Valkyrie Storm

Chapter 757 The Saint Is Not Dead
The atmosphere in the City Lord's Mansion was very depressing. Under the care of several doctors, Andri barely opened his eyes, and described what happened in the snowy field in detail.

The incident happened suddenly, the incident was sensitive, and the news attracted attention. It quickly spread throughout the courtyards of the city mansion, alarming many elders.

"Destroying all guards and monsters with a wave of his hand, I am afraid it is a warrior."

"Why does he want to guard Shicun? Isn't he afraid of being burned?"

"Could it be an outsider who doesn't know about Shicun's past?"

"Although Shicun has been vulnerable to decline and has been gradually forgotten by the royal family, after all, his identity is very sensitive, and this matter needs to be handled properly."

"Shicun is a 'bear trap'. Whoever steps on it will be hurt."

Several counselors and elders from the City Lord's Mansion gathered together, discussing the Stone Village that was almost forgotten by them.

Thinking back to the rebellion back then, although it was so violent that it almost shattered the Arbitration Kingdom, the scope of its involvement was extremely wide, and countless clans were massacred.

But after all, more than 3000 years have passed, and almost all the people who really experienced the events of that year have passed away. Even the elderly people present here basically saw it from the history books.

But no matter how the current stone village is not completed, after all, it bears the sensitive word 'rebellion' and is charged with an unforgivable crime.

"Old Master, what do you mean to do with this matter?" After discussing to no avail, the eyes of all the old men fell on the white-haired old man above them, waiting for his instructions.

The old man looked like he was dying, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was old and out of shape, but between the opening and closing of the lowered eyelids, there were still a few flashes of light, with a majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.

He is the first-generation city lord of Agung City. He has lived for more than [-] years. He has personally experienced the rebellion that year. Afterwards, he was ordered to rebuild the ancient city of Agung, overlooking the vast snow-capped mountains.

It's just that after the old master gave up his position, he retreated and cultivated. He has been silent for many years, and basically never showed his face outside. He never expected to be there in person today. The strange thing is... He has come, but he has been silent.

The old master raised his eyes and said hoarsely, "Bring Andri up here."

Soon, Andrei, who was covered in bandages all over his body, was carried up. When he saw the old master present, he immediately rolled to the ground nervously, crying, "Old master... you must give me justice."

"You mentioned a word." The old master didn't pay much attention to his disgusting look, and his voice was hoarse and calm: "When the mysterious man walked out with a child in the village, his forehead No birthmarks?"

"Yeah, that's right, I saw it with my own eyes." Andri nodded repeatedly.

"Do you really see it? This matter is of great importance. If you lie, I will clean up the door myself." The old master's plain words made Andri's whole body tremble, and made all the old people look sideways, secretly feeling weird.

"This...I..." Andri's forehead was sweating, he thought hard for a while, and nodded again: "It's true, the child's pupils are white, but there is no birthmark on his forehead. When I left, I saw the child in the village People kneel down in gratitude."

The old master slowly closed his eyes and sighed faintly: "What should come will come after all."

"My lord, what are you worried about? Stone Village has fallen so vulnerable to a single blow, and a King Wu can wipe it all out. How much more waves can it cause?"

The old master shook his head slowly, as if talking to himself: "The royal family didn't kill all the 'Contract Clan' back then, it was because of the priest's advice."

"Admonition from the priest?" Everyone became more and more surprised. Today was the first time that the old master told the secret of the year.In their memory and understanding, the most direct confrontation in the rebellion that year was the Contracted Clan represented by the white eyes and the Sealed Clan to which the priest belonged. The one who hates the white-eyed contracted race most should be the priest, wishing to slaughter the entire race.

How could it be that the priest discouraged the royal family's massacre order?
An old man half-speculated and half-explained: "It is said that the white-eyed contract clan has existed for nearly ten thousand years, and has had more than one glory. They have left behind many bequeathed children, some of whom are no longer in the Arbitration Kingdom. , Impossible to kill cleanly."

The old master shook his head again: "The bloodline of the white pupils was born by accident. It was a brand-new bloodline back then. This characteristic, it may be born by accident once, and it may be born by accident for the second time.

In the words of the sacrificial priest, its birth has its numerology, and there are thousands of roads in the world, and it has its seat.

It can't be cut, it can't be killed, if it goes too far, a new generation of contracted bloodlines will be born by accident, which will continue the hatred of the year and turn into another round of disaster for the kingdom.

Long-term reincarnation, endless life, the seeds of hatred will never be extinguished. "

Everyone fell silent, slowly savoring the meaning of the old master's words, a few plain narrations, after careful savoring, they also had a special flavor.

"The priest left the white-eyed orthodox bloodline and exiled the border snow mountain forever. In fact, it was a trap. As long as the orthodox bloodline survives in the world, no matter whether it is the white-eyed tribe scattered everywhere or the newly born bloodline, they will fly to the flames." They tend to gather here. The meaning of the existence of our ancient city of Agung is to constantly hunt and kill all the remnants that come close.

It has been 3000 years, and there are countless white-eyed survivors who have come to seek refuge in secret, and they have all been hunted down by the secret forces of the city government. Until the past thousand years, almost no new survivors have appeared. "

Sacrifice is a good plan! !

Everyone secretly looked at each other, as expected of a priest, ginger is still old and spicy!
"However..." The old master stood up slowly, his wrinkled forehead was tightly wrinkled, and his bright eyes were still cast in the direction of the snow-capped mountains: "In the first battle, the saint of the contract clan...did not die..."

"What?!" In the quaint living room, all the old people and counselors stood up, their faces full of shock, or... a chill... The saint is not dead?
Everyone was stunned, and the scenes in their memory played back in their minds one after another.

According to historical records, the saint of the contract clan was named Li Bing. He was born in a collateral bloodline, with a low status, his parents died, and he was alone. He was weak and sick since childhood, and was almost abandoned by the clan. It has attracted the attention of all parties and has been cultivated by the family.

Because its bloodline is too terrifying, the number of monsters that can be controlled is at least...five!
In just 800 years, the power of the bloodline continued to skyrocket, controlling the three-headed demon masters one after another, as well as the semi-holy monsters left by the first patriarch of the contracted clan, and then... expending the power of the entire family, sacrificing countless outstanding clansmen, in Beihai Zhibin takes control of a dying demon saint—the dragon-eating loach!

After thousands of years of gestation and adaptation, Li Bing and Dragon-eating Loach rose strongly and stood at the top of the kingdom.

Li Bing is not a saint, he is only strong in mental power, but because of the existence of the dragon-eating loach and the contract relationship between them, he is the saint in everyone's heart!
He is also the second saint of the Arbitration Kingdom after Sacrifice, who has pushed the prestige of the Arbitration Kingdom to its peak.

The combination of the two saints, a sealed saint and a contracted saint, is enough for the Arbitration Kingdom to expand its territory and become a threat to the five ancient empires. However... Li Bing is gloomy and ambitious, and what he holds is not a clarion call for foreign wars, It was the banner of internal rebellion, which in turn sparked 30 years of turmoil in the Kingdom of Arbitration.

The horror of the dragon-eating loach and the cruelty of Li Bing once became a nightmare for the kingdom and even the surrounding kingdoms, and even the surrounding countries who were eyeing it dared not intervene in this rebellion.

But... After 3000 years, the old master actually said... The saint is not dead?
"Li Bing died, but he didn't die. His spiritual power was too terrifying, and he left behind a hidden blood seed with a blood oath. The one who sacrificed and sealed in the end was Li Bing's body, and the demon sage eating dragon loach!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all saw an unusual light in the old master's eyes.

"Why does the royal family keep paying attention to Xueyuan Stone Village, and why hasn't the ridiculous inspector post been canceled after 3000 years." The old master's expression flashed a little dignified, and his brows frowned even tighter: "The priest once predicted that Li Bing did not die, and when the blood of Stone Village was sealed The day it is broken is the day when he returns with his body."

Everyone is aware of the seriousness of the problem, and the old master will not be aimless. Since he said so, the problem must be extraordinary.

"What's the child's name?" The old master looked at Andri.

"Li... um... Li..." Andri thought for a long time, but he didn't think of it, or he didn't know it at all.Every time he enters the village, he searches for it, regardless of the child and his name.

"Drag him down and deal with it." The old master sentenced Andri to death in a flat sentence, and turned his eyes to the distant mountains: "Mobilize fifty thousand fierce birds and cavalry, led by two Wuzun-level generals, to fully capture the snow mountain contract The survivors, regardless of life or death, bring them all back, especially the child."

(End of this chapter)