Four-Armed Divine Emperor

A blood connection surged into El's heart as their palms touched. A weak, but definitely born consciousness was calling out to him. It was still a chaotic mumbling that he could not understand, but El was absolutely sure that this was his child.

"My child... my eldest son..."

He has been thinking about many things these days, but at this moment it seems that only one thing is the most important.

"What should I name you?"

Chapter 17: Gifts and Liars

"Horus"?

It sounds nice and has symbolic meaning, but this symbolic meaning is more or less tainted with other things.

Big birthday celebration or something...

"Caesar"?

He is domineering enough, but not like in the world of Il. If he is called Octavian or Augustus, then he is an adopted son and this one is a biological one.

"Alexander"?

It's so domineering, but it's not auspicious that he died young.

"Karl", "Constantine", "Altria", "Nero", "Edward", "Ceobe", "Sakata Kintoki"?

......

Al's thoughts raced rapidly, with a lot of random knowledge swirling around in his mind.

Just as El was staying beside the sleeping female knight, thinking of a name for his eldest son, a group of uninvited guests also arrived in Muten at the same time.

A group of white-robed knights led the way, followed by a team pulling seven or eight carriages. They arrived at the city gates. Under the watchful eyes of the guards, a messenger holding a white banner ran to the city gate. He planted the white banner, symbolizing "coming in peace," into the ground and shouted, "I am the Western Lord of Xerxes, a brave and fearless warrior, a wise man enlightened by the Holy Sorcerer, the Grand Prince of Satrap, the heir of fire with aurora and white flames flowing within me, and the messenger of King Adwin!"

"On behalf of the Grand Prince, I have come to pay my respects to the noble sage of the earth and offer my respects to His Highness!"

"The vehicles on this trip are all gifts to the Sage!"

After the messenger explained his purpose, he gestured to his companions, indicating that they should open the vehicle and show it to the people in the city.

"Boom!"

So the accompanying team members started to take action, either removing the covers of the carriages to reveal the contents inside - the glittering gold and silver reflected a dazzling glow in the sun, making the soldiers on the city wall feel dizzy. The carts of treasures carried in the carriages were something that not only them, but probably most of the nobles in the expeditionary force had never seen in their lives.

For a moment, the soldiers on the city wall could not help but gather around, looking at the convoy and breathing rapidly.

The first three carts were loaded with gold and silver, and the following four carts were loaded with:

In a huge cage lay a beast that looked like a lion and a tiger with wings on its back; on a cart stood three short, funny-looking half-dwarfs, who seemed to be very familiar with the place and even waved and greeted people on the city wall; it was also a prison cart, but it contained not only wild beasts, but strictly speaking, "half-human, half-beast" creatures.

A creature that at first glance would be mistaken for a large fox was lying lazily in the prison van, curled up like a liger, with its furry tail covering its entire body. When "it" was startled by the movement outside, it stood up and stretched its body, revealing its curvy figure to everyone.

I saw a fox girl with black hair hanging down to the ground like a waterfall, a pair of animal ears trembling a few times on her head, standing facing the wind, with three white marks on each side of her face, yawning lazily, and her breasts stretching so much that the simple fur covering them was about to fall off. She looked around with tearful eyes, and her natural charm made the entourage around her dare not raise their heads and look directly at the beast girl in the cage.

An orc slave girl.

Three masked women wrapped in black veils walked out of the last car. Except for their eyes and bare feet that were occasionally exposed when they walked, the rest of their bodies were wrapped tightly. They were decorated with many tiny bells, necklaces, and gold rings, which jingled when they moved.

After stating his purpose, the envoy asked to be allowed into the city immediately. He was here on behalf of a secular king to pay a visit to a White Tower sage who had come here. Other secular forces had no right to hinder or interfere with his request for an audience.

The status of the mage is so special that although the Devgaelic people do not want the gift-giving team of their old enemy to have any contact with their own mage, they dare not deliberately delay, let alone kill this team.

Because in theory there is such a "tradition" that secular lords cannot be stopped from seeking to see the sage of the White Tower, that is, the mage, no matter whether the two parties are enemies or not.

It is even more impossible to intercept those who come to deliver gifts.

The soldiers turned their eyes to their commander, a brave armored warrior who was the lowest-ranking noble reserve in the territory. If he made military achievements, he might be granted a territory and become a fiefdom warrior.

The latter took off his mask and hesitated for a while. Seeing that the person sent to deliver the message had not reported yet, he could only grit his teeth.

"Let them in, take them to the square, and leave the rest to the master above."

So the roadblock was removed, and several Devngel soldiers reluctantly walked in front to lead Xerxes' delegation. They suppressed their inner disgust and the excitement of the large cart of heavy gifts.

"Damn slave."

The samurai commander did not go down from the gate tower. He stood on the city wall and looked down at the enemy team entering the city with open gifts. He cursed in a low voice and spat outside the city.

The Xerxes were wealthy, of course, mainly nobles, wealthy merchants, and large slave owners.

The distribution of wealth among the Bleu people is relatively equal.

Suddenly, his sight caught a glimpse of the fox girl squatting on the ground in the second-to-last car. She was wearing animal skins, with a pair of fox ears erect, looking around curiously, as if she was very surprised by the scene she had never seen before.

The warrior was in a high position and could look down just enough to catch a glimpse of the deep groove covered by the animal skin. He was deeply amazed by the stunning appearance that perfectly combined innocence and charm, innocence and enchantment.

"It's great to be a wizard."

The warrior thought to himself, full of envy for the mysterious and powerful lord.

In the world of Il, as long as you are a wizard, you will be a guest of honor wherever you go. It is a little better in the prosperous realm because the number of wizards there is very high. Although they are still respected, it is not as exaggerated as if you will be the center of attention wherever you go, unless you are an elite wizard with outstanding abilities and a master.

But in this wild land of Thurso, the total number of mages in the surrounding kingdoms is less than single digits.

As soon as Adwin recruited a wizard, he began to engage in war and expansion. In just one year, he expanded his territory by nearly one-third. He fought more than ten battles, big and small. The wizard only took action three times, but all three times he established the outcome of the battle.

Now that Devengail had a mage to assist him, the expeditionary force wiped out the entire western garrison with a surprise attack. They recaptured the western outpost that had been captured at the cost of thousands of casualties. However, the enemy's first reaction was not to send envoys to intimidate, abuse, or negotiate, but to:

A wizard is coming? I have to go and pay my respects to him—and then see if we can negotiate.

The master is a Brahmin, a celestial being. In this remote place, he is the best of the best.

Al thought he was quite lustful and wanton. He had just come here for a few days when he knocked down a female knight, captured a princess captive and fucked her the next day. He was obsessed with women every day and was criticized for everything. What he didn't understand was:

The characteristic of being fond of women can be said to be a "popular" hobby in the continent of Tartarus. Not to mention Elto, a female prisoner, even if he wanted to get a servant territory for himself, the German Gaels who regarded him as a sage of the country would find a way to get it for him.

As for female beauty, this is the easiest. In the fantasy world, the per capita upper limit is much higher than in another world. There are ladies who smell good and can be fucked any amount without worrying about getting pregnant, beautiful ladies of aristocratic blood in the castle, and tribal flowers who are exposed to the wind and sun every day but have such good skin that they don't smell bad even without taking a bath... These are really possible.

Besides, the population is there, and there will always be a lot of beautiful women if you look for them in every village. In the eyes of secular lords, contrary to Ai'er's concept, people are not as valuable as gold, silver and land.

If they could get the help of a wizard with the help of a woman, it would be a dream come true for secular lords.

.........

"I feel like I'm about to give birth."

The female knight had a serious expression and held El's hand tightly.

"Ah."

"You're right. For the sake of the fetus, it's not convenient to do it for the time being."

"Ah."

"It's really hard for that princess to satisfy you alone... Mu Teng has quite a few people around him. Can you ask the soldiers to find one for you?"

El's head collapsed on the female knight's forehead.

He complained: "I saw that you were quite decisive, courageous and capable of execution before. Now you are afraid that I will regret it?"

It was not until the Xerxes sent an envoy with valuable gifts to meet El that the female knight, who had been feeling sleepy from eating and drinking to take care of her pregnancy, immediately perked up and followed El to meet the envoy.

Of course, in order to prevent her mortal enemy from knowing that the Devengale woman was pregnant with the wizard's child, she disguised herself as a rough woman and hid aside.

Al received the messenger.

The innocent and charming fox slave girl, the oriental dancer with stunning dancing skills, the ferocious and rare monster, the skillful southern halfling who is good at telling jokes and cooking...

Of course, the last two are not important, but the first two gave Ansuna a lot of stimulation.

In terms of halo appearance, she could not compare with the fox girl, and was on par with the three black-robed dancers, but the latter were three to one, and it was obvious that they definitely surpassed her in terms of enjoyment alone.

It was difficult for Al to refuse the gift that was delivered to his door, but he just didn't touch it out of caution.

This caused the fetus in her belly to grow rapidly. The excessive eating in the past few days seemed to have affected her brain, so that the female knight, who had been dizzy all day, suddenly became alert.

Her bond with El had grown quickly, and now her belly was so big, but it wasn't exactly strong.

She can promise that she will not betray or break the contract, but what about El... This "contract" can only be completed unilaterally, and the initiative is always in El's hands.

Even if Al now felt that Devon Gale had no future and insisted on visiting Xerxes, Ansuna could not be sure that she could uphold her duties and work hard for the family.

So she was a little panicked, but her mind was not as sharp as before, so she had to use words like "the baby will be born soon" to try to deepen the bond between Al and her, and also tried to find a few more Devon Gaelic women for the lustful and vigorous Al, to stabilize Al's tendencies as much as possible.

As for these little thoughts, Al knew them all clearly in his mind. He didn't need to guess and could see them at a glance.

Although he is not a good person, he still has basic moral principles. If you say that the other party is overwhelming and aggressive, and you have no chance of winning, and you send someone to extend an olive branch, then for the purpose of self-protection, El may take the female knight to see whether she will defect or run away.

But if you just offer a huge sum of money to win him over, he will just accept it all. If he moves a few times and walks out of Devon Gale's territory, he would be a fool.

"Stupid woman."

He rubbed Ansuna's face.

"Do you still remember when we first met?"

The female knight rubbed El's palm with her cheek in a flattering manner, like a docile female cat.

El held her hand with one hand, pressed her breast with the other hand at Ansuna's request, held a book with one hand, and touched her face with the other hand. The four arms had clear division of labor, which was very convenient.

"I told you not to lie to me."

"I can feel."

The female knight was stunned for a moment, thinking that El was talking about her. Her frequently fluctuating IQ suddenly became reliable, and she opened her eyes wide, "You mean?"

"Since he gave me a gift, I think he's a good person. If it comes to that in the future, I won't do anything too extreme."

Although Al appeared calm on the surface, he was actually shouting, roaring, and groaning in his heart.

His mind was racing, even his lance was a little erect.

A storm was brewing, and Al's body and mind were excited by it.

"But if he wants to play tricks on me, then...it doesn't matter." He kissed the woman's forehead.

"I have a feeling our offspring will be born in a storm, and will be extraordinary. Just rest assured and take care of the baby. I will take advantage of your legion."

The envoy held up a large white banner symbolizing peace, and was almost submissive and flattering when he met him. His disguise could be said to be very perfect. He also declared that King Adwin respected the wizard and hoped to give him the Wall Plain where Muten was as a gift. He also said that he had prepared a large and fertile fief as a gift to Aiel in his territory. He did not even ask him to go to the western territory, which was a nominal enclave. Aiel could continue to serve Devangel as long as the two countries stopped fighting.

But Al doesn't just look at the surface of a person, he can directly see into a person's heart.

When the messenger arrived in Muteng with the peace proposal, a large elite army was also on its way to "practice peace."

As expected, the "holy wizard" whom King Adwin relied on must be in the army.

......

Al watched the messenger in the field performing diligently, his eyes occasionally moving to the gift in the cage. The stunningly beautiful and enchanting fox girl was yawning because of boredom in the cage, and a pair of papaya-sized breasts trembled in a breathtaking arc on her chest.

He stared at the peas, listened to the liar, and thought to himself:

"Then let's fight, fight first, and talk about it after we're done."

Chapter 18: The Honor of a Slave

An eagle with golden wings flew low over the sky.

Its sharp vision was enough for it to catch prey on the ground from an altitude of tens of thousands of meters. Today, it quickly locked onto its target, slowly lowered its altitude, and was about to dive down when an arrow accompanied by a shrill scream shot behind it like lightning.

At the most critical moment, the eagle flapped its wings and narrowly avoided the hidden arrow. After letting out a cry of fear and anger, it soared into the sky, and soon only a small black dot could be seen on the ground.

"Humph!"

The man handed the longbow to the slave guard beside him. The latter took the bow and arrow like an iron statue, held it in his hand and stood there without saying a word.

This is a team of Xerxes. Although there are only a dozen of them, it can be seen from their equipment and weapons that they must be an elite force.

"Malik!"

The man who had failed to succeed in shooting the Condor Heroes was just about to continue his previous fun while galloping on his horse when a voice came from afar.

"whispering sound."

The man made a dissatisfied sound and threw the woman he had just grabbed from the horse aside. The naked woman rolled on the ground, but the hard stones and sharp grass leaves did not make any sound. Compared with the scars left on her body, the pain was nothing but insignificant.

The man dismounted not far from him and walked quickly to Malik. On the way, his eyes casually glanced at the naked female body with her hands tied behind her back and lying face down on the ground, and punched him in the chest.

"This war is important, and you're running around alone!"

"Sadiq, you're making a big deal out of nothing. I just don't want to smell the burning ruins, so I'm going to take shelter upwind." After saying that, Malik, the man from The Legend of the Condor Heroes, tilted his head and looked at the naked woman on the ground.

"Would you like to taste it? This woman tastes good. The women of the mountain people are more barbaric than slaves, but they are more rewarding to conquer."

Sadik glanced at the mountain woman lying on the ground. She was breathless and didn't even move. She frowned and refused, "I'm not interested in corpses."