"I can only take a gamble!"
"Phaodys, use all the power of truth!"
In the sky, Phaodis, who was surrounded by the Griffin King, showed up and converted all the faith he had accumulated from the people of Bolavis since he had used up his divine power to bless the Silver Deer into divine power and injected it into an illusory book in front of him.
Phaodis grew rapidly, from a boy into a tall, slender, blond young man with a stern face. A mysterious aura lingered around him, and holy divine patterns were reflected behind him.
"Is that...that Phaodis, the Lord of Truth?"
Looking at this sacred figure, some people in the crowd cried out in astonishment.
In the battle just now, Phaodis had been hiding in the dark and attacking without letting his believers see his embarrassment. This was the first time that the Phaoks saw the face of the Lord of Truth.
The Griffin King sensed a terrible crisis brewing in the illusory book shadow, so he flapped his wings and flew away without hesitation, turning into a black dot and disappearing in the distant sky.
Seeing this, Faoudis breathed a sigh of relief. The divine power he had accumulated now could only threaten the Griffin King's ultimate move. If he didn't fall for it, Faoudis could only run away with his Pope.
After the shadow of the god Phaodis disappeared from the believers' sight, everyone rushed towards Xialan. Without the threat of the Griffin King, they could deal with the beasts calmly.
Xia Lan looked at the beast herd that was about to pass by and breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. Fortunately, he scared the seventh-level monster, otherwise he would not know what to do.
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
Xia Lan, who had relaxed, did not notice a fourth-level demon pig hidden in the herd. Unlike the one that He Li killed, which was seriously injured by a crossbow arrow and had little health left, this was a fourth-level demon beast that retained its full strength!
Bang!
Xiao, who was holding a spear in front of Xia Lan, flew backwards and hit Xia Lan heavily behind him. The two of them fell to the ground like torn sackcloth, leaving a mark several meters long.
Although protected by blue-patterned steel armor, Xiao's internal organs were shattered by the direct collision, and the blood he spat out was mixed with pieces of flesh. The spear in his hand broke, and the blood dyed the dragon flag red.
With Xiao's cushioning, and subconsciously placing the steel sword in her hand against the back of the armor to absorb the force, Xia Lan survived the impact of the fourth-level demon pig.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes seeing nothing but red. He concentrated on suppressing the pain of his body being torn into pieces, quickly picked up the broken steel sword and climbed up.
The fourth-level demon pig did not leave, or rather, after the shadow chasing them in the sky disappeared, the demon pigs stopped running around and turned their targets towards Xia Lan and others.
"Form a formation!"
Staring at the pair of ferocious beast eyes in the bloody scene, Xia Lan shouted and rushed forward with the broken sword in hand.
boom!
Just as a brutal fight was about to begin, a wind blade tornado fell from the sky, and the water element turned into a water prison, which stirred up a bloody storm and left behind a pile of demon pig corpses.
Xia Lan leaned on the broken sword, wiped the blood stains on his eyes, looked at Arthurs who was howling to the sky with his seriously injured body, then looked at Xiao who was no longer breathing beside him, and used the last bit of his strength to stand up the fallen Ink Sea Dragon Flag.
The previous collision left the dragon flag a little damaged, but after being soaked in blood, it fluttered more vigorously.
"Long live Faox!"
"Long live the kingdom!"
"Long live His Majesty!"
“…”
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Xia Lan leaned against the flagpole and fainted.
…
Brownsea Island,
Varean, who had prepared everything, had not yet set out, so the delegations did not get what they wanted and stayed on Whitesea Island.
Marcus Ster lied with his eyes open, saying that the waves were too big and he refused to leave, but everyone saw him sending one of his servants out to sea.
The other lords in the delegation seemed to have forgotten their own territories. They stayed in simple hotels and held leisurely banquets. Wodek, who was in charge of surveillance, truly saw what a country noble was.
Not only did they enjoy the sour wine, hard black bread and simple raisins, but they also discussed issues such as growing vegetables, which only farmers would think about.
In the Central Garden Continent, even the impoverished barons had better taste than them. Of course, all these rich experiences in island vegetable cultivation were recorded by Wardek, and he planned to try them out on White Wave Island.
"Marcus Ster, the price of bread has gone up again. The new owner of Brownsea Island is much more stingy than Tone Soutine. He doesn't even provide food."
A slightly plump noble with a scar on his face spoke loudly with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Yes, the place we live in was provided by those sea merchants. We really should agree with those sea jackals and give this place to them as a free trade zone. Maybe they will give us a rat-free manor."
Listening to the above conversation, Wodek quietly left the hotel and observed from a distance.
Marcus Ster glanced at where Wodek was hiding, closed the window, poured a glass of wine, and said dissatisfiedly, "When the Earl left, he said not to push too hard."
"But it seems they have no intention of giving us anything. Recently, Blackbeard has gathered a group of desperate criminals to the southern Baltic Sea. We need to return to our territory and make preparations early."
Although Marcus Ster has the highest rank in the delegation, he cannot convince everyone, a baron said unhappily.
"With Earl Ashe Mido here, they can't cause any trouble. The inheritance of knowledge is what's most important. Those sea merchants can't accomplish anything, and some are already preparing to leave. Threatening them with them will only make people laugh."
Marcus Ster sipped the sour wine slowly and said with regret, "It's a pity for this pearl of the Baltic Island. Without the support of the Thirteen Councils, it might be abandoned."
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