I became the ancestor of the blood clan

Yisha's eyes lit up when she heard this, and it was a surprise for the girl to be able to help Li De.

"Teacher, I am willing~" Although she hadn't heard what it was, Isa immediately agreed, her beautiful eyes narrowed into a crescent shape.

In the girl's heart, Li De is the most trustworthy person in the world, not one of them.

For him and even she is willing to give her life.

Li De nodded, his tone became a little solemn.

"I need Isha's blood..."

blood?Hearing this word, both of them were a little dazed.

In Glory, once something is linked to blood, it is all related to evil.

Vampires, demons, priests of evil gods and so on.

To Li De's surprise, Wei Na didn't ask any questions, and neither did Isa. The two girls just looked at him with trusting eyes.

There is trust in the eyes that outsiders can't imagine, it seems that this is not a big deal.

"Teacher ~ here" Yisha weakly handed her small snow-white hand bowl to Li De, and there was sincere joy in those ruby ​​eyes.

Isa can finally help the teacher.

Looking at the eyes of the two, Li De felt warm in his heart.

It is difficult for outsiders to imagine the feeling of such unconditional trust.

The corners of the mouth hang in a high arc.

"Teacher will not let you down."

Chapter 175 I have cubs of the golden race...

"Viscount Bernard, I need the blood of the golden race, please help me"

Grote knelt on one knee in front of Viscount Bernard, this northern warrior who dared to charge ten times and a hundred times the enemy, was extremely humble at this moment.

With the future of the Northland unfulfilled, this warrior, who would not bow his head even if his body was pierced by an epee, lowered his high head again and again.

Viscount Bernard took a deep look at his chief guard and shook his head.

"Groot, you should know what kind of existence the golden race is, if you can hunt extraordinary dragons, I can tell you about a fire dragon.

But now, you can't even defeat me...

I can not help you. "

Grote opened his mouth to say something, and finally sighed dejectedly.

Extraordinary dragon...

He does not lack the courage to face the dragon, but he does not have the strength to defeat the opponent.

Although he is not afraid of danger, he is not a barbarian without brains.

"I will use all the power of the Dark Covenant to search for the golden race for you, but now, our goal should be the twelve magic scrolls.

Grote, the artifact has unimaginable power, I don't think it can solve the difficulties you are facing now"

Hearing this statement, Grote's face showed a bit of confusion, and finally he sighed dejectedly.

"Thank you for your help, Beidi will always be in my heart"

After speaking, he stood up and hammered his chest hard with his fist.

After coming out of Viscount Bernard's residence, Grote's face still had an unrelenting heaviness.

Although the power of the artifact was unimaginable, he didn't think the twelve magic scrolls could restore the consumed lifespan.

Currently only the blood of the golden race can heal the Valkyries of the North.

So he must obtain the blood of the golden race within three months.

This difficulty is not even easier than hunting extraordinary beings.

Could it be that there is no hope for all this? ?

The royal family of the Northern Land, which was exchanged for the horn of the Northern Dragon Rhino which symbolizes the glory of the Northern Land, is going to go away like the Glory of the Northern Land?

There was nothing in those black eyes.

At this moment, this northern warrior could not find his way to the future.

"Good day, Lord Grote," at this moment, a voice with a smile came from beside him.

Grote turned his head and looked at the person with some surprise in his eyes.

"Good day, Lord Amy"

He had little contact with Amy before. In fact, it should be the profession that this northern warrior disdained Amy very much before—the shadow priest. It's a disgusting rat.

But now, Amy, who has become a high priest of 15 shadows, has the qualifications to talk to him.

So looking at the other party's thick smile at this time, I don't understand his plan.

"Lord Grote, maybe I have what you want"

Grote felt the burning look in Amy's eyes frown.

"Your Excellency Amy, are you sure?? What I need now is the blood of the golden race, can you get it?"

The tone was slightly mocking, something that even the Viscount Bernard didn't have, how could a mouse that was chased all over the street by that low-level bishop of the Knights Temple some time ago have it?

But to his surprise, the shadow high priest was not angry. Instead, he took out a transparent crystal bottle the size of a little finger from his pocket, and there were a few drops of blood red with a pale golden color flowing in it.

Seeing this scene, Grote's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the transparent crystal bottle in disbelief.

At this time, the light golden body fluid in the bottle was full of vitality. He swore that this was the most vital blood he had ever seen, even more shocking than the blood of extraordinary life.

Even the holy water blessed by the goddess in the Temple of the Goddess of Life is far inferior!

A title came to Grote's mind that made him shudder.

Golden Race! !

Grote, who was already close to despair, was overwhelmed by a huge surprise at this time.

Golden Race!Unexpectedly, the golden race was actually found!

This is a higher life like a giant dragon!

"Your Excellency Amy, please forgive my recklessness and ignorance, I swear to the God of War, I didn't mean to..." Grote's tone was mixed with anxiety and surprise, and he apologized to Amy without any airs.

This northern warrior has completely lost the arrogance he had just now.

"Dear Lord Grote, I'm here to make a deal with you"

Amy's tone was a bit of a smile, and she didn't seem to be offended by Grote's rudeness.

After hearing this, Grote asked urgently.

"Your Excellency Amy, do you really have the blood of the golden race? I intend to trade with you"

"Mr. Grote, this is the blood I just got from the golden race this morning,"

Amy reached out and handed the crystal vial to Grote.

Feeling the breath of life that was so strong that it was about to erupt up close, Grote couldn't hide his excitement.

"May I ask what price I have to pay to get it?"

It naturally refers to the golden race.

Grote shook his head: "Sorry, Mr. Grote, the golden race is not for sale."

Grote's face changed in vain, but the second half of Amy's sentence made him slightly relieved.

"This cub of the golden race was accidentally obtained by me on the border of the orcs. I think no one knows the preciousness of the golden race better than you.

So I'm not selling it at any cost, but some blood isn't a big deal"

Amy had a big smile on her face.

"I also hope to win Lord Grote's friendship through this, as for the price of blood.

I want the treasure of the North - the Mithril Armor"

Grote's face changed slightly when he heard this. He didn't expect Amy, a spellcaster, to choose this treasure.

Although the Mithril Armor is not as precious as the Northern Dragon Rhino's horn, it is his most important life-saving inner armor.

The Mithril Armor forged by dwarf casting masters with precious materials such as mithril, fine gold, underground cold iron, lava core, etc. is a well-deserved treasure. Grote fought in the Northland for 20 years when he was young. Shining Armor saved him at least thirty times.

If this treasure is lost, Grote can even feel that his strength will drop by two layers.

"Of course, if you don't want to, forget it, I swear to the goddess of magic, I..."

There was a bit of reluctance in Grote's eyes, but he nodded resolutely.

"No, Your Excellency Amy, I mean it"

The blood of the royal family of the Northland cannot be cut off. The future Northland needs a king.

He has already paid for the honor of the Northland—the single horn of the dragon and rhinoceros of the Northland, and he doesn't care about giving up another piece of precious Mithril Armor for the Northland.

Although this may be his most reluctant treasure.

When Amy took over the ten-pound hollow dense silver armor with a unique bright silver light, a big smile appeared on her face.

"Your Excellency Grote, you should dispatch your subordinates to take the noble Northland royal family out of the city with me."

"Out of town?"

Grote frowned.

"Of course, you don't think I will keep the cubs of the golden race in Green City, do you?" Amy had a strange expression on her face.

"I don't mind if you bring more subordinates, in fact, after completing this transaction, I will leave Green City to take an adventure in an ancient ruin.

Maybe the next time I come back will be ten or twenty years later, and then I think I will try to break through the extraordinary." Amy's eyes were filled with uncontrollable frenzy.

Seeing this scene, Grote felt a little disdainful in his heart. These damn spellcasters always wanted to obtain the lost magic from the ancient ruins and take a shortcut to become extraordinary.

Amy didn't seem to see Grote's undisguised disgust, and continued, "If it wasn't for the fact that the ruins are too dangerous and need a piece of armor that can withstand powerful attacks, I wouldn't expose the golden race. exist.

Their importance, I don't think I need to explain too much. "

Amy's tone was somewhat unwilling, as if he had suffered a lot from this transaction.

Grote felt slightly relieved when he heard this.

Most of the original vigilance disappeared.

"No, I believe my 20-year old friend, Your Excellency Amy, I just need to bring a team of northern warriors"

Amy waved her hand indifferently, "No, I think you can bring a few more teams."

The vigilance in Grote's eyes disappeared, and he nodded with a smile.

"As you wish"

In fact, regardless of whether Amy agrees or not, he will bring a few more teams of subordinates. This inquiry is just a test.

And Amy's answer also reassured him. This person didn't have too much malice towards him, otherwise he should find a way to reduce his helpers.

Amy looked at Grote's kind eyes and cheered loudly in her heart.

Goddess of the Evernight, the wisdom of the ancestors is enough to make the sun pale!

Chapter 176 Life and death are bearish

Two Sunday hours later.

Standing in his manor, Grote looked at the dozens of northern warriors in armor forged by dwarves and ready to go in the front yard, his eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Northern warriors are born fighters from the main plane of glory. Even civilians who have never seen northern warriors have a [-]% chance of recognizing them as northern warriors after seeing them for the first time.

Because that unique temperament is really outstanding.