Seeing the silver-eyed Countess, she turned and left the main hall. Someone in the seat subconsciously stood up and called her to stop, with a rather urgent tone. Not only him, but everyone at the moment had the same mood. They had witnessed the resurrection of the dead with their own eyes.
After a miracle, how can one remain indifferent to the eternal life before him?
Now they have arrived at a grand party, where they will compete for the qualification to follow eternity at this party that is destined to be recorded in the history of time and space. The countess who holds the "Tooth of Immortality" is the host of the party. She will use a mysterious...
With a call, a casual gesture or a haughty sneer, she sends an invitation to the person she likes, inviting him to join this feast called eternal life.
The party has just begun, how can the host with the invitation leave without saying goodbye, leaving her guests here looking at each other in shock?
But before that, they seemed to have forgotten that if there was a host for this evening, the first host should be the one who summoned them here.
Gundaruff sat on the highest seat, overlooking everyone's reactions from a high position, his eyes were dark and deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking. His mood did not fluctuate much from beginning to end, no matter whether it was the silver-eyed countess herself.
When she demonstrated the power of immortality, or when the guests on the seat called the countess's honorific title and tried to make her stop, she was indifferent, as if she was watching the plot of another world or the funny performance on the stage. p>
It wasn't until Neville's back disappeared at the end of the dark corridor, and even the footsteps gradually faded away, that he sneered. The laughter full of ridicule and contempt was so penetrating that it actually overwhelmed the noise of the crowd below.
, accurately reached everyone's ears, making them all clearly aware of the negative contempt contained in this laughter, like a sharp sword, piercing those fragile hearts.
"Gundaluf," someone raised his head and said gloomily: "Your laughter is still as annoying as it was many years ago. Perhaps, this is the only thing you inherited from your ancestors, and it is the same as his most.
Is it a similar place?"
Gundaruf's ancestor was the greatest king in the history of Metosh. He galloped in the Tagu'ao wilderness in the name of the divine wolf Saint Junio.
His descendants bear the surname of Power, and he is still a heroic figure who occupies a considerable space in textbooks, and is worshiped and followed by many humans. Although he is actually an alien and a werewolf, the overthrow of his rule in the past made him secretly
The ending of the religious alliance did not bury his achievements or take away his great achievements. In a sense, being recognized by his enemies was his greatest achievement.
However, there are only a few people who recognize Saint Junio as they are all aliens, especially the other four ancient clans who are also members of the Five Teeth Alliance. They even dismiss his achievements and think that it is purely luck. Even though.
Without Saint Junio, there are still people from other races who can accomplish this great feat and receive the same honor as him.
In the past, Saint Junio did not completely conquer the four major families. He could only make an oath with them and form an alliance. It would be best if they were allowed to be in the same category as the Neo Essu family and jointly rule the newly born Mortosh. Evidence.
The sarcastic person had this idea and was unswerving. He was Lawrence Qiao of the Senya Esther family. He was also one of the people who had been ridiculed by the countess before, but he seemed to have forgotten this at this time. Having an unpleasant memory, he began to ridicule the initiator of the banquet.
Naturally, he did not do this because he was bored, but he knew that Gundaruf's purpose of gathering the swamp aliens in Folozer Castle was to imitate the great deeds of his ancestors and recreate the alien country. But Lawrence Qiao has never been like this. I didn't think it would succeed, so I used these seemingly sarcastic words to remind Gundaruf and everyone else present: After all, you are not Saint Junio. His era has passed. You can’t do what you ultimately failed to accomplish.
But Gundaruff turned a blind eye to his ridicule and didn't take it to heart, because in his eyes: "Lawrence Joe."
The werewolf with a ferocious scar on his face glanced at the deer-headed spirit casually. Others saw the head of the Esther family, but he only saw a vulgar, despicable and self-destructive soul. Nausea: "It seems that you have forgotten what Her Excellency the Countess said. Is a person who killed his two brothers, three sisters and an uncle really qualified to say this to me? Or, This is also the only thing you inherited from your ancestor, and what is most similar to him?"
Will the deer-headed spirit in Senya Esther only kill its own kind and kill brothers?
Lawrence Qiao read this meaning from his joking eyes, as well as the strange looks from all around. The deer-headed spirit who was asking for trouble snorted coldly, shrouding himself in a gloomy and heavy black mist, It seems like there is nothing left to say.
Not everyone cares about this boring political drama. After all, they came here for the secret of eternal life. They never thought about restoring the glory of the aliens in Motosu or other messy things. You can think that they They have been frightened out of their courage by the brutal purges of the United Order, but it can also be considered that the remaining beast nature in their bodies dominates their desires. When beasts want something, they have always directly plundered and conquered it, never There will be temptations to beat around the bush.
"Forget those false polite words, Gundaruff." Jacob Tang, from the Liontooth Devans family, grinned, and a deep and deep voice rolled in his throat: "To put it bluntly, you What are the conditions and how can we obtain the power of eternal life from Her Majesty the Countess? Don't talk about other irrelevant topics, I'm not interested."
Although Neville had ridiculed the old lion man who became bolder and younger as he got older, he still used the honorific title. This was not because he was generous, but just for the sake of eternal life.
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"Haha."
Gundaruff smiled, and his cold teeth collided lightly, making an unsettling sound. He looked around and asked with interest: "Do you all have the same idea?"
There was silence, but this silence was already an answer, a side voice.
"Very good. It seems that the countess is right. Your desires have always been so shallow and tragic. Except for the pitiful and sporadic greed, there is nothing good. In this case, let us go directly to the topic."
He stood up from his position, slowly walked to the edge of the high platform, facing the entire hall, as if standing at the highest point of the arena, looking down condescendingly and arrogantly, he was the undisputed overlord: "
You want eternal life, but I'm afraid eternal life is not such a cheap thing. If everyone here can finally get eternal life, many of you will be dissatisfied, right? What I have, why should others have it? This is the wise man
The truth he told us is so profound and has been confirmed before my eyes, is that so?"
It was still silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, but the invited guests looked at each other with something wrong. Just as Gundaruff said, the eternal life that everyone can get is cheap and meaningless. They
They all realized that each other had become competitors, and there would be no second relationship other than victory or defeat. At this time, the ancient castle seemed to have truly transformed into a fighting arena, and was about to witness countless cruel battles, killings and deaths. But.
"That's not what I want to see." Gundaruff shook his head and said with regret: "It's too sad to kill the same kind. Since the dark purge, we aliens have been forced to retreat into the virtual root swamp.
Just lingering on, why bother killing each other and consuming more energy for the so-called eternal life? Doing so will only make our enemies happier, but apart from that, it is meaningless."
"So, what do you want to say, Gundaruff?"
Berlefa of the Valenhild family said coldly, not believing that Gundaruff was actually as compassionate as he showed.
"What I want to express, Her Majesty the Countess, has made it very clear for me just now." A cold smile slowly spread on the ugly and ferocious wolf face, full of malice, ridicule and unabashed expectation.
He said softly and word by word: "The price of eternal life——"