Amy seemed to feel the idea of Reed to get the Valkyrie of the North, but in the end she could only shook her head helplessly.
Because the Necromancer Withered Bone offered a price he couldn't afford.
"I need a single horn of the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros of an extraordinary rank" Withered, the gloomy eyes looked at Grote with searing heat, and the greed in his eyes was beyond doubt.
The Northland Rhinoceros, the unique dragon blood life of the Northland Plateau, only lives in the Northland.
The horns of the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros in the extraordinary rank are no less precious than the blood of the giant dragon, because the one horn of the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros can forge legendary weapons.
Precious.
The Northland Dragon Rhinoceros lives on the top of the 8000-edged snow mountain in the Northland. It is as difficult to hunt this powerful dragon blood life in such a cold environment. It is as difficult as making a master apprentice breakthrough to become extraordinary.
Therefore, the unicorn of the Northland Rhinoceros has always been the target of the great nobles. Because of its scarcity, the Northland Rhinoceros has become a rare treasure.
But it's a coincidence that the one-horned horn of the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros in the extraordinary rank is unique to the Northern Warrior Grot.
"Lord Withered Bones, don't you consider other items? I still have a gift from my god..."
Before he finished speaking, Dry Bon shook his head, and under the gray cloak, the gloomy eyes became more and more permeating.
"No, I only need the horn of the Northland Rhinoceros. This item is one of the items that my little treasure needs to be promoted to extraordinary. Although there are many alternative items, the Northland Rhinoceros horn is better than the gift of the gods. Say more valuable"
Kugu didn't seem to know the essence of doing business, so he directly threw out his purpose.
The people on the scene instantly looked at Grote with playful eyes.
Everyone is not a fool, and instantly knew that the Necromancer withered Bone was Grote at the beginning.
The previous performance was just to increase the weight of his own chips.
Grot's face became extremely ugly.
The horn of the Northland Rhinoceros is the holy artifact of the Northlanders of Grote, and it is the glory bestowed on them after the first king of the Northland killed an extraordinary level of the Northland Rhinoceros.
Countless years have passed, and the Northlanders have changed from generation to generation. This Northland dragon's rhino horn carries more than just glory.
It is the sustenance of countless people's faith.
If possible, Grot would rather lose his life than exchange the Northland Dragon Rhinoceros Horn for this Necromancer.
This meant that the belief in the Northland that had been inherited for hundreds of thousands of years was broken in his hands.
He Grotte will become a sinner in the Northland.
But, not to change?
The northern land has been breached, and they may be the only royal family in the hands of this necromancer, the northern land that lost the last royal blood.
Is there still the qualification and ability to regain their homeland? ?
Withered Bone looked at Grote's painful expression in his eyes with a sense of incomparable enjoyment.
Struggle, be angry, ignorant Northlander,
It's wonderful, your pain makes my soul cheer.
Necromancer, this kind of life whose life is too long and the breath of death has corroded the soul and becomes extremely distorted, often gains pleasure by creating chaos and evil.
The reason why Bone chose Grote was that he once offered to exchange the horns of the Northland Rhinoceros, but Grote rejected it fiercely and unscrupulously humiliated him, although in the end, the two came after Viscount Bernard intervened. People did not fight.
But this keeps dry bones in mind.
He just wanted to see, what would Grote, who once rejected him, choose in front of something equally important to him?
The distorted pleasure came like a tide.
It made him crazy.
"Dear Lord Grote, why don't you speak? Your choice is the Northland Dragon Rhinoceros Horn, or your royal bloodline in the Northland-this admirable Northland Valkyrie??"
The room fell into a deathly silence, and everyone was watching Grote with interest.
Grote looked at the handsome Viscount Bernard with a painful face, and said in an extremely dry voice.
"Viscount Bernard, has the Northland Plateau really been broken by Norland Empire and the Glorious Empire? Is the royal family in the Northland really killed?"
Viscount Bernard looked at his head guard, his lips were squirming, as if he was talking to someone.
After a long silence, in Grote's desperate gaze, Viscount Bernard nodded.
"The Northland was occupied by Norland Empire. As for the royal family of the Northland, most of them were hunted and killed by the extraordinary people of the Glory Empire.
The intelligence seems to say that a legendary force has attacked the Northland, so I am not sure if there are other people who fled the Northland royal family."
Grot turned his head and looked at the Northland Valkyrie, who was lying on the ground unconscious, with scars on her body like the old bark of an ancient tree. This sturdy Northland warrior like an iron tower, his eyes flushed towards the other side. Kneel down.
Touching, one hand hit the floor hard, and the wooden floor across the thick carpet burst into a big circle at this moment.
The splashed debris flew around.
After the rage, the high head of the warrior of the Northland who could never admit defeat was like a slave after defeat, and fell deeply.
"His Royal Highness, maybe you will forgive my choice, everything, for the Northland."
Gu Gu's eyes flashed when he saw this scene, and his sharp voice mocked.
"So, your choice is the one-horned horn of the Northland Rhinoceros? Really a great Northland warrior. You successfully abandoned your king, quack~ it's a wonderful scene.
Grot stood up, his two-edged body was full of oppression, and his aura once again restored the strength and tenacity characteristic of northern warriors.
He stretched his hand across his neck and clicked~ the black rope made of unknown material hanging around his neck was torn off.
Grot stretched out his hand, and a sharp object like a tooth fell from his hand on the rope, and shook it a few times under the drag of the black rope.
Step by step towards the withered bones, the northern warrior’s eyes are as sharp as a falcon.
Bang, bang, bang~
The sound of black warrior boots stepping on the velvet carpet was quiet, but it seemed like thunder in the quiet room at this time.
"I'll change with you"
Withered Bone looked at the pendant in Grot's hand, and the blue eyes under the gray cloak were mocking and cold.
"Only a wild dog fang?"
"No, this is the one-horned horn of the Northland Rhinoceros!" Grote's tone was uncontrollable anger.
"The ancestors of the Northland used to beg the legendary space mage at that time for hundreds of thousands of years, and sealed this honorary relic that belonged to the warrior of the Northland. Since then, the huge Northland dragon rhino horn has become a pendant on the hero. "
"You only need to break the seal, and you can get a horned dragon rhinoceros with a transcendent level." Grot's eyes were filled with endless pain and torture. The holy relics handed down from the North were given to a necromancer by his own hands.
Such guilt and self-blame made him almost unable to face himself.
Withered bones gloomy eyes flashed, and he reached out to take the pendant.
After earnestly feeling for a moment, his tone was excited
"Sure enough, it is a seal left by the legendary mage, brave warrior of the North, you are not lying!
It’s so wonderful. Under the witness of Viscount Bernard, I agree to the transaction with Lord Grote.
After talking to the people watching the show, Withered Bone immediately returned to his seat with an impatient mood, and carefully studied the gray pendant the size of a thumb.
As for the Valkyrie of the North on the ground, it naturally belongs to Grote, who is mixed with a bit of fortune in pain.
Lost the glory of the Northland, but at least, the hope for the future of the Northland has been preserved, right?
Grote took a deep breath, and the North could not lose their king.
"Your Excellency Grot, I swear to the of the undead, I have reminded you of the only kindness I have left to find the blood of the golden race as soon as possible.
Your king has only three months to live."
Withered bones said it was a reminder, but the tone of gloating made everyone speechless for a while.
This necromancer! !
Grot turned his head and glanced at Dry Bones, and didn't say anything, but the coldness in his eyes let everyone know that the northern warrior took this matter to his heart.
Being hated by a 16th-level northern warrior, ordinary people are afraid that they will be restless long ago, but the dead bones as a necromancer don't care at all. On the contrary, they are very contented. It seems that this 16th warrior is just a 3rd-level little thief.
"His Royal Highness, let's go"
Grot bent over and picked up the Valkyrie who was covered with ancient scars~EbookFREE.me~ took a deep look at the dead bones and then turned and left.
And just as Dry Bones left, Reed, who had been silently watching a play off the court, suddenly had a heartbeat.
The brain was running crazily at this moment, and a high arc hung from the corner of the mouth behind the shadow after a while.
The original plan and plan were overturned by him just a moment ago, and an extremely bold idea emerged in his heart.
He stared scorchingly at the door that opened after Grot left.
Play a big one this time!
he wants,
Hunt down this 16th-level northern warrior,
at all costs.
The blood in my heart is stirring.
