Chapter 390 Flowers and Spider Webs

"Are you crazy?"

Ron tilted his head expressionlessly, looking at the old man in front of him, and began to think about whether to kill him in advance and use a projection to replace him.

At present, the Orc Kingdom is on the verge of collapse. The first front line of contact between the Rose Kingdom and the Kingdom of Rose is the city of Halsim in the desert, followed by the Kapaci Defense Line.

Among them, Harsim is actually not very important. In theory, it can be discarded.

After all, the city was plundered, and the Death Desert around the city was not a fertile land, so only the blue dragon and the brass dragon were willing to live in a place where birds didn't poop.

The Capache line of defense is different.

It is not only the last barrier to the eastern border of the Rose Kingdom, but also serves the task of prohibiting the invasion of Warcraft in the Warcraft Plains.

Once the Capachi defense line is breached, the tens of millions of miles of plains without any natural protection behind it will be like a defenseless little girl, and can only be plundered and plundered by the enemy!

Two weeks have passed, and the name of madness has spread throughout Karen.

As the first line of defense between warcraft and humans, the Kapaci Defense Line is frequently attacked by beast tides.

Everyone knew that it was turning into a meat grinding mill, and warriors were dying every moment fighting against the beast tide, but the old king actually wanted Vivian, who had "no combat experience", to go there!

Ron now seriously doubts the possibility that the other party is mentally disturbed due to his old age.

"A legend will be born here."

The old king clicked on the map and said in a deep voice word by word: "True, legendary!"

In response, Ron responded without hesitation:

"Stop farting, if it's really that good, why don't you let your son and daughter go there to experience it?"

It seemed that he had expected the other party to say this.

The old king put down his wine glass and said calmly:

"I sent them to the Kapaci defense line last week to quell the chaos. Now I am the only one left with direct royal bloodline in the entire royal capital."

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Ron unbelievingly turned on his senses and scanned the entire capital, only to realize that the other party was not lying.

The princes, including the princess, and the dandy boys who usually stayed in the royal capital disappeared without a trace. The family members far away on the Kapacchi defense line also responded to the message through the dragon scale mobile phone, indicating that there were indeed several human beings. It seems that the big shot just arrived at the Capachi defense line a few days ago.

"Hey, you are really a cruel person."

Ron took a breath and immediately understood the old king's plan.

It was obvious that the other party was taking advantage of the turmoil to start clearing the way for the next king, the silver-haired girl.

The fate of these princes and princesses was determined as early as the moment they left the royal capital.

Regardless of whether they covet the supreme position or not, their existence is a threat to Vivian. In the eyes of Qiangwei's forces, large and small, these idle princes are all excellent partners, even if something goes wrong. Push the other person out to take the blame and keep yourself out of it.

The old king was obviously not prepared to leave such a loophole for them - he wanted to personally destroy everything he had created.

"Aren't you afraid that the royal bloodline will be cut off?"

Ron frowned and looked curiously at the old man who had killed his relatives out of curiosity: "Vivian is a girl."

The old king tilted his head: "Do dragons also value the difference between men and women?"

"I think should not be."

Ron thought for a moment and was not sure.

"I think the so-called bloodline is just a greed of people, trying to extend their lives in an alternative way."

The old king calmly raised his glass:

"And I don't need that. If the death of my child can exchange the lives of thousands of human beings from the death of the rebellion, that would be enough."

"boom"

The symphony of crisp wine glasses echoed in the palace.

Ron was silent for a moment, and then he drank the wine in one gulp. The rainbow-like dragon wings flapped gently, causing a breeze and making the candlelight sway more intensely:

"You're such a lunatic."

The old king took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the difficulties and pressure into his chest.

He put down the wine glass, his old face still calm, as if nothing had happened.

"There is no one who is not crazy sitting in this position."

Ron curled his lips: "Then how many people are you going to send?"

The old king slowly leaned on the back of the throne, like a decaying corpse.

"all"

Ron turned around and left the palace without looking back.

On the occasion of parting, his voice still echoed in the old king's ears:

"I won't let Vivian become like you."

Until Ron's figure completely disappeared.

a moment later

The old king slowly stood up and came to the window.

When the first ray of lavender morning light penetrated the thick curtains and projected into the interior of the ancient palace, everything seemed to be given new life.

Outside the window, the back garden carefully taken care of by the servants is still in full bloom.

The flowers swayed gently in the breeze, and their petals were dotted with dewdrops, just like the clearest stars in the sky, seeming to be rejoicing in the coming new day.

The old man slowly took off the crown from his head and placed it gently on the table.

The dazzling golden crown looks so heavy in the morning light. Each gem carries the glory and weight of a period of history.

The old man lowered his head and stared at the reflection on the glass. It was what he looked like when he was young. The golden light surrounded him, like a winner, but also a traveler carrying the past.

In contrast, the old age is reflected on the other side of the glass.

That is the mark given to him by power and time. Every wrinkle is like the words of time, depicting a story that only belongs to him.

There was a hint of exhaustion in the old man's eyes, and he said as if talking to himself:

"Tell me, is it a rebirth or destruction for human beings?"

After a moment of silence, a young and energetic voice echoed in the palace:

"No flower is a flower from the beginning. No flower is still a flower until the end, whether it is you or me."

Looking at the rising dawn on the horizon, the old man gently grasped the scepter in his hand:

"I hope so."

"That's how it should be."

"Then just go ahead and do it."

Under the morning light, the two shadows gradually merged into one.

The image of the old man gradually disappeared into the sunlight, and what was left to the world was his firm will and expectation for tomorrow.

In his heart, Ron's figure was like the life of every flower in the back garden, embarking on their own different but equally glorious paths.

Whether it is rebirth or destruction, they are part of the world's ever-changing and ever-moving forward nature.

As a witness to their hard work and growth, the dying old man felt a deep sense of peace and hope at that moment.

three days later

windmill town

Oh no, this small place that was once called Windmill Town had only a population of tens of thousands. After experiencing that miracle, the name of the town has long been changed to Ice Flame Town to commemorate the miracle of the "Lord of Ice Flame".

As the first place in the Karen plane where a "god" performed miracles in hundreds of years, Ice Flame Town has become a famous tourist attraction in the Rose Kingdom. Every day, an endless stream of tourists come to visit the "Ice Flame" The miracles left by "Lord" and the horrific scars displayed on the earth when the beast tide attacked.

Some people even became devout Blue Flame believers because they joined the local church.

Due to the large number of outsiders joining in, the urban residential area of ​​Bingyan Town has been expanded several times. In addition to the specially reinforced city walls due to the fear of beast tides, the buildings in the town have also undergone major changes.

For example, the garden fountain located in the center of the town has disappeared now.

In its place was a half-human, half-dragon pure blue stone statue more than ten meters high, entirely carved from cryolite.

This stone, which has blue flames flashing inside and resembles blue crystal, is a new ore discovered after the disaster. It is also considered by the church to be a gift from the Lord of Ice Flame. It has attracted a large number of people since the statue was built. Devotees and tourists visit.

Everyone is eager to see the deity. The residents of the original Windmill Town are also happy with the extra income brought by these tourists. The church is also very satisfied with everyone's respect for the Lord of Ice Flame.

But no one noticed that the figure who used to wait in front of the fountain every day for his lover's return had long since disappeared.

Under the white clock tower that was rebuilt after the disaster, a dilapidated wooden house that was incompatible with the surroundings was quietly sitting in the shadow of the clock tower.

"Auntie, if you try to persuade her again, her family will be the only one in Lanyan Town who has not undergone transformation. You also understand that we are at a critical moment now."

In front of the wooden house, a young boy wearing a pure white Christian uniform was talking anxiously to an old woman holding a cane in front of her.

He danced and tried to explain the importance of [urban renewal], but the old woman just replied with a blank look on her face:

"What, what did you say?"

"I said, Auntie, it's time to clean up your house. We will help you renovate it for free."

"What? You want to eat fish?"

"No! I mean."

"What? Do you want to add some vinegar?"

ten minutes later

"Okay, just rest."

"okay."

Looking at the smiling old woman in front of him, the hopeless young man could only embark on his return journey, announcing that this mission had once again failed.

This is the first task that a young man accepts when he joins the education system.

Other Protestants in the same period obviously received the same task of persuading demolition and reconstruction, and it only took seven days at most to successfully complete it.

He was the only one who was unlucky. This deaf aunt had been dragging him down for three full months, but there was still no progress.

"No wonder when I accepted the task, this one was the only one that no one answered, and the bishop looked at me strangely."

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, he also heard the reason why the aunt refused.

Although he was a new refugee who joined Ice Flame Town, the young man had also heard the discussions among the people in the town, including the discussion about the old woman.

It is said that this old man once had a brilliant life, and his daughter was about to marry the promising young man in the town who was most promising to become the next mayor. However, something happened. Not only did his son-in-law disappear, but his daughter also seemed to be suffering from some kind of disease. Madness.

I heard that the woman used to wait for her husband to return at the fountain in the center of the town, but now she is rarely seen in the town.

"You've probably given up, right? After all, I've been missing for so many years, and the mayor has been replaced for the second time."

Facing the afternoon sunshine, the young man thought to himself.

As his body gradually disappeared at the end of the winding road, until the boy's shadow completely disappeared into the mist in the distance, the old woman slowly put away the smile that originally concealed the worry in her heart.

"Why"

The old woman sighed, leaned on her cane, and turned around limping.

Every step she took was accompanied by painful convulsions. Her body was like this dilapidated house, eroded by wind and rain, and in danger.

When she pushed open the door, the smell of herbs rushed out.

Although she had long been accustomed to the strong smell of herbs in the house, every time she opened the door, the pungent smell would involuntarily hit her sense of smell, causing a frown.

The house was shrouded in dim lights, and the air was filled with bitterness and dampness. The pale middle-aged woman lying on the bed-Monica, was the deepest sorrow under this dilapidated eaves.

Monica's forehead was covered with a triangular white cloth, and the wet stains of the potion reflected on her pale face, which was so dazzling.

The cloth was given by the church. Pious people believed that it could resist all evil, from illness to bad luck.

However, no matter how many gifts the church gave, they could not heal Monica's illness or fill the void in her heart.

"I drove the child away."

The old woman's voice trembled.

Looking at her daughter lying on the bed with her eyes closed, the old woman's expression became more and more sad.

The old woman sat down beside the bed and picked up the bowl of brown medicine on the table heavily. Her hands were shaking, but she tried to remain firm.

The aroma of the medicine was bitter. It carried all the old man's hopes, hoping to see his daughter's smile again, even though he knew in his heart that this was a luxury.

"Daughter, it's time to take the medicine. Although I can't see what disease you have, Dr. Rica said that these medicines can replenish your physical strength."

Perhaps it was her mother's words that awakened her, or perhaps it was the smell of the medicine that attracted her last bit of interest.

Monica's closed eyes slowly opened, revealing her lifeless but still beautiful pupils.

Even though she had been bedridden for months due to illness, her weakness still could not hide her beautiful face, but there was no doubt that the weakness was quietly devouring her life.

The beauty in weakness was pathetic and desperate, and everything was gradually disappearing.

Looking at the medicine soup that barely emitted an unpleasant smell.

Monica shook her head, her mouth was dry, and she opened slightly as if she wanted to say something.

This was the first time she spoke after falling ill for several months, but the dreamlike voice was almost inaudible.

The old woman had to put down the medicine soup and kindly put her ear close to her daughter's mouth.

"Mother. I think I'm going to see Egbert."

The moment she heard that sentence clearly, the old woman was struck by lightning and couldn't stop shaking all over.

"No! My daughter, you can't leave me like this!"

She held Monica's hand tightly, and there was almost only bones and skin left in her hand, and the temperature was gradually decreasing.

The ruthless erosion of life by time and disease made the old woman unable to accept the reality in front of her.

However, Monica's eyes seemed to see through everything.

Her hollow eyes looked straight at the beams at the top of the room.

There, the body of a little spider that had died at some unknown time was hanging on the spider web that had been woven by hand.

The broken spider web was floating in the wind. Without the care of the owner, it had already been broken and could not resist the changes in the outside world, just like this house and her life, which had come to an end.

In the old house, the wind passed through every gap, ruthlessly telling the owner of the house that its warmth was no longer there. The old woman had tried to repair it, trying to pick up the warmth of home with her own hands and endless love, but in vain.

"I'm sorry, mother."

Monica turned over weakly and looked at her mother. Her voice was lower and weaker, but very firm:

"I have dragged you down all these years. I originally thought that Egbert would not be able to find his home after he came back, so I insisted not to let them renovate this place."

"No, you will get better, my daughter, you will wait for him."

The old woman cried and refused to let her daughter leave.

She once did not understand her daughter's persistence, and even broke up with her daughter angrily after failing to convince her, leaving her dissatisfaction and sadness to the lonely years.

However, after the disaster, she could not give up the child she raised with her own hands, and still chose to come back to take care of Monica who had lost her mind.

But she did not expect that the moment she saw her beloved fountain being demolished, Monica's heart sank completely, so that she never got up from the sickbed again.

The fountain was a witness to Egbert and Monica, and every drop of water was filled with their vows and memories, but now, even the last source of hope has been taken away.

"Let them in after I leave"

After she finished this sentence with difficulty, she seemed to have exhausted all her remaining strength.

Monica's face was pale, she was panting heavily, and the sweat on her forehead gradually soaked the beige pillow filled with wheat bran.

Her time was coming to an end with this dilapidated home.

"Monica, I'm coming"

In a trance, Monica, whose consciousness was already blurred, seemed to hear the call of her lover.

Although she knew that it might be her own hallucination, she couldn't help but stretch out her hand towards the window, trying to get closer to the voice.

Outside the house

"Roar!——"

In the red sunset, a dragon roar that resounded through the sky completely disrupted the tranquility of the town.