Chapter 92 Prince Northrend's Dangerous Situation

"Biography of Ron, Bishop Agras, the chaplain, died. You will not remember the first or second, what will you do here?" What does Bishop Ron be like? How could Northrend not know who is Northrend? I am worried about your highness's future, but your highness doesn't appreciate it? This time your highness suffered such a heavy loss. I wonder if the royal family will tolerate such a prince ascend to the throne of the king? What will your highness think of those unappreciated opponents in the past?"

As enemies of each other, Prince Northrend knew Bishop Ron very well. Isn't Bishop Ron the same to him? "Say whatever you have." Northrend calmed down and waited for Bishop Ron's following. Bishop Ron came to him at this time to regret it. That was the biggest joke in the world. How could Northrend give him a good face at this time?

"Okay, then I'll just say it." Bishop Ron still smiled: "The situation of the prince is very delicate at this time. It's almost a foregone conclusion that the throne is not guaranteed. If it is not handled well, there are precepts and places for cultivation in my church. The Westmad royal family also has similar sects. By then, His Royal Highness will not be as glorious as it is now." Northrend did not answer. Bishop Ron was very familiar with his royal family. Although what he said was a bit serious, the actual situation was. If it was really at the worst, the sects would be his destination. By then, all glory would be far away from him.

"For the sake of His Highness the Prince, I have a suggestion." Bishop Ron's smile stopped and his words began to be a little solemn: "His Prince's throne is not guaranteed, and he will even fall into the sect. Things have reached this point. My Sacramentalam Holy Court is willing to open a door for His Highness. Under Sakalam, the rule of Sakalam, has always been a religious and civil autonomy, and there is no real king rule. As long as His Highness is willing to join me Sacramentalam and change the party, His Majesty Urban will crown His Highness the Prince and make His Highness the king of all territories outside the Sacramentalam Holy Court. I wonder what His Highness wants."

"Crown me?" Northrend sneered: "I, Westerma, are not the big and small kingdoms under the rule of the Supreme Council. You have made a mistake. Even if I die, I will not betray the Westerma royal family, my ancestor god, and my own bloodline. Bishop Ron, I am in a bad mood now. Get away before I get angry, don't let me see it, otherwise the long sword in my hand will not show mercy."

"Silly." Bishop Ron snorted coldly: "Just wait to be imprisoned by the clan." After he said that, he ignored Prince Northende and left straight. Northende frowned and looked at Bishop Ron's back as he walked away, thinking that his future was really bad. He had known that there were so many dangers in this war of demon sealing, so he would not come at the beginning. The worst situation was that there was still a prince, but now that things have come, what else can be saved?

Bishop Ron's words sound a bit tempting, but the only thing hidden in the pastries he sent was poison. First of all, becoming the king under the rule of the Sakalam Holy Court was like the king of the big and small kingdoms under the Supreme Council of the Eastern Continent. He said he was a king but in fact he was just a puppet. The inheritance of the throne would be interfered by the Supreme Council. Without the crown of the Supreme Council, the throne would be injustice.

If he promised Bishop Ron, he would first become a puppet king. Next, he would probably be pushed out by the Sakalam Holy Court to compete with Westerma. The throne would naturally not be fought against Westerma. However, the Sakalam Holy Court has since had a great title to confront Westerma, and even lay a foundation for taking over Westerma. This is absolutely intolerable in his eyes. "Ah." Northrend sighed dejectedly. "I regret not not listening to Winster's warning."

"His Highness Northrend." An old voice suddenly sounded in his ears, awakening Northrend from silence. "President Stewart." Northrend's eyes fell on Stewart's new outfit. Stewart was no longer dressed like before, but changed all the time. He had a strange skeleton face on his head, and a robe inside his body, but there was an armor outside. The armor was the same skeleton inside, but the surface of the skeleton was covered with dense scales. After wearing this outfit, a strange pressure naturally spread out from Stewart's body.

"The Incarnation of Tagoo." Northrend was shocked by his own pressure. Although the first person in the shelter world who had entered the legendary realm in the past has been dead for a long time, he can't tell the Westerma royal family since its original inheritance. The Incarnation of Tagoo has also spread to all directions with his existence, almost the symbol of the president. No wonder Stevo was able to enter the legendary realm. It turned out that it was a legendary realm that had lived for thousands of years in his bones, but now it is just a recovery, just like a sealed demon god.

"I looked at the arrow of Phoenix. There was something wrong with it, so I came over to see the bodies of several generals. Can I check it out?" Stewart said to His Highness Northrend. Northrend nodded and waved his hand a few times. By this time, he was already in chaos. "If the president wants to see it, just look. Oh, it would be great if he had followed the president's warning at the beginning, and that would not have fallen to this point, and the generals would not have died."

"Death is just a return to this land that gave birth to them. Your Highness does not have to be too sad, huh." Steve's perception was tightly locked on a wisp of death rule in his body, and for a moment he frowned. "The power of death originating from the fear of living beings, Your Highness, these corpses are destroyed immediately, otherwise they will be transformed into the undead of Phoenix, and they are also the undead of the fifth-level power."

With Steve's increasingly profound understanding of the realm of death, Phoenix's death rules are just superficial in his eyes, but superficial. This application comes from the Demon King of Diapolo, which is of great research value to Steve. Before he entered the realm of legend, he was very jealous of the technology that Diapolo could transform living people into independent necromancers. At this time, although he had the power of rebirth, he was not without restrictions.

When he first entered the legend, he resurrected several elders and reached the limit. At this time, he entered the legendary realm, his mana was stronger and his will was stronger, but he only increased the number, but there were still restrictions. Looking at the nearly infinite transformation of the undead spirits, and the endless army of Andalil's necromance, he was not envious. He wanted to understand the mechanism of the undead spirit transformation. The rules of the Hang Lord were not the death rule, but although Phoenix's source of the death rule was somewhat different at this time, it could be used to refer to it in operation.

"It's not possible to destroy the corpse." Even if the members of the Westma royal family die, the corpse has its own recycling mechanism. If it can be recycled, it must be recycled, especially the blood power in the corpse. Even if a person dies, it might be possible for others to use it. "President Stewart, I don't know if the president can suppress this change." If the corpse cannot be preserved, the consequences will be even more unimaginable. Northrend may really go to the sect's house as Bishop Ron said.

"I'll try my best." Steve pressed his hand on the head of the corpse, feeling the power of the death rule hidden in it, and checking its operation process. After a while, he realized that the application of the undead rule used the original rules of this world to the greatest extent. The transformation process of the rule only promoted the original rules to change. The raw material is the body itself. The establishment of the new core is also the original willpower of this body to ignite the soul flame. The core of the flame is naturally this rule of death.

There are laws between the movements of the world and the earth. Among them, there will be no necromancers even without extraordinary power. If you want to transform the necromancers infinitely, you must start with objective and conventional rules, understand the rules, and then use your own death rules to promote the changes of the original rules, and create a brand new necromancer. The core of the will of this necromancer is the creator.

After understanding this change, Steve's eyes fell on the unfolding Kingdom of Death, and slightly improved the process of creating a body of a dead kingdom. In the future, the new necromancer's construction of a body will consume his power, and the power that survives in another kingdom will also be reduced to a very small extent. The reason is that things that are allowed to exist will not be corrected by the world. With the necromancer structure allowed by objective rules, the world's efforts to correct his death kingdom will also become vague. "It's really wonderful."

The suppression of this power is not feasible, but the death power derived from the rules of fear is driven by the objective rules of the world. The combination of the two is almost as difficult as the general trend of heaven and earth, but the power of this pusher is extremely limited. Steve mobilizes his own strength to directly lock in the death rules in the corpse, and will be removed from the root one by one. The death power derived from fear is also belongs to death, which is also the category of death of Steve. What mystery will Diapolo's rule be like? Steve is a little looking forward to it?

"Okay, I have suppressed the changes in it. His Highness Northrend, I won't disturb you much." Steve closed the several lines of death rules taken out. With these death rules, Diapolo's mysterious door of the undead spirit was about to be opened in front of him. Steve was almost impatient. "That's thank you President Steve. The president, please go slowly, and Northrend won't send it."

Seeing Stewart's figure gradually fading away, Northren breathed a little relieved. Something big happened. Bishop Ron of Sakalam came over and took the opportunity to threaten it. President Stewart, such a legendary field, actually solved one of his troubles without asking for any reward. In this way, the gap was so big. "Brother Northrend."

"Lasvia, why are you back?" Lasvia has been away from Winster territory for a while, but at her original speed, she shouldn't have appeared here at this time. However, as soon as she left Li Zhi's territory, she rushed back overnight in view of the seriousness of the matter. She arrived at the Rogue Fortress today, but she didn't want to encounter such a big thing as soon as she came back.

Although Lasvia is a woman, she is a powerful wizard after all. Even though she is not as strong as Northrend, she is still quite weak. She was just a little tired while rushing overnight. "I saw many things I had never seen before, and after careful consideration, I also gain something. If these can be used in the kingdom, it will definitely bring unprecedented changes to the kingdom. Brother Northrend, do you know? In a month, Winster's ruler has developed a small city from a forest. I also brought the friendship of Lord Winster. He is ready to unite with us in business. If it is achieved, it can bring great benefits to the kingdom."

"Also, Brother Northrend, I saw signs of perfect blood in Lord Winster. He is a legendary strong man." As soon as I saw Northrendrasvia, I couldn't wait to tell Northrend what I saw in Winster territory. "Hey, this is Uncle Cialis, Uncle Elland...How could they die?" As soon as I rushed back to the fortress, she couldn't wait to find Northrend. In a hurry, she vaguely felt that the atmosphere in the fortress was a little wrong, but she didn't know what was going on.

"Lord Winster, he is not an ordinary legendary powerhouse, but a legendary realm." Northrend said lightly: "Lasvia, my brother may not be able to protect you in the future. Your uncle Cialis and others were shot and killed by Phoenix. So far, there are already five. Most of the power I brought from China has been lost. These generals are my supporters. When they go, the royal power has been lost heavily. My royal master team has suffered heavy losses. If Edrick and others take the opportunity to attack, I may not be able to withstand it."

"Brother Northrend." Originally, he was traveling all night and didn't have time to rest all the way, Lasvia brought good news, and was determined to tell her everything, but he didn't want to come here, things had reached this point. Lasvia is not a fool. How could she not know the seriousness of the matter? The smile on her face had long disappeared. "Brother." She almost threw herself into Northrend's arms with crying voice. If it weren't for this brother, with her beauty, how could her bloodline be dragged down until now? I'm afraid she would have married one of the group of annoying ghosts.

This generation of people in the direct royal bloodline of Northrend was not strong, and only one Northrend was extremely outstanding, and he inherited the angel bloodline of both parents. This was so outstanding that he had already reached the fifth level at this age, while his younger brothers and sisters were different. Lasvia inherited the bloodline of his mother and his father's bloodline was sleeping. Needless to mention the other two younger brothers, one is a capable person, and the other simply failed to awaken his strength.

If Northrend is driven down from the royal heir, there will be no other heirs in the royal family who can take action. Will the other major branches let go of the long-awaited opportunity? This is almost impossible. Northrend gently patted Lasvia on the shoulder: "Although there is no room for recovery, I will definitely find a way out for you before falling down."

"Is it really an irreversible moment?" Lasvia came from Northendwe, took out a handkerchief from her arms and wiped her tears, and looked at Northend with hope. "I can't make it back." Northend replied: "Unless I can really break through the fifth level and step into the sixth level legend, so that I can reach the legendary realm with the long sword in my hand, but how is this possible? The sixth level power, if it is at a low level, it is quite simple to use secret techniques to repair and dig the broken ischemia, but I am at the fifth level, and the bloodline that needs to be supplemented if I want to step into the sixth level is too huge."

"And even if it can be saved, I feel guilty. If I heard the warnings of Winster and President Stewart, how could such a thing happen? Everything is my fault. If a person does something wrong, he must take responsibility." Northrend changed the topic and suddenly smiled at Lasvia: "Lasvia, what do you think of Lord Winster?" As soon as Northrend asked about this, Lasvia remembered that Northrend had said he wanted to find a way out for her. At this time, she didn't understand the reason for Northrend's question. She suddenly lowered her head and a little flushed on her face. "Brother..."

Northrend knew what Lasvia looked like: "I can't hide what happened tonight for long, but those who come to take over my position will find it difficult to come over for a while. For a while, I am still the future king of Westerma. I can still deal with the cooperation with Winster Leader. I will find a way to deal with your affairs. According to my royal practice, such a huge interest is involved. Behind it, the cooperation between Westerma and Heradim must be guaranteed and maintained. This means of guarantee and maintenance is usually marriage."

"Winster is good in both age and character, and in the legendary field, marriage with him is not only a commercial interest, but also a close relationship with Steve. I saw that President Steve had to ask him about many things. Heradim will definitely focus on him in the future, and at that time, he will also add a strong foreign aid to my Westma royal family. All I can do is this. Lasvia, if you are willing, you will nod, and I will make proper arrangements for you and pave the way for you. If you are unwilling, I will not force you."

Lasvia nodded with a red face. She had little contact with Li Zhi, but Li Zhi gave her a very good impression and impression. She admired her very much, whether it was appearance, strength, power, or character. Especially when Li Zhi presided over the marriage ceremony that day, the concept implemented in her words made her even more moved. At that time, she had a vague expectation in her heart. If what Northrend said could be achieved, she would be very willing. Marrying a person she liked was much better than marrying the annoying ghosts who were enemies of her brother in the royal branch.

Seeing that Lasvia agreed, Northrend finally had a smile on his face: "Actually, my brother is planning for himself. If Lasvia and Winster can get together, then for this matter and the future cooperation between Heradim and the Kingdom, my brother will at least not have to go to the clan to get on."

At this time, Lasvia suddenly raised her head and asked Northrend: "Brother, will he let you go if I marry that annoying guy? He kept telling me that he would be willing to do anything for me."
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