Zerg in the crystal wall world

The Kingdom of Cyrodiil is one of the oldest and top forces among the existing blue-blood nobles.

It is composed of seven races of blue blood with different bloodlines but similar mottos. Its existence can be traced back to the chaotic era before the birth of the stars.

Since it accounts for nearly 60% of the human population, if not counting the rise of the empire, it should be the most powerful human nation in the entire crystal wall system. In fact, Cyrodiil has always considered itself an empire since the Era of Chaos. However, in terms of claims, the empire under the leadership of the emperor has always been very strong, and it suddenly downgraded the "Cyrodiil Empire"...

However, most blue-bloods don't bother with the titles of kingdom and empire. Compared with the name "Cyrodiil", many blue bloods are more accustomed to calling them another name: "Dragon Worship Order".

Of course, this is fundamentally different from the True God Church. The source of power of the seven royal families does not come from the stars, but the blood contract signed with the dragon, and they share the authority of the dragon.

Like the seven royal families of Cyrodiil, those who share the talents, responsibilities and beliefs of the guardians through blood contracts also have a common title: the guardian race.

At this time, Ola Fabir, the current king of Cyrodiil, leader of the Dragon Worshipers, and known as the Lord of the Golden Dragon, was sitting on the throne, playing with a dart that was half the size of a palm and shaped like a fish bone.

The weight of the dart is just right; the shape is smooth and aerodynamic; the edges are sharp but have no trace of polishing; the sides are grooved and there is a liquid storage cavity inside. An acidic liquid should have been stored in it. Touching the side grooves, even a saint Physically, there will still be a burning and tingling sensation in the hands.

And most importantly, the darts have the property of killing willpower, and can even carve scratches on the armrests of the throne that have been tempered by the will of successive kings.

In the royal capital, there are only a dozen or so masters who can use the bones of the sub-dragon species to create throwing weapons with similar effects.

This was brought by the Six-Winged God, or the God of Light, and was part of the insect-tide alien body that had a body like a cobra—the spine of the Dragon-backed Hydralisk.

In front of King Fabir.

A priest wearing an ebony mask and a complicated black robe was dancing with exaggerated movements and chanting words. The dull chanting echoed repeatedly throughout the hall.

"Priest, isn't it over yet?" King Fabir urged, "Is this the third time?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," the Ebony Priest stopped, "The river of fate is more obscure than I thought."

"Just tell me how much you can harvest?" King Fabir ordered.

"I saw the descendant of Aoda Weiying fell into the endless sea of ​​​​worms. According to the dragon blood lineage, it should be Karpacius. But his position was obscured, as if he was a god."

"Those bunch of useless trash." King Fabir cursed angrily. The God of Light had already mentioned this, and the insect tide had already captured several true gods alive.

Then he asked: "What about the others?"

"I also saw ferocious tentacles spreading across the world, with the shadow of the dragon mixed in, serving as the claws of the insect tide, tearing apart everything in its way." The ebony priest god said, "There is even a long Its tentacles cross the endless world barriers and approach the realm of the Dragon's Sons."

King Fabir took a breath: According to the information revealed by the God of Light, they are far away from the insect outbreak area. If the prophecy is correct, the insect swarm that was originally far away will soon come to us, making King Fabir very upset.

"A group of soulless aliens who have obtained the power of the dragon." Ebony Priest suggested hesitantly, "This is the most serious imbalance since the birth of the stars. Perhaps, we should awaken the Dragon Ancestor..."

"It's not the time yet," King Fabir flatly refused. "During the Battle of the Red Moon, the Dragon Ancestors had already lost their ability to think normally. When they wake up, they will rush into the insect tide without hesitation."

"Stay sensible and act within your capabilities." King Fabir set the tone, "Only the dragon is left among the four guardians. To ensure that the will of guardianship can be passed down for a long time, this is the greatest significance of our existence."

"Are you planning to..."

"For a long-term plan," King Fabir said decisively, "Didn't the Nexiuda family have another awakened dragon warrior? Let him conduct an investigation first to determine the harm of the insect tide."

"That son of the black dragon?" Ebony Priest's tone was strange, "Maybe you should think again, he is not someone worthy of entrusting important matters."

"That's him." King Fabir said with resentment in his tone, "Since you dare to provoke my daughter, you must be conscious..."

Before he finished speaking, King Fabir's expression suddenly changed. The ebony priest on the side also subconsciously tightened the bone staff in his hand.

The two looked at each other and saw each other's surprise: just now, they had a spiritual sense at the same time. There is a grand and greedy idea connected to their hearts.

The feeling is fleeting, and ordinary people may ignore it, or just think it is a prophet who is divining his whereabouts.

But they are different. The blood contract signed with the dragon has brought them some ancient insights.

"This feeling is...the nature of the forest singer." The ebony priest immediately identified it.

"Why are there pointed ears here?" King Fabir frowned. The forest singer, the son of nature, would only be born from the higher elf tribe in Pudai. However, the nearest elf world is far away from the Kingdom of Cyrodiil. There are tens of thousands of worlds apart.

There are more serious problems. From the fleeting connection, they felt a strong greed, as if it was about to swallow them into their mouths.

"We are both guardians. According to the ancient contract, the forest singer is our blood-sworn ally. It is not enough for us to show such an attitude..." Ebony Priest asked doubtfully, "Has that singer not awakened the memory of his ancestors yet? "

"No," King Fabir picked up the alien spine with the breath of the dragon again, "According to the news brought by the Six-Winged God, the insect tide not only stole the power of the dragon, but also obtained the animal husbandry from the Moon God. The power of cultivating people.”

The ebony priest immediately recalled the prophecy he had just made: "Could it be that the tentacles of the approaching insect tide should be here?"

King Fabir has already summoned his attendants: "Notify the palace mage to search for traces of astral projection and find the stowaway."

After that, he looked at the ebony priest again: "I would like to trouble you to continue to observe the fate. We need a more detailed prophecy."

The ebony priest responded and danced exaggeratedly again.

However, the dance was not over yet.

"Uh-uh-eh-" A deafening strange sound exploded from high in the sky.

The sound waves spread throughout the world and reached everyone's ears almost without any loss. But this is not thunder or any other natural phenomenon.

It is a roar made by a blue-blooded practitioner who is highly awakened to the power of the dragon and uses a special method.

"Greybeard!" The expressions of King Fabir and the Ebony Priest changed drastically. This roar was almost the highest level warning in the kingdom. This means that the Throat of the World, the kingdom's sacred mountain, where dragons rest, has been invaded.

"Their target is Dragon Ancestor!"

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