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Chapter 171: Logos will keep his promise to the letter (4k)

"Go to hell!"

Arkan's fist cut through the air, causing a sharp roar. The air around the fist was like a raging ocean wave, heading straight towards Logos' face.

The duel began as soon as they stepped onto the ring. Arkan's sudden attack was not considered a foul, but Rogers still felt that the man in front of him was too rude. After all, they had just been having a friendly exchange, so why did he suddenly raise his fist.

boom--

In an instant, like a thunderous explosion, the strong impact continued to reverberate, making people seem to be able to see the ripples of vibration spreading in the air.

But Alkan's fist seemed to be frozen, unable to move in even when it was only a finger away from Logos's face. The surging wind of the fist did not even lift a single silver hair of Logos.

"Silence."

When Logos saw that Alkan was about to open his mouth to shout, he whispered a curse, forcing the other party to fall silent.

The last time he was shocked by the other party's shouting, he was slightly distracted, so naturally he would not suffer at the same hurdle again.

He slowly raised his right hand, his fingers spread wide, and after facing Alkan, he clenched them suddenly.

So he just watched Alkan pumping his fists selflessly, watching the other person's sweat dripping down his forehead and seeping into his clothes, and then asked again.

Amidst the continuous banging sounds and Rogers' questions again and again, the tattoos on Alkan's skin gradually twisted and changed strangely, the color turned towards deep red, and his fists also seeped under the constant impact. Get some blood.

"Young patriarch, if I allow some Santan tribesmen to enter my territory, what price are you willing to pay for it?"

"Recognize the facts. With the gap between you and me, there is absolutely no need for me to deceive you. As long as you are willing to recognize me as your master, I will allow some of your tribe to come to my territory.

The Möbius strip carrying multiple punches wrapped around Alkan's body in an instant, and the power that was originally directed towards Logos was tilted towards Alkan in the blink of an eye.

Logos could feel that the blood contained vampire-like power, and they all seemed to have the desire to attack him. However, wrapped in the Möbius strip, they could only be pressed tightly against Alcan. body surface.

Amidst the constant muffled reverberation, the crisp sound of cracking bones also sounded rhythmically.

"Because I know that other fancy skills can be perfectly restrained by me, do you want to rely on other powers besides fists?" Rogers asked curiously.

Logos was not surprised by Alkan's non-response. After all, based on the current relationship between the two, his words were indeed suspected of disturbing the enemy's mind.

At this time, the blood overflowing from Alkan's wound was like an activated snake, constantly scurrying between Alkan's tattoos.

When Alkan raised his feet and stepped quickly to the ground, he uttered the curse again. After all his power was projected onto the ground, it did not tremble as he expected. Instead, his body was suddenly hit by the reaction force and almost lost his strength. He lost his balance and stumbled backwards.

"The purity is too low." Rogers shook his head slightly and commented with disappointment.

Just when Alkan's nails suddenly became sharp, with a dark light, and made a harsh friction sound on the Möbius strip, Rogers finally felt a little sense of crisis in his heart.

Arkan's expression paused when he heard this, but then his face became more ferocious, his eyes were red, and his fists kept waving, hitting the invisible barrier heavily.

"My question is sincere, not to disturb your mind." Rogers looked down at Arkan, who was lying straight on the ground, and sincerely tried to persuade him again.

"stable."

However, the slight pause in his expression, and the overwhelming desire he sensed through the [Special Contract Certification], already convinced him that this young clan leader would definitely be a good fire starter in the upcoming ceremony.

Each punch was accompanied by a ferocious roar, making a dull and powerful impact sound.

Rogers put his hands on the cane, and after breaking the silence of the other party, he asked Arkan in a kind tone.

With the blessing of [Enlightenment Special Code], Alkan's movements were extremely slow in his eyes, and Alkan's power could not even shake the invisible Möbius strip he had hurriedly formed.

"I can sense that the power in your heart has not been completely released. If you insist on risking your life and struggling, then I can only kill you in advance. Arkan, this is your last chance."

Logos slowly raised his cane, put the bottom end against Alkan's throat, stared at the other person's twisted appearance like a maggot, and activated the [Contract Special] to incite the other person's emotions with a calm expression, and at the same time started the countdown:

"three."

"two……"

Arkan's expression was ferocious and complicated, as if he was carrying countless thoughts and emotions. However, when the countdown was about to end, he finally gritted his teeth and roared: "I promise you! If you really keep your promise!"

"I never lie." Luo Gesi watched the blood flowing on the other person's body seep back into his skin. Hearing this answer, a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After he removed the cane from the opponent's throat, he also released the Möbius strip, and specially used magic power to slowly lift him up.

"It is easy to stir up disputes, but it is difficult to resolve them. During the battle with Young Patriarch Arkan, I gradually understood his intentions. From now on, he will become one of my most loyal friends..."

Luo Gesi turned to look at the many spectators in the audience, and excitedly announced words like a farce.

Many people present could easily hear the conversation between Logos and Arkan just now. They thought that after Logos successfully coaxed the young patriarch into willingly becoming a servant, they were unwilling to pursue the matter any further.

As for Arkan's power similar to that of dark creatures, under such circumstances, everyone had a tacit understanding and did not mention it rashly.

After all, although dark creatures are disliked by others, they are not like cults and disasters. They are ordered by the empire to get rid of them on sight, and there are no Pantheon priests who cannot tolerate sand, so everyone pretends to be the same. The appearance of not knowing.

"Tolerance is one of the noblest virtues. It makes our minds as broad as the ocean. You did a good job." Earl Breed walked onto the ring, reached out and patted Rogers on the shoulder, praising loudly.

But his eyes contained a strong sense of weirdness and exploration, as if he was wondering what his son wanted to do.

However, the old father did not say much in the end and chose to believe it completely. Several other lords also began to praise Logos's bravery and strength, praising him as worthy of being a top student of St. Helte who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Saint.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and time moves forward inexorably.

In the next two days, many eastern lords heard about Alkan's surrender to Logos, and even heard that Alkan was willing to lead a large number of strong men from the tribe to come and swear allegiance.

However, this is only half-truth and half-false news that Earl Breed deliberately released to build momentum for his son. The fact is that Logos promised the Alkan tribe to settle in his barony, but Alkan was worried about the safety of his tribe, so he planned to lead some of them first The strong ones went first, and after a strong camp was built, the women and children were slowly moved in.

"I can agree to whatever you ask for. My father and uncle have returned to the Braid Territory, and there will be no additional troops to guard you and your tribe. This is my reward for my loyalty to you."

Rogers stood in front of the villa and said with a smile to Alkan, who was holding the horse in front of him.

"I... thank you..." Arkan looked at Rogers with a complicated expression. His life these days was like falling into a dream, everything seemed so unreal.

So much effort, so much hard work, so many battles can be achieved by just having a good conversation with Luo Gesi. All of this is supported by his past, which is like a funny play.

"You're welcome, see you later." Luo Gesi chuckled and waved to Arkan, watching him get on his horse and leave with many other tribesmen.

"Aren't you curious about what's going on with his abnormal blood?" Elena stood beside Luo Gesi, looking at the disappearing cavalry, and asked with a frown.

"Since the person behind it dares to let Alkan use that power publicly, it has already explained a lot. If we follow this clue, it may not be a good thing." Rogers shrugged.

However, he has already collected a small amount of blood and stored it in the magic book. It will not be too late to explore it after the earthquake disaster is over. After all, things have priorities.

"Go back to the house. It's best to finalize the symbol that symbolizes me before the disaster breaks out. Although I'm well prepared, I still don't feel at ease with that restless succubus."

Luo Gesi admired the clouds on the horizon for a while, and then returned to the bedroom of the villa with Alina.

Three more days followed. On a cold winter moonlit night, the bright moonlight shone in the quiet canyon at the edge of the green valley, creating a beautiful picture.

The towering cliffs on both sides of the canyon look desolate and solemn under the moonlight, and the white snowflakes cover the cliffs and shine brightly.

The ice hanging between the rocks is crystal clear, like an ice sculpture art, exuding a faint chill.

The stream in the canyon was covered with ice and snow, making a faint gurgling sound, which was quickly overshadowed by the sound of horse hooves coming from far and near.

"Young patriarch, where is that old man Jinjamu?"

Following Alkan, a big man wearing a traditional riding cotton jacket of the Santan tribe asked loudly.

Beside and behind the two of them, there were hundreds of horses galloping together, and there were many tall horses carrying tents and living supplies in the middle of the team.

"The guy returned all the belongings I gave him, said he had found new opportunities through divination, and ran away to nowhere the day before yesterday.

"He didn't take away my money. He is already much more reliable than most Jingam people." Arkan sneered, then put the matter behind him, holding the reins tightly with one hand and pointing with the other. Ahead, with joy on his face, he said:

"Bohai, let me tell you, in two more meals, we will be able to walk out of the canyon and enter the green valley. You must look forward to it. Even at night, it will definitely take your breath away."

"I've heard many clan members boast about the grass there many times. Let me see if it's true this time." Bohai twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a big smile: "Young clan leader, with your achievements this time , the elders in the clan will definitely not be as mean to you as before, you are still our Santan’s future after all.”

Alkan rode his horse through the pure white snow. Hearing this, a bright smile spread across his face. He looked straight ahead firmly, as if he had already seen the promised land.

Suddenly, the rocks high above his head suddenly collapsed and collided together, making a dull sound, followed by a rumbling explosion caused by a huge tremor, as if the earth was scrambling to express its anger.

The gravel tumbled, and the harsh sound of the collision and friction of earth and rocks was heard endlessly, resounding throughout the valley. The heavy snow also began to fly everywhere, falling from high places like a wildly dancing white snow curtain.

The messy flying snow hit Arkan's face, causing his originally high blood to cool down in an instant.

"Young Patriarch! The earth elements here are in riot! There are powerful magicians instigating the elements!" Bohai tried his best to control the panicked horses under his crotches, and shouted at Arkan in the noise: "Ambush! Young Patriarch! It’s an ambush!!”

Arkan's body was stiff and motionless, his eyes suddenly froze, and his face showed an expression of disbelief, as if the sudden fact hit his heart and made him unable to breathe.

After a while, he seemed to have thought of something, and veins popped up on his forehead, and he shouted back as if he was looking for comfort: "The whole team rush forward! Don't worry about the horses carrying the cargo! Rush out of the canyon with all your strength! Baron Rogers promised me of!"

"What did he promise you?" A soft female voice quietly lingered in Alkan's ears, asking in a gentle tone.

"He said he would let me and my people reach the valley!" Arkan subconsciously shouted to his side.

But he quickly came to his senses the next moment, his muscles all over his body tensed, and his eyes vigilantly scanned the surroundings amid the dust and flying snow.

"Then did he say how you will go to the valley?"

Although she was nowhere to be seen, the female voice still lingered in Alkan's ears, making it difficult to tell the distance.

"Little Akan! Run! Go back quickly..."

Bohay, who was originally blocked by dust and snow, suddenly fell down beside Arkan's horse. He stretched out his hand towards Arkan and let out a roar. However, before he could finish speaking, an unknown existence dragged him back. Into the increasingly turbulent and solidified dust.

"With such a majestic desire, how hungry are you for that land? Luo Gesi specially arranged for you to come here because he took a fancy to your irreversible desire. Even if I force you to do it, you will try your best. Everything goes to the valley, right?"

The petite figure of the succubus Lilavina slowly emerged from behind Alkan. She muttered to herself with emotion, and then held the cursed essence of earth in her hands, and from Alkan's vest, Forced into his body.

"Go! Go and respond to Luo Gesi's promise, lead your desperate tribesmen, and start running towards the Green Valley!"

(End of this chapter)