Chapter 627 Vlad’s Compromise

"The undead need a leader. Nagash is obviously a fool. His resurrection is a disaster for the entire world. Settra's ambition is too ambitious and it is difficult for me to trust him. So you who followed Manfred here will become The best goal."

"Don't ask me why I have such a crush on a vampire. At least compared to other blood ancestors, you are as good as finding a steel plate in the rubble."

Vlad rubbed the blood ring between his fingers and emphasized,

"You know that's not an answer."

Imrik kept similar movements to him, also stroking the fire dragon crest ring on his palm.

"But the purpose is always the same. I need the undead to have a more rational leader who will stop doing stupid things, and you need the power of Nagash to resurrect my wife. During this period, at least the undead in the old world have no intention of interfering with other races. matter."

"As an elf, you behave very much like a human. You play tricks and have great determination at the same time. Only gamblers can forget the danger. This is also a common trait of empire lords." Vlad made a judgment. , a bet.

But the weight of the decision was not in Imrik's hands. He decided this bet entirely according to his own ideas.

"In a sense, your intuition is very keen." In response to Vlad's judgment with a pun, Imrik said another answer,

"As for the matter of the God of Death, it is not convenient for me to disclose this, and it has nothing to do with what I am currently doing. You have also witnessed the power of Nagash. It is by no means a level that can be achieved by just relying on the wind of magic, let alone in the big world. The vortex revives the tomb kings in a generation with thin mortal energy. Only gods can perform such miracles."

"As for whether I will mess with your soul? Well, this is a question worth thinking about, but I prefer ambition and ability to a person who is restricted everywhere. As long as you don't do anything stupid, I believe that between us Able to maintain a more harmonious friendship.”

"Another plot? Or a threat." Vlad remained calm and was testing Imrik's temper. He didn't know what was going on, but the elf he had just met seemed to be pinching himself to death.

If you let yourself gain freedom, then the first thing you must do is to choose to find a way to resurrect Isabella, instead of being like Manfred, who only thinks about the throne and power of the empire.

After resurrecting his wife, according to him, he who has gained the power of Nagash may be involved in an event with extremely wide impact.

He didn't want to guess what this matter was, but the obsession in his heart would never give up on Sylvania, and he might have fallen into the trap of the elves.

"No, it's just a small reminder that I think highly of you, Vlad von Carstein. Even if you become a vampire, you still retain a little bit of human appearance." Imrik stared at Vlad with interest. The huge blood ring on De's palm was not only a symbol of strength and authority in the earl's heart, but it was probably this ring he wore on the day of his wedding to Isabella.

"For love and family, instead of only thinking about power and power. That's about it. There is no need to see Manfred for the last time."

Vlad closed his eyes, as if he was sighing at the obvious weaknesses and weaknesses in his body, and also seemed to be sighing at his son's actions which were too cold.

"Bring him here. I personally gave him eternal life, and it is up to me to take it back."

"Of course, that's the father's right."

Imrik waved casually, and several figures appeared in the empty hall between the two.

Count Manfred personally experienced the bitter pill of manipulating the soul. When facing six dragon princes with hundreds of years of war experience, cunning strategies and insidious spells became meaningless.

He lay on the ground and covered the sword wound on his abdomen with his hands. This soul space was so real that even the temperature of the flames carried by his breath could burn away every hair.

His son's blood seeped into the ground and flowed around. Vlad opened his eyes, stood up from the chair, slowly walked towards Manfred, and placed his hand on the blood-drinking sword.

Vlad's voice of regret and lament echoed throughout the palace. The voice was not only a scolding of his son, but also a judgment of himself.

"My son, I was once proud of you. When you mastered the wind of death at an incredible speed, Isabella and I were happy for a long time, thinking that the thousand-year glorious career of the von Carstein family should be You complete it with Conrad..."

"That was a past worth remembering. I tried my best to fulfill my duties as a father, and tried my best to teach you and Conrad, and remember the nobility and elegance..."

"And you, one of you symbolizes conspiracy, and the other symbolizes brutality, you have never known that the power that Castan has is not obtained through these dirty characters. We deserve loyalty, and we don't need any reason."

Manfred was speechless because he had several lances stuck in his body. He could only watch his father pull out the sword with wide eyes.

At the last moment of his life, he finally realized how powerful his father was. He was a nightmare that could not be avoided in his life. Even if he tried his best to escape, he still had fear in his heart.

Withdrawing the blood-drinking sword and watching Manfred's head leave his body and fall to the ground, Vlad closed his eyes and said his final farewell words to his son,

"I once thought that you and Conrad were the continuation of my and Isabella's lives, the proof of our existence in this world after our unfortunate deaths, and the perfect compensation for our inability to have children. But this eternal life, For you, it may be too heavy a burden..."

Vlad's wonderful speech was warmly applauded by several dragon princes. What could be more dramatic than asking Manfred's father to kill him? This would relieve his anger more than killing him with his own hands.

Occestes, who was closest to Vlad, glanced at Manfred whose head was rolling on the ground, bowed to Imrik in the direction of the red crystal stone, and said in a serious tone,

"Your Highness, can you let Manfred live for once? We haven't tried it yet. Keeping his soul can also be used as a sandbag."

In order not to irritate Vlad, and because Manfred's soul had essentially dissipated, Imric waved his hand to signal the ancestors of Caledor's champion warriors to shut up. Although it is not yet known what their use is, Laomi and the others should be able to Come up with a good idea.

The specific role of the ancient dragon capital still needs to be explored. It would be a waste to simply use it as a signal receiving station before.

"Playing with the souls of dead people is not something I would do. Just die."

Okacestes didn't care about Vlad's embarrassed expression. Out of venting his anger, he gave Manfred a final kick when his soul emitted a blue light, and then he felt a little more comfortable.

Regarding this situation, Imrik didn't want to explain too much. Caledon can do whatever he likes. If Vlad feels shackles because of this kind of thing, he may need to change his mind.

"Leave here, Vlad, I will send someone to wait for you in Sylvania, and he will be responsible for related matters. You are a smart man, and you don't need too much reminder, but I still want to say one thing, Dragon Bone No ginseng is allowed in the wasteland!"

An obvious threat, but still appropriate.

Vlad signaled that he was ready. The next step was to deal with the mess left by Manfred. He only hoped that after two vampire wars, there would still be some familiar faces.