I Became a Progenitor Vampire Chapter 175: I have a cub of the golden race…

"Viscount Bernard, I need the blood of the golden race, please help me"

Grotter knelt on one knee in front of Viscount Bernard. This northern warrior who dared to charge ten times a hundred times the enemy, was extremely humble at this time.

In the future of the Northland, this warrior, who would not bow his head even if his body was pierced by an epee, dropped his high head again and again.

Viscount Bernard glanced deeply at his head guard and shook his head.

"Grote, you should know what kind of existence the golden race is. If you have the ability to hunt extraordinary dragons, I can tell you about a fire dragon.

But now, you can’t even beat me...

I can't help you. "

Grott opened his mouth to say something, and finally let out a sigh.

An extraordinary dragon...

He does not lack the courage to face the dragon, but he does not have the strength to defeat the opponent.

Although he is not afraid of danger, he is not a mindless barbarian.

"I will use all the power of the Dark Covenant to search for the golden race for you, but now, our goal should be the twelve magic scrolls.

Grote, the artifact has unimaginable power, I don’t think it will not be able to solve the difficulties you are facing now"

Hearing this statement, Grote's face was a bit complicated, and finally he let out a sigh.

"Thank you for your help, Beidi will always remember it"

After speaking, he stood up and hammered his chest hard with his fist.

After coming out of Viscount Bernard's residence, Grote still had an unreasonable heaviness on his face.

Although the power of the artifact is unimaginable, he does not think that the twelve magic scrolls can restore the consumed life.

Currently, only the blood of the golden race can heal the Valkyrie of the North.

So he must get the blood of the golden race within three months.

This difficulty is not even simpler than hunting extraordinary existence.

Is there no hope for all this? ?

The royal family of the North, who only exchanged the one-horned rhinoceros, which symbolizes the glory of the North, is going to leave him like the glory of the North?

All those black eyes were blank.

This northern warrior, at this time, can't find his way to the future.

"Good day, Lord Grote," just then, a smiling voice came from his side.

Grott turned his head, looking at the visitor with some surprise in his eyes.

"Good day, Lord Amy"

He had very little intersection with Amy before. In fact, he should be the profession of Amy who disdained Amy from the Northland warrior before—Shadow Priest,

True bravery should be the daring to charge the dragon head-on, hiding in the shadows, that is a disgusting mouse.

But now, Amy, who has become the 15th High Priest of Shadows, has the qualifications to talk to him.

So at this moment, looking at the thick smile of the other party, I didn't understand his plan.

"Your Excellency Grote, maybe I have what you want"

Grott felt the scorching gaze in Amy's eyes frown.

"Your Excellency Amy, are you sure? What I need now is the blood of the golden race, can you get it?"

With a faint mocking tone, something that even Viscount Bernard doesn't have, can a mouse that was chased by the low-level bishop of the Knights Temple some time ago have it?

Unexpectedly, the shadow high priest was not angry. Instead, he took out a small finger-sized transparent crystal bottle from his pocket, with a few drops of blood flowing with the pale golden body in it.

Grott saw this scene suddenly widen his eyes, looking at the transparent crystal bottle in disbelief.

At this time, the energy of the pale golden body fluid in the bottle was full of vitality. He swears that this is the most vital blood he has ever seen, even more shocking than the blood of extraordinary life.

Even the holy water blessed by the goddess in the temple of the goddess of life is far inferior!

Grott had a shuddering title in his mind.

Golden race! !

Grote, who was already close to despair, was overwhelmed by a huge surprise.

Golden race! Unexpectedly, actually found the golden race!

This is a higher life like a dragon!

"Your Excellency Amy, please forgive my recklessness and ignorance. I swear to the God of War, I didn't mean it..." Grote's tone was mixed with anxiety and surprise. Mi apologizes.

This northern warrior has completely lost the arrogance he had just now.

"Dear Lord Grote, I am here to do business with you"

Amy's tone was a bit of a smile, and she didn't seem to be offended by Grote's rudeness.

After hearing this, Grote asked urgently.

"Your Excellency Amy, do you really have the blood of the golden race? I meant to trade with you"

"Mr. Grote, this is the blood I got from the golden race this morning,"

Amy reached out and passed the crystal bottle to Grote.

Feeling the breath of life that was so strong that it was about to erupt up close, Grote was filled with unbearable excitement.

"What price do I have to pay to get it?"

It naturally refers to the golden race.

Grote shook his head: "Sorry, Lord Grot, the gold race is not for sale"

Grott's face changed in vain, but Amy's second half of the sentence made him slightly relieved.

"This cub of the golden race was obtained by me accidentally at the orc border. I think no one knows the preciousness of the golden race better than you.

So I will not sell it at any price, but some blood is not a big problem"

Amy has a big smile on her face.

"I also hope to win the friendship of Your Excellency Grote, as for the price of blood.

I want the treasure of the North-Mythril Armor"

Grott's face changed slightly when he heard this. He didn't expect Amy, a spellcaster, to choose this treasure.

Although the mithril armor is not as precious as the one-horned horn of the Northland Rhinoceros, it is his most important life-saving inner armor.

The dense silver armor forged by the dwarf foundry master with precious materials such as mithril, fine gold, underground cold iron, lava heart, etc. is a well-deserved treasure. Grot had fought in the North for twenty years when he was young. , This Secret Silver Armor saved him at least thirty times.

If he loses this treasure, Grote can even feel that his strength will drop by two levels.

"Of course, if you don't want to, then forget it, I swear to the goddess of magic, I..."

Grott's eyes showed a little bit of reluctance, but he nodded resolutely.

"No, Lord Amy, I meant it"

The bloodline of the royal family of the Northland cannot be cut off. The future of the Northland needs a king.

He has already paid the honor of the Northland—the Northland Rhinoceros unicornis, and he doesn't care about paying another precious silver armor for the Northland.

Although this may be his most reluctant treasure.

When Amy took over the ten-pound hollow silver armor with a unique bright silver light, a thick smile appeared on her face.

"Your Excellency Grote, you should send your subordinates to bring the honorable Northland royal family out of the city with me."

"Out of town?"

Grott frowned.

"Of course, you don't think I will keep the cubs of the golden race in Green City?" Amy had a strange expression on his face.

"I don't mind if you bring some more subordinates. In fact, after completing this transaction, I will leave Green City to take an adventure in an ancient ruin.

Maybe the next time I come back, it will be ten or twenty years later. By then I think I will try to break through the extraordinary." Amy’s eyes have a bit of uncontrollable enthusiasm.

Grott felt a little disdainful when he saw this scene. These **** spellcasters always wanted to take a shortcut to become extraordinary by getting the lost magic from the ancient ruins.

Amy didn’t seem to see Grot’s undisguised expression of disgust, and continued, “If it wasn’t that the ruins were too dangerous, I needed a armor that could withstand powerful attacks. I wouldn’t expose it. The existence of the golden race.

I don’t think I need to explain their importance. "

Amy's tone is a bit unwilling, it seems that he has suffered a lot from this transaction.

Grott relaxed a little when he heard this~IndoMTL.com~ Most of the original vigilance disappeared.

"No, I believe my 20-year old friend, Lord Amy, I only need to bring a team of Northland warriors"

Amy waved her hand indifferently, "No, I think you can bring more teams"

The vigilance in Grot's eyes was gone, and he nodded with a smile.

"As you wish"

In fact, whether Amy agrees or disagrees with him, he will bring a few more teams with him. This question is just a test.

And Amy's answer also made him let go of the money, this one didn't have too much malice towards him, otherwise he should find a way to reduce his helpers.

Amy looked at Grote's kind eyes and cheered loudly in her heart.

The goddess of the night is above, and the wisdom under the crown of the ancestor is enough to make the sun pale!