I Became a Progenitor Vampire

"Viscount Bernard, I need the blood of the golden race, please help me."

Grote knelt on one knee in front of Viscount Bernard. This Northland warrior who dared to charge in the face of ten times a hundred times the enemy was extremely humble at this time.

The future of the North is uncertain, but this warrior who will not bow his head even if his body is pierced by a heavy sword has lowered his head again and again.

Viscount Bernard took a deep look at his captain of the bodyguard and shook his head.

"Grot, you should know what the golden race is like. If you can hunt an extraordinary dragon, I can tell you about a fire dragon.

But now, you can't even defeat me...

I can not help you. "

Grote opened his mouth to say something, but finally sighed.

An extraordinary dragon...

He does not lack the courage to face the dragon, but he does not have the strength to defeat the opponent.

Although he is unafraid of danger, he is not a brainless barbarian.

"I will use all the power of the Dark Pact to search for the golden race for you, but now, our target should be the twelve magic scrolls.

Groat, the artifact has unimaginable power, I think it may not be able to solve the difficulties you are facing now."

Hearing this statement, Grote's face showed some confusion, and finally he sighed slumped.

"Thank you for your help, Northland will always be in my heart"

After saying that, he stood up and hit his chest hard with his fist.

After coming out of Viscount Bernard's residence, Grote still had a heavy weight on his face that was difficult to release.

Although the power of the artifact was unimaginable, he did not think that the twelve magic scrolls could restore the consumed life span.

Currently, only the blood of the golden race can heal the Valkyries in the North.

So he must obtain the blood of the golden race within three months.

This difficulty is not even easier than hunting extraordinary beings.

Is there no hope for all this? ?

Will the royal family of the North, which was exchanged for the horn of the Northern Dragon and Rhinoceros, which symbolizes the glory of the North, be as far away from him as the glory of the North?

Those black eyes were full of confusion.

This Northland warrior could no longer find a way to the future at this time.

"Good day, Lord Grote," at this moment, a smiling voice came from beside him.

Grote turned his head and looked at the visitor with some surprise in his eyes.

"Good day, Your Excellency Amy"

He had very few interactions with Amy before. In fact, it should be that this Northland warrior had disdained Amy's occupation before - the shadow priest.

True bravery should be to dare to charge the dragon head-on, hiding in the shadows, it is a disgusting rat.

But now, Amy, who has become the 15th Shadow High Priest, is qualified to talk to him.

So looking at the other party's thick smile, I didn't understand his plan.

"Lord Grote, maybe I have what you want."

Grote frowned when he felt the burning gaze in Amy's eyes.

"Sir Amy, are you sure?? What I need now is the blood of the golden race. Can you get it?"

There was a hint of ridicule in his tone. What even Viscount Bernard didn't have, could a rat who was chased all over the street by the low-level bishop of the Knights Temple not long ago have it?

But to his surprise, the shadow high priest was not angry. Instead, he took out a transparent crystal bottle the size of a pinky finger from his pocket, with a few drops of blood red mixed with light golden color flowing inside.

Grote's eyes suddenly opened wide when he saw this scene, and he looked at the transparent crystal bottle in disbelief.

At this time, the light golden body liquid in the bottle was full of energy. He swore that this was the most life-like blood he had ever seen, even more shocking than the blood of extraordinary life.

Even the holy water blessed by the goddess in the Temple of the Goddess of Life is far inferior!

A title came to Grote's mind that made him tremble.

Golden race! !

Grote, who was already close to despair, was overwhelmed by the huge surprise.

Golden race! Surprisingly, we actually found the golden race!

This is an advanced life form like a giant dragon!

"Your Excellency Amy, please forgive my recklessness and ignorance. I swear to the God of War, I didn't mean to..." Grote's tone was a mixture of anxiety and surprise, and he apologized to Amy without any airs.

This northern warrior has completely lost the arrogance he had just now.

"Dear Lord Grote, I'm here to make a deal with you."

Amy's tone was somewhat smiling, and she didn't seem to be offended by Grote's rudeness.

After hearing this, Grote asked anxiously.

"Your Excellency Amy, do you really have the blood of the golden race? I intend to trade with you."

"Mr. Grote, this is the blood I just obtained from the golden race this morning,"

Amy stretched out her hand and handed the crystal bottle to Grote.

Feeling the breath of life up close that was so strong that it was about to erupt, Grote was filled with excitement that could not be concealed.

"What does it cost me to get it?"

It naturally refers to the golden race.

Grote shook his head: "Sorry, Sir Grote, the golden race is not for sale."

Grote's expression changed in vain, but the second half of Amy's words made him slightly relieved.

"This cub of the golden race was obtained accidentally by me on the orc border. I think no one knows the preciousness of the golden race better than you.

So I won’t sell it at any price, but some blood is not a big problem.”

Amy had a big smile on her face.

“I also hope to win Lord Grote’s friendship through this, even at the cost of blood.

I want the treasure of the North - Mithril Armor."

Grote's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He didn't expect that Amy, a spell caster, would choose this treasure.

Although the mithril armor is not as precious as the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros' horn, it is his most important life-saving inner armor.

Mithril armor forged by dwarven forging masters using precious materials such as mithril, adamantine, underground cold iron, and lava core is a well-deserved treasure. When Groat was young, he fought in the Northland for twenty years. This piece of armor was Mithril armor saved him at least thirty times.

If he loses this treasure, Grote can even feel that his strength will drop by two levels.

"Of course, if you don't want to, forget it. I swear to the goddess of magic, I..."

There was a bit of reluctance in Grote's eyes, but he still nodded resolutely.

"No, Sir Amy, that's my original intention"

The bloodline of the Northland royal family cannot be cut off. The future Northland needs a king.

He has already paid for the honor of the Northland - the Northland Dragon, Rhinoceros and One Horn, and he does not care about paying another precious mithril armor for the Northland.

Although this may be the treasure he is most reluctant to part with.

When Amy took over the hollow mithril armor that weighed only ten pounds and had a unique bright silver light, a deep smile appeared on her face.

"Lord Grote, you should dispatch your subordinates to take the distinguished Northland royal family out of the city with me."

"Out of town?"

Grote frowned.

"Of course, you wouldn't think that I would keep the cubs of the golden race in Green City, would you?" Amy had a strange expression on her face.

"I don't mind if you bring more subordinates. In fact, after completing this transaction, I will leave Green City to adventure in an ancient ruins.

Maybe the next time I come back will be ten or twenty years later, and by then I think I will try to break through to the extraordinary." Amy's eyes held a bit of uncontrollable enthusiasm.

Grote felt a little disdainful when he saw this scene. These damn spellcasters always want to obtain lost magic from ancient ruins and take shortcuts to become extraordinary.

Amy didn't seem to see Grote's undisguised expression of disgust, and continued, "If it weren't for the fact that the ruins were too dangerous and required a dense armor that could withstand powerful attacks, I would not have exposed the golden race. exist.

I don't think I need to explain their importance too much. "

Amy's tone was a bit unwilling, as if he had suffered a big loss in this transaction.

Grote felt slightly relaxed after hearing this.

Most of the original vigilance disappeared.

"No, I believe in my old friend of twenty years, Mr. Amy. I just need to bring a team of Northland warriors."

Amy waved her hand indifferently, "No, I think you can bring more teams."

The vigilance in Grote's eyes disappeared and he nodded with a smile.

"As you wish"

In fact, regardless of whether Amyton agreed or not, he would bring more teams of subordinates with him. This inquiry was just a test.

Amy's answer also reassured him. This person did not have too much ill will towards him, otherwise he should have found a way to reduce his helpers.

Amy looked at Grote's kind eyes and cheered loudly in her heart.

The goddess of night is above, and the wisdom under the crown of the ancestor is enough to make the sun eclipse! \u003c/div\u003e