To Four Thousand Years Later

Sitting in the side hall of the palace, Hildigard spoke softly. In front of him was a generous armchair. The backrest and armrests are covered with soft suede leather, on which a distinguished guest sits.

His face was as hard as a knife cut, with a shallow scar carved on the bridge of his nose, and deep eye sockets. Those tightly pursed lips made people think of their predecessor, Benito, and gave people a rigid and stubborn feeling that he was the Marquis of the Black Deer, the ruler of the Northern Army and the Eastern Army, who left in public before.

His territory stretched from the Alps to Pisa, from Provence to Dalmatia, and was almost completely connected with the frontiers of the Franks. With a heavy army in his hand, it can be said that the real power of the Goths is rare, and the Marquis of Heilu is not only swallowed by most of the leaders. Moreover, in the remaining territory, the intact Provence area was directly framed by the Franks, and they probably would not come back. With the loss of wealth and power, his voice immediately dwindled. Except for him. The nobles of the North have more or less a certain amount of losses.

Some people even lost their territory completely and became nobles in exile. They were also the ones who most wanted to make King Solomon the new king of Goths. Because only in this way, it is possible for them to get back what they lost.

After all, if the war ends here and Gothic elects a new king, then they definitely don't have to think about getting their territory back.

But I believe. You are certainly not willing to surrender to that person for such a reason. Hildigard clasped his fingers together. Sitting in his seat, he said in a calm tone: I know, you look at people's level very well. The decisions you make. It must also have its deep meaning. Hildigard shook his head, and whispered seductively: "You said that before the new king came to the throne. Isn't it a little... disrespectful to our former king?" Marquis Heilu fell silent for a moment. He looked up at Hildigard.

"If Mr. Hildigard really wants to know this question, I can answer it." "But before that... do you think that man is a qualified king?"

At least, if it is qualified," said Hildigard, "it can be called. "

"But it's only a qualified degree.

The corner of Hei Luhou's mouth raised, and he confirmed to Hildigard softly: "You must mean that, right?" Stone King is undoubtedly a very good person in terms of his own level. But he was not a very good king. Hildigard was noncommittal to his rhetorical question. He just chuckled: "Responding to a question with a question is not considered an act of a warrior."

"Of course, I'm definitely not a warrior compared to you." Black Deer Hou said calmly: "You saved me from the dragon's mouth. This kindness and heroic capital. I will never forget it." As Hildigal Embellished with the name of the legend of Germany, the Black Deer Hou is the witness of Hildigard's "escape from the dragon's mouth" in the past.

Now that more than twenty years have passed, Hei Luhou still trembles when he thinks of that huge red dragon.

The dragon has ten heads and seven horns, its body is as huge as a mountain, and its scales the size of a house are covered with golden lines. Amidst the loud breathing, rock-like rays of light could be seen shining in the gaps in the scales. That was the first time Hei Luhou realized that human beings were so weak. The status, wealth, fame, violence of mortals... in front of the incarnation of nature, they will appear so small and fragile.

He shot five arrows out of the white jade-like bow in an instant, and knocked back the dragon. He charged up again and sent out a dazzling arrow like a comet, which wounded the dragon's claw.

"Child, run! Don't look back!" Hildigard yelled so loudly to Hei Hou, who was still a boy, and then he quickly fled in the opposite direction. Successfully lured the angry dragon away.

It took a long time before Heiluhou regained his ability to move tremblingly.

His guards were all burned into lava by the dragon's mouth fire. After finally returning home, he told his father about it. Because the dragon was so big and scary that even his father found out about it before he got home.

At that time, Marquis Heilu never thought that Hildigard would survive. Rumors claimed that this giant dragon was the red dragon Satan who was defeated by St. Augustus in the past. He came to kill the tyrant King Stone. But the Stone King was alive and well, and three days later, Hildigard came to the mansion of the Marquis of Black Hart intact. He also carried a broken breastplate-sized, hot dragon scale as proof that he repelled Zacha. Until he became a contemporary hero. Some even call him the contemporary Ulysses. Even Stone King met him and hired him to be his bodyguard. Now Hildigard has become a Marquis on par with him, but the Marquis of Black Deer still believes that Hildigard is still the noble person he used to be. The hero who saved himself from the mouth of the dragon.

The mortal glory and wealth are like dust to the long-lived demigod Hildigard.

District for twenty years. If Hildigard wanted anything, not even the throne. He can get it too. Because of his noble spirit and indifferent attitude. He even became the only one that Shi Wang's cunning and suspicious guy trusted. "The previous king's experience of ascending to the throne is not glorious. I am afraid that his Majesty's accident back then was also his fault. Everyone knows it, but there is no need to say it. After all, as long as the rule is good, this kind of thing actually has nothing to do with us" There is no invincible army in the world, and the strong should have everything. Then we should resolutely admit defeat, endure all the pain caused by the temporary defeat, and then start all over again to win back everything we lost, together with what the other party has.

"But the man you killed

When Heiluhou said this, he sneered: "He does have talents. But they are all used in intrigues and scheming. From commoners to marquises, no one is willing to accept his rule. The only one who is willing to submit to him is A felon who has been deprived of everything by the law.

"It's nothing more than a bunch of trash and scum. I never thought about keeping the throne by relying on these alone.

Of course, I didn't expect that I would be defeated by Frank's king E in the end.

In the hands of the once weak Franks. Black Deer Hou took a breath and looked at Hildigard: "But why did you seek me? Why did you give up all your glory and raise your sword to King Stone? Just because of... that lion Eagle? Can you answer these few questions for me?" ... Naturally, there are many.

After Hildigard finished speaking, he paused slightly.

That's right. there are many reasons.

It can be for morality, for the country, for the common people, for peace, for his friends, or even for the reputation of King Stone.

But that's not all.

The brilliance of justice, morality and peace is dazzling enough, but when they are added together, they cannot compare with the brilliance of that person.

"Listen up, Lord Hou Li."

The corners of Hildigard's lips rose, and he said in a showdown: "I killed Benito for King Solomon.

"So. What do you mean?"