Chapter 552

In the palace hall, the flickering magic lights scattered on the smooth ground, reflecting a touch of scarlet color.

Modrian was interested in Herbert's cooperation.

The rise time of Valoran leaders is too short. Although their strength is barely enough, they obviously have many deficiencies in terms of news.

In particular, the secret information about kaladimos and the gods is almost blank. Even some information obtained now depends on the exchange of intelligence resources.

Perhaps Valoran's cooperation can know something interesting through the mocavi family.

For example, the prophecy of the Lord of fate has yielded unexpected but rich harvest.

"Sigrid?"

Following modrian's eyes, Herbert looked at Sigrid on the side of the white jade seat. There was a trace of blood belonging to the mocavi family in the turbid blood.

Recalling the family intelligence information before his trip, Herbert knew that the descendants of the blood family in front of him were the pawns of the mokawi family once exiled in the stoke Kingdom, but now he can stand in front of his blood ancestor.

Interesting fate change.

"The mocavi family looks forward to cooperating with the Valoran collar." Herbert put his hands on both sides, gently lowered his head and extended the ancient aristocratic etiquette to modrian.

No one noticed that when Herbert lowered his head, a strange smile flashed across his handsome face.

It is a "good" idea to arrange for descendants of the mokawi family to serve as envoys.

In the following time, as both sides reached a certain consensus, the atmosphere in the palace hall became more and more relaxed.

Modrian and Herbert began to have friendly talks, mostly about the main material plane and the customs of the bottomless abyss, as well as some channels for information exchange.

The death of majerry, the two people kept silent, it seems that there has never been a legendary fall.

In the process of their conversation, Herbert showed the noble etiquette and hanged modrian in an all-round way.

If bloody wing Herbert is a born aristocrat, modrian is just a toddler who has just entered the aristocracy.

Aristocratic etiquette?

Modrian showed a completely indifferent attitude. At least in his opinion, these red tape were useless.

Only really strong strength will let others face themselves, not rely on the so-called aristocratic etiquette.

......

The dim light passed through the dome and fell into the palace hall.

Herbert's figure turned into a bloody wing and disappeared into the red sky.

Sigrid and Chesterton felt the subtle changes in the atmosphere in the palace, looked at each other, bowed and left the palace.

"What do you think of the prophecy left by the God of fate?" modrian sat on the white jade seat, leaned forward and turned his eyes to svein on the left.

"There are also requests for cooperation from the mokawi family."

Hearing modrian's inquiry, Swein first pondered for a moment, then glanced at panson and Galen and said aloud, "the dispute between the gods, the water in this is a little deep."

"Although we have killed the plague hating God greeras and defeated the separation of the lizard God Samuel Anya, I think it's better for the Valoran leader not to participate for the time being."

"At present, Valoran should control the stoke kingdom with his palm and digest all the Kingdom benefits."

"As for the cooperation proposed by the mokawi family, we can make tentative preparations." svein narrowed his eyes slightly and looked cold.

"Sigrid is a smart person. She will make the right choice."

During the lizard war, dreven went out with the army, Sigrid took over, temporarily took charge of the Knox prison for a period of time, and performed fairly well.

This also shows that Sigrid is loyal to the Valoran collar.

"Galen, what about you?"

After listening to Swein's advice, modrian looked at Galen on the right hand side and signaled that he would also make comments.

"I agree with Swein's suggestion," Galen said calmly, with all his strength and introversion.

"The defeat of the lizard legion of the behlik Kingdom on the shattar great plain and the destruction of the divine kingdom can make Valoran lead develop at ease for a period of time."

"This is also a good opportunity to control the stoke Kingdom and settle the Valoran collar."

Galen paused and thought for a while, then said solemnly, "I think the prophecy of the God of destiny can be ignored for the time being. From the attitude of the mokawi family, the signs of prophecy have not yet begun."

Modrian nodded. Svein and Galen had the same suggestions, so the focus of Valoran's leadership will be on stoke kingdom in the future.

As if remembering something, he looked at person and asked, "what's Herbert's strength?"

"Yes, but that's all," panson said without hesitation. He had felt the smell of Herbert as soon as he was near the palace hall.

Compared with the God of lizard man, Samuel Anya's God is slightly weaker, but it is much stronger than the other two lizard man gods.

As for the specific strength, we need to fight to fully know.

Modrian, leaning back on the white jade seat, looked much more relaxed when he got the answer he wanted. Pan Sen's strength was the best in Valoran's collar, not to mention better than him, but there were several who could be compared with him.

After dealing with the affairs of the mokawi family, modrian did not stay in ChiYan city. The ubiquitous sense of exclusion in the abyss of original sin made him uncomfortable. Coupled with the faint smell of blood in the air, he chose to return to the main material plane.

......

Caladimos, the far north.

The icy cold wind rolled large snowflakes, like a silver ocean drowning the earth.

At the end of the field of vision, the high mage towers are like bright lighthouses, scattering glittering and translucent light against the dim sky.

The top of the tower.

The old mage who closed his eyes and slept deeply felt a slight magic wave, gently opened his eyes, and the dark blue light lit up the top of the tower.

"This fluctuation... Is the slate of fate!"

The old mage looked dignified and looked up at the blue and white mage dome. The bright star atlas flickered bright or dark, while the gray brown fate slate in the center of the atlas was showing a touch of gray color.

The once changed fate track is slowly returning to the established track, and the illusory light slowly walks on the mottled slate surface, leaving an unusually clear trace.

"Self repair of fate?"

Staring at the change of the fate slate, the old mage whispered. Even if the fate trajectory returned to normal, the traces of the change were like white jade flaws.

"Valoran collar!" the old mage recalled the protagonist in the last plague event, with a dignified look.