"Knight Roland..." Running in the night, Princess Tiya Anniya looked back at the death knight who was following behind her. After thinking about it, she finally made suggestions that she had already considered repeatedly in her heart.

"If you have anything, please tell me, Princess Anniya."

"I know that my request may be unreasonable to you, as a dead soul, but can you ask you to hurt humans as little as possible? The soldiers who pursue me obey the king after all, and they... are innocent."

"..." Roland grabbed the reins violently, and let the nightmare stop its never-weary footsteps; "You are a kind person, Your Highness, Princess."

"Ah?" Unexpectedly, the other party would say such words, Anya looked at the female undead who was determined to be staring at her in a silence.

"I have seen many humans, both on the surface and in their hearts, only for themselves. Even though they know that the pursuers are going to kill you, they still plead for them. It is not out of faith, nor to show their compassion in hypocrisy. A pure soul like you is indeed rare."

"I am not as good as you said... Since the fall of the motherland, I have been wandering around and received favors from many people. It is only on the verge of life and death that I have realized the true kindness of this world." Looking back at the people who helped me along the way, Anya didn't know what language to express her inner gratitude.

"It's very similar..." The quiet but painful expression on the princess's face made Roland think of the Truk man who was using the same appearance as her.

“Eh?”

"I mean your expression now looks very much like a person I know. She is stronger than me and knows what she should do better than me. Sometimes I really envy her..."

"She? Your friend?"

"Perhaps now, but in the future... we may become enemies. Because we are taking two completely different paths." Although we know that we will definitely become enemies in the future, no matter what, I will always regard you as my best confidant, Moya, the best friend in this world...

"How many times have you said, don't try to believe that Truk, her ambition is more than just to become the highest priest." The King of the Necromancer, who had awakened from his sleep, once again made an unhappy accusation when he heard the voice of his vower.

"But……"

"Nothing, you, a simple-minded fool, have the purpose of replacing Haas and one day become the new god of darkness. Ignorance, I used to oppose mixed blood with the ants in the lower world, but those guys who are determined to expand their power just don't listen. Not only Haas, but even Tillian will personally taste the bitter fruits he planted."

Seeing that the head that had been sleeping suddenly woke up, Anya, who had finally adapted to the existence of the undead, could only remain silent again.

After Neildefez had seen the cruel method of this undead with only a head, she did not dare to be at all presumptuous in front of it. Compared with the easy-going female undead knight, this beautiful but terrifying undead character was obviously extremely irritable.

Sensing Rafa's awakening, the Death Knights couldn't help but retreat for a while.

That comes from the instinct fear and awe of the superiors, and even the undead can experience the fear from the soul.

"Tillian? I know Moya is a descendant of Haas, but what does this have to do with Tilli, the goddess of light?" Roland, who has never been concerned about common things, couldn't help but become curious.

"In addition to me, among the twenty-nine main gods, Tillian and Haas created them at the same time, of course, Garcia, the twin god of Haas. I gave them both different blood in the power of light and darkness. Therefore, they became the highest gods in each other's camp. In fact, from the perspective of blood, Light and Ye Ying are also brothers and sisters, and they have the closest bloodline than other gods."

Rafa's words made Roland suddenly awaken.

"You mean...the descendants of the gods in this world are not just Truks?"

"That's of course, God is the creator of this world. As long as they are willing, they can use their own strength to create a new race at any time. The so-called descendants are nothing more than life with the blood of the gods. They do not need to be born like those lower creatures, which must be fertilized to give birth to their own descendants. However, the Truks are just closer to the gods in terms of blood."

"What about the elves... Isn't your title the Great Elf King? Are the elves also your descendants?"

Obviously, Roland's words made Rafa unhappy again; "The elves are my direct descendants, and after creating the gods, the second species created by me personally. But since those ungrateful guys sealed me, Tillian and Haas have divided the elves into two camps. Don't you think there is no more powerful race than the elves in the earthly world except gods and dragons?"

"Ah..." After Rafa mentioned it, Roland also reacted.

The elves have almost immortal life like the dragon clan, proficient in elemental power and possess a heavy appearance, which is simply a gift from the Creator. Roland has long felt that although the power of the elves is not as powerful as the dragon clan, their emotions are far more abundant than the old-fashioned dragon clan. If Rafa hadn't revealed the news herself, she would certainly not have associated it in this regard.

"In this way... that mixed-blood elf who stayed with Moya is the one..."

"That's right, in terms of bloodline, he is closer to the original big elves than any elves now. Otherwise, you think that with him, an elf less than a hundred years old, how could he use the almighty ring to hurt me?" Thinking of the scene at that time, Rafa was still indignant.

"Almighty? Isn't it called charity?" Roland remembered that it was a treasure of the Church of Light. Isn't its original name called charity?

"Love? Haha, Tillian is really good at playing tricks. Roland, you are also a fool. If it were her artifact, how could it really hurt my soul in the light body? No matter what, Tillian was always a god created by me. What she hurt was only my soul, who belonged to the dark side after being deprived of her body. Almighty... That is one of the three artifacts given by God the Father to rule Anesia. However, Tillian, who does not have the elf blood, cannot use this artifact

, and then put it on the earth. Hum... As long as I get the crown of the Doomsday and the authority of catastrophe, even without the ring of almighty, I can still defeat those shameless traitors." Looking at Rafa's gloomy face, Roland casts carefree eyes at Princess Anya, worried that she will not be able to withstand the anger emitted by the necromancer. The curse containing magic is enough to kill any living creature, and even the undead knights behind him cannot withstand this powerful magic power.

As expected, I saw that the human princess was fainting on the horse's back.

"Well... Rafa, this is not a slaughter, and no creature in the earthly realm can withstand your magic power. And... if that important witness died because of this, wouldn't we run away in vain?"

"Shut up, I know the size."

He was upset to discover that the woman who knew the alliance between the demons and humans fainted as Roland said, and Rafa stopped his special way of venting his magic power.

"Well... I felt it. The second seal, the life shackles with the crown of the end of the world are not far ahead. As long as you obtain the crown given by God the Father, Tillian wants to seal it again, I will become a bubble. Haha... Wait, betrayers, your end of the world is coming soon."

If a human being passes through this wilderness, he will definitely be scared to death by the scene in front of him. A dead soul with only a head and a skeleton body floats in the air, and behind him is a dark death knight, which makes people think of the undead invasion half a year ago.

"Well..." As if he could sense something, Rafa stopped his crazy laughter, and the expression on his face was obviously rare and serious.

"What's wrong?" Rafa was rarely seen to care so carefully about anything.

"Are you here... much faster than I thought. It seems that Haas has indeed found himself a troubled successor, hum..."

The successor? Is it...Moya?

Resounding what Rafa said before, Roland naturally thought of Moya. But shouldn't she develop the power of night elves in the East Continent? Why did she come to the North Continent again?

Could it be...

"The Peace Conference, initiated by the Church, is specifically for the Northern Alliance. As one of the covenants, the Night Elf will of course send envoys to attend. How could the human emperor miss the best time to negotiate with the Supreme Priest of the Night Elf? Think about it, the reason is actually very simple. However, the Truk woman did not untie another seal on the Eastern Continent. Could she have any new plans?"

"Do you want to ask Moya in person?"

"No, we don't turn around and keep moving forward, and it's more important to find the crown of doomsday. I hope that the clever priest will not rush me with his bad mind, otherwise I will not be obsessed with any prophecy and will definitely destroy the Son of God who can help me break the seal in the legend." This hidden secret words once again hinted to Roland not to try to betray me, even if he is the oath, he will wipe it out without mercy.

"I know..." Sighing secretly, Roland woke Anniya who was in a mild coma.

"It's time to go on the road, princess."

"Knight Roland..." Anniya nodded and did not dare to speak out. She just followed Nightmare silently and continued to rush along.

Be careful, Moya Rafa will never tolerate anyone who tries to hurt him. No matter what your identity is now, he will never let him go.

Don't do things that you regret, at least, don't try to attack him before your purpose is achieved.
Chapter completed!