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Obviously, cheating at this time is meaningless. Either agree to make himself and his descendants forever the dogs of the Targaryen family, or risk being wiped out and go back to the valley to continue a desperate battle with those traditional nobles.

Difficult choice!

In just ten minutes, Petyr Baelish felt as if a lifetime had passed, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, knelt down on one knee and said in an extremely solemn tone: "I hereby solemnly swear to the Seven Gods, Allegiance to House Targaryen, including all descendants, shall never be betrayed."

"Very good! Now, the curse is in effect." After speaking, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

After the slap, Little Finger suddenly found thousands of red marks densely growing on his arms and neck, but they disappeared quickly after only a few seconds, as if nothing had happened.

But for some reason, he always felt that some kind of change that he couldn't understand had happened deep in his body or soul.

"Is this the end?" Petyr Baelish asked calmly.

Zhang Cheng nodded meaningfully: "Yes! The curse has been rooted deep in your blood and soul! Any act of betrayal or thought will bring bad luck and disaster. Believe me, you don't want to know that it is a curse. What does it feel like? Besides, from now on, you are considered one of your own. When the noble alliance in the valley is settled, I will ask Her Majesty the Queen to give you a wider space to display your talents. By then, the entire Seven Kingdoms will become a hunting ground , your task is to use your strengths, continue to create chaos and conflicts, gradually weaken the strength and influence of those great nobles, and finally dismember them one by one."

"Really?" Littlefinger's face showed an unconcealable surprise.

He originally thought that there might be no room for his ingenuity to be displayed anymore, but what he never expected was that the other party made such an exciting invitation again.

What is the most painful thing for a talented schemer and careerist?

Of course a strong king, and a relatively peaceful and stable political environment!

But now, the supreme ruler actually wants him to mess up the stable situation in the country and provoke war, chaos and conflicts again, just like sharks smell blood and dogs smell shit.

"Hehe! Please don't doubt my sincerity. For those talented people, Her Majesty and I never mind playing to their strengths and striving for more benefits for the royal family."

"Understood!" Petyr Baelish bowed with one hand on his chest, then turned and left the room and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Not long after he left, Daenerys came out from behind the bookshelf and asked with a frown: "Are you really planning to use this ambitious guy?"

"Why not? In the eyes of a king, all talented people can be used, but how to use it is a problem. My suggestion is to let Petyr Baelish do all the most hated things for you , and then when the nobles’ anger erupted, execute him with their own hands, so as to appease the public anger and demonstrate the justice and benevolence of the royal family. Well, this plan is not bad..."

Chapter 993 No Peace

The leisurely and happy time is always so short. When the carriage in which Walent was riding finally arrived at King's Landing, Zhang Cheng knew that he had to say goodbye to this world.

He didn't say goodbye to anyone, he just came to the predetermined place alone, and while admiring the beautiful scenery of the sunset by the sea, he asked without looking back: "How is it, have you made a decision?"

"Of course! This world is very suitable for me, and I choose to stay." Volunte touched the short gray-white beard on his chin, and gave an affirmative answer without thinking.

"In this case, let's complete the transaction." After speaking, Zhang Cheng quickly touched the space coordinates used for positioning, then took out a bottle of potion that shone with silver light, raised his head and poured it directly.

In the blink of an eye, his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth began to spurt blood continuously.

Obviously, this cloned body will completely collapse and die within a minute or two at most.

Undoubtedly, Volente had encountered the imminent death, and hurriedly said: "The fourth seal is located in the depths of the desert more than 500 kilometers outside Cairo, the capital of Egypt. As for the key, it is the Death Grim Reaper in your hand." Anubis' scepter."

"The Pyramid of Osiris? I see..."

Before swallowing his last breath, a flash of understanding flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes, and then he fell to the ground with a plop. His whole body quickly melted and turned into a puddle of unknown liquid, which merged into the sea water with the waves disappeared without a trace.

……

At the same time, in the icy and snowy land far in the far north, a note suddenly appeared in the hand of the death knight Huma.

After reading the content inside, he immediately sneered and told the necromancer who was studying the structure of the different ghosts day and night: "Tell our forward! We can start the first round of attack on the human world!"

"Now?" A piercing chill appeared in the eyes of the leading necromancer.

"Yes, now. Also, prepare more portraits. We need to let those humans know that if this guy named Volent is not handed over, their world will never be peaceful."

The voice just fell!

Huma jumped on the back of the dragon and soared into the sky, skipping the endless white snow in the north, without concealing his existence, brandishing the terrifying magic sword, slaughtering villages and cities all the way, killing thousands of people Transformed into undead, frantically attacking the surrounding areas indiscriminately, the degree of insanity is far more extreme than "Azeroth's first filial son" Alsace Menethil.

When they arrived at King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, the city was under full martial law, and the city walls were covered with huge bed crossbows that the scholars painstakingly built, waiting for an order to knock out this legendary demon from the sky. down.

"Ah! The grand welcome ceremony, I like it." A slight ironic smile appeared on Huma's stiff face.

Perhaps for the dragons of this world, these sharp and huge arrows can cause decent damage, but for the undead, even if they are pierced through, the wound will heal automatically as long as it is pulled out.

With the ability of negative energy to repair the body, physical attacks have never been a big problem. There is only one thing that can really make the undead feel afraid, and that is pure magic and energy attacks.

Especially the extreme forms of high temperature and high heat such as positive energy, flame, and lightning are most likely to cause wounds that are difficult to repair.

"Who are you? Why do you massacre civilians and turn them into monsters." A heavily armed Imperial Guard on the city wall asked loudly.

You don't need to ask, you know, he is asking questions for Daenerys and the ministers of the imperial council.

After all, the other party has hardly had any communication since his appearance until now, and he also doesn't feel a semblance of reason at all. The only thing he does is slaughter, and he slaughters every living person he sees like crazy.

In the end, the cities and villages were turned into ruins, and those resurrected corpses continued to wander around like ghosts. All spies who dared to approach would be besieged without exception, and less than one in ten could escape alive and report the situation.

After the Targaryen dynasty unified the continent, there has never been a war so tragic that no life was spared in its path.

"My name is Huma! Lord of the Undead! The commander of the army of millions of undead! Now, let me inform you of one thing, hand over a man named Volent, otherwise I and my army will die Launch an attack and kill all of you living people, leaving no one behind." The death knight sat on the dragon's back and issued an ultimatum condescendingly.

"Volent?" Daenerys, who was hiding behind the city wall, subconsciously frowned, turned around and asked the surrounding ministers: "Who do you know who this Volent is?"

"do not know!"

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I haven't heard of it."

"Me too!"

……

All of a sudden, these nobles from famous families kept shaking their heads, expressing that they had never heard of this name.

But before they discussed the famous result, Huma immediately took out a piece of parchment with a magic image printed on it from his bosom, and threw it down from mid-air: "Take it! Here is his portrait! I will give you a piece of parchment." years. If he has not been sent to me within a year, I will take it as a signal to start war. Believe me, with your ridiculous army, you won't last even a month. "

After saying these words, the dragon of death immediately climbed to the sky, flew straight to the north, and disappeared on the horizon in the blink of an eye.

You don't need to ask. Naturally, it is impossible to deceive the residents of King's Landing for such a massive move. In just a few hours, everyone knows that there is a terrifying death army north of the Great Wall. If they can't satisfy them The conditions put forward, the life of the whole world will be slaughtered.

For survival!

To live!

Whether it is nobles, civilians, mercenaries, or those beggars who are hungry and naked, they are all looking for Volent like crazy.

The imperial meeting even offered a huge reward of [-] golden dragons!

Looking at the people with green eyes on the street, Volent, who was hiding in the secret passage, shivered involuntarily, and cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth: "Damn it! I knew it! I knew it! That guy There must be no good intentions in leaving so simply. Sure enough, he still has no intention of letting me go. This lunatic with a dark heart! Who does he think he is? Am I his dog?"

But unfortunately, no matter how much you curse, you can't change the current bad situation.