Chapter 557 Duke (Monthly ticket update)

There are 27 pictures, this chapter is 3,000 words, and will continue to be updated tomorrow, and there will be one chapter for every three tickets.

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The wind is still howling in my ears, cold and dry.

But the forest within perception is not that normal.

Many people quickly ran to the tree closest to him, and lowered their heads to touch it - there seemed to be something like a big plate at the root of this tree...

That sword!

Millions of trees were destroyed by that sword, and many trees being viewed at this moment grew again on the broken roots!

All the trees around are in the same state, with a similar scar at the root near the ground, and a new tree trunk that looks like a circle has grown on it.

He raised his head and sniffed the smell in the air, and then suddenly determined a direction.

The direction pointed by the light of the Klin Blade.

...........

St. Lance Empire, Winricton Province.

Today, under the turbulent situation of the empire, it seems to have become an independent area without any interference and generally runs silently at its own pace as before.

Like an exact clock.

Earl Gacharin hasn't come out of his mansion for a long time, and his unrememberable appearance also makes the Earl feel no presence in the entire territory.

The nobles of the lower classes carried out activities such as banquets and celebrations all day long, regardless of what the immediate boss would do.

Compared with Jeria, who was in the Abyss Continent who was covering the sky on his territory, it seemed that Earl Gacharin was really not motivated.

A figure appeared in Winrikton, who was still snowing in the summer. His figure seemed to be firm and slow in the vast snowflakes, as if he was walking extremely seriously at every step.

Belief.

This term always seems to appear in the Auditordes territory of the St. Reims Empire, where the beautiful bishops tell you that it is a very correct and important thing to believe in the God of Light, because it can bring you salvation and blessings.

But in Winricton, it seems that there is no connection between religion here.

However, today, it seems that this place has finally ushered in this place by most of the nobles of St. Lance as "the unreasonable charlatan is the servant of the god of the wind."

The attribution is a bit long, but it is enough to reflect the nobles' attitude towards the Church of Light. Especially after Emperor Chanak died suddenly, this emotion seemed to become more serious. After Flora settled and presided over Klimt, the remaining territory of the empire except Sibor and Klimt began to gradually neglect these voice-transmitting sermons who built churches.

However, all this has not been linked to Winrickton, but what should come will come eventually. When the old man in white robe came to the gate of Winrickton's Earl's Mansion, the guards didn't even know who the old man in front of him was.

His clothes were not ragged, but they were extremely simple. The snowy weather was not cold, but it was around zero degrees. However, the robe on the old man seemed to be just a thin single dress.

There is nothing else other than that.

A wooden crutch in his hand, and his silver-white hair did not look messy, but he did not have any meticulous seriousness. The old man stopped in front of the Earl's Mansion, stood quietly, and looked up inside.

Before the guards came forward to ask the unidentified old man, a waiter trotted out of the count's mansion—

"Are you pleased by the Count!"

The old man had no other expression, but just saluted silently, his face full of peace and calmness.

The direction of his salute was not the Earl's Mansion, but the sky, as if the god was looking down at him above the sky.

He still walked forward calmly. The wooden stick in the old man's hand was extremely heavy, and the dull sound of tapping on the ground was like the sound of a church bell buckled in his heart.

Earl Gacharin sat in the armchair like a lonely king overlooking his territory. Unlike his previous aura, Earl Gacharin now seems to be no longer like a serious robot, and still has an intriguing face, but it seems to be a little clear. When he raised his head to look at the old man entering the room in front of him, his eyes flashed slightly.

"Earl of Gacharin."

The old man's voice is vicissitudes and full of magneticity, and it sounds like a convincing power.

Not only because of why, Earl Gacharin stared at him straight at the old man's greetings and said nothing for a long time.

"Still maintaining?"

The old man smiled faintly and didn't care, but the identities of the two seemed to be at the same level.

"As long as you don't interfere with me, you can do anything in my territory."

Gacharin's hands and fingers were against each other, and his eyes were still staring straight at the old man. Among the nobles, this kind of mutual vision was actually quite impolite, but at the moment, the two people could not smell any gunpowder.

It seemed that both of them were a little absent-minded, more because they did not regard each other as their enemies.

"This sentence is not beautiful."

The old man shrugged his shoulders like a young man, and the wooden stick in his hand was tilted, "Don't you mind if I sit down?"

"random."

He smiled speechlessly. The old man who seemed to be over 80 years old did not have the helplessness of his elders towards his younger generations. Perhaps only he could know the emotions in it.

Even when sitting, the old man was a little different from ordinary people - he sat very straight and his waist was upright, but he did not give people the feeling of deliberately straightening his waist. Once this upright posture was put out, the old man's identity seemed to be about to emerge.

"The bravest man is not fearless of anything, but always has a hint of awe."

The old man slowly said this, and the scene suddenly became even more silent. After a few conversations that were inconsistent with the last words, Earl Gacharin seemed to have understood something, and his eyes moved away, slightly ecstatic.

“What I believe in…”

Earl Gacharin's voice was dull and low, "Then your ethereal god is different."

This was the first time that Earl Gacharin spoke in his own voice—a short sentence, but it contained endless vicissitudes and sadness.

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Many stopped, narrowed their eyes slightly, and looked at the valley in the distance.

Obviously, in this dark jungle, any firelight means something unusual - such as the current situation...

In the distance, there is a team of about twenty people, various races, various weapons, luggage on the back, tents, torches in their hands, and well-trained formations.

Many people believe they see a peer from another continent - mercenaries.

However, he was not in a hurry to show up. He walked alone in such a place without a torch. No one would think he was a normal person. Besides, many of them had no connection with them before, so he continued to walk his own path and didn't have to worry about the extra things.

But one of the reasons that can stop many things is that these guys are running at a rapid pace, forming an encircling formation.

In perception, the target they pursued also appeared in front of many people.

It is the kind of dark-skinned tauren, who is called the "Dukell" tribe in the Abyss.

This kind of race that I remembered was really good in physical condition because of the performance of being able to get many kicks in one-on-one field but not breaking a bone.

Their bodies are more than four meters high, have developed muscles and strong explosive ability. The most important thing is that their bodies seem to be of great mass - the muffled sound from the ground is like muffled thunder, and many of them can feel the slight vibration even a few hundred meters away.

Six.

The black taurens were running forward desperately. Their running posture seemed to be a little bit like the Caucasian trolls like Gruel, but obviously the speed of these guys was not as fast as that of the Caucasian trolls. They looked slow, and they were soon caught up by the team of twenty people behind them. The six taurens seemed to understand what they were about to face, stopped, then turned their heads and roared, and rushed towards the enemy behind them without hesitation.

Moo—

It sounds like a group of mad bulls.

Many did not move at all, but he suddenly turned his head and looked in the other direction, and then his figure disappeared from the spot.

The sound of fighting and shouting in the distance came soon, and a huge metal impact sounded. Many soldiers who saw the team rushed forward tried to resist the brute force attacks of these taurens with their shields in their hands, but the black shield was smashed into a huge dent. Then the warriors were beaten to stand unsteadily by the storm attacks, and then the warriors fell backwards unsteadily by the storm-

More than ten arrows poured into these taurens instantly. The powerful long arrow seemed to be specifically designed to deal with these taurens. The arrows had barbs and serrated teeth, and were flashing with strange light.

The six tulle-headed men formed a huge battle formation in a heart-to-heart relationship. Because of their suffocating physical height and strength, the six people seemed to be vaguely competing with a team of more than twenty people in front of them.

However, this mercenary team was obviously experienced. Although several warriors were attacked and retreated repeatedly, they did not receive any fatal damage. The ranged attacking mercenaries were constantly attacking this with their bows and arrows, while several guys in black robes were actually condensing this element, and then suddenly waved the staff in their hands at the Tauren.

Several black magic balls suddenly hit the current taurens, who flew backwards like they were hit by a sledgehammer. It seemed that the power of the magic ball was really great, and the accompanying effect was extremely obvious. The body of the tauren who was hit was as if it was stuck in something and could not move at all. There was a layer of black stuff on his chest, and the effort to tear his arms were glued together for this.
Chapter completed!