flstandardbreds Chapter 336 He Will Definitely Collapse
Chapter 336 He Will Definitely Collapse
Catherine's words made the dragon in front of her breathe slowly.
His body was in great pain, as if a claw had reached into his body and crushed his organs. His head fell down with a bang, and sticky blood foam flowed out of his nostrils. He had never felt this kind of pain before, and this pain was brought to him by Fustwen...
Fustwen... There is no Fustwen in the world anymore. Even a dragon will die if it loses its heart.
The black dragon let out a mournful cry that shook the sky.
Everyone was shocked by the sadness in the long howl. They dropped their weapons. Catherine pursed her lips. The dragon's blood had already spread to the soles of her boots, burning hot. She took a few steps back again.
When she first saw the black dragon, Catherine tried to make him an ally in the battle, but now it seems impossible...
"The Gaia Empire is not a suitable habitat for dragons." Catherine looked at the black dragon in front of her. He had been so domineering just now, sweeping away everyone with his incomparable powerful strength, but now he was like a doll with its spring running out. He fell to the ground and gradually lost his vitality.
"Your current appearance will only attract mercenaries who are not afraid of their lives. Moreover, you are bound by the oath of the Taylor family..."
The black dragon moved. It staggered and began to stand up. The broken bricks and tiles on its body fell down. During this time, it even fell down once. Because of its movements, the air became turbid.
Every word spoken to these humans made him feel sick. Zephirion endured the pain in his body, struggled to flap his wings, and soon took off from the ground, flying west with the wind.
"...Is he going to die?" Catherine asked softly when she felt her mother standing beside her.
"I don't know." Cynthia shook her head honestly, but she knew that her daughter smelled the same stench as she did, similar to that of King George, who had also been punished by an oath or curse since he tried to kill Lilith.
“Dragons have strong vitality. I hope he can survive this…” Cynthia sighed.
Although the situation was thrown into chaos by the black dragon, seeing that majestic creature turned into such a fragile state now made one sigh at the impermanence of life...
"Quick! Quick!"
William rushed into the ruins and searched frantically with his knights. Cynthia sighed and used magic to clear away the rubble. When the barn collapsed, she had already cast a shield for her son. Now that William had pulled him out of the pool, his body was frozen pale. He was now a whole head taller than Duke William, but he still cowered beside his father, not daring to look to the other side.
"Go home, we'll talk about it when we get home." William took off his coat and gave it to his son, then helped him walk in front of the mother and daughter and said.
"No." When William and Canyon were about to pass by the mother and daughter, they heard Catherine call them -
"He can't go back to Highgarden with you, William." Cynthia and Catherine had the same idea. They turned and looked at their guilty son. Guilt and self-blame flashed across their eyes, and then they slowly hardened.
"--No, father, dad! Please take me back. I will never cause trouble again. I will apologize to Lilith. Isn't my apology enough?" After being stunned, Kanien instinctively realized the crisis. He didn't want to beg his cold-looking sister, but kept begging his easy-to-talk father.
“Cynthia…” William looked at his panicked look, with a flash of pity in his eyes.
"You stay and clean up here." Cynthia gestured at the mess around them, grabbed Kanien's shoulders and pulled him in front of her, took off her cloak and wrapped it over his head.
"I'll give you time to say goodbye." She said this expressionlessly, and regardless of Kanien's horror, she crushed the slug flower and disappeared on the spot with her two children.
"Your Excellency..." Seeing Duke William standing there for a long time without moving, the black-armored knight stepped forward to ask him for the next order.
"Why is this happening..." Duke William sighed. Even at this moment, he still couldn't believe that his son had reverted to being an elf.
"Don't tell anyone about Kanyon." He said weakly, leaning against the low fence of the flower bed.
There was a flash of confusion in the black-armored knight's eyes, but he still nodded solemnly.
“Oh, George…” William covered his face in pain and murmured softly after the knight left.
George cares most about the purity of the Bishop family's bloodline. If he knew that his family members were all mixed-race, he would definitely collapse.
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Highgarden, the King's chambers.
The curtains of the big bed were half drawn down, and Bishop Harris stood beside the bed, bending over and carefully pouring the potion into the mouth of the person lying there.
This was a tedious and long task, because at this moment the king seemed to have almost lost the ability to swallow, and he could only feed a little at a time. Bishop Harris's eyes flashed with anxiety. Is it really too late this time?
Suddenly, the withered hand hanging beside the bed grabbed the hand that was feeding him medicine!
Bishop Harris was startled, but immediately came to his senses and said in a joyful tone, "Your Majesty!"
His Majesty the King had no time to speak. He seemed like an exile thrown into the desert and exposed to the sun for ten days, and the holy water in the bishop's hand was the one that could save his life. He had difficulty swallowing at the beginning, but at this moment, he grabbed the bishop's hand and drank violently with gulping sounds. Because he was too anxious, the liquid in the potion bottle flowed out, leaving a bright red streak along the corner of his mouth.
"That's enough... Your Majesty, that's enough!"
Bishop Harris tried to stop him, but King George's strength at the moment was as great as his will to live. He did not dare to snatch it with force, for fear of breaking his fragile bones. So after the whole bottle was finished, King George finally let go and sighed -
"These, damn, elves."
"Why does it take so long this time?!" King George asked as soon as he opened his mouth. This time he almost couldn't wait.
"They... they are getting more and more cunning. We lost a lot of manpower. It took the God's Favored Ones nearly half a year to track this one down." Harris recalled what the Knights said.
King George did not speak. No matter how hard he tried to breathe before, he could not catch his breath. Now he felt that the huge rock pressing on his chest had finally been removed, and his whole body felt light. He took a deep breath in comfort, revealing his teeth stained with blood, like a well-fed vampire.
"Your Majesty..." Harris put away the empty bottle and opened his mouth hesitantly.
"Don't tell me about the laws of the world anymore, Harris."
George was calmer than anyone else at this moment. These healthy people did not understand his pain at all. Before he had these potions, he felt that he had already stepped half a foot into the world of the dead. The wind from another world passed through his broken body every night. That feeling was too terrible... and these potions made of elf blood pulled him back. Compared to death, he was just enduring some pain. What did it matter to him?
"You cannot defy the law, Your Majesty." Harris was much more cautious than him. "Moreover, the Night Elves are traitors among the Elves. They abandoned their faith and joined the Dark Moon Goddess. They are bearing a double curse. Using such a medicine is really..."
It was really like drinking poison to quench thirst. Although it could keep the king energetic, the curse of eating the elves' flesh and blood was like a thorn in the flesh, which was difficult to remove. Once he stopped eating it, he would be tortured by the curse, and his whole body would rot and decay... But now there were no elves in the Gaia Empire. They had tried every method, but they still ran out of medicine from time to time, and the king's demand for potions was growing.
"You said, if it's an elven race other than the night elves, can the power of this curse be reduced?" Facing Harris's exhortation, George's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction, but he still asked patiently.
"...This is the result of our discussion." Harris did not dare to make any guarantees.
"Then why—" King George did not ask for his help, but sat up on his own, took the cup on the bedside table and rinsed his mouth to remove the bitterness of the potion in his mouth. "Why are you still using these dark elves to deal with me? I am very disappointed with the church, Harris."
"Your Majesty, the Knights of Light have tried every possible means." Harris said helplessly. Let alone the Forest of Elves, they couldn't even get into the Pathless Forest on the periphery. All the teams that entered never returned.
"But now we have more and more experience in fighting in the forest. I believe we will definitely gain something..." Seeing that King George looked unhappy, Harris hurriedly added.
"Before that, I hope you can, uh, exercise some restraint. We will try our best to make the new medicine last longer. This is the only long-term solution, Your Majesty."
King George remained silent for a long time with a sullen face, but finally nodded. Seeing that he was unwilling to communicate anymore, Harris left the bedroom with the other servants, and the room became quiet again.
King George sat at the head of the bed for a long time, and suddenly laughed softly -
He survived again, and William and his daughter's expectations were dashed again. He must be devastated!