In the palace hall, swaying magic lights sprinkled on the smooth ground, reflecting a touch of bloody red color.

Modrian was quite interested in the cooperation proposed by Herbert.

The rise of Valoran's leadership was too short. Although their strength was barely enough, they obviously had many shortcomings in terms of information.

Especially the secret news about the continent of Kaladimos and the gods, Valoran's leadership was almost blank, and even some of the information obtained now was obtained by relying on the intelligence resource exchange.

Perhaps Valoran led this collaboration to know something interesting through the Mokawi family.

For example, this time the prophecy of the Lord of Destiny was unexpected but rich.

"Siglid?"

Following Modrian's gaze, Herbert looked at Siglid on the side of the white jade seat. There was a trace of blood that belonged to the Mokawi family in the turbid blood.

Recalling the family intelligence information before this trip, Herbert knew that the descendants of the blood clan in front of him were chess pieces that the Mokawi family had once exiled to the Stoke Kingdom, but now they can stand openly in front of him, the ancestor of the blood clan.

Very interesting change of fate.

"The Mokawi family is looking forward to working with Valoran." Herbert put his hands on both sides, lowered his head gently, and expressed his ancient aristocratic etiquette to Modrian.

No one noticed that just as Herbert lowered his head, a strange smile flashed across his handsome face.

It is a very good idea to arrange descendants of the Mokawi family to serve as messengers.

In the following time, as the two sides reached a certain consensus, the atmosphere in the palace hall became more and more relaxed.

Modrian and Herbert began a friendly conversation, mostly about the main material plane and the customs of the bottomless abyss, as well as some channel information exchange.

As for Ma Jieli's death, the two kept silent, and it seemed that the legendary fall had never happened.

While the two were talking, Herbert's aristocratic etiquette beat Modrian in all aspects.

If Blood Wings Herbert is a natural nobleman, then Modrian is just a toddler who has just entered the aristocratic class.

Noble etiquette?

Modrian showed an attitude of not caring at all, at least in his opinion, these red tape were useless.

Only truly powerful strength will make others face themselves, rather than relying on so-called aristocratic etiquette.

......

The dull light penetrated through the dome and fell into the palace hall.

Herbert's figure turned into bloody wings and disappeared into the red sky.

Siglid and Chesterton felt the subtle changes in the atmosphere in the palace, looked at each other, and bowed and left the palace.

"How do you view the prophecy left by the God of Destiny?" Modrian sat upright in the white jade seat, leaned forward, and turned his eyes to Sviin on the left.

"There are also cooperation requirements put forward by the Mokawi family."

Hearing Modrian's inquiry, Svein pondered for a while, then glanced over Pansen and Garen, and said, "The water in this place is a bit deep in the disputes of the gods."

"Although we have killed the plague-loathing god Grelas and defeated the clone of the Lizardman god Samu Anya, I think it's better for Valoran to not participate for the time being."

"The Valoran leader should take control of the Kingdom of Stoke and digest all the benefits of the Kingdom."

"As for the cooperation proposed by the Mokawi family, we can make attempts." Svein narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression cold.

"Siglid is a smart person and she will make the most correct choice."

During the Lizardman War, Draven went to war with the army, and Siglid took over and temporarily took charge of the Noxus Prison for a period of time, and performed quite well.

This also indirectly shows that Siglide is loyal to Valoran.

"Galen, where are you?"

After listening to Svein's suggestion, Modrian looked at Garen on his right side and signaled him to give his opinions.

"I agree with Svein's suggestion." Garen said calmly, with his whole body restrained.

"The great plain of Shatar defeated the Lizardman Legion of Beshilik Kingdom and destroyed the projection of the God Kingdom, which can allow Valoran to develop for a period of time."

"This is also a good opportunity to control the Kingdom of Stoke and settle the Valoran Territory."

Garen paused and thought for a while, and said with a serious expression: "I think the prophecy of the God of Destiny can be ignored for the time being. Judging from the attitude of the Mokawi family, all signs of the prophecy have not yet begun."

Modrian nodded, Svein and Garen had the same suggestion, so the focus of Valoran's leadership in the future will be on the Kingdom of Stoke.

As if he remembered something, he looked at Panson and asked, "How strong is Herbert?"

"No, but that's all." Panson said without hesitation. He had already felt the guy's breath as early as when Herbert approached the palace hall.

Compared with the god clone of Samu Anya, the god of the Lizardman, he is slightly weaker, but he is much stronger than the other two Lizardman gods.

As for the specific strength, you need to fight to fully know.

Modrian, who leaned on the white jade seat, looked much more relaxed after getting the answer he wanted. Panson's strength was the best in Valoran's leader. Not to mention that he was better than him, but there were several people who could compare with him.

After dealing with the matter of the Mokavi family, Modrian did not stay in Chiyan City for too long. The ubiquitous repulsion of the Abyss of Original Sin made him uncomfortable. Coupled with the faint smell of blood in the air, he chose to return to the main material plane.

......

Kaladimos continent, the far north.

The biting cold wind brought large swaths of snowflakes, like a silver ocean that flooded the earth.

At the end of the vision, the towering mage towers were like bright lighthouses, scattering crystal light, setting off the drowsy sky.

Top of the tower.

The old mage who was sleeping with his eyes closed seemed to sense a slight magic wave. He gently opened his eyes, and the faint blue light illuminated the top of the tower.

"This fluctuation...is the stone slab of fate!"

The old mage looked solemn, looking up at the blue and white mage dome. The bright star catalog flashed with light or darkness, while the gray-brown stone slab of fate in the center of the catalog was appearing in a dark color.

The once changed trajectory is slowly returning to the established trajectory, and the illusory light slowly walks on the surface of the mottled stone slabs, leaving an unusually clear trace.

"Fate self-treatment?"

Staring at the changes of the stone slab of fate, the old mage whispered, even if the trajectory of fate returned to normal, the traces of change were as eye-catching as white jade flaws.

"Waloran!" The old mage recalled the protagonist in the last plague incident with a serious expression.
Chapter completed!