Chapter 1139: Incomprehensible

The bright red flames fell in front of my eyes, and then swept forward with scorching heat.

A large number of human monsters were engulfed.

The last huge black armored dragon swooped down from the sky and finally landed on the city wall.

Her huge body made the city wall look like a small earthen trench.

The claws of the armored red dragon stepped steadily on the city wall, and the sharp nails dug into the city wall, using the force to fix its body.

Then the dragon began to spit fire, one on the left and one on the right.

Each flame brought by the dragon's breath could engulf dozens of ugly monsters. After a while, the monsters that attacked the city were almost wiped out, and only a few stood there, trembling.

The retreating soldiers were also frightened by this scene, and they did not dare to move.

Because they didn't know whether this dragon was an enemy or a friend.

And... the dragon race has disappeared from the human world for a long time, and only appears in legends.

But Deville was not afraid at all.

Because she saw the familiar figure on the dragon's back.

"He's here!"

Deville laughed first, then began to wipe tears.

Hardy jumped off Carrigena's back.

And Carrigena flew up again and began to chase the monsters outside the city wall.

Hardy jumped off the city wall, and a group of soldiers looked at him, not daring to move.

At this time, someone rushed out and shouted: "Sir Hardy, is that you? You are finally here."

The visitor was a young general. Hardy saw that he looked familiar, but didn't know his name.

"I am little Philip. I was a child ten years ago. I attended the banquet and toasted you."

"Oh, I remember." Hardy looked at him and smiled: "You have grown up in the blink of an eye."

Then he looked around and asked: "Where is Sir Charles?"

At this time, several generals came out from the soldiers. They were also veterans and had seen Hardy.

Hearing this, the expressions of these people were a little sad.

Finally, it was little Philip who said, "Ten days ago, the lord led his troops to fight, but he accidentally fell off his horse and died in battle."

Little Philip said it simply. In fact, Charles was still alive after falling off his horse, but the commander's accidental "disappearance" immediately caused a large-scale escape and rout.

And Charles was trampled to death by the warhorse and the crowd.

It was an ugly death, a pool of meat paste.

In the end, it was a few loyal confidants who carried his body back.

Hearing this, Hardy sighed softly.

"Is Mrs. Deville okay?"

"Very good, she is in the city lord's mansion."

"Then I'll go see her."

"Sir Hardy, is that... a dragon?" Little Philip pointed to Carrigena, who was flying in the air outside the city wall and constantly spewing flames: "Will it do anything to us..."

"Don't worry, she is on our side."

Everyone was relieved when they heard this.

Little Philip smiled and said, "I'll take you to the city lord's mansion."

"Okay."

A few minutes later, Hardy came to the city lord's mansion.

Deville was already standing in the main hall.

Little Philip left tactfully and closed the door.

"Long time no see." Hardy walked up to the beautiful woman.

With tears in Deville's eyes, she smiled and said, "It's been a long time, about ten years."

Hardy looked her up and down.

Although ten years have passed, because she is a professional, Deville has not changed, and she has also eaten the petals of the World Tree. Her appearance and temperament have become more charming because of the precipitation of time.

The other party was wearing a black dress and a piece of gauze on her right arm.

This means mourning the dead.

Charles is really gone.

Hardy sighed softly: "My condolences."

"It's okay, I can hold on." Deville laughed softly, and then said: "Come with me, I have three people to introduce to you."

Hardy nodded and followed.

Soon they came to the third floor, and Deville knocked on one of the doors gently.

A child's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"Your mother."

The door opened quickly, and then three children rushed out.

Two little red-haired girls threw themselves into Deville's arms at the same time.

And behind them, there was a little boy with black hair and black eyes.

Hardy looked at the little boy and his eyes widened immediately.

Because this little boy looked a lot like him.

Although he didn't have his charm for the time being, that was because he was still young.

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"This..." Hardy stared at the little boy and couldn't speak.

The little boy also saw Hardy. He wanted to throw himself to his mother, but then he stood still and stared at Hardy with a strange look.

"These two are my and Charles' children, Pru and Lala." Deville pointed to the two little girls beside him.

The two little girls also looked at Hardy, and then they looked confused. At the same time, they looked at Hardy and turned their heads to look at the little black-haired boy behind them.

Finally, the two asked, "Mom, who is this big brother? He looks like our brother."

The little boy was a little at a loss when he heard this.

Hardy looked at Deville.

Deville waved to the little boy.

The little boy came over, his eyes fixed on Hardy.

"This is my oldest son, Louis."

Hearing this name, Hardy took a deep breath. This was already very clear.

Louis, Louisian... Whose child he is, you can tell at once.

No wonder those generals looked strange when he asked about Deville in the courtyard.

"Did you name him?"

"No, it's Charles."

Hardy's expression was very surprised.

Deville looked at his expression, smiled slightly, and then said to the three children: "You go to the main hall downstairs to eat something first, I have something to talk to this uncle about."

The three children were very obedient and left immediately.

But Louis looked back at Hardy twice when he left.

The children left, and the two entered the room.

Deville immediately threw herself into Hardy's arms and burst into tears.

Her husband died in the battle, the enemy was at the gates of the city, and the situation was precarious. She was not afraid of death, but she was afraid that something would happen to the three children.

The confidant envoy she sent out did not respond, and she had been under too much pressure these days.

Now that Hardy is here, she finally has someone to rely on and can cry as much as she wants.

Hardy patted her back gently.

After a while, Deville finally vented all the negative emotions.

She wiped her tears, looked at Hardy, and smiled: "You are scared."

Hardy nodded, he was indeed scared.

"That child."

"Which child?" Deville said mischievously: "Is it the twin daughters, or Louis."

"Louis." Hardy answered honestly.

"Although he is your child, he is more of Charles's child." Deville's face was full of sadness.

Hardy's eyes were puzzled.

He had sex with so many women, such as succubus, elves, snake women, etc.

Each one was stronger than the other, but they couldn't get pregnant.

The World Tree said that his energy level was too high, and ordinary women couldn't get pregnant with his children. Even the World Tree couldn't get pregnant, so why could Deville?

It was incomprehensible. (End of this chapter)