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Chapter 1798 - Capítulo 1798: 1798: Dream

    <strong>Capítulo 1798: Chapter 1798: Dream</strong>


    “It’s just an illusion, Your Majesty, don’t take it seriously.” The old man slightly bowed and softly exined, “Dream creation is somewhat ethereal, but sometimes it seems to predict the future. I am not a dream creator, so I don’t know what happened in Your Majesty’s dream.”


    Originally thinking it was just a false rm, Den Marsh felt his heart tighten again.<fne034> ???? ????s? ???????s ?? f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fne034>


    Prophecy?


    The dream just now was realistic enough.


    If he wasn’t sitting here safely, Den Marsh might really suspect he had been killed.


    He looked up at the four elders in front of him, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.


    That sense of trust began to copse.


    In its ce was caution and vignce.


    “Your Majesty, what happened? What did you dream about?” Hayden Marsh asked with a cheerful smile.


    This smile reminded Den Marsh once again of the smile Hayden Marsh revealed after killing him in the nightmare.


    “Nothing… nothing.” Den Marsh said absent-mindedly, quickly shifting his gaze to Lillian Tompson: “Miss Tompson, what do you mean…”


    “We can assist you in defeating the people of Boulevard Mountain, as for the condition… I want Han Caldwell.” Lillian Tompson said expressionlessly.


    The Priests of the Ghost Martial Tribe discovered a strong person in the Caldwell Family, and this strong person is rted to the leader Pruitt Wilde.


    Thinking about it, Han Caldwell must know about this.


    Only by finding this person can they solve the strange phenomenon of the Ghost Martial Tribe appearing in Boulevard Mountain.


    The main thing is that the Ghost Martial Tribe needs to find Pruitt Wilde’s body to fulfill the mission of resurrecting the ancestor.


    “Alright, alright.” Den Marsh smiled and nodded, but whether speaking or moving, he felt particrly ufortable.


    After a brief exchange, Lillian Tompson led the shaman out of the room.


    “High Priest.”


    After walking several hundred meters, Lillian Tompson asked softly: “Will the ck Pine League fall into internal strife?”


    “Holy Maiden.” The old man stopped and lowered his voice as well: “In this world, no king would tolerate someone around them posing a threat. The king of the ck Pine League has already developed a rift with his four uncles. Next, we should just watch how it unfolds.”


    “Is the person who triggered the ancestor’s porcin statue really in the White Dragon League?” Lillian Tompson seemed excited.


    This person could be rted to the resurrection of the ancestor.


    After the Priest sent back the news, the head High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe personally came out.


    To investigate this matter.


    “That’s right, I’mpletely sure.” The shaman thought briefly and said, “I carried the ancestor’s porcin statue and tested it among the three groups of Martial Artists in Boulevard Mountain. The other two groups had no reaction, only this route had a great glow.”


    “Good! Once we capture all these Boulevard Mountain people, we’ll turn them over to the High Priest for you to interrogate one by one.” Lillian Tompson looked up at the sky.


    Could it be that the grand endeavor of resurrecting the ancestor is finally seeing the light of dawn?


    “Let’s hope so.” There was a trace of sadness in the shaman’s tone: “Our Ghost Martial Tribe has been waiting for this day for over five thousand years!”


    …


    At the same time.


    Five hundred miles away from Neolle Leocadia.


    Three powerful n Leaders within the ck Pine League gathered together to discuss strategies.


    “Mr. Jackson, how about the three of us seize this opportunity to violently seize power? It seems like Den Marsh and the four Princes of the Marsh Family hold hostility against us.” Micah Ridge tentatively asked.


    “I agree with Mr. Lake’s idea. Since the days of Dorian Marsh’s grandfather, Neolle Leocadia has been aiming for us. Fortunately, Dorian Marsh died early, and his son was young, which dyed Neolle Leocadia’s pressure on us.” Frederick Jackson chimed in support.


    The two of them looked toward thest elder.


    Hussein Cook of the Cook Family.


    The Cook, Ridge, and Jackson families followed the first generation ck Pine King in conqueringnds in the old days.


    After establishing the ck Pine League, the three families were richly rewarded.


    This served both to reward the meritorious figures and to better guard the territory for the three families.


    But four hundred years ago, a particrly vile king emerged in the ck Pine League.


    During his reign, the foolish king indulged in debauchery every day and arbitrarily ughtered league members.


    He finally provoked public outrage and was killed on the throne.


    Internal strife has never been a trivial matter.


    Amidst the differing opinions on who should seed, heavyweights within Neolle Leocadia and several major families battled it out once again.


    Finally, the three families stepped in to stabilize the situation.


    This turmoil dealt a fatal blow to Neolle Leocadia’s power!


    The three families, due to their merits in protecting the court, for a time overshadowed Neolle Leocadia.


    Fortunately, the descendants of the Marsh Family exerted efforts to rejuvenate, and after a century, rebuilt Neolle Leocadia’s power and began to suppress the three families.


    Now, as the ck Pine League faces a crisis, the three families band together again.


    “In my opinion, it’s best we turncoat. After all, we’re subjects of the Holy Lord. From what I know, a significant number of the Martial Artists from Boulevard Mountain belong to the Undead Tribe. By all appearances, Boulevard Mountain has the upper hand.” Hussein Cook lifted his teacup, taking a gentle sip: “The envoy of Boulevard Mountain came to find me. He’s right outside my door now.”


    As soon as he finished speaking.


    The door was pushed open.


    A man in ck clothes and a ck hat strode in front of the three.


    “Let me introduce him.” Hussein Cook pointed at the man in ck: “This is Devlin, the strategist of Boulevard Mountain. It is his presence that makes me decide to support Boulevard Mountain.”


    “Him? What skills does he have?” Frederick Jackson and Micah Ridge’s curiosity was piqued.


    The three families boasted numerous strong individuals with countless experts in their ranks.


    What kind of ability does someone need to have to earn Hussein Cook’s trust like this?


    “My skills are not exceptional, just an ordinary person from Boulevard Mountain.” Devlin reached into his clothing and took out a dark weapon box.


    Frederick Jackson and Micah Ridge instinctively took two steps back.


    Worried that the darts inside would shoot at them.


    “What is this trick!”


    Frederick Jackson looked at Hussein Cook, thetter remained unfazed.


    “Gentlemen, watch carefully.” Devlin aimed the dark weapon box at his own head and pulled the trigger!


    Swoosh!


    The dark weapon box sounded.


    The dart shot through the skull and out.


    The sound of the dark weapon box startled Frederick Jackson, and when he looked at Devlin again, he stood there as if nothing happened.


    “The Undead Tribe of Boulevard Mountain?” Micah Ridge widened his eyes, pointing at Devlin in astonishment.


    They had all heard of the Undead Tribe in Boulevard Mountain, but none had seen them.


    Seeing it today, they couldn’t help but feel a chill in their hearts.


    It was terrifying!


    “Indeed, these are the undead of Boulevard Mountain. With these people, I believe Demarco Mount is no match.” Hussein Cook said with a chuckling voice: “Mr. Devlin, how many undead like you are there in Boulevard Mountain?”


    “A thousand.” Devlin spoke inly.


    His purpose here was to form an agreement between the ck Pine League and the Undead Tribe.


    By the way, to eliminate the group in the West Tower.


    For some reason, he always felt uneasy about leaving those people alive.


    “Tomorrow morning, Mr. Devlin will go with us to the court. Find the right opportunity to kill that kid Den Marsh. After that, we three families will send troops to surround Neolle Leocadia and drive the Marsh Family away!”


    Hussein Cook clenched his fists and said with a ferocious tone.


    Frederick Jackson and Micah Ridge looked at him strangely, seemingly unable to understand why Hussein Cook was so resolute.


    Perhaps, it had to do with Hussein Cook’s dreamst night.


    In the dream, Hussein Cook was stabbed to death by Den Marsh with a sword.


    It was very realistic.
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