Chapter 61: The Born King (Part 1)

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"You came at the right time. Everyone is going to see the Star Prince. There is no one there, so don't worry about being discovered."

"I like you, buddy." Beside a private house in Dragon Clouds City, a short and stout man put his arms around Cohen Karabyan's shoulders and laughed loudly: "Even without Kaslan's recommendation, I can watch Come on, you're a good guy."

"Only those who have served in the military have such a body!"

Miranda walked silently behind them, watching Cohn socialize with Kaslan's friends by himself.

Cohen made full use of his experience of spending five years on the front line of the border and hanging out with the big soldiers, and responded without any unfamiliarity.

"You too! Big belt! Look at those muscles, they don't look like they're retired!" Cohen also responded with a hearty laugh: "By the way, how did you get this nickname? Kaslan never told me. "

"This..."

"It's the story when I was watching the troops on the glacier." The man nicknamed the big belt changed his expression when he heard the words, and his face was full of pride, "I was still a recruit at that time. There was a raid."

"So you're an elite scout from Glacier Watch!" Cohen said with surprise on his face, "No wonder... so you've had a lot of fights with orcs?"

"More than that!" Big Belt laughed proudly: "I have served in the 38th Sentinel for ten years, and the brothers in my team and I killed a total of fifty-two orcs!"

Cohen was in awe.

orc.

These "ancient enemies" have been fighting against mankind since the age of savagery.

That is not an enemy that can be easily dealt with.

"Back to the origin of the big belt... That was my first battle. When I was on duty, five or six orcs entered the sentry." The big belt shook his head: "We met one head-on, son of a bitch ugly thing, nearly eight feet high, with wrists thicker than my thighs!"

"The son of a bitch killed our three brothers and suffered a lot of injuries. I was the last one. I was beaten to pieces by him," the big belt said with joy, and beat his chest fiercely from time to time. "I was I thought, there is no other way, so I simply pulled out the standard belt of the sentinel, jumped on his shoulder, and then..."

Following the words, the big leash gritted its teeth, exerted all its strength, and put an arm around Cohen's neck: "Just like this... tie a knot and strangle it tightly!"

Cohen pulled his neck and coughed violently, feeling the excessive enthusiasm of the other party.

"I'm riding on his shoulders, pulling the belt desperately with my right hand, and holding that little broken shield with my left hand! That bastard bastard raised his warhammer and greeted me madly, repeatedly!" Miranda said strangely. Under his eyes, the big belt shook Cohen's neck desperately, making the latter dizzy.

"Until it limply fell to the ground, my shield was almost shattered."

"Ah!" Cohen recovered from the dizziness, and raised his head in surprise: "You didn't let go, did you? The more seriously injured orcs are near death, the stronger the counterattack will be!"

"That's right!"

"Brother, you are a know-it-all!" The big belt slapped his thigh and said loudly, "Never let go! This is a lesson I learned later - I thought it was dead, so I let go of the belt …In the end, that damned beast bounced up like it was resurrected, screaming, and clung to my head tightly!"

"Fortunately, His Majesty the King was inspecting the north at that time, and the White Blade Guard came to support him. Kaslan arrived in time, and opened the back of that son of a bitch with an axe!"

"I was almost out of breath! But from that day on, they called me 'big belt'! Haha!"

Cohen sighed, thinking of his past on the Western Wild Front.

"So, you also fought with the orcs?" The big belt showed great interest and asked curiously.

"Yes, but they are not glacier orcs, but desert orcs." Cohen smiled: "We used to be mercenaries there, and the way to deal with orcs is to keep your head down,

Attack from behind or from the crotch. "

"Ah, this is what the imperial people in the south do. They go around in circles with the orcs," the big belt murmured. Here, the best way is to make a frontal assault, make a quick decision, and kill with one blow."

Cohen nodded approvingly: "It's different in the desert. Orcs have a high tolerance to scorching heat and are not afraid of the high temperature brought by metal armor. They have equipment ranging from plate armor to chain armor. I have even seen them armed to the crotch. The orcs in the department, at this time, we must use our dexterity to find opportunities to hit the vital point..."

While chatting enthusiastically about each other's battlefield experiences, the big belt finally brought them into the house.

"Oh, look at you, a typical Northland girl, she's big and has big breasts, and she's pretty." The big belt let them into the room, and when they saw Miranda beside Cohen, their eyes lit up: "Ka Slan introduced you here... Do you want to consider staying? There are several good guys here who are single, and there are even tough guys who have retired from the White Blade Guard..."

Miranda's expression changed immediately, and she looked at Cohen in embarrassment.

Cohen spread his hands, indicating that he had nothing to do with it.

But the big belt immediately frowned, shook his head and said, "Forget it...they are not good enough for you—they are all bad people who want to make quick money and don't want to work hard in their hometown. If you can't take care of your family, what qualifications do you have to please a good woman like you."

The big belt sighed: "I have high eyes and low hands, and I can't support myself. I deserve to be single on Singles' Day."

Miranda said nothing, just listened to what the big belt had to say.

"A girl from the Northland who is as tall as you is strong and strong. According to the standards of those upper-class people - the skin is also white. It must be a sought-after item in my hometown," the big belt sat down and chattered. : "I have three younger sisters, so I know that a girl of your age is impulsive and passionate, and always looks down on the boys around the house. She wants to go out and find opportunities to meet the bravest, most courageous, and most successful fighters." fighters, maybe there is a chance to marry him.”

"But believe me, the outside world looks wonderful, but it is much more complicated and difficult to understand than my hometown. The men outside may be handsome in armor, but they are still not as pure and single-minded as the foolish boys in my hometown—listen to my advice , you, you should go home well, weave the thickest robe, make the toughest dagger, and make the most beautiful wreath, and use them to choose the most sincere boy from the boys who surround you. Yes, but don't rush to give him sweet treats and whet his appetite... Then wait for him to be recruited and come back from the battlefield - this is the standard for a man to become a man - and then look at his mind, If he still hasn't changed, hang your wreath around that young man's neck, and take him to your parents..."

"Don't care about his family property, and don't care about his background. The most important thing is that he is responsible and responsible. He really loves you, cares about you, knows how to love you, and it's better to be a little afraid of you... these days, family wealth Neither Wanguan nor noble origin can make up for the lack of sincerity..."

Cohen held his stomach tightly, suppressed a smile, and looked at Miranda's darkening face.

"I often tell my daughter this way: when I grow up, I will marry a good man, but it must be someone who truly loves her. I also hope that one day I can hand her over to a good man..." Daddy The belt was spitting all over the place when he was talking, when he suddenly frowned.

Cohen looked at the ugly face of the big belt in surprise.

The latter suddenly stood up and rushed out of the house.

"You... I thought you were going to see the prince enter the city, but you actually hid here!"

Before the two people in the room could react, the next second, there were a few screams of boys and girls outside the room.

"Father, please stop! Kevin...he just came over to give me something..."

"Uncle... speak slowly if you have something to say... ah!"

Then the shocking roar of the big belt sounded:

"Send things?"

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, bloody brat!"

"Get out! Get out! Stay away from my daughter, away from Secia!"

"My daughter is not yet ready to marry! If she dares to come to Secia secretly again..."

"I'll break all three of your legs!"

With the accompaniment of the chickens and dogs dancing next door, Cohen stared dumbfounded at the big belt whose words and deeds were inconsistent, and exchanged glances with Miranda on the opposite side.

Then they both burst into laughter.

While smiling, Miranda raised her head and looked at the Palace of Heroes on the hillside in the distance.

Her vision quickly became blurred.

Hometown silly boy.

Simple and dedicated...

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Unlike Fuxing Palace, which has a simple and consistent style inside and outside, the interior decoration of Yingling Palace is very contradictory. The animal heads made as trophies, etc., are exquisitely carved in many places, such as some special finely carved floor tiles, the ceiling dome with paintings in the corners, the extravagant unextinguishable lamp holders and so on.

The traces of history and time are also inconsistent. The material and color of the wall bricks in some corners seem to have lasted for hundreds of years, and some places have obviously been renovated within a few years.

If you want him to say it, the interior of the Palace of Heroes is like layers of murals, new marks piled up on the marks of the past, history and the present are intertwined.

But Thales has no intention of appreciating these at all.

Under Michael's signal, the second prince of the stars passed the white-bladed guards who were not looking sideways, walked through countless corridors, and slowly walked towards a circular stone hall that looked like an oval.

The lighting here does not seem to be good, the light is dim, but there is a burning brazier on the iron frame in the stone hall, driving away the cold and bringing some wobbly lighting.

Like Rumba, it's a brazier again... The lords of Exeter like braziers so much?

Thales complained secretly in his heart.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and stepped into the stone hall.

Michael didn't follow in, and the gate slammed shut behind the traverser.

Thales saw from a distance, a brown and black rectangular table with a simple and heavy shape, stretching in the center of the stone hall.

At the other end of the long table, facing Thales, sat a white-haired old man.

He was about sixty or seventy years old, dressed in a thick red and black robe, and wore a dark golden crown. The crown looked very plain, and there was only a dark red gemstone inlaid on the forehead.

The old man put his hands on the table but bowed his head in silence. Because of the distance and light, Thales couldn't see his appearance clearly.

But Thales already knew his identity.

Thales approached the quaint long table.

On the left and right sides of the old man, sat five men with different descriptions and different clothes, two on the left and three on the right.

If there is anything they have in common, it is that from the moment Thales stepped into the stone hall, five men of different ages all cast unfriendly or even fierce eyes, looking at the seven-year-old boy .

One king, five grand dukes.

Thales stood in front of the long table, and immediately frowned: the Exeters didn't leave even a seat for him.

Not good.

He gritted his teeth lightly.

He had to stand on the cold stone ground, facing the six most powerful lords of Exeter, and because of his height, he had to look up.

This made the atmosphere in front of him very unfavorable to him.

It seems to have returned to the age of beggars——Thinking of this, the traveler laughed out loud in his heart.

Thales calmed down his mood. The storms and waves he experienced since Red Square Street gave him a lot of experience. Even in the face of the most dangerous situation, he is confident that he can calm down in an instant and find a way out.

and……

Thales cast his eyes on the five people on both sides in front of him, but because of the backlight, the faces of the five people were hidden in the dark and not very clear, only pairs of pupils flickered in the firelight, putting tremendous pressure on the visitors .

And the culprit who joined forces with Grand Duke Charmain Lombard and Duke Val Allende to try to get involved in the replacement of the throne, assassinated the prince twice, one of which was successful, and even set off an unprecedented diplomatic crisis between the two countries...

The chief culprit who almost caused war and conflict, brought disaster and death...

It is also the chief culprit who has ended up in this field today...

Just among these five people... Thales looked at the five shadowy figures in the darkness and clenched their fists secretly.

And his only possible ally, and not a very friendly one.

Thales raised his head and looked at the old man at the farthest side of the table.

A supreme ruler who has just lost his beloved son.

He couldn't help noticing that the cloth flags marked with the dragon gun in the cloud were hung all around the stone hall, only behind the old man was a huge square fireplace, and a black wall was inlaid on the wall above the fireplace. Wall shelf made of wood.

On the ledge is a spear with a strange shape and unknown material.

Different from the ancient knight spears with guards and fixed handles that Thales saw in the books of Mindis Hall, although this spear is a full two meters long, it has no guards and is as thick as it is. The grip part of the two-thirds of the gun body is specially frosted. The gun body shines with a silvery metallic color, but the gun head is black and shiny. It is equipped with a square tapered sharp edge, which looks ferocious and sharp.

"Soul-killing gun."

A deep and slow voice sounded in the stone hall.

"That's the weapon Nakaru once used, and it's also the family emblem of Walton, and the reason why we are called the Dragonlance family." Face in the dark.

It was a resolute but wrinkled face. Under the silver-white hair color, there was a typical appearance of northerners. The eyes were sunken, the bridge of the nose was high, and the outline was prominent. coldly.

"Its sharpness and danger are said to be comparable only to Xingchen's Judgment Gun, and there are countless dead souls under the gun."

"In the past hundreds of years, it has slaughtered and severely injured countless enemies, even if it is as insidious as the 'Mourning Grand Duke', as vicious as the 'Human Slayer' Sylla Dark Thunder, as powerful as the 'Wolf Enemy' Keira, and as fierce as Nightwing The king, the magician who is as strange as power."

Thales frowned slightly.

Thales suddenly remembered Kaslan's evaluation of the old man in front of him:

"He was a good king in his youth, a typical Walton bruiser."

Thales and the old man looked at each other, and he found that the other party had a pair of blue eyes. He wondered if it was the inheritance of the Walton family - anyway, he did not inherit Kessel's sky blue eyes...

Thales was taken aback suddenly, and he remembered what Queen Keya had said about his gray eyes—it was a feature derived from his mother.

His thoughts came back to his eyes.

But Thales then felt shuddering.

He more or less noticed the emotion projected from the old man's blue eyes at this moment.

It was vicissitudes and gloom, sorrow and depression, like a person who has been immersed in despair for many years.

"In the hundreds and thousands of years to come, Soul Slaying will live up to its name," the iron-faced old man said slowly, converging into powerful sentences: "There will be more slaughtering."

(To be continued.)

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