Proof of the Sun King

"Just one sentence, that is, get out, greedy human beings, Athel Loren doesn't welcome you!" Francois laughed non-stop: "Cas Vann lost dozens of sergeants for this, one The courtiers and a troop of knights, oh, and his gifts, all of which were taken by the wood elves."

"Hahahaha~" The three Holy Grail Knights burst into laughter, and Bethmond slapped his thighs hard: "It deserves it! Any attempt to communicate with the wood elves will be regarded as malicious by them, and only they take the initiative. The proposal to sign a trade agreement has never been passively accepted, otherwise I would definitely have traded with them.”

Louis laughed. He stroked his goatee and shook his head helplessly: "Based on what I know about Kasfann, he must have declared war with the wood elves in a huff, right?"

"Casfann? Our Duke of Palaon has already turned his back on the wood elves, but he is now being chased by the debt collectors in Marienburg. I'm afraid he won't have the time to send troops." Francois smiled wryly. He shook his head: "Richard can't handle so much now, he is still worried about what to do next year's Curona Knights Conference, the royal family's finances are in difficulty now, but out of the kingdom's plans, the Knights Conference will definitely be a big deal, Otherwise, honor will be damaged."

"There will be a way. Even if Richard can't do it, His Royal Highness Morgiana will come forward to undertake it. What I am interested in is not this, what I am interested in is why that kid Ryan can let the wood elf take the initiative to sign a trade agreement with him. Instead, Bethmond asked François: "Wood elves are dead brains. The last time we had someone who could trade with wood elves was the Holy Grail Knight, Count Ledermond, who were all long swords. Morgiana was wearing a long grey silk dress with a tube top, covered with gold silk threads and silver chains, and pieces of gold iris emblem, and the lake **** witch wore a gold laurel wreath on her waist. Wearing a gold belt, she showed off her beautiful figure.

She was wearing a blue cape outside, her long golden wavy hair was draped behind her shoulders, and Morgiana's blue eyes were full of icy coldness above her alluring face: "We've arrived at Berleon, Clemente. ."

Behind Morgiana, a Prophet of the Lake God followed her. The Prophet of the Lake God also wore a blue tube top dress, but unlike Morgiana, she used a headscarf to tie her hair. After hearing Morgiana's words, the prophet of the lake **** named Clement answered in a low voice: "My lord, are you planning to First go to the people to find the prodigy, or do you want to go to Beleon Castle first to collect tithes from Lord Theodoric?"

"...The war continues here. According to my prediction, there is only one girl with sufficient qualifications in the Principality of Berleon this year. Let's go directly to that village, and then go to Berleon Castle." Morgiana hesitated. Still decided to go to the predicted village first and take the girl away first.

"Yes." The Prophet of the Lake God stopped talking.

Morgiana sat sideways on the unicorn Hilfarne, and Clement followed behind on a half-blood elf warhorse. They did not take the main road, but the small road, avoiding the main flow of people and avoiding the Crowded places.

Even so, Morgiana noticed that the population of Berleon had shrunk a lot after more than two decades of war, especially in winter, when the land was vast, and there were only a few small villages and a large number of hoards. In the snow-covered fields, many farmlands were deserted, and the two of them even passed several unsweeped battlefields, where dozens of corpses were piled up. On the spot, the entire battlefield site exuded a stench.

In the middle of the battlefield, several ghouls were greedily eating the delicious corpses. They were tearing at the carrion with their teeth, drinking the smelly blood, and making a rattling sound.

The appearance of the Lake God Witch quickly caught their attention. Seeing the fierce and fierce gaze of the Lake God Witch, the ghouls screamed and ran away in fright.

"Wind Blast!" Morgiana immediately raised her hand, and the magic syllable sounded in her mouth. A whirlwind of pure energy passed through the cold air, blowing snowflakes on the ground and rolling them up, Rolled directly towards a few ghouls.

The ghouls screamed and fled, and the hurricane of Wind Explosion concentrated them and blew them away, and then Morgiana stretched out a jade hand with white lace gloves and slammed it in the air with a fierce expression.

"Crack~" Several ghouls instantly turned into blood mist, leaving no corpses behind.

"Humph!" Morgiana's eyes were full of disgust and hatred, and she snorted coldly: "Hurry up to your destination, or it will be dark, and the night is a paradise for these undead creatures."

"Go, Hilfarne, go quickly." Morgiana urged her unicorn, and her unicorn understood the meaning of the master~www.wuxiaspot.com~ took a step and started to trot, the lake The witch of the gods and the prophet of the lake **** no longer paid attention to some situations on the road, and concentrated on the journey.

After a long period of war, the farmland was deserted, the dense population became thin, and many big trees on the roadside hung corpses. Duke Theodoric was very cruel to the serfs in the territory. If there is involvement, then the only punishment is hanging.

Stealing, hanging, hurting others, hanging, resisting the taxation, hanging, the knight, unpleasant, hanged.

So along the way, you can see the hanged serfs, and many vultures are eating these hanged corpses. Morgiana's face is heavy, she just buried her head on the road.

After trotting forward for more than half an hour, the destination village was behind a hill not far away. There was a cemetery in front and a small forest behind the cemetery. Morgiana motioned Hilfarn to slow down. She felt a little uncomfortable. Unusual: "Clement? Is there a cemetery in this place on the map?"

"My Highness, something is wrong." The Prophet of the Lake God also felt that something was wrong: "There should be no cemetery here."

"...There are people there!" Morgiana pulled the reins, and the sharp-eyed witch of the lake **** immediately noticed a serf running out of the grove. Wearing only a tattered cloth, he rolled out of the woods on both hands and feet: "Help! Help! Ms. Salia, help me!"

Behind him, a dozen zombies and several ghouls were chasing the serf.

"Help! Please!" The serf also found Morgiana riding a unicorn, and he immediately shouted: "Help, Your Highness, Lake God Witch!"

"Help!"

Seeing that the serf was about to be overtaken by the zombies, Morgiana drew out the rune sword: "Save the people."