Oracle of Terra

"Are you thinking about Princess Scarlett?"

"Well."

Dolor was taken in by the words, and couldn't maintain his expression. The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"But that girl is a puppet chosen to protect the Xinjias Dynasty. Her blood will surely become a sacrifice for Letania to maintain this sovereignty in the future. Although it doesn't matter what kind of person her husband is, but Dolor, can you accept that your wife is such a person?"

"I'm not as obsessed as you say!"

Dolor retorted fiercely, but the old man still looked at him with a smile. He looked like a kind elder. The two of them strolled in the Li Palace of Malton, looking at the man sitting in the courtyard. , a girl as beautiful and illusory as an ornament.

Every time he looks at, Dolor's heart beats faster, but at the same time he feels sad, why is such a blind girl chosen as a symbol of the regime?

The queen's choice was too cruel, obviously besides her, there were many other people with trash like blood, but why was she the only one.

"Do you want to take her and leave like this? Anyway, there will be a lot of successors. If you want to elope with Her Royal Highness, I will not stop you, Dolor."

"That's a betrayal of the queens!"

Dolor's loud voice attracted the attention of the young girl sitting in the courtyard.

"Mr. Dolor?"

"Well...."

The guard with a loud voice was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to attract her attention, but since he was noticed, he could only bite the bullet and greet her.

"His Royal Highness Scarlett, I am very sorry to bother you."

"It's okay, I'm bored sitting alone in the courtyard. Is the one next to you Mr. Gagnerol?"

"Yes, Your Royal Highness, the old man is here too, do you need me to step down?"

"No, please stay here too. I think it's more lively if there are more people."

"Hehehe, that old man would be more respectful than obedient."

The old man stroked his beard with a smile, and sat at the table like this, while Dolor also sat beside the blind princess with a struggling expression.

"The weather is good today. The maids brought me fresh fruits, but I can't enjoy them all by myself. It might be a waste, so I hope the two of you can help me with it."

"Oh, I'm afraid the old teeth are not good enough."

Garniero shook his head and resigned, while Dolor sighed as he looked at the crystal clear fruits on the table, and finally took them in his hands and silently bit them.

"Thank you, Sir Dolor."

"No...thank you for your hospitality."

Dolor's voice was a little lower, and the princess just smiled. Looking at the atmosphere between the two, the old man also sighed.

"Why is Monsieur Gagnerol sighing?"

"No, I just remembered my old grandson. If he is still alive, he must be the same age as His Highness, which is very suitable."

"You're joking. For a person like me who is born with a handicap, isn't it degrading the future of others by combining with others? I am very grateful to Her Majesty the Queen of Letania for giving me this opportunity to be useful to others."

"......"

Dolor didn't speak, but felt like a knife was twisting his heart, and the old man shook his head when he saw the situation. This stubborn boy like a rock was just chosen by his majesty the queen, struggling and distressed. The twin queens with bad personalities are even worse than the cruel and ruthless Witch King he once served. It's just that their superficial benevolence makes people feel a little slack, but the badness in their hearts, a certain In a sense, it is even more terrifying than the Witch King.

It's just that Ganelol has never regretted it. At least compared to the terrifying domination of the Witch King, the rule of these two little girls is still cute, at least they know how to restrain themselves.

"Okay, the old man still has some trivial matters, so I won't waste your Highness's time, Dolor."

"Yes."

"Take good care of His Highness. After all, His Highness's eyes are not very convenient, and there are no maids around to look after him. Maybe something will happen, so you will take care of it."

"This...."

Dolor's expression hesitated, but he immediately saw the disrespectful old man winking at him and hinting to work harder.

"Your Mightiness....."

"Okay, don't bother the young people anymore, the old man should go back and read a book."

The court warlock Ganerol returned to his residence step by step. Even though he looked skinny, his pace was not slow at all. But when he returned to his courtyard, he cast a spell to seal it off, like It seems that I am afraid that someone will discover the secret here.

"You're back."

An ethereal voice sounded, and a girl covered in a white robe appeared in the courtyard.

"Lord Samira."

This is the last bloodline of Winter Spirit, the princess of Winter Spirit, who once fought side by side with Telles and others in Ursas.

"Your Excellency, you don't need to address me like that anymore. You are now the court warlock of Letania, and I am just a descendant of Winterling."

"You shouldn't deny your noble bloodline. Although the old man is not pure blood, he once served your father and was once a winter spirit. What's more, you still call me a priest."

"But, no matter where they are, there won't be winter spirits anymore. Your Excellency, I can only thank you for taking them in. They are very tired, and only here will the warlocks stop chasing them."

Hearing Samira's words, Gagnerol shook his head.

"Your Highness, this is just a stopgap measure. Your existence is a taboo for the twin queens. They should also know about the connection between the old man and the Winter Spirit tribe. Sooner or later, the queen's personal guards will find out here."

Speaking of this, Ganelor remembered the young man in Li Palace who was also the queen's personal guard. To be honest, he felt completely different from those cold guys, but I'm afraid he would kill Sasha without any doubts. Your Highness Mira.

After all, His Highness is a warrior, and he is a hunter.

"The end of the earth, we can't go, Your Excellency, we can't reach there, we will die in a place, no one knows, no one will bury the bones, and the corpses will only be eaten by wild beasts, and no one will even remember, Kendall That's it, Your Excellency."

"This old man knows, this old man knows."

Ganelor only felt a burst of sadness, the once glorious winter spirit, only the person in front of him was left to survive as the last pure blood.

He had to submit to the twin queens. His disciples, as confidantes, as blades, and as hostages, were held in the hands of the twin queens. He was old, not as cold and high-spirited as he was when he was young. The feeling of licking a calf is the same for His Highness in front of him.

"I will think of a way. Your Highness will hide here for the time being. The old man's magic can still hide those pursuers, but if the guards from the palace come, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome."

"I know that at that time, I will leave and bury my bones in this land."

"No, Your Highness, you can't do this. Burying your bones on the ground is what the Sarkaz people do. Your orthodoxy as a winter spirit will surely survive, and the inheritance of the winter spirit, the blood of the winter spirit, will continue."

"........."

Samira, who covered her body in the robe, lowered her head, she knew, she knew... She should do this, but, running away aimlessly, with an endless escape path, she might not be able to let the old man say Things turned into reality.

Her pure blood will only become mottled in the end, and the winter spirit must die.

However, the pair of eyes watching in the dark blinked, as if thinking about something.

"Maybe it doesn't have to be that way, Grand Wizard Ganelol."

"Who!?"

While exclaiming, the old man struck out with a spell, but was absorbed by the darkness and disappeared without a trace. The brown-skinned young man walked out from the shadow of the wall with a smile.

"Shadow Demon?"

Knowing the ancient mysteries, the Princess of Winter Spirit drew her weapon, but the Shadow King of Kazdel shrugged.

"There is no need to be so vigilant. Am I visiting here with good intentions, or are you planning to let me spread the news that Princess Winter Spirit is here? At that time, neither you nor your apprentice will have good fruit, great wizard."

Crowe, who had already obtained information about the Great Wizard from Speaker Raven, naturally knew his sore spots well. Therefore, the Great Wizard stopped using actual spells, because he knew that he could not easily stay. The Shadow Demon King from Kazdel, and as long as he spreads the news, neither his disciples nor Princess Winter Spirit behind him will suffer a terrible death.

But Samira, the winter spirit princess, never let go of her sharp blade.

But Crowe doesn't care, he has plenty of means to escape, but if the persuasion here is not successful, maybe he will be scolded by His Majesty.

Then he is not very willing, he does not even dare to imagine a Sarkaz Demon King being angry.

"what do you want?"

"Naturally, take in the hot potato next to you. I think even if all the countries are unwilling to take over her existence, or have plots against her, we Sarkaz are different. As a partner rejected by the earth, I think We can get along very well."

Crowe's words moved Ganelor, but the old man immediately shook his head.

"Your words are not credible, Kazdel's Lord of the Shadow Fiends."

Gradually, the face of the young man in front of him began to match some of the information in his memory. Although it is worth considering why the other party appeared in Melton, the immediate problem is to sell Her Royal Highness to the Sarkaz people?What a joke, Gagnerol knew the notoriety of these demons. When he was young, he had fought against the magicians from Kazdel more than once. Their insidiousness and treachery were no less than the inheritance of the Witch King itself.

"But it is indeed a good proposal, isn't it? Gagnerol, you are the priest of Winter Spirit, you should understand the value of protecting this princess, and I am the only one who can do it, the kings of Sarkaz The prince of the court, Shadow Fiend Crow."

"I heard that you burned your butt, and you were watched by Tracy, but you still have a chance to escape?"

"Didn't I just sneak into your residence? The rebellious guards and surveillance are not worth mentioning."

Although his stealth skills have been practiced in the past few days.

"And I'm still the prince of Kazdel, so I think the credit should be pretty good."

"A kingdom of demons that exists in name only? Your credibility is as bad as your reputation, Sarkaz."

Although it was true that he was moved just now, Ganerol understands that if Her Royal Highness is handed over to these notorious Sarkaz people, it will definitely end badly. As for the credibility of a Sarkaz prince He doesn't believe in such things, at least Sarkaz's sinisterness can be seen from the many bloody examples!

But even so, he still wanted to know why the Shadow Demon King wanted to protect Her Highness the Princess, at least to test the reason.

"But, you are like this, why do you want to shelter the last blood of Winter Spirit?"

"Hmm... reason, reason..."

Crowe was a little hesitant. After all, he couldn't say that he saw this girl as a great beauty and wanted to introduce him to His Majesty. By the way, he asked His Majesty to change her body structure into a pure-blooded winter spirit to help your winter spirit tribe grow stronger. Anyway, it was from the old man at home Judging from the absurd history of the inheritance of the Sarkaz descendants, His Majesty is quite capable, and it is not a problem to rebuild the glory of Winter Spirit.

"To put it bluntly, Kazdel is about to rise and return to its former glory. In the once glorious Kazdel, there used to be Winter Spirit. What I am doing now is to bring you back to that glory seats."

"What gibberish are you talking about..."

Ganelor already felt that Crowe was talking nonsense, and was about to cast a spell to drive the shadow demon king out of his courtyard, but Samira stopped him.

"Your Highness?"

"Who are you here for, Shadow Fiend?"

"Come for the most respected Majesty of our Sarkaz, young Princess Winter Spirit."

"His Majesty?"

The only Sarkaz people who can be called His Majesty is the Demon King who succeeded in inheriting the throne, but the heir has already passed away. The false king Teresis sitting in Victoria is not enough to be called His Majesty. Gagnerol is getting more and more I wonder if there is something wrong with Prince Sarkaz in front of him.

"The Ancient..."

A white-haired man who claimed to be the land of the Black Crow King appeared in Samira's mind.

When she was here, she also knew about the meteorite he summoned and many rumors about him. She didn't know how high the man she once regarded as her enemy had reached, but she did. I can feel the 'fear' coming from the depths of my blood.

The warning from the blood of the winter spirit made her afraid of the man named Telles.

"Gagnerol."

This time, she no longer respectfully addressed the other party as Your Excellency Priest, but returned to the title she used when she was a 'princess'.

She realized that although this was only a faint feeling, the road to the rise of the winter spirit that Kendall was looking forward to did exist here, in the hands of this shadow demon.

"Promise him."

329. Consecration of Winter Spirit (two chapters in one)

"your Highness?"

There was a puzzled look on the old man's face. He definitely would not believe these notorious Sarkaz people, kings of carrion, and blood demon lords. The king only has the title of killing the prince, but it comes from the ancient inheritance of Winter Spirit. It was the Sarkaz people who made Winter Spirit fall, but now he says he wants to help Winter Spirit rise?

"The Sarkaz people can't be trusted!"

"I, I met a Sarkaz in Ursas before, the man who can summon meteorites, who is he to you?"

"Naturally, it is my honorable majesty, Princess Winter Spirit."

"The ancient one, and the devil king... Is that so?"

Samira sighed as if she understood something.

"The era of winter spirits ended in the hands of that king, but is it beginning again now?"

"I didn't expect you to know. It seems that your declining bloodlines did have a reason for their decline. That's all, since you have agreed, let's talk about other things. Ganelol, you are the guardian of Melton. You are also a priest of the Winter Spirits, do you intend to surrender?"

"Impossible! This old man is absolutely impossible to collude with the Sarkaz!"

The old man replied stubbornly, which caused Crowe to shake his head again and again, and he was just trying, but the old man's firm attitude, and the hidden involvement behind him, sure enough, this great wizard will definitely become the target of their crusade.

"Yes, but your Highness agrees?"

"Your Highness, this old man knows that you are determined and not an ignorant person, but you must be careful when dealing with the Sarkaz."