Gundaruff raised his head and looked through the tall and narrow window, seeing the lingering white mist. He frowned slightly, not sure if it was an illusion, but he always felt that he had just heard a very strange girl's voice, full of...
The style is mechanical and indifferent, and it is simply not like the sounds that humans can make. What they say are also weird and confusing language.
Presumably, it is indeed my own illusion.
It is said that after a person makes up his mind to do something, he will hear many voices that he could not hear originally. Sometimes they are revelations from fate, which are called apocalypse; sometimes they are murmurs from dreams, which are called dream revelations.
.Mortal divination masters believe it to be true and use it to predict the future of the world and society, but Gundaruff actually does not believe in this. What he only believes is that his destiny is in his own hands.
"Gundaluff."
A rude call interrupted the old wolf, which had been constantly fighting and failing since he had memories, causing him to regain consciousness slightly, put away his eyes, and once again fixed his eyes on the crowd under the high platform. The Devans family
Jacob Donzheng said in an impatient tone: "Don't play with such meaningless riddles, tell me what the price is."
"If I want to gain eternal life from Her Majesty the Countess, what will the price be?"
He asked word by word, and his sharp golden vertical hair showed a certain determination to win. Only at this moment did he look like a real Devans lion-man, instead of a kitten that only ran away with its tail between its legs. This
The old lion man has very little life left, and the blood and bones in his body are decaying. Every day when he wakes up, he can clearly feel the passage of power. Naturally, he pursues the miracle called eternal life more eagerly than others.<
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"It's very simple." Gundaruff grinned: "What if I say that I want to expel the United Order from this peninsula, or even from the Tagu'ao wilderness?"
"Then you must be crazy."
Berlefa said coldly: "We really want to gain the power of eternal life, but the price is asking us to die. Don't you think this is putting the cart before the horse, Gundaruff?"
Looking at the expressions on the faces of other aliens, they generally have the same idea.
Most of the heterogeneous leaders gathered here are elders of their families and ethnic groups. They have personally experienced the dark era of purges a century ago, and have also witnessed with their own eyes how the troops united by the religious orders brutally slaughtered their own brothers, which makes the poem...
The Kiria Peninsula was filled with blood. In their painful memories, fighting against the Alliance of Orders was no different from seeking death.
"It seems that your backbone has been broken and your confidence has been shattered. With such a weak attitude, how dare you call yourself a descendant of the divine blood?" Gundaruff said calmly: "What's more, don't you have similar thoughts in your hearts?
What? Seeing your former city being occupied by humans, and even your last name being stolen by a group of slaves, didn't you feel the slightest anger and hatred? If so, Burleyfa, why do you want to fight with Valen in Qiyu Port?
Did the Hilde family secretly contact each other and even put people in the archives of the Church of Sin? Just because you also covet the archives of the Eternal Fang? Doesn't this make sense?"
Berlefa's expression changed slightly, and all the actions he thought were hidden were exposed under Gundaruf's eyes.
But he's not the only one.
"Jacob, the power of the golden-maned lions is resurrecting in the 'Lion Party' in Emerald Blood City. Are you completely unaware of it? Lawrence, you have secretly attracted more than one-third of the senior officials of Falcandia City Government.
Official, is it just to facilitate your illegal drug smuggling business with meager profits? And you, Patrick, I heard that you have a stake in the Armenes family's shipyard. What do you want with so many steam ironclads? Expedition
Eastern Continent?"
He called the names one by one, his eyes lingered and then swept over the faces of these people, and a low laughter burst out from his throat: "Look, you have similar ideas, and I, I just do it for those of you who dare not pay."
Practical ideas only provide a sufficient reason - do you want eternal life? Then get rid of the United Order. Other than that, there is no other way to go."
At this point, his eyes became gloomy and terrifying, and his tone was as cold as frost: "I need to remind you that as long as the United Order exists, they will not allow so many immortal aliens to appear on the island.
If not, why were the files about the Fang of Eternity personally recorded and stored in the database by the cold and arrogant Grand Inquisitor?"
In other words, if you do not solve this problem, even if you have obtained eternal life now, you will surely fall into a never-ending nightmare of being jointly hunted by religious groups in the future. You have obtained eternal life but are forced to wander and be abandoned.
Those luxuries that we have become accustomed to after integrating into human society: delicious food, luxurious residences, elegant stage plays and concerts... Are all these worth it?
"If I'm not wrong, the troops trying to judge the Holy See have now gone deep into the swamp." He casually said a shocking fact, which immediately caused an uproar in the main hall. The voices of questioning and quarreling were like a pot of boiling water.
An anxious atmosphere ignited in the air.
"Quiet."
Gundaruf's cold voice was very penetrating, covering up the noise in the main hall. He looked at these panicked similar people with obvious contempt and disdain in his eyes: "You are even more slow than the arboreal spirits in winter.
, what makes you think that the United Order is the kind of cowardly person who will swallow their anger after someone attacks their headquarters and seizes important files? They will fight back, find the location of Folozer Castle, and will attack Silver Moon.
Launching an offensive is a matter of course. You still come to this party knowing the danger, which proves how strong your desire for eternal life is. However, you come here without knowing anything. I can only say that you are really stupid.
It opened my eyes."
His harsh words made many people express displeasure, but Gundaruff had no time to pay attention to their feelings and coldly dropped a sentence: "The most powerful Grand Inquisitor in the Scale of Order and their most terrifying war weapon."
As far as I know, the Crimson Night Gate is not within the territory of Metosh at the moment. This is our best chance, and perhaps our last chance."
"The signal of battle is not far away. You all, should we unite together to restore our former glory in Motuo and drink the blood of eternal life gloriously, or should we flee in panic like a lost dog... please make your own decision."<
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After that, he turned and walked towards the corridor behind the high platform. After he left, an even louder and noisier argument broke out in the main hall than before, almost tearing off the dome of the castle and destroying every ancient stone brick. Gundaluff left the annoying barking of the weak behind him, left the aisle, and came to an open-air corridor. The view here is excellent, overlooking the panoramic view of the Kuya Arc, and
Look up and look at the endless night - such as the huge and scary blood-red full moon that is vaguely reflected in the mist.
For the first time, a surprised expression appeared on the werewolf's face, because he had never seen such a strange moon. Its color was as red as blood, and it burned like fire, and its surface was covered with creeping horror and dripping.
The filthiness. What's even more peculiar is that it actually gives people an unreal feeling. It fades and lights up, like the water moon lurking in the mirror when it disappears, and when it shines brightly, it looks like a miserable halo around a brass light bulb. What's more,
It looks like a man-made product rather than a natural celestial phenomenon.
But, who can create the moon?
"What's going on, Linsus?"
he asked another werewolf standing silently in the corridor.
The taciturn Linsas stood at the edge of the corridor, his body surface bathed in a layer of blood-red moonlight, and the ends of his silver-white hair seemed to be smeared with coquettish blood red, as if he had just returned from a bloody battlefield.
He shook his head slowly and replied: "I don't know, a few minutes ago, this blood moon suddenly appeared, bringing these weird moonlight. But other than that, there are no other changes."
"Really?"
Gundaruf slowly walked to the open space and was bathed in the blood-red moonlight like Linsus. He raised his head and stared at the enchanting full moon in the night sky. Suddenly, a nostalgic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
: "You know, Linsus, I think this is a good sign that our career is going to be off to a perfect start, because it reminds me of... Wolfgang."
Another leader of Silver Moon, "Collapse Mad Moon" Linsas was silent after hearing this.
Wolfgang, the werewolf who died together with Countess Silver-Eyed for the "Fang of Immortality" half a century ago, is also Gandalf's brother. His title is "The Thirsty Blood Moon".
It fits the scene in front of me very well.
After a while, he spoke and responded in a low voice: "Yes, I think so too."