Zerg in the crystal wall world

Demons that breed rapidly and spread all over the world. Or a swarm of insects that are cruel and vicious and feed on human pain and desires... Just thinking about it makes Eleanor anxious about the bleak future of the entire crystal wall system.

At this time, a slightly childish voice interrupted Eleanor's vision: "Your Highness, did you hear something too?"

It was a little girl dressed as a maid next to Eleanor, looking at her expectantly.

"I did feel something." Eleanor suppressed her thoughts about demons and insect swarms and managed her expression again.

But the girl continued to ask excitedly: "Did you also receive guidance from the Holy Dragon?"

Seeing her pious and childish expression, the smile on Eleanor's face slightly weakened: "I think not."

"Then are you a heretic?" the little girl continued to ask, her tone innocent, and she didn't seem to understand the meaning of the word "heresy."

But the next moment, a fist hit her head hard: "Only the guardian race can hear the voice of the dragon. Those who can hear it but are unwilling to follow the guidance of the holy dragon are heretics."

After that, he bowed and apologized to Eleanor who was holding him down: "I'm sorry for being so rude in front of you. The rebel army has always been short of manpower, so we can only let this little guy who has not received etiquette training serve you."

Eleanor still looked at the little girl, with a hint of gloom in her eyes, and said no more.

She didn't know anything about the Kingdom of Cyrodiil. Relying on the "administrator authority" of the Supreme Lord of the Rings, she can easily obtain some information that only circulates among high-level officials by reviewing the "chat records" of other ring users.

For example, the "Dragon Words Rebellion" that has been causing a stir in the Kingdom of Cyrodiil recently.

This uprising was not a revolt by the poor who could not survive against the exploitation of the upper class. In fact, although the Kingdom of Cyrodiil is not a slave, there are more than a dozen world groups that pay tribute regularly. As long as you are a Cyrodiil citizen or a believer, your life can be considered prosperous.

Therefore, this uprising was not due to material reasons, but was driven by spiritual aspects.

Or rather: cult activities.

The rebels call themselves the Dragon Word Sect, obey the "Voice of the Dragon" conveyed by the dragon through the blood contract, and consider the behavior of the royal family and priests at the top of the kingdom to ignore the dragon's instructions as blasphemy, and launch an armed force based on this. riot.

Eleanor couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Human beings will always do all kinds of stupid things because of their beliefs. This is the case in the empire, and it is the same here. If it weren't for the fact that sixty percent of her abilities were in riding, and only Cyrodiil still preserved the pure-blood descendants of the "Royal War Horses" trained by the King of Knights, she wouldn't want to come to the muddy waters here.

Some of the waiters were good at observing people's words and expressions. After realizing the slight change in Eleanor's attitude, no one took the initiative to talk to her.

The group of people hurried from the mage tower that received Eleanor's teleportation to a luxuriously decorated mansion. The attendant saluted again: "Your Highness, the Grand Master is already waiting for you."

Eleanor also met the key figure who invited her to the Kingdom of Cyrodiil: the Grand Mentor of the Rebel Army, a tall man with black hair and black eyes, dressed in black attire.

Judging from the tattoos on his body, he should be a member of the "Black Dragon" Xiunaida family among the Seven Dukes of Cyrodiil, and he is most likely a core member who has fully awakened his bloodline.

Eleanor was not surprised. In a world ruled by blue blood, there must be nobles or descendants of nobles behind any armed conflict.

Although his appearance was dignified, Eleanor could feel that there was an "evil aura" about this man. Just seeing his eyes made Eleanor feel very uncomfortable. His eyes concealed lust and lust. , which made her recall some very unpleasant things that happened when she was imprisoned by the emperor.

"It's a great honor to meet you, Your Highness, I am Dak Xiunaida, you can call me Dak." The Grand Master saluted Eleanor, "In the name of Cyrodiil, I am willing to fulfill my contract as a minister. Giving you what you need.”

He emphasized pronunciation on Cyrodiil. Being able to carry out the ancestral contract is also a way to promote one's own orthodoxy. As long as Eleanor accepted the gift from the rebels, even if he didn't say anything afterwards, he could claim that the contemporary knight king was endorsing the rebels.

Eleanor suppressed her discomfort and responded sternly: "Thank you for your gift, son of the black dragon. Cyrodiil will always be a friend of the knights."

The main goal was achieved. Grand Instructor Dak raised his eyebrows and corners of his mouth at the same time. He stepped forward in two steps, got closer to Eleanor, and showed a charming and evil smile: "It's me who can help such a beauty. An honor."

Eleanor couldn't help but take a deep breath. Are men in this era so greasy?

What's even more disgusting is that she can feel a distorted force acting on her body. This is "lust" using the gaze as a medium to distort reality, forcibly awakening her reproductive instinct and making her feel good about it.

Every move and every move contains a distortion of reality, which means that the Grand Master of the Rebel Army has most likely reached the limit of his soul (level 12).

Yes, when twelfth-level units get along with low-level units, they can distort and modify the latter's character and emotions at will. With hard work, even level 11 units will gradually become what they expect.

Based on this alone, even if he is greasy, narcissistic, looks down on women, and does not understand politeness... he is still a love saint. However, even if he does not count the talent of the King of Knights, he only relies on the Sword of Oath to Victory and the Supreme Lord of the Rings. , Eleanor is qualified to reject this distortion.

Eleanor resisted the urge to punch him: "Can you let me see the war horse first?"

"Of course." Dark's eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth raised, and he reached out and took Eleanor's right hand, "Please come with me."

Looking down at her hand that was held up, Eleanor suddenly showed a bright smile: "Excuse me, in what direction is it placed?"

"In the forest behind the manor -" The tone of Duck's final voice rose sharply. That was because Eleanor suddenly grabbed his wrist, twisted his waist and forcibly threw him away. Because the speed was too fast, the sound was too loud. Puller effect.

Rumble - the ceilings were smashed through, and the rebel master disappeared into the air.

Eleanor also jumped up and chased him in the direction in which he flew away...

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With a click, Duck Xiunaida landed lightly. He rubbed his wrists and shook the debris from the tiles and beams on his body. There was no look of anger on his face, and he just said: "Interesting woman."

Eleanor then fell down but ignored him.

A giant ground otter corpse, which was only seven meters tall, lay in front of the two people.

Judging from the two round hoof prints on its waist, it was obviously that its waist was broken cleanly by an ungulate.

After walking around the corpse, they could see their target, a strong horse with its head on the otter's belly, tearing and swallowing its internal organs.

Its size is far larger than that of an ordinary horse, its muscles are smooth and powerful, and its mane flutters in the wind, shining brightly. The whole body was covered with a layer of hard and smooth scales that sparkled with metallic luster.

Yes, this horse not only eats meat, but also grows scales. In fact, it is basically a dragon-blooded war horse, which is why after the decline of the King of Knights, this kind of war horse was received by the Cyrodiil people and cultivated to this day.