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, the northern warrior who dared to charge ten times a hundred times the enemy, was extremely humble at this time.

In the future of the Northland, this warrior, who would not bow his head even if his body was pierced by an epee, dropped his head again and again.

Viscount Bernard took a deep look at his head guard and shook his head.

"Grote, you should know what kind of existence the golden race is. If you can hunt extraordinary dragons, I can tell you about a fire dragon.

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

I can not help you."

Grot opened his mouth to say something, and 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 not afraid of danger, he is not a mindless barbarian.

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

Grote, 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 was a bit complicated, and finally he sighed.

"Thank you for your help, Beidi will always remember it"

After speaking, he stood up and hammered his chest with his fist.

After coming out of Viscount Bernard's residence, Grote still had an unreasonable heaviness on his face.

Although the power of the artifact is unimaginable, he doesn't think that the twelve magic scrolls can restore the consumed life.

At present, only the blood of the golden race can heal the Valkyrie of the North.

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

This difficulty is not even simpler than hunting extraordinary existence.

Is there no hope for all this??

The royal family of the North, who only exchanged the horns of the dragon rhinoceros, which symbolizes the glory of the North, is going to leave him like the glory of the North?

All those black eyes were blank.

This northern warrior had no way to find the future.

"Good day, Lord Grote," at this moment, a smiling voice came from his side.

Grot turned his head, looking at the visitor with some surprise in his eyes.

"Good day, Lord Amy"

He had very little intersection with Amy before. In fact, it should be the profession of the Northland warrior who disdained Amy before—the shadow priest.

True bravery should be the daring to charge the dragon head-on, hiding in the shadows, that is a disgusting mouse.

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

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

"Lord Grote, maybe I have what you want"

Grot felt the scorching gaze in Amy's eyes and frowned.

"Your Excellency Amy, are you sure? What I need now is the blood of the Golden Race, can you get it?"

With a slight mockery in his tone, something that even Viscount Bernard doesn't have, can a mouse that was chased by the low-level bishop of the Knights Temple some time ago have it?

But to his surprise, the shadow high priest was not angry. Instead, he took out a small finger-sized transparent crystal bottle from his pocket, with a few drops of blood flowing with the pale golden face inside.

Grote saw this scene, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the transparent crystal bottle in disbelief.

At this time, the energy of the pale golden body fluid in the bottle was full of vitality. He swears that this is the most vital blood he has ever seen, and it shocks him even more 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!

Grote had a shuddering title in his mind.

Golden race!!

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

Golden race!Unexpectedly, actually found the golden race!

This is a higher being like a dragon!

"Your Excellency Amy, please forgive my recklessness and ignorance. I swear to the God of War, I didn't mean it..." Grote's tone was mixed with anxiety and surprise, and he did not apologize to Amy in the slightest.

This northern warrior has completely lost the pride of just now.

"Dear Lord Grote, I'm here to do business with you"

Amy's tone was a little bit of a smile, and he didn't seem to be offended by Grote's rudeness.

After hearing this, Grote asked urgently.

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

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

Amy reached out and handed the crystal bottle to Grote.

Feeling the breath of life that was so strong that it was about to erupt at close range, Grote was filled with excitement.

"What price do I have to pay to get it?"

It naturally refers to the golden race.

Grote shook his head: "Sorry, Lord Grote, the gold race is not for sale."

Grot's face changed in vain, but Amy's second half sentence made him slightly relieved.

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

So I will not sell it at any price, but some blood is not a big problem."

Amy has a big smile on her face.

"I also hope to win the friendship of Your Excellency Grote, as for the price of blood.

I want the treasure of the North-Mythril Armor"

Grote's face changed slightly when he heard this. He didn't expect Amy, a spellcaster, to choose this treasure.

Although the preciousness of the Mithril armor is not as high as the one-horned horn of the Northern Dragon Rhinoceros, it is his most important life-saving inner armor.

The dense silver armor forged by the dwarf forge masters with precious materials such as mithril, fine gold, underground cold iron, lava heart, etc. is a well-deserved treasure. Grot had fought in the north for 20 years when he was young. Mi Yin Jia 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, then forget it, I swear to the goddess of magic, I..."

Grot's eyes showed a little bit of reluctance, but he nodded firmly.

"No, Lord Amy, I meant it"

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

He has already paid the honor of the Northland-the Northland Dragon Rhinoceros horn, he doesn't care about paying another precious silver armor for the Northland.

Although this may be his most reluctant treasure.

When Amy took over the ten-pound hollow silver armor with a unique bright silver light, a thick smile appeared on her face.

"Your Excellency Grot, you should send your men out of the city with the honorable Northland royal family."

"Out of town?"

Grote frowned.

"Of course, you don't think I will keep the cubs of the golden race in Green City?" Amy had a strange expression on his face.

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

Maybe the next time I come back, it will be ten or twenty years later. By that time, I think I will try to break through the supernatural. Amy's eyes have a bit of uncontrollable fanaticism.

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

Amy didn’t seem to see Grote’s undisguised expression of disgust, and continued, “If it’s not that the ruins are too dangerous, and need a armor that can withstand powerful attacks, I will not expose the golden race. exist.

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

Amy's tone was a bit unwilling, as if he had suffered a lot from this trade.

Grot felt a little relaxed when he heard this.

Most of the original vigilance disappeared.

"No, I believe my 20-year old friend, Lord Amy, I only need to bring a team of Northland warriors."

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

The alert in Grot's eyes was gone, and he nodded with a smile.

"As you wish"

In fact, whether Amy agrees or disagrees with him, he will bring a few more subordinates, this question is just a test.

And Amy's answer also relaxed his mind, this one didn't have too much malice towards him, otherwise he should find ways to reduce his helpers.

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

The goddess of the night is above, and the wisdom under the crown of the ancestor is enough to make the sun pale.