Warhammer Divine Throne

Chapter 1151: Chapter 499: Crok’s Awakening (Part 2)

Laine couldn’t help but laugh as he heard this, and it was understandable that Lady Veronica felt jealous. The Sea Gold Talisman, a family heirloom and Divine Artifact left behind by the High Elves, possessed a very strong ability to resist Chaos Corruption and defend against all kinds of evil Magic. It could also release the Magic Wind stored within it in times of crisis, shredding enemies to pieces, and could increase the bearer’s agility and speed.

Normally, a single Magic Ornament could only carry one ability. A Divine Artifact ornament like the Sea Gold Talisman, which could possess four or five special abilities simultaneously, was extremely rare. Probably only the Hos White Tower of High Elves and the Demon Toads of Lustria could create such things, and many Secret Techniques had already been lost to time.

”But you already have the best one, dear.” Laine focused on the ring on Lady Veronica’s ring finger: ”Believe me, this ring won’t be inferior to the Sea Gold Talisman.”

”Well... alright then.” Veronica was merely complaining verbally. The witch knew how powerful the ring Laine had given her was. Let’s just say casters tend to be greedy; it’s a professional trait.

After finishing this discussion, a satisfied Veronica lightly kicked Laine’s chest with her stockinged foot and teased him: ”Speaking of which, Alfred ended up coming back alone, didn’t he...?”

”That was his choice, and I must respect it.” Laine nodded, sighing lightly: ”I hadn’t anticipated this development at all, from start to finish.”

”I think you should set your friend up on a date,” Veronica suggested.

”Didn’t Afu already say to let things take their natural course?” Laine nodded, picking up the dark elf standing beside him and placing her on his knee: ”Let’s just let things happen naturally; forcing things may have unintended consequences.”

”Speaking of which, what are your plans next? Are you really going to attack Musillon?” Lady Veronica turned over, her graceful body hidden beneath the thin sheets, and said somewhat complainingly: ”Can’t you just stop and rest for ten or twenty years? It’s always battles. Since I’ve been with you, I’ve fought more battles than all my fellow female Members of Parliament combined!”

”Attacking Musillon is a definite course of action. We’ll rest this year and begin preparation to attack Sharp-Top Palace next year. It’s the plan decided at the year-end meeting.” Laine shook his head; the Moment of Destruction was gradually approaching, and he couldn’t afford to slow his pace.

”Fine, then next time, send your Little Princess; I’m not going.” Lady Veronica said with intentional annoyance.

At this moment, the dark elf in Laine’s arms suddenly spoke up, Ollica coyly said: ”It’s okay, if Lady Veronica doesn’t go, I’ll go with you; I’ll always be with you, Master.”

”See, Veronica, if you don’t go, I have Ollica with me~” Laine immediately felt proud and gave the dark elf a peck on the cheek.

”???” Lady Veronica’s almond eyes widened instantly.

That damned dark elf! Betrayed us!

Weren’t we supposed to be on the same side?

The corners of Ollica’s mouth lifted as she looked up from Laine’s embrace, her face exuding a dark aura, and she gave a mysterious smile unnoticed by Laine.

Foolish humans.

......I am the division line for foolish humans......

Meanwhile, in the New World, Lustria, the First City, Itaza.

On the Ancient Great Pyramid, Venerable Crok, the first and oldest Demon Toad who was once taught the secrets of the Magic Wind by the Ancient Saint Botheck himself, sat upon the Golden Throne. His long-deceased body was slowly reviving, and his soul was gradually returning to his body.

He was about to be reborn.

A void screen of light enveloped Crok’s corpse. The First City Itaza had witnessed countless ages; the city where the Ancient Saints descended remained quiet as ever, with warm winds blowing through the primal rainforest, and the waves in the Great Forest Sea swaying endlessly.

Itaza was currently the largest of all the surviving Temple Cities of the Lizardmen. It was the home of the world’s strongest and oldest magic practitioners, including the greatest and strongest generation of Shrankrok among the Lizardmen. Crok had been steadfastly defending this city with the strongest and most indomitable spirit and will. Since the Great Chaos Invasion, Itaza had faced numerous threats but never succumbed to invaders, whether they be the brutal and bloodthirsty Chaos Demon or the cunning Skaven Ratmen.

The pyramids gathered in Itaza were the most numerous of all Temple Cities. Each pyramid housed a Shran, though most were now deserted. Each pyramid stood as tall as a mountain, making the city vast to the point where, except for a Supreme Being, no one could glimpse its borders in a single glance. Here, tens of thousands of Lizardman Legions patrolled, the Winged Dragon Legion in the sky constantly vigilant for potential enemies, and within the primal rainforest, countless Ancient Giant Beasts monitored the slightest movement of the forest.

Spirit Lizards were always bustling within the city for the Great Plan, whispering for fear of making the slightest mistake. The path to Itaza was bristling with thorns, and any unwelcome visitor would be captured by guards and thrown into the Tyrannosaurus Pit or Sotigo Sacrificial Snake Pit, allowing the Snake God to enjoy a bloody sacrifice.

However, fortunately for some, today, a small group of humans earned the privilege of visiting Itaza. This group, consisting of several Great Swordsmen and a few workers, was transporting several cases of top-tier wine from Winford called ”Lysa Lus” and some High Elf wines to the Great Pyramid of Itaza.