This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 143 - 132 Entanglement of Fate
Chapter 143: Chapter 132 Entanglement of Fate
Chapter 143 -132 Entanglement of Fate
In the castle, heavy with the scent of blood, Geronimo lay on a pile of Gold Coins, communicating “face to face” with Hoffman Ironfist through magical means.
At this time, calling Geronimo a Half-Dragon seemed somewhat inadequate, as he had already grown a tail. Apart from his legs, which had not yet transformed into the characteristic reverse-jointed shape, he bore little difference from a dragon.
He had devoured the flesh and blood of the Cerberus Family, inheriting their memories and seizing everything from them.
Now, this castle had become Geronimo’s territory.
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Perhaps it was only after becoming a dragon that one could understand why the Dragon Race was fond of gold.
Most dragons were warm-blooded creatures with very high body temperatures. Perhaps it was due to their fiery dragon blood or the powerful magic coursing through their veins, which left most dragons constantly feeling “hot.”
Gold has excellent thermal conductivity, so lying on a pile of gold coins was a pleasurable experience for a Giant Dragon.
Moreover, the relatively soft texture of gold felt just right when it rubbed against Dragon Scales, providing a comfortable sensation for the Giant Dragon. Plus, gold does not spoil easily and does not rust and decay like steel, so even if remnants of blood and rotten flesh fall on it, a simple breath of dragon fire can clean it. Steel, however, would degrade in high temperatures, losing its original shape.
Therefore, gold was the best mattress material for a Giant Dragon.
The so-called dragon’s fondness for shiny things was, in fact, a rumor.
Dragons’ affinity for gold was a physiological need, and their desire for other treasures was not much different from humans’ pursuit of wealth; it was not a pathological craving.
Originally, Geronimo was lying on the gold, enjoying his new life as a dragon, but Hoffman Ironfist’s sudden appearance took him by surprise. However, through the memories he acquired, Geronimo quickly figured out who this Dwarf was.
That’s why Geronimo asked that question.
“Are you planning to go against the Elf Tribe again?”
Hoffman Ironfist, unaware of what had transpired, thought that the Cerberus Family had received a blessing from the Hell Lords and transformed into this appearance.
Therefore, when Geronimo brought up the topic of “dealing with Elves,” Hoffman Ironfist did not have any doubts.
“You’ve already failed once, are you just going to give up? The peace talks will resume soon, and once the Elf Queen returns to the Silvermoon Tribunal, you will no longer have a chance.”
Geronimo thought for a moment and then said, “The Elf Tribe has already fallen into an ambush once; they won’t make the same mistake again, unless, of course, you create another opportunity.”
Geronimo held no grudge against the Elf Tribe, but he was hungry now.
After transforming into a dragon’s form, his body seemed to be constantly in a state of hunger, and although the feeling was not very apparent at the moment, he was very clear that he needed to continuously consume flesh with high magical power to maintain his body from collapsing.
After all, Geronimo was just a youth with immense talent, still far from the Legendary realm.
The Evil Dragon Queen had fortified him with the flesh of a near-Legendary Evil Sorcerer and bestowed divine blessings upon him, transforming him into a legend. To maintain this power, he had to pay a hefty price.
If the Dwarves could provide an opportunity for him to hunt Elves, perhaps after eating that Elf Queen, he could go a long time without needing to hunt.
Hoffman Ironfist said, “Disrupting the peace talks does not necessarily require killing the Elf Queen. Head to the Silvermoon Tribunal; there must be something wrong with it now. If Hell takes advantage of this opportunity to invade the Silvermoon Tribunal, it will definitely teach those Elves a harsh lesson.”
Hoffman Ironfist was still unclear about the specific problem with the Elf Tribe, but it didn’t matter. All problems would be exposed during the war; as long as they began fighting, it would suffice.
This timing would not be too long. The Gates of Hell, however many there were, surely wouldn’t hold back the Elf Tribe’s army for long. Therefore, Hoffman Ironfist planned to make the most of this time and take over the territory of Alchemy City.
Sometimes, war is fought over a matter of timing; there’s no need for a total occupation, just a significant advantage.
But Geronimo shook his head and said, “It’s impossible for me to be your cannon fodder. Do you expect me to pass up an isolated Legend like the Elf Queen and face a group of Legends in the Silvermoon Tribunal? Do you think I’m a fool?”
Turning into a Half-Dragon had made Geronimo as savage as a dragon, but it hadn’t diminished his intellect. He knew very well how dangerous the Silvermoon Tribunal was.
Even though he now possessed all the secrets of the Cerberus Family and controlled two unopened Gates of Hell, such power was still minuscule against the Silvermoon Tribunal. If he dared to open the Gates of Hell there, within two days, the Elf Army would dismantle the portal and likely decapitate him as a bonus.
“You really think you can kill the Elf Queen? Do you not realize she’s currently residing in the castle of that Lich? Your last ambush was spoiled by that same Lich, with powers even greater than the Elf Queen’s; you stand no chance.”
Lich?
Hearing this term, Geronimo narrowed his eyes and snorted heavily, a puff of smoke spewing from his nostrils.
He remembered that it was to confront a Lich that he was chosen by the Paladins for training, wasn’t it?
In the end, Masstar was ambushed by that Lich and was captured alive; the other Paladins ended up the same, captives of the Lich. That was the first time Geronimo was forsaken by the Holy Light.
At that time, he was like a wandering soul, desperately searching for hope to survive within Alchemy City.
Joining the forces of the Laine Empire for the second time also ended with him injured in battle against the Undead, forsaken by the Holy Light for the second time. It seemed that those Undead were also connected to that Lich.
As for the last time he was captured by the Cerberus Family, that too seemed to have something to do with the Lich. From the memories of the Cerberus Family, he knew they had captured people to sacrifice in frenzy because the Lich had been brandishing the flag of “love and justice” to quell the war, so the Cerberus Family wanted to stir the waters before a truce.
All of this, because of that Lich?
Geronimo had a strange feeling—why was every hardship in his life related to that Lich?
The feeling of being entwined by fate gave Geronimo a special urge. If he could devour the soul of that Lich, wouldn’t it be even more beneficial for him?
The devouring desire from his Dragon Bloodline began to surge. Geronimo said to Hoffman Ironfist, “I can continue to strike at this Elf Queen, but you have to help.”
Hoffman Ironfist frowned and asked, “How do you want us to help?”
“I don’t know, but I need you to find a way to separate that Lich from the Elf Queen. I will break them one by one,” Geronimo said confidently.
I still control two unopened Gates of Hell. Once opened, I can summon an endless Hellish Army. Killing one or two legends is not difficult, and with my own power added, it’s even more foolproof.
After pondering for a moment, Hoffman Ironfist said, “We cannot fight the Lich in his own castle. That is the most foolish choice. I will lure them out and then split them up. I will give you the location in advance, still using an ambush tactic to kill the Elf Queen first.”
Geronimo nodded and said, “That could work.”
Hoffman Ironfist added, “But whether it succeeds or fails, you will be accountable for it. We Dwarves will only create the opportunity and will not lend a hand.”
Geronimo responded with sarcasm, “Heh, are Dwarves such hypocritical creatures? Wanting the benefit but not daring to fight for it themselves, only resorting to these shady methods.”
Hoffman Ironfist disdainfully retorted, “You’re not in a position to speak to us that way—just a bunch of Hell-worshipping trash. You sewer rats should be thankful for the slight chance we’re giving you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even be able to touch an Elf’s hair and would spend your lives tricking old farmers into killing their children in some godforsaken backwater.”
Geronimo didn’t retort, just stared at Hoffman Ironfist, his vertical pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints. He knew Hoffman Ironfist’s insults were actually aimed at the Cerberus Family, but Geronimo was still furious. He couldn’t accept a Dwarf provoking the Dragon Race like this.
All he wanted now was to drag this crippled Dwarf out and crack open his skull to suck out his brain.
Hoffman Ironfist felt uncomfortable under Geronimo’s gaze. This monster before him seemed different from the Cerberus Family he remembered; had a creature from Hell replaced the Cerberus Family?
But Hoffman Ironfist couldn’t worry about that. Negotiating these kinds of sinister schemes didn’t require courtesies. Since neither side were good people, one had to dominate the other.
What Hoffman Ironfist represented was the Dwarf Kingdom; no matter how fallen, they wouldn’t yield to some Hell spawn.
“Remember, it’s me who’s giving you creatures of darkness the chance to continue wreaking havoc on the battlefield, so you should be grateful and do what you must. Don’t be as useless as last time,” he left with that forceful remark and then cut off the communication.
Although Geronimo’s vertical pupils still haunted his mind, Hoffman quickly calmed himself down and started thinking of ways to create opportunities for these Hell creatures.
Now, the only chance to get the Elves out of the castle was the formal peace talks. The Dwarf Race would also be present, and it wouldn’t be easy to separate Amberser and Katherine. Hoffman Ironfist wasn’t ready to expose his collaboration with Hell, and choosing to act on that day would surely alert Amberser and the Elves of the scheme.
Therefore, a reason must be found before the formal talks could begin that would compel them to leave the castle. Then a way to separate them could be devised.
After some thought, Hoffman Ironfist approached Hake Stone and said, “Old friend, I want to invite Master Ultraman for a drink. Before negotiations restart, I’d like to confirm the terms of the talks with him. It would be best to visit his home, if possible.”
Hake Stone was leisurely sipping blood when he heard Hoffman Ironfist’s request. He quickly pounded his chest and said, “Alright, I’ll go find him right away, and take the opportunity to visit his home. I gave him quite a few Obsidian Gargoyles; I need to see if he’s going to install them.”
