The lizard was silent for a while, shaking the yellow fin-shaped crown on its top of its head, and suddenly felt as if it had thought of something and hissed.

"If you are in a hurry, further south, there is a noble Slan, but I have never seen it."

He vaguely remembered that when he was communicating with another group of spirit lizards from an ancient city in the south, the other party said that there was also a noble Shilan in that city.

"What the hell were you talking about just now."

The old king Aton Horo asked.

The barbarian said only the last sentence from beginning to end, but Akadiza was able to have a complete conversation with this barbarian, which already shows that the barbarian is not simple.

However, he never liked to deal with these savages, even though his ancestors had friendship with these savages.

Arcadiza went straight to the local road.

"I hope to ask the people of Mr. Lizard's tribe for the kind of war beasts recorded in the book, according to our past employment agreements. But he said he must ask for a kind of venerable called Slan."

“This is necessary.”

Looking at his father's untrustworthy gaze, Akadiza added.

"In Nehekara's army, there are infantry, chariots, and cavalry, but there is no decisive impact force."

"We can't defeat those large enemies that are dozens of meters tall, especially when their strength is far beyond ours."

"The usurper had enough structural technology back then, and it is quite reasonable to create power similar to the evil I have seen."

"So, if you want to fight the Northern Expedition, you must have the strength to compete with them."

"Apart from the Lebalas people who only exist in books, the giant steam scorpion that has not seen real objects for many years, and other steam machinery, there are only the giant war beasts owned by Mr. Swallow's tribe."

Nephreta interjected at this time. Under the flight driven by the necrotic energy, the woman's body with the smell of lotus perfume floated in front of Akadiza and the spirit lizard.

"Slan, lynx? I have heard of these savages in the past, but I have never heard of them claiming their own names."

"Your energy is all about those political manipulations, and you have hardly left the city of Lemia."

Akadiza stroked her neat black hair and said.

He guessed that Nevreta may have never left Lemia since she became a vampire. After all, she cannot bask in the sun, and the distance she can move is too limited.

Nevreta had different opinions on this, and his black vertical pupils stared at Akadiza.

"You misunderstood me. I went to my maid's motherland for a while, that distant country of Eastern Silk."

"Maybe you can talk about these experiences with my parents, and maybe they can improve their impression of you."

Nevreta got closer to Akadiza.

"Akadiza, you seem to be wrong. In my opinion, you are mine, not me."

Forget it, that barbaric... Spirit Lizard, can you tell me what position your Slan is?"

As she said that, she floated behind Akadiza, approached the spirit lizard, and observed the savage man with gold leg rings and arm rings on his blue thighs and arms.

The spirit lizard stared at the female hot-blooded species in front of her, and her eyes turned around. Her throat made a strange scream, and then she said.

"Slan is Slan. The noble Slan is the fifth batch of Slan created by the great gods, guiding the way forward for the sons of God."

Nephreta asked immediately.

"Gods? What gods? A god like Asaph?"

As a royal bloodline, she was very aware of the ancient level of the Nehkara gods.

If these barbarians were created by some gods, wouldn’t they also be extremely ancient creatures?

"god……"

The spirit lizard was stunned for a long time, and his head shook left and right for a while, but he still didn't expect to say anything, so he simply fell silent.

Nevreta stared at the lizard's eyes, getting closer, but suddenly retreated like an electric shock.

The vampire covered his right face in pain, pointed to the three gold medals hanging on the chest of the spirit lizard, and asked angrily.

"Ah, what is this?!"

The soul lizard looked puzzled, looked down at the talisman with runes at that moment, and replied in the weird Nehekara language that was still strange and hissing.

"If it hurts you, then you are evil."

Halfway through, he seemed to have denied his thoughts, let out a strange cry and continued.

"But the taste does not look like it, nor does it look like it. I should ask the Spirit Lizard Priest."

"Spirit Lizard Priest? Are they different from Slan?"

Akadiza asked.

"Slan is Slan, and the spirit lizard is the spirit lizard."

The words of the spirit lizard emerged in the prince's heart, and then the spirit lizard stopped talking, but just swayed its tail with two golden tail rings.

"Anyway, I'm going to the jungle in the south to find Shilan he had never seen before, so as to send troops north as soon as possible."

Soon Arkadiza made a decision, but was held back by Nephreta.

"I'll go with you."

"You can't bask in the sun, and your legs can't let you move freely."

"Give me an expedition, it's enough."

Akadiza's words made Nevreta and Akadiza's relatives voice at the same time.

"Absolutely not possible!"

"The expedition team's work should not be done by the prince!"

"What if something happens to you?!"

The crowd started arguing. Such a debate made time pass quickly, but no effective conclusion was drawn.

In the far north, new changes have appeared again in the underground fortress of the Rat Man, around the parliament hall, which was still in preparation.

Esky looked at the passing of the magic wind in his hand, and he was sure that he had been here for about an hour.

After such a long time, the noise came again from outside the street entrance.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The special smell emitted by a large number of Scarvanes gathered together gradually spread into Esky's nose.

"It seems that the attack is going to be launched."

Esky said, and Ecret, who was beside him, opened his eyes.

About ten minutes later, something strange appeared on Esky's observer screen.

Several thick iron plates were piled on the wooden cart, and behind them were probably driven by slave rats, moving slowly towards the direction where Esky was.

"What kind of local tank?"

Rapid metabolism has allowed these rats to come up with solutions faster than humans, but it has to be said that this solution is still not considered.

Not to mention that 13mm bullets penetrate these steel plates is very easy. Even if they cannot penetrate, the wooden structure under the load and the slave rats occasionally exposed behind are very good targets.

As the shooting button was pressed, the rotating barrel quickly shot out thick bullets longer than Esky's knuckles.

Under the green flash trajectory, the smooth round hole soon appeared on the steel plate, and a large cloud of smoke and dust were stirred up in front and behind it.

Soon, under the impact of the bullet, the steel plates fell down, revealing a huge wound on the chest behind, and a group of slave rats were still bleeding.

Isn't there even a clan rat? Esky frowned.

This seems to be a test.

Feeling that the mana was not fully filled in his body, Esky counted on the other party to continue to delay time, which would make him have a greater advantage.

At least, the gray prophet who was against him could not automatically restore his mana.

The hostile Scarvens fell into silence again, but Esky knew that this was just a new preparation before the next attack.

Several kilometers away, Ehiriga, who had just entered the outermost area of ​​the underground fortress, stopped.

“The atmosphere in the city is not right.”

Eshiriga looked at the pedestrians that no longer existed on the street and immediately found something wrong.

After several familiar corners, the lord of the lord made a cooing owl cry, and soon, a Scarven in a black robe appeared in front of Eshiriga.

"The Prophet of the Grey has decided to do it, and their subordinates are gathering around the hall of the Parliament."

Under the report of his subordinates, the lord who turned against him frowned.

Sure enough?

Before leaving, he knew about the plan of the Gray Prophet, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Now he still has a choice. If he abandons Ecret and surrenders to the Prophet Grey at this time, he may not be able to make a fuss.

Thinking of the iconic arrogant faces of the Grey Prophets, Esirica tightened his claws.

It seems that there is no need to be humiliated to that level.

"Come on, come with me."
To be continued...