Chapter 909: Invitation from the Kedas

The Shia orc boy sat quietly and said nothing.

A few minutes later, Weilin came out of the illusion and looked up at the Xia orc boy with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

The Kedas tribe is one of the twelve tribes chosen by the gods in the Holy Shia Orc Kingdom. Their ancestors once followed the Shia Orc God and made great contributions to the escape from the Black Shia Orcs. Their descendants were canonized by the Shia Orc God as the twelve tribes chosen by the gods. The Holy Shia Orc Kingdom has been established for more than 2,000 years, but the country still retains the cruel bloody succession method, that is, the king is born after the most outstanding gold high-level holy blood warriors of the twelve tribes through a sacred duel. Each king can reign for 200 years unless he dies.

According to Xuemiya's explanation, the Holy Shia Orc Kingdom has had fifteen kings. The current king is Saint Philemona, who is from the Shilori tribe, one of the twelve tribes chosen by God. He ascended the throne in 9570 of the Glorious Calendar and will abdicate in 9770 of the Glorious Calendar, which is five years later.

In this way, the purpose of this Shia orc's visit to him was very clear.

"What is your purpose, or what is your grandfather's purpose?" Weilin went straight to the point without any politeness.

The Xia orc boy lowered his head slightly, took out a blood-red crystal, input fighting spirit into it, and raised a blood-red barrier that enveloped everyone and blocked them from prying eyes from the outside world.

After doing all this, the Shia orc boy stood up, stepped back a few steps, knelt on one knee, put his hand on his chest, and said, "My grandfather Osvid Kedas, the beloved Earl of the Goddess of Life, please forgive my grandfather Osvid Kedas for his rudeness."

Weilin watched the actions of the Shia orcs with a calm expression and said nothing.

The next moment, the Xia orc boy took out a crystal ball from his arms, placed it on the ground, and poured fighting spirit into it.

As the fighting spirit filled up, the crystal ball slowly turned and rose into the air.

Under the gaze of several people, the crystal ball projected a shadow.

An old face, gray hair, and an empty left arm.

Through the phantom, Weilin could feel the strength of this old Shia orc. He was much stronger than himself, even stronger than Kyle, and had probably touched the legendary barrier.

"The respected Earl of God, named Osvid Kedas, greets you here."

"Following the guidance of Saint Glaald, I asked my grandson to carry the image crystal across tens of thousands of miles to meet you."

"We are sorry to meet you in this way. We hope you can forgive our rudeness."

Hearing the old man's words, Weilin subconsciously touched the side of his face and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Gerald again, is there any benefit?"

Come to think of it, he and Gerald had met three times.

The first time was when I was exploring the trade route. I ran into him by chance in the military town of Gresley. Now that I think about it, it seems that he was waiting for me there. As for tracking the traces of the devil, that might be true, but it was definitely not the main purpose.

During this meeting, the other party gave him a token of the Dawn Church. On the way back, it was passed on to Aunt Flora, which indirectly saved his life.

Thinking further, if Aunt Flora had died in that demonic attack, he would not have had an uncle who was willing to assist him wholeheartedly.

The second time was when he entered the mezzanine space to destroy the conspiracy of the God of Seven Emotions, but he only acted as a spectator for a while and did nothing. He also got a token for free, which allowed him to go to the Holy Third Kingdom of Dawn to meet the Pope after becoming a Soul Knight, and let the Dawn Church build a teleportation array in Qixing Territory free of charge. However, due to his identity, he chose to forget it temporarily.

After all, as believers of the Goddess of Life, it would have a very bad impact to openly collude with the Church of Dawn like this.

The third time they met was in the Angara Tree Region of the Moon Elf Kingdom. The other party came for the Secret Realm of Tiberius and exchanged the Stone of Plata for the Crescent Moon Key.

With the help of the Prata Stone, his wife successfully gave birth to three clones of the seven emotions. After trying them, he found that he loved his wife the most.

This time, although they did not meet each other, these Xia orcs came here under his guidance.

Therefore, the first thought in Weilin's mind was the benefits, followed by the price he would have to pay.

After a brief thought, Weilin continued to look at the old Shia orc and listened to his story.

"Half a year ago, in the Kedas tribe, the tribe members discovered a space between illusion and reality, but they were unable to enter it."

"At that time, Saint Glaald of the Dawn Church traveled to Wulie City and learned about this. He then instructed me and appointed my grandson Byron to look for you."

"As for why he came to you, he doesn't know, please don't blame him."

"On behalf of the Kedas tribe, I invite you to come to Wulie City."

Watching the old man salute, Weilin fell into deep thought.

The space that exists between fantasy and reality may be the manifestation of dreams, or it may be formed by the future space being introduced into reality. This has been recorded in "The Travels of Mitt".

As for whether there is an opportunity, it depends on your appearance.

From what he knew after reading eighteen volumes of "The Travels of Mitt", the legendary strong man had encountered him eight times before he entered the legend. He made a profit three times, returned empty-handed twice, and walked out in a daze three times.

However, there is no detailed record of the experience of entering that kind of space, as if it was subject to some kind of restriction, or simply people did not want to record it.

Overall, there is no danger to life.

While he was thinking, the shadow disappeared, and the crystal ball slowly fell down. The Xia orc boy caught it with both hands and put it in his arms.

"Kyle, what do you think?" Weilin turned to look at Kyle and asked.

Hearing this, Xuemiya also raised her head and looked at Kyle, waiting for his answer.

When she was bored, she also flipped through the books in her husband's study and had some understanding of this space between fantasy and reality, but not much.

Under the hopeful gazes of the two, Kyle shook his head and said, "My Lord, I think it would be much better for you to ask Lord Odor than to ask me."

"This kind of phenomenon has never occurred in the heavens, and the records of what happened in the real world are also very secretive, so I don't understand it either."

"Then let's ask Uncle Odor in a few days. He is knowledgeable and should know something about it." Weilin touched his chin and spoke.

As for why you don’t go now, that depends on whether you can find talented people.

Three days ago, the guards reported that his uncle had taken Aunt Flora away from Qixing Territory, saying that he was going out to deal with some matters, and he did not even take his two apprentices with him.

In his opinion, it was definitely not a serious matter.