This Lich Needs More Money

Amber was shocked by his own speculation.

Don't make such a change now. He just made a good situation and was waiting to count the money until his bones grew. If the Lord of Dawn had another fight with the Dragon Gods, everything would be completely messed up and completely out of control.

Amber couldn't even choose a side to bet on now. He and the Lord of Dawn were naturally hostile in nature. As for the Dragon Gods... Don't look at what he just did overseas. If the Dragon Gods didn't kill him, it would be considered a strict rule of Io.

Withered Rose was also shocked by Amber's speculation. If the Lord of Dawn could really take action, would it be possible to destroy Ryan?

Both of them were worried, but Amber Xiu reacted faster and comforted the Withered Rose, saying, "I think I might have thought too much. Once the bet is over, something big will happen. Now the situation doesn't look that serious."

The Withered Rose was not so optimistic and said nervously, "But this is a matter of time. Even if the Dragon Tyrant has not won yet, it is not far from victory."

Amber Xiu said in a deep voice, "You are right. In this case, let me take this opportunity to confirm it myself. To what extent has the Dragon Tyrant been resurrected."

The Withered Rose remembered Amber Xiu's understanding of the soul and asked, "Can you see it through the magic mirror?"

"No, so I have to talk to him face to face."

After all, the magic mirror only transmits images. Amber Xiu's perception can only distinguish color differences, not the fluctuations of the soul.

If they can meet face to face, Amber Xiu is confident that he can sense the abnormality of the other party's soul.

"Too dangerous! If the dragon really revives, you may not be able to return to the phylactery to be reborn."

The power of time is so strong that the dragon tyrant must have been able to really kill the lich, otherwise even the undead would not be within the enslavement of the dragon clan.

No one knows how powerful the dragon is now, and it is easy for Amber to be in danger if he does this.

"Don't worry, I won't die now. Not to mention my own ability, I will tell everyone before this meeting, including those gods."

Of course, Amber will not be stupid enough to meet Emperor Ryan alone. Who knows if Ryan has the means to break through the protection of the phylactery.

Not only does he have to bring a bunch of people to make a big fuss, but he also has to notify all the gods.

The God of Alchemy will definitely protect him. Talos is reluctant to let Amber die now, and the two lords of hell are waiting for Amber's advance payment to do business with the bank, and they are also reluctant to let him die.

With so many gods watching, no matter how powerful you are, the dragon tyrant, you have to weigh the consequences.

If you owe someone tens of thousands of dollars, you can be hacked to death at any time; if you owe the country millions, you will be arrested and put in jail; if you owe the gods countless fun and hundreds of millions of soul coins, they will protect you from death.

This is human nature, whether it is mortal or god.

Withered Rose said firmly: "Then I will go with you."

"Ah? Ms. Rose, I can only guarantee my own safety, but I may not be able to protect you."

Amber Xiu was worried that Withered Rose would not be able to control her emotions at that time. When the undead went crazy, there was no reason at all.

"You can take risks for me, can I still let you go alone? At worst, call Shang Cang Gu and Gareth, and the Mourning Poetry Society will gather again, and I am not afraid of the Ryan people taking action."

Withered Rose was extremely determined. This time, she would not let Amber Xiu go alone no matter what.

Amber Xiu had no choice. Withered Rose was not an ordinary girl, but the queen of the undead who controlled a kingdom. No one could stop her from doing what she had decided.

"In that case, let's just have some fun. I'll try to invite everyone together. Ryan won't dare to mess around unless he wants to start a world war."

"Everyone?" Withered Rose asked, "Do you mean the elves?"

"Not only the elves, but also the druids, dwarves, and the Kingdom of Raging Tide, as well as representatives of overseas dragons and underwater races. Since you want to find out Ryan's true strength, then use a heavy hammer to knock, otherwise it won't make any sound at all."

If only the undead meet Ryan, there is a high chance that they will overturn the table if they disagree. Regardless of winning or losing, there will definitely be damage.

Even if the Mourning Poets Society hits Ryan hard, it is estimated that several people will have to be sacrificed.

Amberxiu is reluctant to part with any of his friends in the Mourning Poets Society, even if it is Heki Stone, Amberxiu wants to continue to exploit him to work for him.

If you want to avoid overturning the table, the easiest way is to make the table bigger. When the table is heavy enough, even Talos can't overturn it.

Withered Rose said doubtfully: "What reason do you have to gather these people? The name of Emperor Ryan is not enough."

Now Ryan has offended too many people, and Amberxiu must find a reason that everyone can accept, so that other kingdoms may send envoys.

"I haven't thought of it yet, but it's not a big problem. We can delay time."

"How to delay? Are the Ryan people eager to get your weapons? The war will not be delayed for too long."

"It's very simple, just make the orcs weaker, I will find a reason to take back the airships on the orcs' side. Without the eyes in the sky, the orcs dare not cross the Emerald River to attack, and they are not at the time of a decisive battle now."

This is the power of the world's strongest arms dealer, which can influence the direction of the war at any time. However, the orcs will definitely be very dissatisfied. Amberxiu needs to think about how to compensate, at least to make the orcs look good, and can't completely offend customers by relying on monopoly.

"Oh, it's a headache, I have to go back and think about the specific operations. Miss Rose, please help to gather the Mourning Poetry Society."

If you don't care, you will make things worse, and there will be more things to do.

Amber was in a dilemma, and Ryan was not much better.

When Anger Watson reported the lich's request to meet the emperor, the little emperor felt a headache.

Oh, now he can't be called the little emperor. He is Ryan's last true emperor-Atros.

But this name cannot be known to others for the time being.

Atros leaned on the throne, his long hair covering his right eye that turned into a dragon eye, making him look no different.

The urgent secret letter in his hand made Atros frown. He didn't expect that the lich would meet him.

To be honest, Atros didn't want to see him.

It's not that he was afraid that the lich would be crazy enough to assassinate him, the Emperor Ryan, but that the lich was very evil.

How could a lich be friends with a paladin? Even when the various tribes united to rebel, the undead were also suspected. Only Arthur Ryan could truly trust the undead.

Ryan has been educating the people for 1,700 years, and Allen still made friends with the undead under this education.

It's not just Allen. Atros knows that there are many people in this kingdom who cooperate with this undead.

And if Ryan is not counted, this lich has more partners.

Arthur Ryan united all races with fraternity and justice. Today, this lich unites all races with interests. The means are different but the effect is the same.

Atros dare not underestimate this lich at all and treat him as Arthur Ryan.

It's too easy to go wrong when meeting such a person. If the other party finds out his identity, it will be troublesome. Atros can't be an enemy of the whole world now.

But is it okay not to meet?

If he gives up the deal, Ryan will lose the opportunity to upgrade his weapons and equipment.

The weapons created by this lich are epoch-making products. Without these weapons, it's like humans fighting dragons with bare hands. Without the blessing of gods, they can't win.

If the dragons faced such weapons back then, they would probably lose faster.

Although Atros came from the dragon, he is not a real dragon tyrant. Death is equal to all beings. The dragon is dead, and Atros can only be considered half a descendant and successor.

Born in this era, you have to adapt to this era.

The dragon race has declined, and the power of the time dragon is not invincible. He must obtain these weapons.

Whether it is imitation or purchase, he must get them.

"Is it really only possible to meet this lich? How can I not alert him? Do I have to pretend to be a fool?"

Everyone knows the little emperor's previous performance, maybe pretending to be stupid can be perfunctory.

"If it's just communicating through the magic mirror, it shouldn't be a big problem. Let me think about the idiot's usual performance..."

Just recalling the past, Atros suddenly frowned, and a sharp pain came, making him unable to help but crush the handle of the throne.

"Liar! Give me back my body!"

"Kill you, cut into pieces!"

...

The shrill wail sounded in Atros' soul, making him even more uncomfortable.

These are the remnants of the little emperor. Even though his soul has been assimilated and fused by Atros, only some soul fragments remain. But these fragments are like glass shards, which are the most difficult to smooth out.

Atros must endure the pain of his soul being mixed with glass shards before he can think. And every time he thinks of something related to the little emperor, this pain will intensify.

All Atros can do is fast forward time every time he feels severe pain to shorten the pain he endures.

At this time, he frowned and thought hard to see if there is any way to deal with this lich.

"I heard that this lich is extremely greedy for money. Can we just buy him with money?"

Ryan's treasury is still full now. It is very easy to take out money. Can he become his tool by taking out tens of millions of gold coins?

While thinking about this question, a servant suddenly came in tremblingly and reported to Artros: "Your Majesty, Alan Watson is here again."

Artros frowned even more and asked: "What does he want to do now?"

"Reporting to your majesty, it's the same request as before. Alan Watson wants to go to the battlefield and fight against the orcs with his brother."

This is not the first time that Alan Watson has applied to go to the front line, but Artros has never allowed it.

Alan's identity is too special, completely different from Ange Watson. If Alan continues to make meritorious deeds on the battlefield, this will overshadow the emperor.

Alan knows his brother's temper. If he runs to the battlefield without permission, let alone participate in the battle, Ange Watson will kill Alan directly.

No one can break the rules in the army, not even his own brother.

So Alan can only apply repeatedly.

Artros smiled and ordered: "Tell Alan that I have another important task for him, which is no less important than going to the battlefield. For Ryan, he must do it well!"