Chapter 1121: Sadenberg

Sailing is always boring. Except for the occasional encounter with some inconspicuous pirates, which allows Dracnir to be a hero in front of his wife, the ship carrying the Prince of Caledor arrived in the desert of Southland smoothly. of……

Sudenberg.

"The coast of Arabi is in a melee again. I don't recommend that you enter easily. Short-lived humans will always fight with each other over some titles and doctrines." Tornio said, and the ship docked at the dock of Sardenburg.

Gladys, who was very curious about this, picked up her notebook and asked the old captain, "Can you tell me more about it?"

"The Sultan, and the Caliph... I'm sorry, madam, there are some things that will be punished by the gods if you say too much."

Gladys, who was puzzled by this, reluctantly put down her notebook. Sailors had strange taboos, and elves who were good at sailing were even more concerned about it.

As long as he is on board the ship, the prince will obediently obey what the helmsman says about what he can and cannot do.

"It's nothing more than a group of short-lived ghosts who want to inherit the honor of the so-called great ones. There is nothing to care about." Alohan spoke concisely and frowned as he looked at the extremely crude dock in front of him.

"Is this really a city?"

"The empire wants to use Sudenberg as a city to open up the trade route to Cathay... Facts show that the human empire is still not good at running colonies."

Draconir crossed his arms and nodded lightly. Sardenburg is a newly built "city" in the past twenty years. The forces mentioned are very complex. Marienburg merchants took the lead and led the influence-seeking Sigma and the Ulric Church to devote their energies together. .

Human beings are highly adaptable. From the chaotic wastelands of the north to the deserts of the south, hard-working humans can be seen.

But this cursed place is not a good living environment for any living creature. If the empire had not been able to import fresh water purification equipment from Caledo, it might not even have enough water.

The marble houses are crude and crude. In addition to providing a place to shelter from the wind and sand, their biggest function is to show that there are people living here.

Logically speaking, there is no shortage of trees here. Just walk a short distance to the east and you will find the shady ancient rainforest.

However, the local beasts did not seem to welcome human visits, and Lord Ku·Jia always followed Master Ma's orders after regaining the Southland. As a result, the Lizardman Empire did not contact the New World, but instead came into contact with the Old World. The world met.

As he was speaking, a gust of wind and sand drifted past, causing Dracnir to shake his head and raise his hand to cast a spell to shield his wife from the strong wind.

This move earned a smile from Gladys, but only the Twilight sisters were not satisfied.

Neralis poked Draconir in the back like a sharp arrow, and said in a very unkind tone: "If you had any sense of being a gentleman, you would know that you should help the other two ladies."

"Haha, you two eat more sand, so that you won't always have good words in your mouth."

"Damn it."

Alohan, who was blowing sand, squeezed in beside Gladys without any courtesy. Thinking about it from another angle, Dracnir was casting a wind protection spell on a location. As long as she entered, wouldn't he be providing her with help? .

Such an act of licking a dog aroused a burst of contempt from Neralis. She followed Dracnir, her expression getting worse and worse, "I hate sand, there is no life here... If you don't tell me what you are going to do, I will ask …”

"What are you asking for, to offer the Queen a farewell idea? Please, hurry up."

"No." Neralise, who stepped back and hugged Gladys, said coldly, "I will sleep with her tonight."

"Fuck." Draconir swore angrily, and then said in frustration, "A deal was made a long time ago. I came here on behalf of my father to see if this collaborator is fulfilling his promise."

"You mean?" Neralis naturally associates it with Settra, the eternal monarch of the Nehekhara Empire, the king of the desert... Only this skeleton can communicate with Imric on an equal footing. After all, they both It's the same arrogance.

"Not Settra, but another descendant of Khemri."

Neralis frowned, another descendant of Khemri? The only answer seems to be Nagash.

"I don't want to have anything to do with the Archmage of the Dead."

"It's not Nagash, it's Vlad von Carstein. He has another name - Vashanesh."

The Twilight sisters were so surprised that they even let go of their arms holding Gladys. Vlad von Carstein's name was extremely loud in the old world.

The count who started the first vampire war almost caused the empire's throne to change hands. If it hadn't been for the sacrifice of his life by the White Wolf Knight Grand Master, the empire would probably not believe in Sigma now, and would have switched to trusting Carstein.

As he was speaking, Draconir pointed at a mysterious man wrapped in a black robe on the dock, "He's here."

When he arrived at the dock, Vlad took off his hood, revealing a handsome and slightly melancholy face.

He first nodded to Drachnir in greeting, then turned his gaze to the delicate elf protected by the Twilight sisters, and smiled in a relaxed and humorous way.

"This must be the mistress of the Dragon Palace. You are lucky. I can see worry and admiration in her eyes."

"Vlad... I hope this is not a threat." Draconir warned slightly. He was very afraid of this vampire, not because of his strength, but because of his ability.

After the Carstein family left Sylvania, they quickly moved towards the dark land, resurrected a group of greenskins and ogres as slaves, and fought with Arkhan for Nagashzar in a melee.

The thousand-year-old foundation of Nagash's followers was mostly lost under Vlad's genius strategic command.

"You are different from your father. He can understand the importance of family and greet and respect Isabella's situation..." Vlad retracted his gaze. It seems that Prince Caledor's tolerance needs to be improved. Greeting a noble woman should not be the etiquette of a noble.

"Arohan, Naralis, protect Gladys. I may be away for a while."

"I know, go with peace of mind. Gladys will be left to me. Don't worry, I will make her happy for the rest of her life."

Neralis's ridicule made Gladys blush and whispered, "What are you talking about..."

"It's okay, life has its own source, and nature can accommodate everything."

Looking at Naralis who was already close to his wife's face, Draknir shook his head speechlessly and spread his hands to signal Vlad to talk in another place.

Vlad nodded, then walked out of the simple gathering place, commenting on the surrounding buildings from time to time.

"The environment here is extremely harsh. I find it hard to imagine how mortals can persevere... Long ago, Nehekhara was a picturesque landscape. Hardworking workers carved the faces of desert gods with knives out of reverence for the gods. The cool breeze brought by the yellow sand at night makes people nostalgic..." (End of this chapter)