Chapter 1198 Praying to God

Unbeatable...

This is a monster.

It's not that Katerin hasn't trained with strong men. The Red Tsar has countless warriors under his command, but without exception, they are all trash...

Masno has ordered the archmage to release the energy of the earth veins, allowing Katerin to absorb and operate at will. The similar environment of Naggaroth and Kislev allows the ice witch to control the wind of magic like a fish in water.

Before Katerin grabbed the long sword to attack, Masno just stood there, quietly waiting to be bombarded by magic.

Although the ice witch is young, she has mastered quite a few spells, such as ice cones, ice crystals, curses, cold wind...

When she came into contact with Masno, not even a trace of snow fluttered.

A touch of disappointment flashed in Masno's eyes. Too... weak, the young Katerin wasted such an excellent talent, like a fool recklessly consuming energy to control the wind of magic.

The elf walked to the front of the ice witch, and the plain long sword broke through the seemingly extremely hard ice shield, and the blade was gently placed on Catherine's head.

"There are still many things to learn... but there is not much time. You can only stay in Nagaros for half a year. During this period, I will not care that you are a child.

To protect your kingdom, you need not only hard work, but also the cost of overdrawing the future."

Catherine lowered her hands helplessly. She did not see Masno take action, and the magic of the ice witch was completely crushed.

"Yes, Mr. Masno."

"What did you call me?" Masno frowned, signaling Maomei to be more careful when speaking.

Catherine was cautious and speculated: "Masno, teacher?"

Nodding with satisfaction, Masno waved his hand to let the servant take Catherine to rest first. He would spend some time preparing for the course today.

With a feeling of uneasiness and expectation, Catherine fell asleep after eating a hot meal in the warm bedroom.

Then, in the early morning of the next day, before it was bright, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

"Come in."

The maid hurriedly pushed open the wooden door, and then closed it tightly.

In order to show his respect for the foreign princess, Masno specially arranged a small palace near the altar of the Father of Dragons. Although it was not as luxurious and exquisite as the palace in Ossuan, it was safer.

The maid knelt by the window and bowed her head to the princess lying on the bed and said, "Your Highness, Lord Masno said that you must wake up at this time every day and go to the altar of the Father of Dragons to pray for half an hour."

"But I am a believer of Ersun!" Katerin couldn't believe it. Caledor had never considered letting humans pray to the Father of Dragons. Except for the territory of Caledor, there was almost no altar of the Father of Dragons in the world.

The princess didn't even understand the name of the Father of Dragons. During the few days in the Dragon Palace, she occasionally heard Phyllis praying, sometimes it was Karilanos, sometimes it was Dragunir, and it was easy to confuse it with the name of Prince Caledor.

The ice maid raised her head, her eyes full of sincerity: "This is his original words."

"Sukabulie." A swear word showed Katerin's dissatisfaction, but there was no way. If she followed the Phoenix King, then Imrick would not bother to care about your little tsar's faith. Besides, his identity was sensitive, and it was not easy to tamper with faith.

But calling Masno a teacher yesterday meant that Katerin had to follow the instructions.

Wearing a thick fur shawl, the young princess walked towards the altar of the Father of Dragons while the night was still there.

The area around the altar was very warm, so warm that you couldn't feel a trace of cold wind, like a hot summer.

This forced the princess to take off her shawl again, looking at the dozen dragons around her, and secretly swallowed her saliva.

There are many strange things about Caledor. For example, there is no dragon in the Dragon Palace, but when entering the country, you can always see several dragons flying together.

And near the altar of the Father of Dragons, these dragons that bowed their heads and crawled towards the central flashing place seemed to be praying in their hearts.

When Catherine walked into the palace, she saw Masno kneeling in front of the huge black dragon statue, praying devoutly to the gods.

She wanted to greet the teacher after Masno finished praying.

But Masno took a step ahead, kept kneeling and praying, and said: "Catherine... Come here, I want to tell you a story."

Encouraged by the maid, Catherine came to Masno with a little trepidation. She was not a believer of the Father of Dragons, so she did not kneel down to pray, but only nodded and bowed to show respect.

Masno raised his head and stared at the black dragon sculpture that was also staring at the visitor: "About two hundred and six years ago... I was still a dragon prince with mediocre talent.

Like other compatriots, every moment of my life, I was thinking about how to revive the honor of my ancestors, walking around Caledor, honing my martial arts... praying for the awakening of the dragon.

It was a difficult time. We were trapped in the Dragon Ridge Mountains. Wise Caledor had already shown signs of decline, but we were powerless. Prince Mikhail did his best to let us pick up the honor of the past and tried to rekindle the flame of the kingdom... but his flame dimmed first."

Mikhail... Imrik's father, the dragon prince assassinated by Julian Poisonblade.

Caterin lowered her head and listened to Masno's confession silently.

"Many times, I have doubted in my heart how Caledor's future will go... The dragons who are deeply narcoleptic, the Val volcano that no longer burns, and the slowly decreasing population, all of which are a death sentence for the Dragon Prince.

Until... His Majesty appeared, Davion, Bruni, and two respected gentlemen, I was the first to be appreciated by His Majesty.

His Majesty promised us to revive the glory of the Conqueror King era... We have been fighting for this goal for a long time, so long that until today, I just found that he has gained the glory of the dragon tamer.

And I... was also crowned with the title of Phoenix King Blade. Catherine, I know you want to revive Kislev, but this is not easy.

I can guide you to correctly grasp the powerful power in your blood, but I can't help you build a strong Kislev as an elf.

Pray to the gods... The father of dragons will enlighten your mind with wisdom, let go of your mind, and His Majesty will guide your future. "

This extremely strange connection made Catherine half-believe and half-doubt. She knelt silently, clasped her hands together, nodded and prayed to Kal Ilanos.

"If you can make Kislev strong, I am willing to offer my piety..."

"Little girl, I don't want your piety, otherwise that stupid bear will howl wildly..."

"Hmm? "Katelin was stunned, and seemed to hear a very strange roar. She didn't understand dragon language, but the sound went straight into her heart.

When she opened her eyes, the surrounding environment was no longer the ancient altar of the father of dragons, but a circular building that looked like an arena. (End of this chapter)