After Becoming The Tyrant - Chapter 147

Hello, knight.

The devil listened to this light, short words, he stood at the door of the room, suddenly took away the smile on his face. It was late at night. There was no candle in the king’s room. The door was dark. The only light is the moonlight slanting in through the flower window.

The moonlight cast a slanting square on the soft thick carpet, and in contrast, the rest of the room looked dimmer. The devil, dressed in black, stood at the door of the room as if he had melted into the darkness. His pale face was indistinguishable. He looked at the king. The king looked out the window at the moon.

A thin moon hung high in the sky, lonely and cold, without dark clouds and wind.

Just like when they first met.

At the end of the world is a wasteland, no trees, no flowers.

The earth is black, the sky is dark red, no birds, no animals, no live fish. Only endless bones, endless wind. Exiled here, are all cursed by the world, they will be lonely and unwilling in the wind a little bit of flesh and blood.

In the end, there’s only one resident.

It’s the devil that survives in a few words of legend and is expelled by the gods. He symbolizes the dark and chaotic side of the world and is the enemy of the gods. In order to completely erase his name from the world, the gods descended the thunder that submerged the earth for seven days and seven nights.

The devil sits on the craggy black stone, isolated from the other end of the world day after day. His power is destined that he will not die here so soon, but he has no name, just like a beast trapped in a cage.

He paced back and forth in his cage day after day, unable to die or tear it open.

In the long solitude, which was so vague that time, he met a king who had no territory and no knights.

Under a huge crescent moon.

The wall clock hanging on the wall was so clear that the devil suddenly laughed. He came out of the darkness, into the cold moonlight, and came to the king.

He took the king’s hand, kissed the back of it, and looked down at him: “good evening, my dear majesty.”

The king looked up at him, and the moonlight fell on his face, casting a fine shadow.

The devil laughed and put one thing on the table: “Ferri III has entered the real Tomb of the gods. Whether he can succeed or not depends on himself. In addition This is a present for you. ”

In an ice hockey, there is a black snake which is reduced by countless times.

The black snake was covered with scars.

When the king reached out to take it up for a closer look, the devil suddenly put out his hand and blindfolded him.

“Your Majesty, you must remember this time.”

The breath of sake fell on the king’s ear, just like the devil himself, with the peculiar coldness of hell.

“Your soul is mine.”

It’s just mine.

He put his finger in the king’s silver hair and bent down.

The moonlight was cold and light, falling on the two figures by the window. The knight in black dress bows his head and kisses his monarch. The moonlight outlines their side faces.

The young monarch raised his hand.

Finally it stopped in mid air.

“Don’t break the contract again, my Lord.”

Said the devil softly.

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South of the hopeless inland sea.

In the cloth of the world, this area is collectively referred to as “South Katz continent”, which means “land of wilderness and barbarism”. The land here is barren, there is no continuous forest, even low shrubs are not, the earth is flat as if once in the epoch-making time, with a plow over.

However, in the barbarian language, it is called “gulendy plain”, which means “the place where the wolf sleeps”.

The first wolf in legend is a white haired wolf as big as a city. It is the soul of the wolves in the world, as long as there is a wolf alive in the world, it will never die. When it is weak, it will hide into a deep nest, in the cold and dark, into a skeleton, until its descendants all over the world.

When the wolves are like sand and sea, they will gather from all over the world and come to the place where the wolf sleeps and wake it up. The awakening of the evil wolf means that the world has become a paradise of war. Under the leadership of their leader, the wolves will wander on the earth and live on disaster and flesh.

The sky in the West was red with fire clouds, and the earth was covered with blood light and shadow. The wind blows across the grassland, presenting a kind of mind shaking vastness.

At this time, in the gulundi prairie, a large white tent was put up.

The heavily armored heavy cavalry of gurendy stood solemnly around the white tent, their faces hidden under the black helmets, which were forged into the shape of wolves. From a distance, it looks like a group of wandering wolves, suddenly gathered one day.

In front of the white tent, countless pieces of wood were built layer by layer, and finally piled into a huge tetrahedron. The setting sun fell on the pyramidal pile of wood, reflecting the blood smeared on it. It was a stunning campfire, and the cavalry patrolled around it.When the last ray of sunlight was lost by the night, the head of the heavy cavalry of the gurendys, Hal Mo, came out of the white tent.

The moment he came out, the cavalry around him immediately raised their guns. One hand clenched his fist and knocked heavily on his chest, shouting in the unique language of barbarians.

“Father.”

Hamu, hull’s son, came up.

“There’s a letter from Legrand. Would you like to read it?”

“Legrand?” Hal raised his head and looked across the abyss. “Read it to me.”

Hamu opened the letter, which had been sent to them secretly after many twists and turns, and read it in a low voice.

He was so awed by his father that he didn’t read the letter before he got his father’s promise. At this time, the more he read, the more serious his face became. On the contrary, there was no change in his father from beginning to end.

“What a pity.” After hearing the letter, hull sighed with regret, “now it seems that he can’t compete with the successor of the Duke of Buckingham Let’s reply to him. Let’s say we agree to the alliance. ”

“Yes

Hamu saluted respectfully.

At the moment when hull said “nuggin Empire”, he was not only the leader of the heavy cavalry of gulendy, but also the ancient barbarian Empire, the emperor of nuggin empire!

Dong, Dong, Dong.

Let the ground tremble with the sound of a drum, which is made of hundreds of feet of good cowhide. Eight gulendy warriors beat it. The drum sound is strong and powerful, far from the desolate prairie, just like a wolf who has been dead for many years, and the heartbeat is recovering a little bit.

And when the wolf wakes up, the world will become a battlefield.

Hull took his helmet from his son.

Then the breastplate, shoulder plate, wrist guard A whole set of heavy armor was put together on him, and finally his son brought him his huge epee. In a flash, he changed from a mercenary leader to a dignified emperor.

Hull held the handle of the sword. His strong muscles were driving the armor. He raised the Epee high.

Epee in mid air across a cold light, with the whirring wind down. Before the captive kneeling in front of the wooden pile came to wail, his head fell to the ground. Blood gushed out of the chamber, and at that moment it splashed high and fell on the huge pyramid piled up with countless firewood.

“Light up!”

Hull barked.

At the moment when his voice fell, the long-awaited heavy cavalry of gurendy took off the bow behind him and put the rocket on the bow string.

Rocket after rocket passed in mid air and landed on the wooden pile.

In the long wind of the grassland, the fire rolled up along the wind, and in a twinkling of an eye, the whole huge pyramid burned. The light of the fire swept the sky, just like a torch burning on the grassland for the whole world. The light of fire makes the armor of all Knights more ferocious and more like a group of wolves.

Hull led his people around the torch of heaven and earth, reciting a long old narrative.

That’s the history of the barbarians.

It is completely preserved in the narrative poetry handed down from generation to generation. From the birth of the first wolf to the end of the legend era, the devil wolf fell into eternal sleep, and the warriors with wolf blood scattered all over the world.

The ancient long poem overlaps together, the beginning and the last sentence of each stanza is an ancient call.

Come here! Barbarian warrior!

Come here! The descendant of the wolf!

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The drums are heavy and the rhythm is more and more like a heart beating. In the sound of drums and poetry, the heart beat of the heavy cavalry of gulendy gradually synchronized with the sound of drums. The heart beat of all people became the same, and the running shadows of wolves floated in all minds.

It is tens of thousands of wolves, they gallop out from every corner of the world, gather together, and finally form a terrible army, join the battlefield!

Come here! The descendant of devil wolf!

In front of the white tent on the gulundi grassland, a huge fire was lit and a huge drum was played. All over the world, on the large or small, fertile or barren grassland, a nomad suddenly stopped his action. They feel their own blood vessels, fighting is surging, heart becomes heavy and powerful.

All these things converge into an ancient call known to barbarians.

Anger gold empire will reappear on the earth again, the empire is calling its people!

All the nomads who heard this voice threw away their heavy objects and sold their cattle and sheep that used to look like life in the first time. Without hesitation, they left where they had been and gathered in the direction of gurendy.

Galloping horses come from all directions, like a tide. Historians who occasionally witnessed this scene exclaimed that “another wave of barbarian invasion will sweep the earth.”.

The wolf will wake up and the wolves will gather.