Chapter 402 The Death of the Old King

"Revenge? It turns out you still haven't forgiven me." The old king was still sitting on his seat, quietly raising his head, as if he could see the sky through the ceiling, his eyes shining with the light of an elite.

Cadderly slowly pulled out his sword, staring at the old king, and an aura slowly rose up in his body. If anyone were here at this time, they would definitely find that their eldest prince was actually a peak silver swordsman.

The old king seemed to feel nothing. He still raised his head and looked at the sky quietly.

"Can you let Rusiyala go? She is your motherland after all." The old king suddenly said.

Cadderly's smile became even colder: "For your throne, for your country, can you give up everything? Unfortunately, all this means nothing to me." As he said this, Cadderly's feet shook, and his whole body People's speed becomes very fast. He appeared in front of the old king almost instantly, and stabbed him hard with the long sword in his hand.

"Pfft", the old king didn't react at all to dodge, and there was no fear on his face. He was stabbed through his abdomen by Cadderly's sword, and blood continued to flow from the wound.

"Why don't you dodge? With your strength, you should be able to dodge the attack just now." Only Cadderly knew that his old father's strength was not much worse than his own.

The old king slowly lowered his head without looking at his wounds: "Rusiyala is my motherland, your mother's, and yours. Can you really not let her go? I can give my life to you." You, but Rusiyala, cannot throw it away.”

Cadderly's expression changed and he instinctively took a step back. Then his face showed a fierce look: "I only know that my mother died because of your throne. Why should I let her go? Tell me why. "

The old king's face slowly turned rosy, and he actually became more energetic when he spoke: "That's because Rusiyala is my home, and I am our home. For the sake of the motherland, I can give up everything, Even myself. All the faults are mine. If I die, this hatred will be resolved. "

After a pause, the old king continued: "You are my best son. If you become the king, Rusiyala will definitely flourish in your hands and even become an empire."

"It's useless even if you say this, I won't believe you."

The old king seemed not to hear Cadderly's voice, but continued to talk to himself: "Back then, in order to save me, your mother stood in front of me. I was timid and ran away."

"I said I was looking for reinforcements, but I knew that I was scared. Unfortunately, when I woke up later, I had no chance. I understand that you hate me. I will go to accompany your mother soon. "

"But, Rusiyala, even your mother definitely doesn't want to see him destroyed. Can you, can you promise your father one last thing? Sit on the throne and lead Rusiyala further. Your other brothers and sisters We, if possible, let them live, after all, there is nothing wrong with them.”

Cadderly's expression changed, and he felt his heart tremble: "What did you say? You died in my hands, and you still want me to be the emperor. Do you think you can survive like this? Do you think I can?" Let you go?"

The old king shook his head gently and looked at Cadderly kindly: "Because I know that Rusiyala is the best in your hands. Others do not have your ability. Moreover, after so many years, I have also I owe you a lot, just consider it as compensation. I hope you can consider your mother's feelings. This is the last thing my father asks of you."

Before Cadderly could say anything, the old king pointed to a box next to him and said: "This is the token of our King of Rusiyala Kingdom. There is also a crown and a scepter in it. It will be yours from now on."

After saying that, the old king suddenly grabbed the long sword on his abdomen and pulled it out with force, and the bloody long sword was pulled out. The old king didn't care at all about the large amount of blood flowing and threw the sword aside.

Immediately afterwards, the old king actually pulled out his long sword. Under Cadderly's vigilant eyes, he inserted his long sword into the wound just now. "Now, now there is no problem. You didn't kill me, and you don't have to bear this crime." After the torment just now, even the old king, who was not weak in strength, was about to lose his support.

"Why are you doing this? Why, do you have to let me live with guilt for the rest of my life, father?"

A smile appeared on the corner of the old king's mouth: "You, have you finally admitted that I am your father, and also recognized Rusiyala, so I have no regrets. Don't feel guilty. Originally, I didn't know that I was still How long can you live?"

Looking at the aura of the forest that had long since shattered, if it hadn't been for this, maybe I wouldn't have been able to wait for this day. "That half-elf is very good. If possible, control him well. He can bring great benefits to the kingdom. If not, then kill him. If he cannot be controlled, keeping him is not a good thing for the kingdom."

The old king's voice became weaker and weaker. In the end, Cadderly almost had to press against the old king's mouth to hear him clearly. He knew that his father, the person he had always hated, was really about to leave.

"Ah, how could this happen? Why do you treat me like this? Even if you have a little resentment, it's okay."

The eldest prince did not expect the old king to behave like this. He felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost something. He had always insisted on destroying Rusyala, but in the end the old king gave him such a task.

He knew that everything depended on his own thoughts, but Kadry's heart was extremely complicated. Two different ideas kept clashing, and this feeling made him want to rush out and vent.

But he knew that this was not what he had to do now. After a long time, Kadry raised his head and looked at his father's body, which had begun to turn cold: "No matter what Rusyala will become in the future, this is not something I can decide. Let God decide. Let your useless children participate. Whether Rusyala will be destroyed or reborn depends on God's choice."

Kadry walked forward and took the old king's box, but did not leave his sword behind. Instead, he threw it aside. The sword stained with blood looked particularly scarlet and so dazzling.