Chapter 567: Sarona's Choice
Civilization, this word can be applied to most races in the world. Even the giants and goblins who drink blood from their hair have once established powerful and even brilliant civilizations.
But such concepts and power obviously do not belong to a non-god existence - even gods, most of them do not have such authority to encroach on all races and civilizations. Therefore, Luipold's power, which seemed powerful enough to awaken the entire earth, was actually just a bluff forcibly generated.
As long as he maintains it for even a short while, he himself will be eroded by that power and become his own sacrifice, just like the two Ash Priests before.
"But it's a different matter if you're facing humans or elves." Probably in order to gain some ground for himself, Luipold couldn't help but add, "On such a battlefield, not only will I not suffer backlash, I will even I can draw considerable strength from it to feed myself back, I..."
"Then it seems that your Lord has really found a 'good' job for you," Sallona interrupted Luipold with a soft snort, "Speaking of which, you were confident of winning before the battle. It looked like it, but I didn’t expect it to be just a bluff, but it didn’t work.”
"In the end, you still needed me to save you."
The funeral bishop was silent for a moment and shook his head bitterly: "I was careless. I didn't expect that the lord was a savage who didn't understand the art of war at all. He actually forced one party to fight when one party had already admitted defeat. It's really , It’s really…”
"Unforgivable?" Salona curled her lips, "It's better to wait until you are alone to say those words. There are only two things I want to ask now:"
"First, what should I do with my people? Even if it were me, it would be difficult for me to go back without being liquidated if the whole army was wiped out. This would be a big blow to me personally and my family. So when I go Before you give an explanation to those elders, you must first give me an explanation."
Luipold spread his hands helplessly: "Solona, you have your difficulties, and I also have mine. Although when we first met, I was still a member of the 'glorious' Stenu family, but now Look at me, how can I repay such a debt before my Lord's plan succeeds?"
"This is the second thing I want to ask," Zhuoer's eyes flashed slightly, "You were very contemptuous of your colleague before, but no matter what, he was just embarrassing himself. You are much worse off than him. ——How can you realize your so-called big plan?”
Luipold seemed to be hesitant. Logically speaking, the other party was his personal ally, and the internal affairs of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society should not be disclosed to the other party. But this woman threw all her power into it, and she even saved his own life...
"Okay, I can tell you. Anyway, we are tied with a rope now - but before listening, you'd better swear an oath - it's not that I don't believe you, this is just a walk. a process.”
"Understandable," Sallona nodded, "I swear in the name of Rose: I will keep the secrets you say next until your death."
Luipold: "?"
"How many years can I live, and how many years can you live?" Zhuoer shrugged, "Even if we have an ironclad friendship, you can't expect me to keep my mouth shut for so long, right? Why?"
"That's right, let's do it," Luipold nodded slightly. He took off a small cloth bag from his waist. Salona recognized it as some kind of dimensional bag at a glance. After unlocking several seals in succession, he took out a sparkling gold ring with a delicate purple gemstone inlaid on it. "This is what the 'God's Side' left for us. It was originally scheduled to be The plan is to wait until the four bishops arrive and jointly open a door to the 'Kingdom of God'."
"But the god seems to have other tasks to deal with, so he has been missing for a long time... You can probably guess that this is not a completely bad thing for us, at least for me before."
"If you can solve the problem on your own..." Salona narrowed her red eyes, "Do you even want to simply solve the other bishops?"
"I'm afraid they think so too," Luipold snorted. "Except for the gods, the turnover of personnel in the religious order is extremely frequent. Even us bishops are at risk of being kicked out by latecomers at any time. Therefore, The key point is of course the key, not the person holding the key. In that case, it doesn’t make any difference whether four people each hold one or one person holds four in total, right?”
"I think it would be better to just bind these rings to the four of you. It might save some trouble," Zhuoer chuckled. "But what does that have to do with me? Rather, it's a good thing. ”
"A good thing?" Luipold took a step to the side cautiously, "You don't want to take it from me, do you? What good does it do to you? There are still fewer jokes like this-"
The sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh. The expression on Luipold's face suddenly froze. He lowered his head in disbelief and watched as one of the notorious "Ominous Swords" pierced his chest.
"I'm sorry, I've never had a sense of humor," Salona looked into the other person's eyes and put her free hand on his shoulder, "I'm not kidding."
"But... why?" Although his internal organs had been in close contact with the metal from underground, Luipaud still couldn't believe what was happening.
This doesn't make sense...
"Of course it makes sense: Is there a possibility that I have never been on your side from the beginning?"
"But you clearly saved me..."
"I am saving myself and my people." The blade was pulled out of the body without any sluggishness, and the hand of the drow on his shoulder pushed forward slightly, and the body of the funeral bishop fell backwards, and the ring in his hand was taken away by Sarona.
"I don't want to rob you, but what can I do? I'm not lying to you about one thing. If I go back alone, I really can't deliver the mission..." She raised her head and looked at the jungle on one side, "Sir Ron, I wonder if this result is to your liking?"
In the shadows, Ron and his companions appeared one after another. The goblin army of Kalade did not follow. Only Seymour walked behind Sylvia with a scimitar. Looking at the plant juice on it, it seemed that he had used it to cut thorns before.
"Good choice, Sarona." Looking at the still shocked Louis Bode on the ground, but no longer breathing, Seymour nodded slightly. (End of this chapter)
