Soul of Burning Steel

Just when the investigation team in another world was in deep fear, a small banquet was being held in a corner of the city in the imperial capital.

Because it is surrounded by three rocky mountains, the imperial capital is also known as the city of three mountains. The three mountains with countless spells are stronger defenses than any city walls. Besides, at the top of these three mountains , and each has a magic fortress armed to the teeth as the last line of defense. These fortresses are equipped with Yangyan magic cannons that can kill giant dragons with one blow, and their power can even completely vaporize rivers and turn hills Make flat ground.

In the east of the imperial capital, outside the magnificently decorated and crystal-decorated Earl of Moros' mansion, there are five carriages with different appearances being led to the courtyard stable by the groom, and the owners who sat on them before have already entered. In the mansion.

The decoration of the hall is extremely luxurious. Although the scale of this private banquet is small, both the surrounding layout and the clothes of the service staff are very formal. Not only that, there are many attendants in formal dresses and elegant manners at the banquet site. They are responsible for guiding those The real big shots serve them, in addition to being responsible for the safety of the big shots, it can be regarded as another type of personal guard.

"I heard that you are currently investigating the dragon slayer in the Northland."

In the corridor leading to the banquet hall, an old man dressed in fine clothes and with two huge emerald rings on his hands walked slowly, while casually saying to a middle-aged man beside him: "Moros, I Are you right? You have been very enthusiastic about the news about that Earl of Cold Iron recently."

"Yes, that's right."

His heart trembled, but his expression remained unchanged. The owner of this place, a middle-aged nobleman named Moros shrugged, pretending to be relaxed and said to the old man in front of him: "After all, he has become so famous recently, everyone would want to know more about it. I must not be the only one investigating him, Marquis Steiner, don’t tell me you haven’t.”

"Hahaha, such a well-known figure, who can resist curiosity? And if that's the case, that's good."

The old man named Steiner laughed and started to walk again, and then he said with some meaning: "But you may not know that this dragon slayer is very close to Nostradamus, and that The magic academy opened by the old man is located in Moldavia, His Excellency the Duke means to take a wait-and-see attitude...Of course, it’s okay if you mean to do some business.”

The old man chuckled, but there was no smile on his face: "After all, I also want to buy some white dragon materials. You know, real dragon bones are hard to come by recently. I want to make a suit of armor for my grandson." , maybe I need your help to introduce it.”

"...You overestimate me. I have nothing to do with the Radcliffe family. If you want to buy a keel, you can contact him yourself."

"Oh, is it so?"

The old man didn't seem to believe what Moros said, and he said softly: "But the Duke doesn't think so... Moros, your recent actions are too obvious, and it's hard for people to ignore them. Are you sure it's nothing?" relation?"

If you don't die, you know how to use the duke to suppress me. If I say it's okay, don't you believe me? !

He cursed secretly in his heart, but Moros was not stupid. He knew that the imperial aristocrats headed by the two dukes had doubts about him now, and Earl Steiner was the one who took advantage of this time. Small private parties, men sent to beat him.

After all, his reputation is not good. He is a well-known merchant nobleman in the empire. He will do business as long as there is business, regardless of whether the other party is from his own camp or not. Some people even suspect that he has relations with foreign forces or even creatures of other races. Close connection, but no one has caught evidence for so many years, but anyway, in the eyes of everyone, including the forces on the same side, he really has nothing to do with good reputation.

But this time, all those who doubted Moros guessed wrong - he observed Joshua only because of a guilty conscience.

After all, the two devil blood dragons that assassinated Joshua started from him.

Even if all the clues and information about him were erased, and the dragon slayer in the Northland didn't seem too suspicious, Moros still felt a little uneasy, which made him unable to help but keep searching. Regarding the information about Joshua, it seemed that this was the only way to reassure him, but in the end it was misunderstood.

"Steiner, Your Excellency the Duke... what do you mean? The relationship between the two of us is not enough for you to hide this."

Arriving in front of the banquet hall, I could already hear other nobles greeting each other and taking photos of greetings. Earl Moros stopped, bent slightly, and said to the old man in a low and serious voice: "There is no need to beat around the bush, I will You won't be intimidated by your plans."

Could it be that this group of people really wanted to do something to that guy from the North, wouldn't they really be so idle? That is a high-ranking gold man. Does the Duke really think that he is His Majesty the Emperor?

"There's no plan, you're worrying too much, as for Joshua..."

Asked by his acquaintance, Steiner also had to express some sincerity. His eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said lightly: "His limelight is too strong, and as a former aristocratic faction, he is now falling so quickly. The royal family—no matter what, you have to pay a little price. The Duke once helped his father when he was in trouble, although he may not know it, but anyway, this is a betrayal."

"We're just taking back what we've paid for."

He spoke so righteously, but the result is not the same. These old nobles are really too decadent.

Moros shook his head slightly, his face remained unchanged, but a trace of disdain flashed in his heart: Moreover, when it comes to revenge, you are still one step too late.

This great nobleman known for his extensive relationships couldn't help but recall not long ago, the last time he had contact with those huge monsters with long horns and wings, the other party was hiding their calm, lava-like anger.

A dragon nest, two powerful alien dragons, and those flying monsters would not be willing to suffer such a big loss.

——Far south, an unnamed island, under a deep cave.

"Have you got his blood?"

"got it."

In the dark, chaotic and dark rock hall, deep voices are constantly echoing.

The side of this hall is more than a hundred meters long, and it is square. It is surrounded by all kinds of weird and twisted decorations and statues. The floor tiles are also carved with ugly reliefs and profane runes. Eight huge stone pillars support this hall. There are also lines on the vault that seem to be drawn by dried blood. They use the stone pillars as the base point to form a huge magic circle.

And at the core of this magic circle, that is, in the center of this hall, there is an obsidian altar suspended in mid-air, and two huge figures are standing beside this altar, chatting with each other in a strange language in a low voice.

"This is the armor he used in the army. It was soaked with the blood of him and those orcs. It took a lot of effort to get this set of armor."

Said in a thick voice.

"Could it be the wrong target?"

A deep voice said.

"These orcs must still be alive. Although we hate that guy, we must admit his strength...Okay, let's start the ceremony."

"Ha ha."

And the deep voice said with a smile: "This is a curse that uses the power of the true god. No one in the world can resist it."

And the deep voice was full of disdain and anger: "I want those dragon slayers to know that killing our kind will cost us our lives and everything else."

Accompanied by their words, a set of dilapidated armor covered with black blood scabs suddenly appeared in the center of the obsidian altar. Countless tentacles made of dark mist protruded from the altar, and then climbed on the armor , with the trembling of the tentacles, black and red veins appeared in the altar, the turbid red light flourished, and the blood magic circle on the vault also pulsated with the magic power, exhaling the breath of chaos like a living thing .

And in the far north.

A tall warrior with black hair and red eyes was walking on the road to the imperial capital with his own weapon.

Back home... I ate a bowl of noodles from my hometown, it was delicious.

The first thing I do when I get off the plane is code words, I finished writing while half asleep and half awake... Why don’t you vote for recommendation and monthly tickets for me~