"Godric!"

Galor's calm face instantly became ferocious.

"It's a long time no see, this word may not be suitable for use at this time, but I really didn't expect that you would come to this world first, Nick Riel."

Godric took a step back and was protected by Evans and Owol behind him. His face was full of helplessness and a little anger - anger that was invincible.

"What else? Keep being your puppet emperor? Also, call me Galor! That's the name of 'my'!"

The anger on Garrol's face became even more intense, and there was even more heat rising from his thick horns.

"puppet?"

After hearing this word, Godric's tone of speech was raised a little bit, but looking at Galor's face that was twisted by anger, he sighed again, and his face also declined a little bit: "You and I have been together for the longest time, you should be clear. I never regarded you as a puppet. I just want you to be a little responsible and show the demeanor and actions that match your identity."

"Demeanor? Behavior? To put it nicely!" Two white breaths spurted out of Galor's nostrils, "You just want me to be cannon fodder! To deal with those fallen kings! You want my throne, and you want me to die!"

"I want your throne?"

Godric was really angry this time. He laughed in anger. Looking at the bull face, he looked disgusted for the first time in his eyes: "What does that seat mean to us? On the contrary, you have been guarding the tower for three hundred years. Even if you occasionally walk out of the tower, you have never walked out of the inner city. Are you worthy of your emperor's title!"

"This is what I deserve! Since I have inherited that person's true spirit, then I am the emperor of the world!"

The madness in Gallor's eyes was even more serious. Instead, Godric lost the desire to continue speaking. He wasted more than three hundred years of this kind of person, and wasted so much flames and witch power. Is this their biggest failure?

On the contrary, Owol looked at the tauren with interest: "I am a little interested in the other person in your body, Lord Morrihouse, how about coming out to talk?"

The Taurus glanced at Owol and his face quickly calmed down: "As you wish, but I always thought the Lich was just a legend."

"I always thought you had been dead for a long time," Owol shrugged.

"It's like you, there's always a way to come back," Morrihouse paused, and suddenly sighed, "whether it's voluntary or not."

Owol nodded, but his eyes kept floating behind the Tauren: "Where are your wings?"

As if he was poked into the pain, Morrihouse sighed again, and pointed to the surprisingly large horns on his head: "This is his body, I am just a trace of soul awakened by this, and these..."

He pointed to his face and the cow's hooves under his feet: "It's just an alienation of the body because of my soul. Having said that, I have sensed my body. If you can come to help me, I can send you a piece of territory into a world of undead!"

"You are really an old antique."

Owal glanced at him with an unidentified smile, shook his head and stopped talking.

Even as a dead soul, he knew that the First Human Empire had been destroyed for thousands of years, and the Winged Bull had been dead for thousands of years. Even his skin was stripped off and made into the famous "King Armor". If Morrihouse had returned as the Winged Bull now, it would have been more likely to be directly beaten to death, right?

Just at the chatting stall of several people, several powerful auras appeared in the east sky. In the blink of an eye, a team of more than ten people came to the vicinity of the four, and Morrihouse's eyes were also attracted by the person at the front of the team.

She was wearing dark red light armor, her long black hair was tied in a bun and tied behind her head. A few strands of black hair swayed slightly in the wind, gently stroked her pretty face, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her golden red eyes were powerful without anger, adding a bit of noble temperament to her beautiful face.

But what really attracts Morrihouse is her inner self.

"God's descendants?"

"Galol?"

Philena also stared at Morrihouse. The aura of this tauren made her feel familiar and close. Thinking of the Tauren that appeared before and the stories Sawyer had told her, the girl quickly guessed his true identity: "Winged Bull, Morrihouse?"

"yes……"

Morrihouse responded and bent down with difficulty, as if someone was blocking him from saluting Filina.

Godric, who was standing by, also guessed Filina's identity, ignored the alert expressions of everyone around Filina, and brought Evans and Oval to Filina. He bowed slightly: "Goderick, Sawyer's friend and comrade-in-arms, I'm very happy to see you, madam."

"Godric?"

Filina frowned even more, as if she was questioning, but in fact, she was a little at a loss.

I agreed to fight, but why are these enemies saluting her? Should I fight?

After Al, who knew some of the situation, explained a few words briefly, Filina smiled: "I'm glad to see you, but these two..."

It is not difficult to identify the aura of the undead that almost soared into the sky. One of these two must be the former enemy of Silent City, Lich Evans, but why do these two guys look harmless and have no intention of taking action at all?

"This is Evans, a warrior who once died heroically, and now is my companion," Godric first introduced Evans, and then pointed to the boy on the other side. "This is Lich Oval. In fact, he is the one who attacked you before, but..."

"But this is a misunderstanding, and I am willing to compensate for my previous actions."

Seeing Godric wink at him, Owal had to continue talking. The contract was signed. The three of them had long been on the same boat. Moreover, Godric and Evans both expressed their opinions. What would he do?

“This is the best.”

Feilina's lips moved slightly, but she couldn't smile in the end. Although she had been in charge of Silent City for many years, she was not a politician after all.

After saying hello, Feilina and her group looked at the Taurus again. It was not until this time that the Taurus gentleman had difficulty in completing the "feat" of bent down and bowing 90°. Then he bounced up like a bent spring, and shook it lightly before standing up straight.

"Please accept my apology. It was not me who advocated attacking you before, but another guy," Morrihouse pointed at Evans and Owal again, "they can testify for me."

Evans and the other nodded. After all, they had lived together for a while and were very familiar with the situation between Morrihouse and Galor.

"Then let that guy come out and take responsibility for his actions."

Filina said so.
Chapter completed!