Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 343 The Temple has been decided

North, Saint-Sittin.

By this time in April, spring had already stayed in McCalla for a month, but even the river water in this bitter cold land in the north had not completely thawed.

Not to mention the ancient city-state of Saint-Xitine, which is as far north as my grandma’s house.

The large floating city of Negrethe floats quietly in the center of the city, as if it were a day for thousands of years.

Directly below it are the Saint-Sitine Theater and the True Shadow Temple.

The former uses dark red as the main color, supplemented by gray and beige.

The latter is just the opposite, using white as the main color and using black to outline the cold outline.

These two magnificent buildings represent the old aristocracy of the Northland and the actual people in power today.

Maybe it's for compromise, maybe it's out of sympathy, or maybe it's just a show of magnanimity.

This is also the treatment only given to people from the temple. The threshold is five levels. If the level is too low, it will not be displayed at all.

There were low snickers all around, and Andre glanced provocatively at him from time to time.

These shadow flames are not decorations such as ambient lights, but symbols related to the players' hearts.

The temple's attitude towards the old nobility has always been to cut flesh with a blunt knife, three pounds today and five pounds tomorrow.

After hundreds of years of cutting, the intricate behemoth of yesteryear was finally cut into three or two kittens today.

Today's "duel" was bloodier than before, because the participants were actually two high-level warlocks.

Generally, when things reach this stage, the contradictions must be irreconcilable.

Because the person on the stage was his father Feodor.

The audience in the audience are basically aristocrats, and ordinary people cannot afford the ticket price.

"Hahahahaha..."

In the incident in Yati Town, when Negrethe's people captured the abnormal gathering of shadow energy, Fyodor also noticed that someone was making small moves behind his back.

In other words, it is heading towards madness.

Of course, these are all for laymen.

They all wore black robes trimmed with silver, standing on the left and right on the stage, surrounded by blazing black flames like an upside-down waterfall.

Others can tell at a glance.

Moreover, while he was defending McCalla, he was being defeated by his opponent.

There was a civil war in the Shadow Temple on the stage, and they were naturally watching the excitement.

...

In short, every time the temple has any important decisions that need to be discussed, it will be placed at the Saint-Sitine Theater.

"I really don't know what Feodor is thinking about defending a country that has nothing to do with him for no reason... He can't be the lover of some attendant back then, right?"

At this time, a high-pitched voice sounded:

On the contrary, if the opponent catches the flaw, is persuaded, and is shaken, then the shadow will become weaker or even extinguished.

What the two sides competed with was not only their will, but also their control over the Shadow Flame.

So to a certain extent, once Brother Wei stands on this quarrel stage, he will be the king of quarrels in the Northeast.

This refers to Sang scolding Huai, there is no doubt about it.

Then there must be someone who will bear the consequences of breaking up.

It is connected to faith and is part of the Shadow's Will.

As for the proportion... about 28%.

In response, these fools were initially arrogant.

Everyone is sarcastic and sarcastic - anyway, it has nothing to do with them who wins or loses.

That was the ninth level of Shadow Flame, and with the bonus of Northeastern dialect, I was afraid that Ms. Death Raider would have to come to win the fight against him.

Then he used the strange beast Nuramu he got from his son to follow the clues and found the five families involved in the incident.

This is a warlock civil war, how could it be possible that the master of fire control is missing?

They said: "The Northland cannot live without nobles, and that temple will not attack us."

Andre wasn't angry at all, he didn't even bother to pay attention to these guys who were looking for trouble.

They've gone crazy.

Only Andre's eyes were serious.

The two sides involved in the discussion were not so much debating as they were engaging in a duel without the intervention of a referee.

As the incident in Yati Town subsided, five more surnames disappeared from the old aristocracy.

Because there is an audience, even if you lose, you won't really die, but you will still be very social.

The more a person persists and the more he thinks he is right, the stronger the flame will be around him.

Later, I gradually panicked.

"How is it possible? Are they going to start a war!?"

Then he forced himself to remain calm.

"It's just a concession of some benefits, in exchange for a family inheritance!"

Eventually, all that remained was hysteria. "Destroy this world! It doesn't matter if it's void or holy light, as long as it's not a shadow!"

Now they are like a pile of cow dung. They want to humiliate others like crazy and then have a fight. It is best to fight. The more chaotic the better, the crazier the better. Only in this way can they temporarily suppress their inner feelings. of emptiness and restlessness.

Andre would not lose his temper with such people. It would be a waste of his life to even look at them.

He was, after all, "the last Archduke."

He had foreseen this day when he got the title.

He watched with his own eyes as his "allies" went from arguing about "Why should I be honored by the Temple?" to "Why shouldn't I be the Grand Duke?"

This group of people is hopeless.

What really concerned him was why was there such a ridiculous "duel"?
Others don't know the inside story, but he knows everything.

Everything starts with Siara’s return.

First, her safe return from Vilitas was a feat in itself.

This was the first time they had the opportunity to come into contact with first-hand information from that remote island since the void disaster struck and the magic network was paralyzed.

Not to mention that this young attendant lived up to expectations and brought back some pretty explosive information.

Including but not limited to the fact that Velitas has a mole in the underworld, and that they are about to cooperate with the dwarves and elves.

It stands to reason that after the Yati Town incident, the Temple intended to use McCalla as a buffer to deal with the upcoming surplus of labor and to transform and develop a new floating city.

Then after hearing her information, he will only continue to advance this plan.

However, after listening to what she reported, and after hearing that the Void Disaster caused Velitas to lose control of the place, the senior leaders of the temple unexpectedly changed their minds completely.

They want to get McCalla once and for all.

The reason is also very simple:
Since the place is so important and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, why should we seek cooperation instead of "annexation"?

Why don't we take control of it ourselves?
Velitas can do this kind of thing, the Golden People can do it, the Zanluo people can do it, and the elves can do it too.

We Nice people can’t do that! ?
Let alone Siara, I am afraid that even the players would not have thought that the Yankees, who have always been known for being traditional and conservative to the point of rigidity, would actually make a 180-degree turn and become so out of control...

They are like bachelors who have been abstinent for many years. They used to blush at even one look at the big white legs, but now when they see the ewes on the roadside, they are thinking about whether they can get on with them.

With a burst of piercing cheers, Andre came back to his senses.

He looked towards the stage.

The flames around Feodor had extinguished, and he sat on the ground under the pressure of the other party, enjoying the ridicule and abuse of the audience.

"Coward! Kill him!"

"Burn him to death! Let your flames engulf this old thing!"

"It's too fast. Is this worth our ticket price?"

"Money back!"

Anyway, this "duel" is over.

...

"Fyodor, I don't understand why you want to speak for those country people."

Kuja said loudly, suppressing the noise in the audience.

He took a step forward, and the shadow flames behind him pressed forward together.

They left the grooves around the stage and spread to the stage, condensing behind him into a huge beast with an ever-changing shape, also approaching the opponent step by step.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, their bloodshot eyes widened, and their lips trembled with excitement——

Is someone going to die?
Are you really coming?

Andre's face was solemn. He had retracted his hand into his sleeve and tightened his grip on the wand.

...

Feodor watched Kuja approaching step by step. His eyes shot out from under his silver-grey eyebrows. There was no panic, only sadness.

"Kuja, I am not speaking for those country people. I have always stood for our country and people."

"That's what everyone says."

Kuja said disdainfully, and then stretched out his hand to the old man in front of him.

The flames behind him suddenly dissipated, like a magic trick.

Seeing his father being dragged up by the other party and patting the ashes on his body as if nothing had happened, Andre breathed a sigh of relief.

Scared me……

Instead, a burst of incompetent and angry complaints sounded in his ears, complaining that this matter failed to create more fun.

Fun?

Andre sighed inwardly.

It's really fun.

What they didn't know was that before this incident began, the heroes who had overcome the disaster and returned to the Northland had been placed under house arrest.

And now, he was going to tell the other party the unfortunate news.

Andre felt like a noisy crow.

(End of this chapter)