The ancestor of the vampire put his finger on the desert daughter's chin and kept making circles, asking.

Soon, a comment that made her blood pressure rise leaked out of this woman's mouth.

"Alkadiza should have died fighting the usurper and killing the usurper. The sons of the Old Ones in the south should not have helped you."

"What?"

Alkadiza frowned.

The Old One? The architect of the great plan? Alkadiza had never thought that he would hear this word from the mouth of the Golden Plains people isolated from the jungles of the south.

However, he immediately noticed another sentence.

"In other words, I can kill Nagash?"

The Desert Daughter paused, as if trying to remember something, and then spoke after a while.

"That is your original destiny. As long as you cross the strait in front of you and reach the other side of the sea, you can kill him. But as long as you cross this strait, you will die."

"Now your fate has become difficult for me to see clearly."

"The destiny and the will of God make me feel that the usurper is different from the one in destiny. He is stronger now than he was in destiny."

Alkadiza frowned and held her chin, which had some stubble.

"That's really not good news."

According to their original predictions, Nagash must be much more powerful than he was hundreds of years ago.

If Nagash is stronger now than he was in the so-called destiny, the threat level of the usurper will be even higher, and perhaps the power of the entire Nehekhara can no longer deal with the Necromancer.

Grabbing Neferata's hand, Alkadiza said.

"It seems that we will have to speed up the construction of the giant spiritual vein network in the future. This spell structure is quite beneficial to spellcasters."

The black vertical pupils looked at the prince's eyes without blinking.

"Of course, Lahmian gold is used for these things."

Smiling and caressing her face, Arkadiza asked the maid to lead Neferata back to the palace to go to bed - sleeping day and night is the physiological schedule of a vampire.

He himself went outside the palace walls to meet the Skink Priest and his attendants.

Nearly ten hours later, the sky had gradually dimmed. Neferata, who woke up from bed again, saw her cousin who disappeared at an unknown time last night in the main hall.

Two pale figures flashed past, and Usuoran took the warlord in charge of the Lahmian army, General Ankat, and stepped into the palace with weapons.

Seeing their unconventional attire, Neferata frowned, then felt relieved.

Going to the palace with swords and shoes is no threat to her at all. She can knead a steel sword into dough with one hand.

When her cousin came closer, she realized that Wu Suoran's expression looked quite strange, as if a disaster was imminent.

"Other countries are plotting something."

Usuoran's words made Neferata roll her eyes and reply.

"What day are they not plotting something?"

Her cousin seemed not to notice, almost maintaining the worried expression and said.

"We all know that except for us and Astri, the national strength of the other six countries in Nehekhara has been quite weak."

"Although they can still survive with our assistance, they still owe us a huge debt."

"The princes and princesses who stayed in Laemia as hostages can get luxurious residences and other pleasures from us."

"But they still hate us. The dual economic and cultural disadvantages have created a hatred in their country that is difficult to eradicate."

"My informant told me that some of them are quite dissatisfied, especially Numas and Zandiri."

Neferata held her head, drank a cup of the believer's offering that was just served, and shrugged.

"But they didn't dare to take action, otherwise they would have taken action in the past hundreds of years."

These are not new things. In the past, these countries have always been dissatisfied, but who of them can leave Lamia's annual aid of three tons of gold?

She still remembers how the ruler of Kuata hundreds of years ago was almost stopped by her gate guards as a beggar.

"Yes, at least until they don't have a righteous name that allows them to trust each other."

Ankart said suddenly, which made Usoran and Neferata turn their attention to him.

"If you have anything to say, I think you might as well say it directly?"

The ancestor of the vampire said that she always felt that there was something hidden in Ankart's words.

General Ancart, who got the hint, roared angrily.

"You agree with Alkadiza's plan to reveal our vampire identities. Have you ever thought that this will give this righteous reputation to them?"

Neferata, on the other hand, spread her hands indifferently.

"Being hostile to Nagash is the true righteousness in this land."

She doesn't think there will be any consequences in the end. Just like Alkadiza said, vampires will be disliked because this technology is related to Nagash, and those who use this technology are regarded as Nagash's lackeys.<

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As long as they show their hostile attitude towards Nagash, they will soon have the possibility of being accepted by Nehekhara.

General Ancart obviously did not agree with this.

"Nagash is far away in the horizon, Lahmia is right before our eyes, especially the gold of Lahmia, right before our eyes."
Chapter completed!