The Great Worm Lich

Oss Green, the second longest river in the Roman world and the largest in water flow, serves as a marker that traverses the eastern and western ends of the continent and divides the olive-shaped Roman continent into one large and one small semi-oval block. The birthplace of civilization, the Mother River, is also the most powerful force on the mainland, and Lord Oster led the greatest reliance on prosperity and prosperity.

In the late spring and early autumn, hundreds of millions of plants survived the cold winter and spit out the emerald green, and then began to congeal. The berry gardens on the banks of a small tributary in the west of the Oslo River began the most joyful harvest season of the year.

In clear weather, under the dazzling sunshine, a few two or three Romans have arms as thick as one but only one person in a purple berry tree. One is dressed in pure white fine linen robes, mustaches and feet. The old man, picking up the plump berries falling to the ground, with a contented smile on his face.

Behind him, a middle-aged burly middle-aged man wearing a soft, lightweight animal skin half-shell, a gorgeous cloak of black and red tones, and a dignified and solemn temperament, rubbed his hands in an anxious look. The animal skin letterhead said angrily: "...Dios and Hollent on the northern continent... The five Duke leaders still only agreed to send 70% of the army to join the coalition.

I am ashamed to be with these dumb, incompetent, shallow-sighted idiots and called the Roman aristocracy.

They have clearly stated the current pressing situation clearly, and they have also sent out their hearts to verify the strength of the evil spirits of the outside world, but they are still bargaining and are not willing to do their best.

Do they think that after the Evil God defeated the Roman Continental Lords Allied Forces, they will still let their territory fail. "

"Calm down, Odog, calm down," put a purple berry rich in fructose and juice straight into her mouth, and the old man in white robe turned to look at the burly middle-aged man. Shaking his head, said: "Angry is useless except that it will make you lose your judgment.

No matter how strong the anger is burning in your chest, it is impossible to burn alien gods, even the weakest believer. "

"Yes. Father, you're right. I need to calm down," the middle-aged man took a deep breath under the old man's seemingly soft eyes that contained a huge deterrent, and gradually calmed down, said in a low voice : "Even if the cowardly Northern Clown Lords are unreliable, there are other ways to overcome the evil spirits."

"The way to defeat the evil spirit..." The old man in white robe looked at his confident and radiant eldest son again, his face showing a weird expression and spitting out the fruit in his mouth. The tone of voice said slowly: "Apart from war, what new method do you intend to use to defeat the powerful **** who came from a different world and set foot on the land of Roman to spread faith, Odog?"

In his heart, he was amazed by his father, who is known for his strategy, and he always respected the evil spirit of the other world. Odorg hesitated for a moment and said: "The power of the **** of the other world may be very powerful, but no matter how powerful a single **** is, , It is impossible to defeat billions of Romans and conquer our'world'.

As long as the soil where he spread his faith was erased. We can naturally overcome it.

The nobles and warriors who ruled the Roman world have been obeying the traditions and ordinances of unbelievable idols for thousands of years. Even if the gods of other worlds occupy nearly one third of the land of the Roman continent with conspiracy and tricks, they attract hundreds of millions of believers. The lords and soldiers who converted to him are still very few.

His army consists of former slaves and civilians..."

"Odog, this is his most terrible place!" The old man in white robe suddenly couldn't help but interrupted his son's words, his face flashed with a very sad look, almost "　" said.

"Father, what do you say, father?" The father, who had never seen the calmness of his face, showed such a weak and helpless expression and intonation. The burly middle-aged man couldn't believe it, rubbing his eyes and asked in a loss of voice.

"It's nothing, Odog. Keep going." The old man in white robe recovered his calm expression, and turned to continue to pick up the berries on the ground. Said aside.

Aodog consciously saw the weakness and pain in his father's face just as his own illusion, and laughed at himself. He shook his head vigorously, "Father, I'm so tired these days and I should get a good night's sleep.

That’s it. I think that since the way the gods of other worlds confuse believers in Romans is to fake the lord’s name and deceive the slaves and civilians, then as long as the slaves and civilians are exposed, he will cut off the roots of his spread of faith. It is not impossible to defeat him. "

"It's too late, Odog," said the old man in white robe, silent for a long time, stooping and whispering: "If he had just stepped on the land of'Roman', no, if it appeared strangely in another world, it bordered our world. At that time, I was vigilant, but it was too late, but it was too late.

This is a punishment for our arrogance. Odog, our ancestors wiped out other peoples, unified the entire'world', and named the continent and the world under their own names. Such great achievements made their children and grandchildren arrogant. And conceited.

Legend has it that as early as a year ago, the southern end of the mainland was invaded by aliens driving luminous giant ships capable of sailing in the air, but after defeating those invaders, no one took this matter to heart anymore. We are too Arrogant and arrogant, Odogg, too arrogant and arrogant...", speaking, speaking incoherently.

"Father, father, situation, is the situation really bad to the point of being irreparable?" Since childhood, he has almost blindly worshipped and respected Odorg from his father. Seeing the old man's abnormal state, his confident face is bold. Change, asked in horror.

"Even if the deity ignited it with his own hands, the sparks of the stars would be extinguished," the old man's teeth whispered, "but now the flames have burned half the continent, and the new dignitaries born of slaves and civilians have become successful. Thousands and thousands, with them as an example, we are now sitting on the crater.

It’s just a joke to talk about what cuts off the source of the beliefs spread by alien gods.

But in this way, let us noble lords, who rule the vast continent of the Romance world, hundreds of millions of people, give up the noble identity and rights passed down from generation to generation without resistance, that is also a daydream, even if it is desperate, make every effort to fight it. , It’s not easy to say what the result is..."

"That's right, Father, we may not lose the military power of all the nobles on the Roman mainland.

By the way, we can also ask for help from other continent lords. The invasion of beliefs by alien gods is a huge threat to all Roman rulers.

Our father who will win will surely win. Hearing his father’s decisive words, Odogg regained his courage and said aloud, but unexpectedly the old man in the white robe changed his tone and said: “But Odogg, my dear son, the warlord Lord Roman Although honor and glory are important.

But when the situation is really irreparable, as the children of the Oster family, the survival of the family is more important, do you understand? "

"But father, if the honor and Wu Xun are lost, will the Oster family still be the Oster family?" There was a rigid, puppet-like silence for a long time, and the life of the burly middle-aged man's dry voice for the first time decided on his father Questioned.

The old man in white robe straightened up, took a bite of the fruit in his hand, and looked at the eldest son with a calm gaze, and said in a low voice, "Odog, when was our Oster family famous for Wu Xun and honor?

If you ask me, 1,200 years ago, during the "catastrophe", our ancestor ``Viscount Lijian'';

Eight hundred and fifty years ago, when the "Avenger's Rebellion" swept across the entire continent, another ancestor of the Oster family, the "Marquis of Iron Hammer", asked his father the same words again;

And three hundred years ago, when the difficulty of dryness came to the mainland, "Duke of Enan"..."

"I understand, father," grasping the meaning implicit in the old man's words, Odorg took a deep breath in the sweet smell of the orchard, and nodded hard. "The Oster family has always been different from other Roman lords. Reality is more important to us.

And this is also the biggest reason why the Oster family came to see the destruction of countless Wu Xun's strong neighbors, but they expanded from a small Viscount to become the King's territory. "

"To understand this, you are already a qualified majesty, Odog," the old man in white robe showed a very gratifying smile, holding the picked berries with both hands carefully and said: "Go do what you should do, I I also picked up enough fruits, and it’s time to plant them~www.wuxiaspot.com~Yes, father." Odorg faced his father like a bureaucrat, bowed and bowed deeply, turned and strode. Go outside the berry forest.

As he gradually moved away from the old man in white robe, his posture became more and more stable and full of courage. When he walked out of the orchard, he was surrounded by a kind of majesty and momentum that had long been in high positions and authority.

Outside the orchard, thousands of riders resemble long-extinct tyrannosauruses on the earth, but a sharp horn grows on their heads, their fangs are exposed, and the roman samurai, a heavy armor riding a beast with a fierce breath, was originally I talked and laughed with each other casually. When I saw Odog's heroic figure broke into my eyes, I immediately stopped my mouth and closed the sound. With a calm expression in two or three breaths, I discharged a neat queue.

Afterwards, this group of elite tyrannosaurus cavalry leaders jumped off the beast and strode to Odog, bowing respectfully and said, "King."

"Asom, with my orders, Lord Oster led the whole conscription and set up the Oslo River, waiting for the response of the mainland noble coalition." He squinted and looked at the loyal guard of the Imperial Guard on the left hand side. , King Oster decisively and succinctly commanded, jumped on a one-horned tyrannosaurus led by the bodyguard to a full circle larger than the ordinary riding beast, and went straight to the vast river in the distance... (to be continued)