The meeting was quite boring and boring, and the discussion was nothing more than how much food each lord paid.

The lords quarreled without any grace. They were concerned about their own interests. They had to fight for it clearly and never give in.

Prince Berville was also vague about the border between the Principality and the Kingdom of Aulakhi. Although the two sides had a truce and although the Thunder Sword Saint had mediated some time ago, there were still occasional frictions that made the Grand Duke unable to fully feel at ease.

They have been fighting for hundreds of years, and stabbing them in the back often happens, especially now King Aolaki is too young and acts a little reckless and ignorant, so the grand duke cannot completely turn his attention to the Daville Fortress.

However, no matter how quarrels are, everyone has a consensus that the undead in the south is a major problem for the entire human race and must be solved first.

Especially, even the important news of the Fallen Moon Sword Saint is at the bottom, so the debate at the meeting has a bottom line. Although it is extremely fierce, the talk has never collapsed.

Luo Lin has always hated such a war of words, but he also knew it was necessary, so he didn't speak and just listened quietly from the side.

This meeting lasted for half a day. After half a day, a basic agreement was barely reached, but the details still need to be negotiated. It is estimated that most of the time after this state banquet will be used for the meeting.

Seeing that the meeting was about to end, Luo Lin spoke: "As the Earl of Maple Leaf, I have just arrived at the territory shortly, but my territory is still rich, and this disaster of the undead has become the devastation of the mainland, so I hereby announce that I will support the Grand Duke without reservation. In the next six months, I will transport enough 100,000 people to Daville Fortress in batches to eat food for the past year."

This kind of support is almost the limit of Rolling's current strength. It can indeed be said that he will give all his strength without reservation.

He did this. He gave an example and conveyed a message. The undead in the south had reached its extreme danger, and now is not the time to hide his own private life.

The grand duke looked at Luo Lin with gratitude and praised: "Okay! My Lehman family will remember the great contribution of Earl Maple Leaf."

The other noble lords had different expressions, but they had thoughts in their eyes. In particular, Prince Berville and Coron were talking in a low voice, exchanging their respective views.

The meeting ended in this silence. The lords left with all their thoughts.

Luo Lin was called to have a meeting as soon as he came to Fire Lion City. He had not yet rested, so the grand duke did not keep him and asked his servant to take him to the Green Mansion in the city.

If there is no accident, the meeting will definitely be held in the next few days, but Rollin has made a clear statement, so he is too lazy to attend, so he only called his butler Joni to attend on his own and record some important information.

He had a legitimate reason for doing this, because early the next morning, the Red Moon Sword Saint asked him to meet him at the Lakeside Castle. It was not someone else's coming, but Zachro.

The Red Moon Sword Saint is highly respected. His invitation must not be rejected.

Fire Lion City is still very safe, so Rolin didn't wear battle armor. He wore a light leather jacket, took his own sword, rode his horse and rushed out of the city with Zachro.

"Is the old man in good health recently?" Luo Lin asked casually.

Unexpectedly, Zachro frowned and shook his head: "I'm going to hide it from you, it's getting worse and worse recently."

"Oh." Luo Lin was not surprised. The Red Moon Sword Saint is really old. Compared with the time in the game in his previous life, it is almost the same.

"The mentor is looking for you this time, and I should give you some advice on your martial arts. Don't let him be tired later." Zachro instructed.

"I understand." Rollin nodded.

Afterwards, the two chatted casually, mostly about martial arts. Zachro intended to ask for advice, so Rolin only gave a few words. He didn't say much, but they were all ingenious, so they had a good chat.

I soon arrived at the lakeside castle, and someone was greeted by the door. I was also an acquaintance, Angela, the daughter of the Grand Duke. She was dressed in military uniform and had long hair cut into short hair with her ears. She stood at the door with a sword. When she saw Luo Lin, she smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Earl."

"It's not long, just a few months." Luo Lin smiled, looked up and down at Angela, and was very satisfied when she saw that her power had improved. It seemed that he was in vain.

"Come with me," Angela said.

Zachro said goodbye: "I am busy with official business, so I won't go in."

Luo Lin followed Angela and walked along the familiar road. Finally, he arrived at the martial arts training ground. Everything was still there, but the old man on the ground seemed even weaker, and he was really old and couldn't even control his energy.

"Are you here?" The Red Moon Sword Saint was almost slumped on the chair beside him, his eyes a little muddy.

Rollin didn't say anything, stepped forward and bowed his head and bowed.

"I got sick a few days ago, and I felt that I was not good enough. You saw it too. I probably haven't had many days like this." The Red Moon Sword Saint said calmly.

Rollin didn't know how to answer, and the other party seemed to have seen through life and death, and there was no need for his consolation, so he just listened silently, and Angela was the same.

"I don't have much regret in my life. But I have always had a concern recently." The Sword Saint looked at Luo Lin.

Rollin said respectfully: "Please say it."

The Sword Saint took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief and continued, "I looked at Angela. Her martial arts have made great progress. I must have obtained the essence of your martial arts. This is very good. I have two disciples in my life, but they are not very powerful. Without external objects, there is no hope of being promoted to a legend. It can be said that I do not have a real inheritor."

Speaking of this, the Sword Saint picked up a wooden sword beside him and threw it to Rollin, while he picked up another one: "I heard that you had fought with Morovogen, tell me what you think of him."

Luo Lin still felt scared when he recalled the situation at that time: "The Full Moon Sword Saint..."

"The Full Moon Sword Saint is dead, he is just a dead soul." The Red Moon Sword Saint interrupted Luo Lin's words.

"Yes, Morovogen's swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, especially the Bengshanjin, which is well-known. It is combined with the death magic condensed in his body, and it is amazing. If it weren't for the legendary life magic of Green Dragon Viana on my battle armor, I might not be able to stop it with a single sword."

The old sword saint nodded: "That's true. I had a competition with him back then. Although I didn't decide the winner, I felt a huge pressure. If I continue to fight, the victory or defeat is unpredictable. You can show me the situation of your fight with him that day."

After saying that, the old sword saint picked up the wooden sword, and he seemed to have become energetic.

Luo Lin nodded, holding a wooden sword in his hand and stabbed at the old sword saint. The sword had almost no strength, and the speed was slowed down as much as possible. He just copied his sword move that day,

The "click" wooden swords intersected, and a strange force of clearness was uploaded from the opponent's wooden sword. Rolling immediately had the illusion of standing on the tumbling waves and standing unsteadily. Fortunately, this power was not strong, so Rolling was determined to be divine and stabilized.

"Learn carefully, it's only once." The old sword saint Palasen's voice was very serious, yes. Just once, he was old. This was already the last little power he had retained.

Luo Lin immediately concentrated his mind, and suddenly felt that everything around him had calmed down. There was only the sword in his heart, and only the power flowing on the sword.

The wave power is like a big wave surging, destroying the enemy. Under the influence of this force, Luo Lin felt that he was awkward when using the sword. He could never take action smoothly, and 100% of the force could not be exerted.

Finally, the twenty-one swords of that day were used. When the two wooden swords fought for the last time, with a "crack", the sword body finally couldn't bear the force in it, and it was broken, and the broken mouth was full of fragments.

The old sword saint also completely collapsed on the chair, panting hard. Luo Lin was silent, and even his posture did not change. He was savoring the confrontation just now.

Just now, the old sword saint's power flow was extremely clear, and he deliberately slowed down his movements, so Luo Lin could clearly feel the exquisiteness of it.

The wave force and the drip force seem to be different, but there is something to understand in a vague way. This feels hard to say, but it is enough to make Luo Lin forget everything around him and fall into it.

At the beginning, he stood motionless, and lasted for more than an hour before he suddenly pulled out his soul to refine the Kaitian Sword and started practicing in the martial arts training ground.

At first, he felt that someone was watching him in the martial arts training ground, but he ignored him. After a while, it became dark and he ignored him. Finally, it was pitch black around him, and he couldn't see anything, but Luo Lin had already known the terrain of the martial arts training ground, and he was walking in the dark like a ghost.

At the beginning, he practiced a few swords and stopped for a while. Slowly, the sword became smoother and smoother, and the power flowed more and more as he wanted. Until late at night, although there was a thick ink around him, a bright light quietly lit up in his heart.

When the sword comes out and returns, it is silent, but the air in the martial arts training ground is stirring up a certain force. The wind blows, blew the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, constantly rotating around Luolin, like a earth dragon.

‘Huhuhuhuhu’ The wind kept blowing, the wind became stronger and stronger, and the earth dragon kept rotating. I don’t know how long it took, a sword light flashed in the darkness, and then all the power in the void suddenly dissipated, the wind vanished and the leaves fell, and Luo Lin surrounded him with a circle of fine dust. For a moment, a bright light flashed on the sword in his hand.

This light is like a wave of water, but there are vortexes of different sizes flowing through the waves, pulling out smooth, exquisite and ostentatious curves of earth light and shadow, containing an indescribable sense of power and beauty.

Almost at the same time, the intelligent brain sent information.

Understand martial arts: vortex power.

The power utilization rate has increased by 20%.

Get 10,000 experience

Your level has been upgraded to one level, and the current level is 38.

It was actually 38, and Rolin was not surprised. He fought with a peak continental warrior like Morovogen, and benefited a lot. He also gained Viana spared no effort to instill life magic in the battle. His potential value was only stronger than before. Now, he took advantage of the opportunity to comprehend the new martial arts and upgraded in one fell swoop.

Level 38, wearing legendary elf armor, the power will reach about 540, which is only two levels away from the legendary realm of level 40.

"Papapapapapa" There was applause from the darkness, and then a torch was lit. Luo Lin turned around and found that the Sword Saint and Angela were still standing in the martial arts training ground waiting.

The Sword Saint looked very weak, but his face was full of smiles: "The sword light is like the sea, unfathomable. Morovogen's sword is called Yinyue, what is your sword?"

Luo Lin looked at the soul refining Kaitian Sword in his hand, and felt that Kaitian's name was too domineering, but it lost its charm and was inconsistent with his power. Recalling the exquisite sword light flowing on the sword before, he spoke: "Verm power, Cloud Pattern Sword."

"Okay! Let's get here today, and you and Angela will leave." The Red Moon Sword Saint issued an order to expel guests.

Angela looked at the weak look of the old sword saint and was a little worried. She wanted to speak, but the sword saint waved her hand and stopped her: "Let's go, I want to be quiet."

There was no way, Rollin and Angela had to leave the martial arts training ground. The Sword Saint didn't say he could stay guests, so the butler sent the two to the entrance of the lakeside castle.

The two of them could only ride horses and rushed back to Fire Lion City late at night.

Early the next morning, news came from outside the city that the Red Moon Sword Saint passed away.

For a moment, the whole country was shocked. Luo Lin had a premonition about this. After hearing the news, he just sighed and another hero was over.

The founding ceremony, which was just halfway through the Principality, was cancelled and changed to the funeral of the Sword Saint. The noble lords, who had been arguing about the undead in the south, collectively lost their voices, and everyone felt a deep sense of crisis, and the process of the meeting began to accelerate greatly. The lords began to fully support the Grand Duke.

On the night of the funeral, Luo Lin returned to the Green Mansion. As soon as he entered the door, he realized something was wrong. The hall was too quiet and he sniffed, but there was no smell of blood.

While he was wondering, a tall figure wrapped in an animal skin cloak walked out of the stairs, and a low voice came out: "Count Luolin, we are meeting again." (To be continued...)

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