The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

The nobles of Yectrasil were coy about playing with their lives against the master of the lair, but the increase in troops was unequivocal. On that day, while cursing their mothers, they enthusiastically asked others to work for them, sealing it. Instability has long been an undisputed fact, but now they, the blood descendants, can no longer produce enough pure blood to strengthen the seal again. In the end, they have to make a choice. How can nobles who are refined and self-interested and intrigues turn into instincts, all have the same heart? Yes, just as the so-called arrangements were made with you politely and secretly to find your ancestral grave, and everyone nodded unanimously, some people felt that they had to make more arrangements.

In the evening, Archduke Nicolai Castle.

A group of nobles walked in a hurry and looked gloomy. Some of them were blood descendants of the founder, and others were mixed-blood nobles like Archduke Nicolai who had participated in the garrison of the Abyss of the Dead or were simply on active duty.

There was a sumptuous dinner and a crowd of maids, but dozens of old and new nobles had no intention of eating. The atmosphere was silent and depressing, more like attending a funeral.

"Grand Duke Nikolai, is the situation in the Abyss of the Dead really as serious as Grand Duke Illya said?"

"Bah, that bitch has always been crazy. She can't even close her legs when she sees a good-looking man. Who knows if she's being alarmist? That Li Cang is Zhuanke. Fake, it's not convenient in the abyss of the dead. Even that word can't be used. I can’t say it anymore. Anyway, you should understand what I mean!”

"Marquis Fleming, since you think the seal is fine, why do people come here again? They look like a bereaved dog who is in panic all day long. Ha, it's ridiculous!"

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"Stop arguing!" Archduke Nikolai said displeased: "Yuktrasill has been through wars for a long time, and has struggled to survive in the cracks for hundreds of years. The warriors of Yuktrasill are stronger than when this place was founded. It is so powerful that there is no problem in quelling the zombie tide, but the seal that maintains the Zerg cannot last long. I think everyone should understand what this means. "

The nobles are awe-inspiring, of course they must be afraid!

Based on the urine of those noble blood descendants, how could they be willing to use their own blood descendants to maintain the seal? The group of nobles present were afraid that those people would randomly name the lucky audience and hang the street lamp in front of everyone!

There is a precedent for this kind of thing in the short hundreds of years of history of Yggdrasil. For blood nobles, mixed-blood nobles may be regarded as being like pigs in captivity if necessary. It doesn't matter. Go to the Abyss of the Dead to be a strong man. If something happens, kill a few people and let them be sacrificed to heaven to maintain the seal.

In short, they have always used the logic of quantitative change leading to qualitative change very flexibly.

This approach of demolishing the east wall to repair the west wall is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, but it can always buy Yggdrasil a few decades of stability.

To put it bluntly, a large part of the so-called 100,000 reinforcements by Grand Duke Illya are tacitly and predetermined, and are destined to be sacrificed. And this part of the quota needs to be filled by mixed blood, and those blood nobles can only They would symbolically bring out some crooked melons and cracked dates to make up the numbers. This is why the entire Yuctra Hill nobles, regardless of blood or mixed blood, are risking their lives to have children.

A group of nobles were noisy and noisy until midnight. Some people left drunkenly, and some people walked away with a sad sigh. In the end, only a fraction of the original was left. The pretended drunkenness in Nikolai's eyes faded, and he looked around the whole place. On the scene, the nobles instantly became quiet and showed expectations.

"The ones who are left now are all our own!" Archduke Nicholas said: "Decades ago, each family has experienced a similar obscure purge, and I guess you don't want to experience it a second time-"

"Grand Duke! Let's rebel against him! Those idiots -"

"Damn you!" The aura that Grand Duke Nicolai had brewed all night almost collapsed, and he slapped the whimsical bastard away: "Since mixed-blood nobles can bleed, why can't the blood of blood-born nobles bleed? Founder It is not unprecedented for a bloodline to fall into the abyss of the dead. The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, let alone a newly awakened earl!"

"What does the Grand Duke mean?" An old nobleman trembled with excitement: "Arrange an accident and sacrifice Count Li Cang to the abyss of the dead?"

"The blood of the founder is the foundation for maintaining the seal. A pure-blood who dies in the abyss of the dead is more useful than tens of thousands of mixed-bloods. If done properly, the effect is no less than a complete re-reinforcement of the seal. The only problem is that this requires The other vampires took matters into their own hands."

Nicolai laughed loudly: "Even among the blood descendants, there is no harmony. Have you forgotten that Count Li Cang has firmly blocked a certain Grand Duke's financial path?"

When Victor Serra entered the banquet hall from the side hall, all the nobles present took a step back almost subconsciously, which showed that Lord Hyena was so prestigious that he intimidated the entire audience with his mere lordship.

"My father, Grand Duke Hahn, and the other three unnamed founder blood descendants will take over the final steps at the appropriate time." Lord Hyena seemed particularly unhappy today, and his face was extremely gloomy, giving people a sense of being selective. Feeling hungry and thirsty: "The ugly words are ahead. They will only show up at the last moment. If they can't even deal with a count, I think it won't make much difference to your family whether they are buried in the abyss of the dead or not!"

After saying that, Victor Serra ignored the ugly faces of everyone present and left without even paying attention to Archduke Nicolai.

"I'm afraid you don't know that the first heir to the Grand Duke of Hahn, this little guy is definitely no less powerful than me." Grand Duke Nicolai said, "I spent a lot of effort to convince him and the Grand Duke of Hahn. , Even for the famous Lord Hyena, plotting against a blood descendant is a very difficult thing to accept. "

The old noble from before said anxiously: "Grand Duke Nicolai, do you mean that our heirs will still be sent to the abyss of the dead?"

"The incident happened suddenly. This plan, which is not a plan, was forced out of desperation. There is no time left for us to come up with a better way. I am a rough man. I will only fight and kill in my life. Things will naturally go through what I am best at. "We will solve it in a different way," Nikolai said: "Yes, people will die, or many people will die, but at least we can keep part of the capital of the family's prosperity. The mixed blood cannot last more than three generations. This is the rule of Yggdrasil. , if we continue on the path that those blood descendants acquiesce to, it is almost inevitable that we mixed-bloods who have fought hard to reach the Grand Duke's position will receive special care. We ourselves may have the strength and the means to survive, but our family, our nephews, ha!"

I didn’t get home until almost 11 o’clock last night. I’m sorry, my dearest friends~