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"That's not right. You said that the devil wants to sign a contract. For such a huge price, they have to pay a corresponding bet. What bet did Tiamat provide?"

Mr. Fortune was a little panicked, desperately trying to grasp at straws.

Amberxiu explained: "If they can guard these gates of hell, all unclean bloodlines will have the opportunity to contract with the red dragon."

The Dragon Goddess was once considered the ancestor of the five-color dragons. Although the authenticity is open to question, she did control many five-color dragons.

It is rumored that Tiamat has a powerful dragon knight army that fights for her in many different planes, but Amberxiu has never seen it in so many years of adventure.

Mr. Doom didn't seem to give up and continued to ask: "Even if Tiamat paid the price, why did all the unclean bloodline fall into hell? Many people have already branched off and separated from the original family."

Amberxiu said helplessly: "Uladimir, don't deceive yourself. You understand that it is precisely because of the blood of the unclean that they can spread their branches in this kingdom and become important figures in every region. They agree in their hearts This bloodline recognizes its relationship with the unclean one and willingly accepts the leadership of the unclean one.

"Just like this kingdom, no matter what you say, the thirteen unclean people are the rulers of the kingdom. They naturally have the right to sell out the entire kingdom, let alone their descendants."

Mr. Doom clenched his fists, kept pacing back and forth, and suddenly said: "It can actually be saved, right? The devil just asked that the gate of hell not be destroyed, and the future we see is that the gate of hell disappears, disappears It doesn’t mean it’s destruction, right? We still have a chance, right?”

Amberxiu looked at his senior brother in silence, and after a long time he said: "Well, you are right."

Mr. Doom seemed unable to hear what Amberxiu said, and continued to mutter to himself: "There must be a chance, there must be a way. We can use space magic to move these hell gates to other places, and then be ready to deal with Ryan Our army, as long as we all work hard, we will definitely be able to..."

Amberxiu stopped talking and allowed Mr. Fortune to keep "thinking of solutions."

Mr. Fortune kept talking for a long time, and finally fell silent. He slumped down on the chair and said to Amberxiu in despair: "We have no hope, right?"

Amberxiu nodded and said: "It's impossible to play word games with the devil. Tiamat has signed contracts with others countless times, so it's impossible for us to leave such a loophole for us to exploit. Protecting the Gate of Hell is a guarantee. Functioning normally, transferring, hiding, etc. are all violations of the contract and have no meaning.

"Uladimir, you need to make a decision. If you give up, then leave with me, and this kingdom will fall into hell. If you still insist, then you have to find other ways to block Ryan's attack. You can't Relying on the army of unclean chants, after all the nobles disappear, the kingdom will collapse in an instant. "

Although the noble class is hated, these nobles have controlled all the resources of the kingdom for so many years. The generals of the army are all nobles, and there are few civilians who can hold high positions.

With all of these leaders gone, the tieflings can only rejoice for a few seconds at most before descending into chaos.

The struggle for supplies, the struggle for power, the past hatred... everything breaks out in an instant, and the kingdom will collapse in a short period of time, unless there is a powerful hero with both status and ability who can stabilize the entire kingdom in a short period of time. kingdom.

But even if Arthur Lane is reborn, it will probably take more than a year for the kingdom to stabilize.

Well, even if Mr. Fortune is five times as good as Arthur Lane, time is not on his side.

Ryan is waiting at the border. Who will give him a year?

Llane's legions of paladins charged into the chaos of Unholy Chant, taking over the realm in less than two months.

How could Mr. Fortune stop Ryan's army by himself, not even Amberxiu? It was all for nothing.

This is not a legendary duel. You can use long-range kites to challenge Amber Xiu. This is a battle to destroy the country. Ryan's legion magic alone can hit targets several kilometers away. Amber Xiu will be vaporized if he shows up.

The army can only rely on the army to fight, and the combined strength of mortals is enough to kill the gods.

Moreover, Amberxiu also had a hunch that Tiamat did not simply want the souls of these tieflings, and might have some follow-up plans, but there was really no way to know.

Amber Xiu is ready to leave now. The Kingdom of Unclean Ode is already in a dead situation. It is better to escape as soon as possible and take advantage of the chaos to loot the kingdom's treasure house or something.

Mr. Doom was overly excited just now and was a bit deceiving himself. Now he calmed down and saw the tragic future.

The destruction of the kingdom seems to be certain. Mr. Fortune is like a bug caught in a spider's web. The more he struggles, the more desperate he becomes. It is better to leave while he has just gained a little advantage.

Amberxiu did not urge him, but just left a magic mirror for Mr. Fortune.

"I'll leave this to you. If you need it, just come to me."

With these last words, Amberxiu left.

Although the kingdom was doomed, Amberxiu decided to give it a final try.

Ryan's Flowing Flame City hasn't been in chaos yet, so let him light a fire, which might make Ryan less powerful when attacking.

Mr. Fortune watched Amberxiu leave and then looked around.

This Honghe town, where he once lived, has become so strange over the past few hundred years, just like his motherland.

When did the Unholy Anthem begin to fall into crisis? Obviously, he has done well in the past few hundred years, and the kingdom has been prospering.

Could it be that from the beginning, all the prosperity was just a black cloth to cover up the conspiracy?

Why didn't I discover it in advance? Why, as a prophecy mage, couldn't even predict this?

"Am I really spurned by the goddess of fate?"

Mr. Fortune had this idea in his mind, but suddenly he felt a thrill all over his body.

"No, Alsace is right. I rely too much on the power of fate. Although I have gone further on this road than him, I have lost the thinking ability that a person should have. If I don't use the power of fate, Strength, I should have been able to detect all kinds of clues, but I blinded myself!"

Mr. Fortune suddenly regretted it. If he had not quarreled with that hateful bastard, but followed him on adventures across the continent, would he have been able to save his motherland at this time?

Mr. Doom stood up, clenched his fists and said, "Although there is no hope, I still can't give up. There must be something else I can do!"