Warhammer Wizard

Emily bit her lip lightly and didn't speak, but she still held Ren's arm and didn't let go.

Varogan, Ashtan, and Dinglaji wanted to defend her, but it was related to the blood lineage of the Drogonburg family. What Weatherley said actually made some sense. They had also thought about this issue before, so they all fell into silence.

This made Weatherley even more confident. He raised his chin and stared at Ren angrily, as if Ren was his mortal enemy for killing his father.

Ren looked at the crowd and said indifferently: "The Dragonborn family will not change their surname to Augustus."

As soon as his words fell, Emily looked up suddenly: "Ren..."

"Lord Count!"

The three of Varogan also screamed in unison, thinking that Ren had changed his mind.

Only Weatherley was proud and deliberately said loudly: "Your Excellency Count, what a man says must be counted, please keep your distance from Emily in the future, lest she conceive and give birth to non-Dragonborn offspring, this is to Drogon Blasphemy of the Fort family."

"presumptuous!"

Emily was instantly furious, and raised her hand to cast a spell to teach Weatherly a lesson. Artans also drew his long sword and prepared to take action. He was completely on Emily's side.

However, Ren reached out to stop them.

"Ren?" Emily was anxious and angry, but also very puzzled.

"He is your cousin after all, so you can't hurt the peace." Ren sneered and asked, "Mr. Weatherly, your loyalty to the Drogonburg family is touching, but you don't seem to be a dragonborn. Or bastard, a 'bitch' to use Congatro's words?"

The word bastard, Wren said in Congatro.

This language is very similar to Orion, belonging to the same language family, and with the help of a translation dictionary, he learned it in just a few days.

Everyone present heard it clearly.

Weatherley's face was flushed, and he hated the most when others mentioned his origin. It was like an old scar, deeply engraved in his soul, and when he touched it, the blood of shame would flow out, stinging his heart.

"you wanna die!"

As a grumpy Storm Priest, Weatherly was instantly swept away by his anger and acted without hesitation.

In fact, he chose to question the relationship between Emilys and Renne face to face, and he had no brains at all.

But others have brains, and they respond quickly.

As soon as Weatherley's attack started, a shadow flew out of Dinglage's hand, obscuring his vision so that he could not see Ren; The back of his neck interrupted the casting; in the end, a huge eight-clawed spider summoned by Varogan spit out white spider silk, tying him tightly and hanging in mid-air unable to move.

Emily stood directly in front of Ren, using her body as a shield.

With one breath, Weatherley was under control.

Ren stood there, not even moving a finger, and looked at all this plainly, as if he was not the one who was attacked just now.

"Let go of me..." Weatherley cried frantically, struggling desperately in the thick cobwebs, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair flashed with electricity, his roots stood up, and he shouted angrily: "Varogan, and you two. I order you to let me go."

The three of Valogan were a little embarrassed.

They are all vassals of the Drogon Fort family, and it is indeed the following crime to do something to Weisely, but they can't watch Weisely attack Ren. If Weiseley hits Ren, even if he can't hurt a single hair, the restoration plan may be ruined and irreversible.

"Put him down." Ren said.

Varogan didn't hesitate, and immediately let the eight-clawed spider loosen its jaws. Weatherly, who was bound by the spider web like a zongzi, fell to the ground, but his limbs still couldn't break free, looking very embarrassed.

He can only move his head, staring at Ren hatefully, without saying a word.

"Mr. Weatherly," Ren said condescendingly, "you won't let me and Emily be close, and you can't have children, so who has this qualification? Are you?"

"certainly."

Weatherly responded proudly: "In this world, only Emily and I can give birth to a dragonborn. I know that you are very powerful and you are a student of the Holy Soul Wizard, so what? Descendants of you and Emilys. , must also be cursed by the blood and soul, unable to cultivate the family's meditation method, and unable to become a dragonborn."

"Without the Dragonborn, there would be no reason for the Drogon family to exist."

He said this with a look of pride and fearlessness on his face, "Only me can make the Drogon Castle family return to glory. If you have the ability, you can kill me, hahaha..."

Harsh laughter echoed in the room.

Ren looked at the others, frowned and asked, "Is what he said true?"

"It's true." Emily nodded bitterly and admitted after a long time, came over to her ear, and explained the reason to Ren in a low voice.

The birth of the Dragonborn family was an attempt by Bahamut, the **** of good dragons.

He bestowed blessings on the ancestors of Fort Drogon, transforming human souls into dragon souls, and seeing if the curse of blood souls could be lifted.

The end result is half the battle.

The transformed humans were unable to lift the curse, but the powerful dragon soul suppressed the effect and onset of the curse. There was no need to practice by fusing demon souls like other transcendents, and there was no need for a soul transformation ceremony.

The bloodsoul curse still exists, passed down from generation to generation in the souls of the Dragonborn.

If the dragonborn is combined with ordinary humans, half of the souls of the descendants born belong to humans, and the curse of blood and soul begins to prevail, and it starts to take effect again.

After the dragonborn ancestors discovered this problem, in order to maintain their own power and blood, they decided to intermarry. The price of **** is heavy, and it is difficult for the Dragonborn family to produce normal offspring. Once the babies are found to be defective, they will be dealt with immediately, preventing them from growing up.

This also caused the population of the Dragonborn family to never grow.

They ruled Congatro for more than 3,000 years. During such a long period of time, Drogon Castle did not have more than a hundred members at its most, and in most of the years, there were only twenty to thirty people on average.

Emilys is the only true dragonborn in existence.

She can only give birth to a dragonborn when she is combined with Weisely, because Weisely has a quarter of the dragon soul, and the descendants of the two, whose dragon soul accounts for more than half, can practice the meditation method of the Drogonburg family and suppress the The blood and soul curse, step by step, transforms the soul into a real dragonborn.

The future of Fort Drogon's family rests entirely on two people, and neither one will die.

This is also Weatherley's confidence.

For the sake of the future, Varogan and others can only give him a few points at ordinary times, otherwise, everything they have done for decades will be meaningless.

"Emily Line, he is just a mortal, not even a legend, so don't take him too seriously." Weatherly said proudly: "He is just a student of the Holy Soul Wizard, not the Holy Soul Wizard himself. If you can't be the master, Wezeland Floating City needs our money, and it still has to cooperate with us."

"Even if the Wazeland wizards retreat, don't worry too much."

"Give me another two years, and I will probably be promoted to Legend. At that time, I will invite the Church of Storms to cooperate. My Lord is very willing to spread his faith in Congatro."

"How can a mere floating city be compared to the Church of the Storm?"

"It will not be easy to regain the kingdom by then!"

Speaking of the back, Weatherley's expression became excited, as if he had seen the believers who led the church conquer Congatro and ascend to the throne.

However ~www.readwn.com~ everyone was indifferent to his remarks.

Is the Church of Storms so easy to borrow? Just a legend? And if the cooperation with Wezeland is torn up, who will bear the consequences?

Ren watched his performance quietly, and suddenly said, "I don't have the curse of blood and soul."

This is like a shock.

Everyone looked at Ren, and Weiseley couldn't believe it in his eyes, "Impossible, you're not a Holy Soul Wizard... It's impossible!"

Others didn't quite believe it either.

Emilys was convinced, she hardly hesitated, a sharp long sword appeared in her hand, and she took two steps forward and swung it down.

puff!

Weatherley's head flew up.