I Became a Progenitor Vampire

Although Li De's thoughts were perfect, when faced with six existences above level 15 in the Dark Covenant, as Amy's little follower, there was no possibility that he could interrupt.

Amy also seemed to sense Li De's desire to get the Valkyrie of the North, but in the end he could only shake his head helplessly.

Because the Necromancer Dry Bones offered a price he couldn't afford.

"I need a single horn of an extraordinary Northern Dragon Rhinoceros." The dark eyes of Dry Bones looked at Grote with scorching heat, and there was no doubt the greed in his eyes.

The Northern Dragon Rhinoceros, a unique dragon-blooded life form of the Northern Plateau, only lives in the Northern Plateau.

The extraordinary level of the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros' horn is not even half as precious as the blood of an immortal dragon, because the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros' single horn can forge legendary weapons.

Precious.

The Northland Dragon Rhinoceros lives on the top of the 8000-blade snow-capped mountains in the Northland. Hunting this powerful dragon-blooded life in such a cold environment is as difficult as making a mage apprentice break through and become extraordinary.

Therefore, the single horn of the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros has always been the object of pursuit by the great nobles. Due to its scarcity, the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros has become a rare treasure.

But as luck would have it, the single horn of the extraordinary Northland Dragon Rhinoceros happened to be possessed by the Northland warrior Grote.

"Your Excellency Dry Bones, don't you consider other items? I still have a gift from my god..."

Before he finished speaking, Dry Bones shook his head, and under the gray cloak, the dark eyes became more penetrating.

"No, I only need the horn of the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros. This item is one of the items my little baby needs to be promoted to extraordinary. Although there are many substitute items, the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros Horn is more beneficial to me than the gift from the gods. Said it was more valuable”

Dry Bones didn't seem to know the essence of doing business, so he just threw out his own purpose.

The people at the scene instantly looked at Grote with playful eyes.

Everyone was not a fool, and they instantly knew that the damn necromancer Dry Bones' original purpose was Groat.

The previous performances were just to increase the weight of his own chips.

Grote's face became extremely ugly.

The Northland Dragon Rhinoceros Horn is a sacred object of the Northlanders of Grote's lineage. It was the honor given to them by the first generation King of the North after he killed the extraordinary Northland Dragon Rhinoceros.

Countless years have passed, and the people of the North have changed from generation to generation. The horns of this Northland dragon and rhinoceros no longer carry more than just glory.

It is also the place of faith for countless people.

If possible, Grote would rather lose his life than exchange the northern dragon rhinoceros horn for this necromancer.

This means that the faith that has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years in the north has been cut off in his hands.

He, Groot, will be the sinner of the North.

But, not to change?

The Northland has been conquered. They may be the only royal family in the Northland that has lost the last royal bloodline in the hands of this necromancer.

Do they still have the qualifications and ability to take back their homeland? ?

Withered Bones looked at Grote's painful expression and his eyes showed great enjoyment.

Struggle, be angry, ignorant Northlanders,

It’s so wonderful, your pain makes my soul rejoice.

Necromancers, this kind of life that has become extremely twisted due to the long life and the corrosion of the soul by the breath of death, often get pleasure from creating chaotic evil.

The reason why Withered Bones chose Grote was that he once offered to exchange for the horn of the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros, but Grote severely refused and humiliated him unscrupulously. Although in the end, after Viscount Bernard intervened, the two There was no fighting.

But it stuck with Dry Bones.

He just wanted to see what Grote, who once rejected him, would choose in front of something equally important to him.

The twisted pleasure came like a tide.

It made him almost crazy.

"Dear Lord Grote, why don't you speak? What is your choice, the Northland Dragon Rhinoceros Horn, or your Northland royal bloodline - this admirable Northland Valkyrie??"

The room fell into a deathly silence, and everyone was looking at Grote with interest.

Grote looked at the elegant Viscount Bernard with a face full of pain, and said in an extremely dry voice.

"Viscount Bernard, has the Northland Plateau really been conquered by the Norland Empire and the Glorious Empire?! Has the Northland royal family really been killed?"

Viscount Bernard looked at his captain of the guard, his lips moving slightly, as if he was talking to someone.

After a long silence, under Grote's desperate eyes, Viscount Bernard nodded.

"The Northland was occupied by the Nolan Empire. As for the royal family in the Northland, most of them were hunted by the extraordinary beings of the Glorious Empire.

The intelligence seems to say that there is a legendary level force taking action against the Northland, so I am not sure whether there are other members of the Northland royal family who have fled."

Grote turned his head and looked at the Northland Valkyrie lying unconscious on the ground, with scars on her body as old as the old bark of an ancient tree. This Northland warrior, who was as strong as an iron tower, looked towards the opponent with red eyes. Get down on your knees.

Touch, one hand hit the floor hard, and the wooden floor across the thick carpet exploded in a big circle at this moment.

The splashed debris flew around.

After being furious, the high head of the Northland warrior who would never admit defeat was like a slave after a defeat, deeply bowed.

"Your Highness, maybe you will forgive me for my choice. Everything is for the sake of the North."

When Dry Bones saw this scene, his eyes flashed, and his sharp voice sounded a bit mocking.

"So, your choice is the horn of the Northland Dragon Rhinoceros?? You are such a great Northland warrior. You successfully gave up your king. Gagaga~ What a wonderful scene."

Grote stood up, his body with two blades filled with a sense of oppression, and the aura on his body once again restored the unique strength and tenacity of the Northland warriors.

He stretched his hand across his neck and clicked. The black rope made of unknown material hanging around his neck was torn off.

Grote stretched out his hand, and a sharp object like a tooth was tied to the rope and fell from his hand. It swayed left and right under the pull of the black rope.

Walking towards the withered bones step by step, the Northland warrior's eyes were as sharp as a falcon's,

Bang, bang, bang~

The sound of the black warrior leather boots stepping on the velvet carpet was very small, but it was like thunder in the quiet room.

"I'll switch with you"

Dry Bones looked at the pendant in Grote's hand, his blue eyes under the gray cloak filled with mockery and coldness.

"Just a wild dog fang?"

"No, this is the horn of the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros!" Grote's tone was filled with irrepressible anger.

"The ancestors of the Northland had begged the legendary space mage at that time for hundreds of thousands of years to seal this honorary sacred object that belonged exclusively to the warriors of the Northland. From then on, the huge Northland dragon and rhinoceros horn became a pendant on the hero. "

"You only need to break the seal, and you can get the extraordinary dragon-rhinoceros horn." With endless pain and torture in Grote's eyes, he personally gave the sacred object passed down from the North to a necromancer.

This guilt and self-blame made it almost impossible for him to face himself.

Dry Bones' dark eyes flashed, and he reached out to take the pendant.

After sensing it carefully for a moment, he said excitedly

"Sure enough, it is the seal left by the legendary mage, brave Northland warrior, you are not lying!

It's really wonderful. Under the witness of Viscount Bernard, I agree to the deal with Lord Grote."

After Dry Bones said this to the people watching the show, he immediately returned to his seat with an impatient mood and carefully studied the thumb-sized gray pendant.

As for the Northland Valkyrie on the ground, it naturally belongs to Grote, who is in pain mixed with a bit of happiness.

The glory of the Northland has been lost, but at least the hope for the future of the Northland has been preserved, right?

Grote took a deep breath, the Northland could not lose their king.

"Lord Grote, I swear to the God of the Dead. I use my remaining kindness to remind you to find the blood of the golden race as soon as possible.

Your king only has three months left to live."

Dry Bones said it was a reminder, but his gloating tone made everyone speechless.

This damn necromancer! !

Grote turned his head and glanced at the withered bones, without saying anything, but the coldness in his eyes let everyone know that the Northland warrior had taken this matter to heart.

Being hated by a level 16 Northland warrior would make ordinary people restless. However, Dry Bones, a necromancer, didn't care at all. Instead, he was very proud of himself. It seemed that this level 16 warrior was just a level 3 thief.

"Your Highness, let's go"

Grote bent down and picked up the Valkyrie, who was covered in ancient scars. He took a deep look at the withered bones and then turned around and left.

And just as Dry Bones left, Li De, who had been watching the show silently outside the venue, suddenly felt something in his heart.

His brain was running wildly at this moment, and a moment later, the corners of his mouth, hidden in the shadows, curled up into a high arc.

His original plans and intentions were overturned in an instant, and an extremely bold idea arose in his mind.

He stared fiercely at the door that opened after Grote left.

Let’s play big this time!

he wants,

Hunt this level 16 Northland warrior,

at all costs.

The blood in my heart is stirring.