Chapter two hundred and fifty second human kindness
"This is best." Kaslana stood up, "For those green dragons in your hands that are unwilling to surrender to you, I have already asked Ysera, the Mother of Emeralds, for a ransom in the name of my grandfather. Tomorrow,
There will be a reply the day after tomorrow at the latest.”
"So fast?" Muria was stunned.
"Well, after I came back from the Kingdom of Bavaria, I immediately sent someone to deliver the message." Kaslana showed a smile on her face, "Now the Emerald Mother Ysera's attention must be focused on the Kingdom of Bavaria that is about to be destroyed.
Now she just wants to gather her strength and wait for the Council of the Dead to leave, then go in and get a share of the pie.
She may not have the energy to pay attention to your instigation of more than a dozen dragons under her and come to trouble you. Therefore, it is most appropriate to ask her for ransom at this time."
"The kingdom that is about to be destroyed..." After hearing Kaslana's words, Muria muttered softly, and then fell silent. He thought of the ordinary humans struggling in the undead disaster.
Because the target of the ancient dragons was only Buriant, after successfully capturing and sealing him, the ancient dragons directly led them to retreat without any intention of becoming a messenger of justice.
Destroying the country for a hundred years is the strategic mission of the Council of the Dead. If you want to stop it, you must be prepared to go to war with the Council of the Dead. Neither the Ancient Dragon nor the Dragon King, nor even Bahamut, who is known as the God of Good Dragons, can do it for
The human kingdom goes to war with the Council of the Dead.
They are the kings and gods of the dragon race, not the human race.
"Sister Kaslana, how are the 30,000 humans I rescued now?" After a while of silence, Muria stood up, walked to the crystal window, looked down at the city below, and asked in a low voice.
road.
"They are still being resettled." Kaslana walked to Muria's side. "It won't be long before they are all resettled. They will live in my territory without any worries."
"Yeah!" Muria nodded.
"What's wrong? Are you sad for those humans?"
"What about the humans in the Kingdom of Bavaria? Can they just wait to die? Is there no one to save them?" Muria murmured softly, with a trace of sadness in her eyes that Kaslana couldn't understand.
"The vast majority of people will become undead under the natural disaster of the undead, and only a small number of people can survive." Kaslana seemed to have remembered something, and her eyes showed admiration.
"Not all human forces will ignore the Kingdom of Bavaria. There will still be humans who will go to the rescue."
"who?"
Kaslana did not answer, but closed her eyes slightly. Under her body, formation patterns lit up silently. Muria watched this scene quietly. He could feel that Kaslana
I'm sensing something with the help of the mage tower.
"Not bad, there happens to be this kind of human being in my city." Not long after, Kaslana opened her eyes, looked at Muria, and said something incomprehensible.
"Let's go, I'll take you to see it!" Seeing Muria's confused look, Kaslana took Muria's hand and opened a portal.
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In the center of Bologna, there is a splendid building. Compared to other buildings next to it that are crowded with people, this building seems sparsely populated. Above its door, there is a line of words inscribed in common language - Teleportation Hall.
This is a high-end public facility that cannot be seen in ordinary cities. Although the flow of people is sparse, every human who enters and exits can make the surrounding passers-by look sideways, showing awe, envy, or greed.
Because those who can enter and exit this building are either powerful professionals or wealthy businessmen. Anyway, in the eyes of ordinary people, anyone who can use the teleportation array is a big shot.
At this time, under the strange looks of passers-by, a middle-aged man wearing armor, carrying a long sword at his waist, and a shaggy beard walked to the teleportation hall. After glancing at the words on it, he walked straight into it.
go.
"Tsk, look at the guy who just walked into the teleportation hall. His armor is so clean. He must have maintained it regularly, but it's still in such a state. This guy must have no money and is a poor man. I really don't know who can give him the money.
His courage walked into the teleportation hall."
Seeing the shabby-looking middle-aged man walking into the teleportation building, an idle man mocked.
But as soon as he finished speaking, a strong force acted on him, causing the idle man to jump forward and roll several times on the ground.
"Hiss!" The idle man gasped and got up from the ground, turned around and glared at the strong man who had just kicked him. "Are you sick? Did the employer provoke you?"
The strong man had a gloomy look on his face, and without saying a word, he rushed forward and slapped the idle man on the face. A bloody tooth flew out of the idle man's mouth. The huge force made the idle man spin around and fall on his head.
On the ground, his eyes were pointed at the door of the teleportation hall.
When the idle man saw the down-and-out warrior whom he had just ridiculed enter the teleportation hall, the "big men" with bright clothes and bright armors who walked out of it all stepped aside with a look of awe on their faces.
"Who is he?" Xian Han had a doubt in his heart.
"The paladin of Tyr is something that a scum like you can insult." A sound of curse came, and at the same time Xian Han felt a huge force acting on his chest and abdomen.
That's it! Because of the huge impact, Xianhan fell into syncope and shock instantly. Before he fainted, he finally understood why he was beaten. Vaguely, he also heard shouts of praise and curses such as "I deserve it"...
"Dear Paladin, which teleportation array do you want to use? Where to teleport?" When the middle-aged samurai who looked very lonely entered the teleportation hall, a staff member who maintained the operation of this place saw his armor.
On top, after the balancing scales on the war hammer and the holy symbol with the blue shield as the base, he immediately came forward.
"Ultra-long distance teleportation array." The paladin replied without thinking, "Teleportation target, Bucharest."
Hearing the words of the paladin, most of the people in the teleportation hall turned their heads to look at the paladin - the news that the Kingdom of Bavaria was selected as a target by the Congress of the Dead has spread throughout the continent of Ionia.
"Sorry, Lord Paladin, Bucharest has lost contact five days ago and cannot transmit." The young staff member replied respectfully with a hint of respect.
"Can it be teleported to Patrick's Fortress in the Orb Kingdom?"
"Okay." The staff who received the paladin looked at him more respectfully. The Kingdom of Orb is a neighbor of the Kingdom of Bavaria, and Fortress Patrick is located on the border between the two countries.
"How much does it cost?"
"Because the distance is too far, it costs more. It requires 500 units of elemental crystals or 50,000 gold coins."
"Half square elemental crystal." The middle-aged paladin frowned, he didn't have so much money.
"Sir, what do you plan to do?"
"Save people."
"In that case, I can waive the cost of fifty units for you." The young staff member gritted his teeth and said, and he planned to use his own savings to bear part of the cost for the paladin.
"It doesn't have to be like this." The middle-aged paladin with a vicissitudes of life smiled, "I killed evil creatures and got some trophies. Are you here to see if you can mortgage part of the teleportation fee?"
"able."
Several ogre heads, a bunch of vampire fangs, a dozen blood-stained animal skins, some scattered gems... The paladin took out some scattered objects one after another, all of which he shot.
Obtained from evil creatures killed.
The pungent smell of blood filled the teleportation hall, and more staff, adventurers and merchants who were coming in and out gathered around.
"It's not worth fifty thousand gold coins." Looking at the scattered things on the ground, the middle-aged paladin shook his head, began to take off his armor, and placed them in front of him one by one.
"Sir, what are you doing?" Seeing the paladin taking off his armor, the eyes of the staff who received him were red.
"My armor is made of fine steel, mixed with some low-level extraordinary metals, and has been blessed by the archbishop. Although it is somewhat damaged, it should be worth some money."
"Ahem, samurai, are you selling these trophies?" A fat-bellied businessman showed a look of pain on his face, then walked to the side of the paladin, looked at the ugly ogre heads, and held back
Feeling like vomiting, he asked aloud.
"I looked at the neat cuts and appearance of several ogre heads... Bah, no, I looked at these heads that looked quite fierce. I just cut some pendants for decoration at home... Never mind, I just looked at them.
A few heads are pleasing to the eye, five thousand gold coins and one ogre head, will you sell it?"
"Five thousand gold coins each! They are not worth so much." The middle-aged paladin shook his head.
"I think it's worth it." The chubby businessman showed his white teeth. With a wave of his chubby hand, he threw a bag of crystals into the arms of the paladin. Then he asked the servants around him to pick up all five ogre heads and directly
He left the teleportation hall and walked away without giving the warrior a chance to speak.
Everyone in the hall looked at the fat businessman's leaving figure, and then they all took action.
"Samurai, your vampire fangs are very white. Sell them to me for one thousand gold coins!"
"This skin is quite complete and is worth at least five hundred gold coins."
...After the fat merchant started, some merchants and adventurers in the hall imitated him, using various nonsense reasons to buy the trophies of the paladin for more than ten times their own value.
In an instant, the paladin had tens of thousands of gold coins and more than 600 units of elemental crystals in his hands, and everything he took out was bought up by others.
"Thank you!" The middle-aged paladin clenched the sword in his hand and bowed to every merchant and adventurer who took away his trophies in an almost forceful way to express his gratitude.
"Sir, the teleportation fee is enough. Put on your armor." The young staff member reminded that the only thing the paladin didn't sell was the most valuable armor he took off.