Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

"Hmm... It's delicious, and it also makes me feel full. Hiss... my body actually feels warm..."

Orion took the mushroom, which was about the size of a palm, squeezed it with his hands, stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing it.

good guy? !

Is this not the medieval version of Yunnan Laobiao?

Aren't you afraid of lying down?

Chen Sheng's eyelids jumped when he saw it, and he was relieved when he thought that the other party was a wood elf demigod. But who knew that someone next to him also followed suit and ate it alive?

"Hey...Duke Chen Sheng, what is this big mushroom called Matsutake?"

Jago Ross pouted and asked with a look of enjoyment.

Although the naked man with antlers has shrunk his body, his palm has not become any smaller. He holds a large mushroom that fits perfectly in his hand, and it is like holding a thermos cup in the captain's hand.

“It’s Batania’s finest matsutake.”

"Batania? I remember that there is a large tribe in the north of the Griffin Forest with this name. Is this a specialty there?"

Orion had just taken out a matsutake mushroom from the large wooden box in front of him. He heard the conversation between the two and intervened to ask.

"Do they have a military force called the Fiona Champions of Battania?"

Chen Sheng perked up after hearing this, this was the source of his time travel!

"Ah? I'm not very clear about this. Daicha, the dryad lord of the Griffin Forest, is the maid of Cordir, one of the three tree elders in Athel Loren. This elder is very exclusive.

And he has a bad temper in recent years, so... But I heard that this tribe also likes to live in the forest. "

Being asked so suddenly, the naked man with antlers became embarrassed.

Although he is the king of the wood elves, he is limited to the Enchanted Forest of Athel Loren. The twelve lords are also loyal, but this does not include the powerful tree people and forest spirits.

On the surface, the wood elves are the guardians of the magical forest, but in fact, they are the ones being protected.

With the help of Father God Kunos and Mother Goddess Elsa, these powerful tree people and the living magic forest signed a contract with them. Otherwise, they would have been driven out by the tree people whose temperaments changed drastically. .

Not to mention ordering them to do things...

Fortunately, the great elder is still wise and rational, and most of the time, his requests are accepted.

Elder Cordile...

Forget it, don't mention it.

Orion retracted his thoughts. He glanced at the small wooden comb in his left hand, then picked up a large mushroom and stuffed it into his mouth. He had already made the decision to stay as a guest for a few days.

......

The Burial Ship Cemetery is located at the junction of the Vast Ocean and the Strait of Lothern, and is directly opposite the exit of the high elf island, the Inland Sea of ​​Ulthuan.

This place was originally a large whirlpool, which is very common on the otherworldly sea.

But Neclaus von Carstein, a nerd from Sylvania and the vampire family Carstein, is a powerful mage who is tired of the family's infighting.

One day, he had a sudden whim and summoned the victims he had killed with his own hands.

And used them to use a unique teleportation technique.

Boom!

When Nyklaus recovered from the loud noise caused by the teleportation technique, he found that his castle, as well as the twelve thousand servants used to simulate the research project, appeared with him in an unknown place. the depths of the sea.

This huge circular space seemed to be separated by something. Not only was there no sea water, but air was constantly coming from above the pitch black space.

Then, he discovered a huge amount of unclaimed necromancy energy.

And surrounding the circle, there are endless wrecks of ships and the bodies of drowned people.

So from that day on, Nyklaus von Carstein disappeared, and there was a self-proclaimed Earl on the sea, a vampire pirate captain named Noctilas.

Count Noctilus

Also on that day, the giant vortex at the junction of southern Ulthuan and the middle of the vast ocean disappeared, replaced by a giant fortress composed of countless bones and shipwrecks, surrounded by countless black mist and howling sounds.

All the ships and sailors who passed by it and escaped luckily gave it the same name "Ship Burial Cemetery".

The owner of this fortress was none other than Nyklaus von Carstein, who renamed himself Noctilus, and he was pleased with the name of his new home.

For this reason, he drove the giant ship "Bloody Reaver" he built with his own hands, and thanked all the countries along the vast ocean, starting from the nearest high elves of Ulthuan, to Bator, Sigmar, and Norsca along the way. Even the Chaos Army in the Arctic Chaos Wasteland.

They were all slapped hard by this confident and powerful cross-border pirate captain under the cover of night.

But that wasn't the end of the story. The nerdy mage with a tempered temper turned a corner.

The dark elves of Naggaroth, the humans of the New World, the elven pioneers, and the lizardmen of Lustria, no one who lives along the coast can escape the captain's big mouth after the sun goes down.

Even some indigenous human tribes who were born and raised here could not escape.

After a round and a half of fighting, Count Noctilus felt that it was incomplete, so he took action and beat the Lizardmen, Tomb Kings, and Arabi people in the Southland and the adjacent Arabi Peninsula one by one.

The main thing is to spread the rain and dew evenly.

But for such a fierce man, he is afraid of the sun.

Originally, his ancestors tried every means to get rid of the curse from Big Bone Man - suffering from the pain of being burned by fire in the sun. However, after absorbing a large amount of undead energy, he suddenly showed such characteristics again.

Although this is not fatal, to a mage, it is no different from a useless person.

So every time before the sun rises.

Noctilas would channel the undead energy of the Burial Ship Cemetery and easily teleport himself and the ship back to the bay of the fortress, where there is no sunlight all year round.

Night fell, and just as the Pirate Count was about to go out to "recruit" men, an uninvited guest broke into his territory.

"When did the Stryger family become so courageous? Do you think the Carstein family is slowing down in hunting you down?"

He snapped his fingers, and large bats appeared. They formed a floating seat, holding up the pirate Earl.

"I'm not here to be your enemy, Noctilus! And didn't you leave the family?"

A figure appeared in the black mist. It was Katang, the Vampire Duke and the talker of the Arabi Peninsula of the Strig family who had twice escaped in embarrassment.

"The brains of the descendants of Wu Suo are really incompetent. When did going out and quitting the family have the same meaning?"

Noctilas laughed, with disdain on his face. At this moment, he suddenly felt that calling himself an earl was a bit too low-priced.

"And why did I hear that His Excellency the Duke was beaten to the last hair? I heard that your genius cousin also turned into a Chaos Demon... Huh? How do you still have the courage to live? How can you deserve it? Become a member of the vampire clan?"

He waved his hand, and the nearby clouds and mist quickly evacuated from Katang's side as if they were alive, leaving him alone in the same place without any cover.

Under the faint moonlight, the merchant's clothes on this vampire duke looked extremely eye-catching.

"Stop talking nonsense, Noctilus, I'm here to do business with you!"