Chapter 830 Return

Welin turned his head and looked at Lucas. With a smile on his lips, he asked softly, "How do you feel?"

When Lucas heard Weilin's question, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly, and replied, "I feel a strong magic rushing into my body, as if to drown me, but I can't keep them."

Welin smiled and nodded, patted Lucas's shoulder gently, and said, "With your soul strength, it is more than enough to choose the path of a mage. When we return to Qixing Territory, I will introduce my uncle to you. I believe you two will become close friends."

After hearing Weilin's words, Lucas' eyes flashed with expectation, and he put away the smile on his face. His expression became serious and respectful, and he replied, "Lord, I am looking forward to meeting your uncle."

Welin nodded slightly, then opened the half-plane channel and sent Lucas and Fiona into it.

When they entered the demiplane, Weilin turned around, took Kyle out of the manor, and walked towards the palace.

He planned to remind the old king of the Kingdom of Skalovi about this change, and asked him to send people to the bottom plane area in advance to gather talents.

For the old king who was on par with him, he decided to help him because of their friendship for more than a year.

In the palace, after learning about this, the old king of the Kingdom of Skalovi, Revakanmon, hurriedly thanked him and asked Vaot to go to the warehouse to get a few treasures as a reward and give them to the other party.

It was hard to refuse the enthusiasm. Under the other party's sincere attitude, Weilin finally took the treasure.

After sending Weilin away, Revakanmon turned to look at Vaote and asked, "Is there a problem?"

Vaote grinned, revealing his bloody teeth, and said, "Your Majesty, I'm fine. It's just that the seal has disappeared, but the fighting skills have not disappeared. In fact, under the shining of the divine light, I feel that my body has become much younger."

"It's good that you're fine." Revakanmon came to the outside of the palace and looked up at the majestic body of the god. "The proud noble bloodline has been broken, and everyone can embark on the extraordinary road in the future."

"Do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"

Faced with the king's inquiry, Vaote fell silent for a rare time.

From the perspective of the nobles, this means that the extraordinary road is no longer exclusive to the nobles. Anyone can ascend to the extraordinary. The situation will become more chaotic, and the speed of kingdom replacement will probably increase. Things like restoring the country three, four, or even five times will no longer happen.

But from the perspective of the seekers, this is a good thing, which means that the shackles have been broken, life spans have been extended, and they are no longer defective products in the eyes of the expeditionary army. Even their offspring without blood factors will embark on the road to transcendence.

"Send people to rural areas and urban civilian areas to recruit talents as soon as possible, and let the eldest prince go to the Church of Life for further study to show the piety of the Sliven family's faith."

"Don't come back before I die."

Waot looked at the old king's hunched body, his face was low, and he answered: "Yes, my majesty."

"Go and get busy."

"Yes."

After Waot retreated, Revakanmon could no longer support his decayed body and fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty."

Several guards rushed forward and helped Revakanmon up.

Sitting on the threshold, feeling the pain from all parts of his body, with a miserable smile on his face.

This time, the divine light shines on the world, and he only has seven or eight months left to live.

However, this is the general trend, which cannot be changed. Old things like him from the old times will eventually be eliminated.

"Keep this matter in your heart." Revakanmon's eyes suddenly became sharp, with murderous look on his face, and warned, "If anyone tells it out, I will give your parents, wives and children the honor of being buried alive with you."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Several people knelt on the ground in fear, saying yes repeatedly.

Looking at the terrified guards, Revakanmon's expression eased and said, "Each of you go and get 100 gold coins."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Waving his hand to dismiss the guards, Revakanmon leaned against the wooden wall, watching the gods gradually disappear, his turbid eyes were filled with a hint of unwillingness, but more of helplessness.

The glorious world is not something that mortals like him can stop.

Follow the life, go against the death.

…

In early July of the Glorious Calendar 9763, the 15th Army Headquarters with more than 17,000 troops, the Black Rock Army with more than 53,000 troops, and the Badak Army with more than 41,000 troops, a total of 110,000 troops boarded the ship at the Port of Denakmo in the Vahlan Region of the Grand Duchy of Merezakli, and headed for the city of Nax in the Principality of Silves, preparing to return to the Kingdom of Ilia.

Before leaving, Weilin planned to meet Xuemia's grandfather.

As far as he knew, the old man had thirteen children, six of whom died on the battlefield, and two became adventurers and left the Kingdom of Ilia without any news.

The remaining five children were two boys and three girls.

The three daughters were taken by the royal family for marriage to strengthen the connection with various forces and nobles.

Of the two sons, one was gifted and emerged, and had a little reputation in the capital. This was Xuemia's father.

The other one became a Knight of the Life Church Temple, and this time he established the Principality of Silves, and came to this world with his father, serving as the Grand Duke's heir, and also serving as the Bishop of the Life Church of the Principality of Silves.

After floating on the sea for half a month, Weilin also lay in the demiplane for half a month.

At the port of Bailis, the army of the Principality of Silves has cleared the port to welcome the arrival of the 15th Army.

"Sir, is that really the grandduke's grandson-in-law?" A lieutenant general asked boldly.

The leading man touched his shiny head and said, "If the Grand Duke says so, then it must be."

"But this..."

"What but this and that? If we don't know it, don't guess blindly. Be careful of being dismissed and imprisoned, and your family's life will be in danger."

"Yes, yes, the general reminded me."

The middle-aged officer hurriedly said yes, not daring to say more.

The Principality of Silves was established less than ten years ago, and the number of nobles in the entire principality is pitiful, basically equivalent to none.

In other words, the entire principality is the direct territory of the Grand Duke, so there is no so-called benefactor's benefactor is not my benefactor. As long as the taboo is violated, no one can escape.

Looking at the shadow of the ship, the big man turned to the middle-aged officer and ordered: "Pass the order, let everyone cheer up, otherwise I will make them swim 3,000 miles in the sea."

"Yes, General."

The middle-aged officer responded loudly, and then turned to convey the order.

Several soldiers standing guard on the side shuddered when they heard this.

Compared to swimming 3,000 miles in the sea, they would rather be hung on the city gate for three days and three nights.

As time passed, the ships approached the port one after another.

At an order, the army began to land at the port in an orderly manner and lined up neatly on the flat ground.