Black Scepter Chapter 48: Strength and rejection

>Minos’s arms were the first to contact Morpheus’s fists, and the indescribable power transmission made him suddenly change his face—then an invisible wave of waves hit the body straight along the arms of Morpheus!

The scene in front of him suddenly twisted sharply, his arms rebounded uncontrollably and hit his chest, bringing a violent shock to his internal organs-then Minos flew straight back...

"Boom!"

There is a muffled sound, but it is not that Minos’ body is in contact with the wall in the distance, but a foot that Morpheus keeps up in mid-air after stepping out!

As Minos crashed to the ground, the impact and strength of the explosion immediately added a human-like deep hole to the stone surface.

"Cough"

Two consecutive blows and heavy blows made Minos in a beggar suit almost become an aborigine. He climbed up from the cracked stone pit. He coughed a few times over his mouth, then raised his head, and the corner of his mouth was torn. Immediately rushed towards the Morpheus that had just landed-this time, he no longer fought in the barbarian fighting style just now, but raised his hand and condensed the elements to release a fifteen "frost blade", the surface of the body Suddenly condensed a dull black armor, and the sharp three frost blades attacked Morpheus together!

Morpheus can see at a glance that this guy's rank is at least high-rank Archmage-but this does not let him have too much fear, since playing, just hit it, Morpheus is not prepared to leave any affection.

He didn’t pull out his wand at all, but directly raised his palm. The elements condensed at an incredible speed. Just before the three ice blades were about to hit his body, an exaggerated fireball with a diameter larger than his body condensed and Boom out!

This hand completely frightened Minos, who is ready to attack-he can also be released with "Fire Burst", but usually this low-level spell requires him at least three seconds to release, and it is impossible With such a horrible fireball radius.

But when it was time and time soon, Minos, who was rushing on the face, did not think too much, even had no time to avoid, and watched the three ice blades annihilate when they hit the fireball, he only I can do my best to thicken the black armor of my body again

"Boom!"

This is the second blast in a short period of time under Count Cecilin’s castle, but its power is several times greater than the previous one-even the soldiers not far from the castle wall were blown over by the air waves The ground, the surrounding gravel and dust are even flying into the sky.

When Minos appeared again, it was awkward.

The inexplicable black armor was blown up in five or six places, incomplete, and the face that was not pure white was even blacker, and one of his arms was pulled, it seemed that he was seriously injured. When he was about to continue the battle, a slightly old word prevented his movements.

"What do you want to prove?"

Varian stood at the edge of the deep pit on the ground. The old man held a cane and stood in the shadow of the tower, looking at the indifferent Morpheus and his grandson. The voice was calm, but dignified.

Minos, who was originally in a fighting posture, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed, "Grandpa, you say he is better than me, I don't believe it."

Varian ignored him, and stepped out of the shadows and went directly to Morpheus: "His recklessness does not represent the maliciousness of the Consanas family. I apologize for the shock you received."

After meeting with Ashcandi, he never showed up, and even Varian who did not communicate with Morpheus appeared at the moment. The purpose is not just to apologize to his grandson. Morpheus knows the "Consanas" family. What kind of energy is represented behind him, he also knows that this family has made a deal with Ashcandi, at this moment it is his turn to negotiate with this family, to be honest, he has been mentally prepared.

"This is this?"

The Morpheus is not annoying. If you don’t know, the unclear one will lose, but it’s obvious that Minos’s strength does not pose any threat to him. The current Morpheus has reached the i-level peak. But according to the comprehensive strength, it has exceeded the i level. If you hold the scepter, you will completely pass the so-called "threshold" of the secular strongman, so after reaching this level, he does not care about the nervous "challenge" of a weak person.

But the other party belongs to the Consanas family, which requires him to pay attention to-a powerful family can bring things that many lords and even monarchs cannot do, such as the old man in front of him provides Ashcandi In view of the "creed" of Balice's intelligence resources, to be honest, the use of these things for Byzantine can raise the level of intelligence, and Morpheus, which needs to allow the night watchman to "stride" forward, is at a time when it needs outside help.

"Minos? Consanas, he is a proud young man in the Consanas family," Varian did not say much about his grandson, but continued: "One does not The 17-year-old i-class strongman is not uncommon among the strong mainland families, but because your surname is Windsor, this may mean a resource that needs to be drawn to me, I think I say this, you should Understand the meaning."

Unlike the humbleness when facing Ashkandi, Varian is now standing in front of the Morpheus as a strong family spokesperson. He seems to be equal, but in fact stands at a slightly higher position.

"Go over there, I want to hear the value of the Windsor family to Consanas now."

Morpheus doesn’t have any nonsense, it’s straightforward to the topic, but it’s still very nice to reach out to the military hall not far away. Brown’s cavalry regiment is conducting exercises outside the city. There is basically no one except the guards.

Varian came here following Morpheus, but after sitting down, he waved his hand first, let Minos stand outside, then turned his head and said: "The Kanzanas family is a fighting genius like Minos. It’s all, but it’s not the soldiers who are more productive, but the excellent politicians."

"For example—?"

“I’m not going to give you specific examples. If you have thoughts, check how many economic lifelines of the Fording Empire and the Byzantine Empire are in the hands of Consanas, and you will understand the words “excellent politicians” Meaning," Varian blinked slowly, his tone was flat, and he seemed a bit slow, "If there is a strong army that does not return to the lord in the Lampard territory, the Buttigian royal family will not sit by and ignore it. A good way, but in the end it will lead to a disaster, the only solution is to become stronger than the other party before the other party finds you in trouble."

"What do you need? Chips?"

Morpheus is not interested in sawing anything. He is not a politician and does not need that set of rules.

Varian seemed to understand the young man’s intentions, and he wanted to say something extra, which eventually turned into a sentence. ——"The creed of my men, some people are staring at your scepter."

After he finished, he smiled and shook his head to continue: "Or, there are countless people who stare at your scepter, but after being stared at by creed people, it means that you are in much greater trouble. "

"Shall I hand over the scepter?"

Morpheus's back leaned on the back of the chair and leaned back.

"Don’t get me wrong, I’m different from those people, the scepter...he--I haven’t gotten to the point of grabbing such a thing, but the only thing I need is that at some point, you can use it to help I'm going to deal with someone."

Silent.

Morpheus narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man for a long time, and finally asked softly: "My strength is not outstanding in your eyes, why choose me?"

"Everyone who tries to control the scepter is dead, but you can easily exert its powerful power," Varian pointed to Morpheus and said seriously: "This is not a matter of luck, it can take you to no one. The location that I can reach, in my opinion, is destined."

Morpheus can’t understand why the old man in front of him would be so sure that he will be stronger in the future, but after thinking about it, he finally said: "Even if the conditions you give are more abundant, if the so-called tasks are vaguely described, then I will not Promise."

"The current controller of the dark order." Varian was silent for a while, and finally said the answer.

He then pointed to the North Road. "As a "deposit", I will take out two thousand horses of the Heiden army in the Gilman Empire, with a horse trainer and stern, and five hundred blacksmiths with heraldic surnames. These are my'deposits', your promises will be honored, and I will add the same number of horses and blacksmiths."

Abundance.

Even if Morpheus doesn’t understand these military things anymore, he still understands what these resources Varian just said casually mean-Gilman’s Hayden horse is an excellent military horse with a perfect balance between continental front and endurance. Although the number is not sparse, only the Knights of the Gilman Empire are qualified to use it. It is never exported abroad and is regarded as one of the symbols of national strength. The "blacksmith with heraldic surname" is by no means a blacksmith in a small workshop. Comparable, given the surname, proving that the blacksmith’s level of forging satisfied the local lord and was placed on the warrior, and having the coat of arms meant that the blacksmith’s work was one or more excellent Used by powerful knights.

Hundreds of blacksmiths with heraldic surnames mean that the knights in the territory no longer have to worry about the problem of weapon armor, and the large number of excellent military horses lay a solid foundation for the establishment of excellent knights.

Four thousand horses, a thousand excellent blacksmiths, everything, but need Morpheus to kill the blood prince William Ke? Raymond?

"I am not a bounty hunter, nor will I be a mercenary who does money."

Morpheus shrugged. He wasn’t sure whether Varian in front of him knew Ashkandi’s ultimate purpose. Even if the temptation in front of him was full, he didn’t plan to agree.

"For the moment, I don't doubt it." Varian raised his hand slightly, and a black dagger appeared almost silently in his palm. "Some things will gradually decay with time." , Such as the large family behind me, such as the'creed' under my hands, this is a fact and there is no denying it."

"But there are things that are age-old, such as this dagger that has been around for thousands of years, or a leader with a dark scepter."

Varian’s gaze was placed on the dagger in his hand, and the non-reflective blade had no trace of rust. The layered lines left by the forging appeared faintly at the handle. It seemed that the only trace left by time was this-this It is the dagger of the founder of "Creed" and a symbol of supreme assassin.

"I will not easily agree because of a few bewilderments."

Morpheus finally gave this answer-it was not that he did not want those horses or blacksmiths, but that he began to understand whether the power in his hands should do this lowest level thing.

The atmosphere is deadlocked again.

"Learning to refuse is far harder than learning to accept. Windsor may have a chance to win the first serial family."

Varian nodded and stopped talking~IndoMTL.com~ didn't say half a word about the request he just made, and politely retreated.

Minos at the door suddenly said to Morpheus: "The next time I meet you, I won't lose!"

This sentence made Varian slap his head. Minos, who did not dare to resist, immediately lost his momentum and obediently followed behind Grandpa and walked away.

Morpheus looked at the backs of the two, sighed, looked at the hillside where the great knight Jeanna was buried outside the castle, and walked.

In the other direction, the conversation between the grandfather and grandson is still brief.

"Grandpa, is he a fool? You all said that you would give him so many things in advance, why not accept it first? It is a vested interest to regret it later."

"Vested interests are always vested interests. When you reach a certain level, you will find that some things are more important than the so-called benefits," Varian looked up at the high mountains in the distance. "The strong man profited by killing. It’s not difficult, even taking it for granted-but there are too few people who can refuse it, and often people like this can go further."