My summons are weird

The spear was shiny, reflecting Royer's startled face.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the long spear engraved with the symbol of Melias - three soaring birds guarding the heavy rice with their heads bowed representing the ardent hope of countless people of the empire.

"The Harvest Wind", the most famous painting in the history of Meera, was drawn by an unknown magic painter.

On the huge painting paper is the rice that is blown and swayed by the breeze. These heavy rice grains are plump and golden in color. The hardworking people in the mountains and plains bent down happily to pick the rice.

The way they bowed is exactly the same as those swaying rice.

Based on this famous painting, Melaris added an owl that can prey on rats and guard food, and finally made the national totem.

In the long time, Melias' powerful warriors and brave army defeated the malicious people around them time and time again.

The elves fought in the north, and they fought twenty-four times in a row. Every battle was sure to win.

The documents of Melias' Northern Expedition can still be read in the Royal Library of Solon.

The magicians at that time described Melias' cavalry in silver armor as "roaring snow mountains", and described the scene where they defeated the elves in the Great Plains as "avalanche".

Royer looked at the silver gun, closed his eyes, as if he had traveled through time and space, and came to the scene of the epic battle where the First World War destroyed the elves' hundreds of years of future.

The giant owls guarding the "rice" opened up a large area of ​​fertile land with their flesh and blood, and their blood watered the image of a good harvest for the next few hundred years.

The blood clan in the Southern Expedition, led by the will of the empire that is not afraid of death, the snow monster frozen the fighting spirit of the dominant species with a bone-chilling chill, and drove them who are still active in today's Civita area all the way through the molten mountains. Forced to live in Broken Gold City.

Royer could see the Blood Race standing between the hot waves of molten mountains, looking north towards their homeland, looking at the flying owl picture, clenched their fists, and left crying blood.

Historically, Melias was second only to the giant dragon in its heyday, so the aliens called it [The Kingdom of the Owl].

This is the first time in human history to stand among the top races of the Mera Continent, and it is also the first time that human beings have won the right to speak with their own strength.

It has bent down to care for each of its people, and attacked alien races for their dignity.

It once held its head high, leading Meera's human race to rise little by little amidst the alien race.

It has spread its wings again and again to deter those malicious people who covet their own "rice".

Countless rice grains enjoy the shade provided by the giant owl, looking forward to, watching, and praying at the same time, hoping that the giant owl will continue to rule until the end of time...

Time takes away all the good things and exposes the ugliness to everyone.

The giant owl perched on the rice fields began to peck its sharp beak towards the rice fields at some point, and then everything changed...

Royer raised his head, and the snow monster in silver armor stared at him from behind the helmet with icy eyes.

"Why did you come to me?" Royer asked.

"Emperor, you are not dead."

After the snow monster entered the place of house arrest and told him about the assassination, another piece of information that surprised Royer was calmly uttered by him.

"But you just said..."

"It's ridiculous to take the place of the dead ghost." The snow monster's voice was cold and vicissitudes.

Royer said: "The fact that the undead of the giant owl can successfully enter the city of Civita is enough to prove that the rebels are hidden in the city. They have provided you with an excellent opportunity... You came to me because you want to cooperate with me? You mean or What do they mean?"

"The nobles are short-sighted and vulgar. They claim to be righteous and noble, but they only do it for the small profits of the territory. The high-sounding words of assassinating kings and kings are just to cover up the poverty of the people in the land they rule. They are all big rats. I flap the wings for the giant owl The desolation brought about by the times, will no longer be with Shuoshu."

"You think I'm not short-sighted, and instead want to cooperate with me?" Royer laughed, the laughter stopped abruptly, and he slapped his chest angrily, "Don't forget, I am the heir of the six pillars of Solon's founding of the country, I have their blood running through me."

"Although I can't become a shining person like my ancestors, I will definitely not become a traitor who will be cast aside by Solon's descendants!"

"The new nobles in the empire, and the ancient nobles all have their own social circles. The circles represent their camps. The same camp will advance and retreat together for the common benefit. And the six pillars, no matter old or new, are unwilling to associate with them. Will you An uneasy source of suspicion."

"The people of Solon have long forgotten the brilliance of the six pillars. The statue commemorating the six pillars has no one to worship, and the weeds are overgrown. The statues are dilapidated but cannot be repaired. The six pillars can only sit and watch the glorious ancestors decay in the wind and rain. "

"Solon doesn't need the six pillars. Nearly six hundred years is long enough. Melias only has his name left. The deeds of the six pillars are vague. They have long forgotten everything."

The snow monster's cold words hit the depths of Royer's soul, and his fingers were trembling.

"You seem very clear?"

"As the last snow monster, I have been walking silently on this land for hundreds of years."

"..." Royer closed his eyes, "Leaving here, I will not, and I don't want to be a person who is cast aside."

"You are hesitating." The snow monster said, "Your rejection is so weak, like a begging... You are wavering, why should you suppress your inner desire."

Royer opened his eyes, lightly stepped on the end of the spear lying on the ground, grabbed the sprung spear and poked it fiercely forward.

The strong wind was blowing, and the snow monster looked at the tip of the spear that hit the front door unmoved.

"Turned into anger?" The snow monster gently pushed away the tip of Royer's spear with his fingers, and he stood up slowly. His strong body blocked all of Royer's sight, like a moving mountain.

"Son of the great Feidina, Lord Royer, do you know the secrets of the Six Pillars family that have been lost in the depths of time?" The snow monster's voice was simple and old, "Do you know...hidden by the royal family of Solon, never The truth known to the descendants of Liuzhu?"

Royer threw the spear in his hand to the snow monster: "Needless to say, get out of here."

The Yeti unhurriedly took out a scroll from the silver-white armor and threw it over: "This is part of my rubbing, maybe you should take a look."

Royer frowned, and his intuition told him that this was part of the Yeti's plan to persuade himself to destroy Solon from within. Although he wanted to make a huge change countless times to change everything, when he thought of the poor people of Solon when the turmoil came... he Finally chose to give up.

"Don't open..."

"Don't open it..."

The heart kept shouting, but Royer's hand involuntarily unfolded the scroll.

Lines of text came into view, Royer's pupils were trembling, and his face was pale.

Throwing aside the scroll, the long knife came out of its sheath, and slashed straight at the snow monster's body.

"when!"

The spear collided with the long knife, sparks flew, and Royer, who was holding the knife with one hand, looked at the snow monster with one hand.

The "gully"-grown skin under the yeti's helmet made waves.

"Don't try to trick me with such despicable means!"

"Despicable means?" The Yeti laughed hoarsely, "This is the truth, the fact that was hidden by the royal family of Solon in every possible way, and it is a secret that can only be passed on to me who has survived on this land for a long time .”

"The words on the scroll are all rubbed from the stone tablet embedded in the belly of the 'crazy dragon'. Those dragons who fell into madness in order to fight against the impregnated spirit can't distinguish between illusion and reality in endless torture. They are afraid of hurting their clansmen. They stayed away from Meera. Maybe it was a long time that gave birth to a trace of reason, and the remaining will made the crazy dragon return to the land that raised him with a short sobriety, and then...Sligo slaughtered these heroes, and their bodies into weapons and equipment."

"There are three 'mad dragons' that have returned in the past hundreds of years, and I got the stele from such a mad dragon. The content of the inscription revealed the most shameful deception of the royal family of Solon. The most despicable of men."

Royer gritted his teeth, his face grim: "Hypocrisy, no matter what, I won't help you stir up turmoil. Those poor people can no longer withstand greater suffering."

"So they have to live in half-boiled water all the time, let them cook out everything bit by bit, and be tortured by 'little' pain all their lives?"

"What you desire will bring blood and rain!"

"Your ancestors were extremely decisive when they destroyed Melias. They knew very well that blood and tears are the price that must be paid, and pain is an inevitable product."

"They're not a price!" Royer yelled.

"They are." The snow monster reminded indifferently, "They have always been, they have been in the past, they are now, and they will be in the future. The only difference is that history will always give them some gentle illusions, allowing them to have illusions that everything will be better."

"Compared to your ancestors, although you are kind, you are a little less decisive. Too much sympathy for those poor people will only stop you from moving forward, and you will choose to turn a blind eye to the source of the pain and escape."

Royer raised the knife, as if it could resist the snow monster's chilly words and warm his body.

"Don't you want to see the real stele?" Snow Monster said suddenly, "There is a crueler truth on the stele."

Royer's newly gathered will was shattered by this sentence.

Staggering back, Royer said, "I won't leave here...I don't want to be Solon's sinner."

"Deceive yourself..." the snow monster sneered, "everything says the glory of the ancestors, but they are not even willing to accept their true will..."

"Tomorrow at midnight, I will send the projection of the stele to the city, and you can tell the truth from the fake by then."

"Even if you don't help me, I still have the power to restart the four countries that have made the same mistakes as Melias. You only have one chance to choose."

"Be my companion, or drown with the rotten four kingdoms."

The snow monster turned and left, followed by a burst of snow, and disappeared.

Just as suddenly he appeared, now he also left abruptly.

Royer slumped on the ground weakly, his eyes could no longer find a focus.

"Ancestor...what should I do..."