I Became a Progenitor Vampire

Viscount Bernard, I need the blood of the golden race, please help me

Grote knelt in front of Viscount Bernard on one knee. This northern warrior who dared to charge in the face of ten times and a hundred times the enemy was extremely humble at this time.

Before the future of the North Land, this warrior who would not bow his head even if his body was pierced by a heavy sword kept his head down again and again.

Viscount Bernard took a deep look at his captain and shook his head.

Grot, you should know what kind of existence the golden race is, if you can hunt extraordinary dragons, I can tell you about a fire dragon.

But now, you can't even beat me...

I can not help you.

Grote opened his mouth to say something, but finally sighed.

Extraordinary dragon...

He did not lack the courage to face the dragon, but he did not have the strength to defeat the opponent.

Although he is not afraid of danger, he is not a brainless savage.

I will use all the power of the Dark Covenant to search for the golden race for you, but for now, our goal should be the twelve magic scrolls.

Grote, the artifact has unimaginable power, I don't think it can solve the difficulties you are facing now.

Hearing this statement, Grote's face showed a bit of complexity, and finally he sighed.

Thank you for your help, Beidi will always be in my heart

After speaking, he stood up and slammed his fist into his chest.

After coming out of Viscount Bernard's residence, Grote's face still had an unbearable heaviness.

Although the power of the artifact is unimaginable, he does not think that the twelve magic scrolls can restore the consumed lifespan.

Currently only the blood of the golden race can heal the Valkyries of the North.

Therefore, he must obtain the blood of the golden race within three months.

This difficulty is not even simpler than hunting extraordinary existences.

Is all this hopeless? ?

The royal family of the northern land, which was exchanged for the single horn of the northern land dragon rhinoceros, which symbolizes the glory of the northern land, must be as far away from him as the glory of the northern land?

There was confusion in those black eyes.

This northern warrior, at this time, can no longer find his way forward.

Good day, Lord Grote, at this moment, a smiling voice came from beside him.

Grote turned his head and looked at the person who came with some surprise in his eyes.

Good day, Your Excellency Amy

He had very little interaction with Amy before. In fact, it should be the profession of Amy who was very disdainful of Amy before this Northland warrior-Shadow Priest,

The real heroism should be daring to charge the dragon head on, hiding in the shadows, that's a disgusting rat.

But now, Amy, who has become the 15th Shadow High Priest, has the qualifications to talk to him.

So looking at the other party's thick smile at this time, I didn't understand his plan.

Lord Grote, maybe I have what you want

Grote felt the burning look in Amy's eyes and frowned.

Your Excellency Amy, are you sure?? What I need now is the blood of the golden race, can you get it?

The tone was lightly mocking, something that even Viscount Bernard didn't have, a mouse that was chased all over the street by that low-level bishop of the Temple of Knights some time ago?

But to his surprise, the Shadow High Priest did not get angry. Instead, he took out a pinky-thumb-sized transparent crystal bottle from his pocket. There were a few drops of blood red and pale golden color flowing in it.

Grote's eyes widened when he saw this scene, and he looked at the transparent crystal bottle in disbelief.

At this moment, the light-gold color body fluid in the bottle was full of vitality, and he swore that this was the most life-like blood he had ever seen, even more shocking than the blood of an extraordinary life.

Even the holy water blessed by the goddess in the temple of the goddess of life is far inferior!

A name that made him shudder came to Grote's mind.

Golden race! !

Grote, who was already close to despair, was overwhelmed by a huge surprise at this time.

Golden race! Actually, the golden race was really found!

This is a high-level life like a giant dragon!

Your Excellency Amy, please forgive my recklessness and ignorance, I swear to the God of War, I didn't mean it... Grote's tone was mixed with anxiety and surprise, and he apologized to Amy without the slightest pretence.

This northern warrior has completely lost the arrogance he had just now.

Dear Lord Grote, I'm here to make a deal with you

Amy's tone had a bit of a smile, and she didn't seem to be offended by Grote's rudeness.

After hearing this, Grote asked urgently.

Your Excellency Amy, do you really have the blood of the golden race? I intend to trade with you

Mr. Grotte, this is the blood I got from the Golden Race this morning,

Amy reached out and handed the crystal bottle to Grote.

Feeling the breath of life that was so strong that it was about to erupt at close range, Grote was filled with undisguised excitement.

May I ask what price I have to pay to get it?

It naturally refers to the golden race.

Grote shook his head: Sorry, Lord Grote, the golden race is not for sale.

Grote's expression changed in vain, but Amy's second half sentence made him feel slightly relieved.

This cub of the golden race was accidentally acquired by me at the border of the orcs, I think no one knows the preciousness of the golden race better than you.

So I won't sell it at any cost, but some blood isn't a big deal.

Amy had a big smile on her face.

I also hope to win the friendship of Lord Grote through this, as for the price of blood.

I want the treasure of the North - Mithril Armor

Grote's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He didn't expect Amy, a spellcaster, to choose this treasure.

Although the mithril armor is not as precious as the single horn of the northern dragon rhinoceros, it is his most important life-saving armor.

The dense silver armor forged by the master dwarves with mithril, adamantine, underground cold iron, lava heart and other precious materials is a well-deserved treasure. Grote fought in the north for twenty years when he was young. Mirinjia saved him at least thirty times.

If he lost this treasure, Grote could even feel that his strength would drop by two layers.

Of course, if you don't want to, then forget it, I swear to the goddess of magic, I...

Grote showed a bit of reluctance in his eyes, but he nodded resolutely.

No, Lord Amy, I meant it

The bloodline of the royal family in the northern land cannot be cut off. In the future, the northern land needs a king.

He has already paid the honor of the Northland - the Northland Dragon Rhinoceros One Horn, and he doesn't care about paying for a precious silver armor for the Northland.

Although this may be his most reluctant treasure.

When Amy took over the ten-pound hollowed-out dense silver armor with a unique bright silver light, a thick smile appeared on her face.

Your Majesty Grote, you should dispatch your subordinates to take the noble northern royal family out of the city with me.

Out of town?

Grote frowned.

Of course, you wouldn't think that I would keep the cubs of the golden race in Green City? Amy had a strange expression on her face.

I don't mind if you bring some more subordinates. In fact, after completing this transaction, I will leave Green City to venture into an ancient ruin.

Maybe it will be ten or twenty years later when I come back next time. At that time, I think I will try to break through the extraordinary. Amy's eyes were filled with uncontrollable enthusiasm.

Seeing this scene, Grote felt a little disdain in his heart. These damn spellcasters always wanted to get the lost magic from the ancient ruins and take shortcuts to become extraordinary.

Amy didn't seem to see Grote's undisguised expression of disgust, and continued, If it weren't for the fact that the ruins were too dangerous and needed a shield that could withstand powerful attacks, I wouldn't expose the golden race. exist.

Their importance, I don't think I need to explain too much.

Amy's tone was a bit unwilling, and it seemed that he had suffered a big loss in this transaction.

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Most of the original vigilance disappeared.

No, I believe my twenty-year old friend, Lord Amy, I just need to bring a team of Northland warriors

Amy waved his hand indifferently, No, I think you can bring a few more teams

The vigilance in Grote's eyes disappeared, and he nodded with a smile.

As you wish

In fact, regardless of whether Amy agrees or not, he will bring a few more subordinates. This inquiry is just a test.

And Amy's answer also made him lend his heart. This one does not have too much malice towards him, otherwise he should find a way to reduce his helpers.

Amy looked at Grote's kind eyes and cheered loudly in her heart.

The goddess of the night is above, and the wisdom of the ancestors is enough to make the sun pale! \u003c/div\u003e