Sirion clearly remembered that before taking a nap, Obamon said that he found the movements of the ratmen seemed a little strange, as if they were hiding something.
Then he died silently on the central command ship surrounded by tens of thousands of warships.
On board this ship was the Archmage of Saphire, the most powerful warriors of Ulthuan, and many elven nobles, but not a single elf noticed anything unusual.
There is no doubt that the other party possesses extremely advanced stealth skills.
Sirion was chilled, weak with grief, trembling with rage.
There were frequent footsteps outside the house, and soon, Prince Tyrion rushed into the room fully armed.
(End of this chapter)
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