Power and Empire Chapter 1269: 0 years of grievances
The dark night is like a shadow, and the wind is wafting with water vapor on the river. After a rush in the middle of the night, the fat man finally reached the Bion River defense line, the Black Forest coalition camp below, he was unaware of the coming danger.
"Come on, to get the ebony support tomorrow! Let's have another drink"
There are people in the camp, all kinds of noises are coming and going, everyone is celebrating, and the patriarchs’ faces are full of excitement, and they continue to raise their wine glasses and gurgle, even the ones who have always been steady The patriarch of Punk, Punk Pasteur, was also unable to refuse. The patriarchs of various races took turns to drink more than a dozen glasses of barley wine. The corners of his mouth were filled with wheat bubbles, and his drunken eyes were full of red. Bloodshot
Different from his cheerful look, Ferrantier, who was sitting next to him, looked more and more ugly. As the banquet entered a high tide, Ferrantier didn’t have an injury. Able to drink,
The unscrupulous remarks made by the drunken patriarchs made him feel very harsh, especially when talking about the last battle of Ebony, it made him feel like sitting on pins and needles, and every word was like a whip, whipping fiercely. In his self-esteem that is more arrogant than others,
"My body is a little uncomfortable...!" Ferrantier, who was sitting next to Punk Pasteur, finally stood up and said with a sullen face. The five fingers were already slightly clenched because they were too hard. Whitish
Ferrantier stood up swayingly, making preparations to leave the table angrily, several self-conscious patriarchs quickly got up to persuade "Military officers don't need to be angry, everyone is drinking too much, don't take it to your heart!" "But Ferrantier's persistent attitude made the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly embarrassing
"I really don't know how to promote!" Punk Pasteur looked at Ferrantil's back, a flash of coldness in his drunken eyes, "This person, after all, is not a Black Forester." Thinking of this, his expression also appeared. A little bit indifferent
The reason why he relied heavily on Ferrantil previously was mainly because he wanted to use his strength and wisdom to help him defeat the Sukh, the biggest opponent in the Black Forest. Ferrantil did not let him down. Hope, in just half a month, both hard and soft, bought the second elder of the Sukh clan, Kassa, and used his hand to poison the elder of the Sukh clan with chronic poison, so that the Sukh Bailing who has not yet become the patriarch The power is emptied, and the super-experienced Sukh Lark actively asks to unite with the punk tribe.
If it hadn’t been the accident that night, the punk tribe might have already taken advantage of the chance that Sukh Lark was killed, and there was the second elder Kasa inside, it would be possible to swallow the entire Sukh tribe without any effort. Unfortunately, the plan is because A mysterious figure who appeared suddenly disrupted, not only left Sukh Lark, but also got his own son. This made Punk Pasteur very dissatisfied.
冇 But on the other hand, Ferrantil, as a descendant of the Prophet, throws out the news that Ulanto has the Prophet’s treasure. As expected, he immediately got the support of other tribes in the Black Forest. This method had to cause Punk Pasteur’s vigilance,
Ferrantil’s ability is too good,
The blood of the prophet is vividly reflected in him, and his nature is the kind of cruel figure who achieves his goal and unscrupulously used means. Such a person can be a sharp sword against the enemy, and it can also become his own confidant.
"In that case, please do it yourself! Come on, send the military division to rest!" Punk Pasteur shouted to the side with his tongue out, seemingly unaware that these ugly words have hurt his military,
A few punk servants came over
"No, I can go by myself!" Ferrantil stood up angrily. Pasteur's attitude made him very angry. Everyone could tell. He said that being uncomfortable was just an expression of dissatisfaction. It’s a pity that Pasteur’s method was obviously ignored by him. He worked so hard to help the punk tribe ascend to the throne of the first race in the Black Forest. Is the reward he got? Is it just such an attitude? ?
As he left, the patriarchs began to appear more unscrupulous." Anyway, the people who can appear here now are the natives of the Black Forest, and this black-robed man is obviously an outsider,
The Black Forest can exist independently for hundreds of years, and its exclusion has always been obvious. Otherwise, it will not become an extremely dangerous and terrifying place in the Salander population. Just look at Punk Pasteur. For the sake of importance,
The patriarchs of all races are respectful in face, but that’s only in face." In their traditionally critical eyes, this black robe is an ominous sign, and some people even call him an "unknown crow in private." "
"What an annoying guy, if it weren't for Patriarch Pasteur to contain him, I still don’t know where to wander!?" A drunk patriarch said in a jīky tone
"Who said no, it's just an outsider! I don't know what qualifications to sit here!" Another patriarch echoed, because he has been wearing a black robe, giving people an unfathomable look. Reminiscent of the ambush that caused the entire army of three thousand Sukh cavalry to be annihilated in daytime, it was from this man's handwriting. The patriarchs of all races have always feared more than liked this man, and saw him finally disappear into the distant crowds. Zero's figure, the look on his face, is more of a kind of disdain,
"Cheers, for victory!" There are drunken shouts everywhere, officers wandering around holding wine glasses, soldiers drunk on the ground with harassment, and these lively atmosphere are completely incompatible with Fei. Lantier's black robe, he walked in the barracks, surrounded by loud voices, but he felt extremely lonely. Although the entire camp was brightly lit, the soldiers deliberately ignored his presence,
This is mainly his black robe with a strong sense of mystery and uncertainty. It always gives people a feeling of indefiniteness, like a layer of invisible fog, shrouded in this mysterious black robe. , Everyone is avoiding him subconsciously
" It’s ridiculous, I’m an ominous person outside, and in the Black Forest, I’m still an ominous person! Is the blood of the Prophet reduced to such a state?" Ferrantil showed a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, he was lonely The figure stood in a corner of the camp, holding a wine glass, silently watching the celebrating crowd, loneliness in his eyes. No one talked to him. All the people in the Black Forest kept a distance from him vigilantly, with guards in their eyes.
Occasionally, some noisy drunks approached and wanted to talk to this strange guy. When he saw his black robe, he immediately stopped, turning around as if he saw a ghost, noisy crowd, food, music, fine wine ...... All of this has nothing to do with him. This is a world that does not belong to him.
This is the celebration of the winners, and he is a failure. In the words of these people, no matter how you confess your loyalty, you do not belong to the Black Forest.
"It's lively, isn't it?"
A figure walked over from the shadow beside him and raised the wine glass in his hand to him
" It’s you! "Ferantier’s face was slightly wrong, and his pupils shrank slightly. He remembered that this man was called Duan Torkas, the patriarch of the Dures clan. He deliberately asked at the banquet just now. The matter of the treasure of the Prophet Ferran forced Punk Pasteur to throw himself out to stabilize the hearts of the patriarchs, and it was tantamount to revealing the news about himself in the Punk tribe to everyone, and the sequelae it brought were not troublesome. . Is this person an enemy or a friend? "Ferantier frowned slightly, and raised his heart.
"Would you like to have a drink? Tomorrow you can enter the ebony tray of dreams and dreams!" Duane Newcastle said calmly, his eyes flashing with scorching light like flames." Your Excellency Ferranteer , There’s nothing wrong with my title!"
" You are not the same either. The Chen Nuo given to the nobles will soon be honored!" Ferrantil replied with a cold expression. The Duris clan ranked sixth in the Black Forest, and this Duan twisted Cass is also known as the most outstanding patriarch of the Dures tribe,
It is said that he has only succeeded as the patriarch for 4 years, and he has allowed the unheard-named Durres to emerge from the various races in the Black Forest. There are faint signs of rising stars. And 4 years ago, this Duan No one has ever mentioned the whereabouts of Patriarch Thukas. The reason for agreeing to send troops this time is for a mountainous area bordered by Wumutuo. The location of that mountainous area is not very good, and it is basically a wasteland that is difficult to cultivate. Ferrantil has always been skeptical about the Durres family using this as an excuse to join the coalition, but one more alliance is better than one more enemy.
"Hehe, each other, but my clan is not completely out of ideas about the treasures of the prophet!" Feeling the badness from Ferrantil, Duan Torkas smiled, and he was indifferent to Ferrantil. I don’t care, smiled
"At least I know that Emu Tuo is impossible to have any prophet's treasure. Therefore, if you capture Eum Tuo tomorrow, if you do not find the so-called treasure, it may not be a very pleasant thing for your Excellency."
"Why do you think this way? Everyone knows that the Prophet was exiled with the Saint Ebony. If the place where the Prophet’s bones were buried is there, the biggest possibility must be the city of Ebony built by the Saint! "
" Haha, what a naive idea! "Duan Tukas curled his mouth in disdain, his eyes lit up and said, "Although you are a direct descendant of the Prophet, when the Prophet was exiled, his pregnant wife was Salander was pardoned by the royal nobles, so I don’t know anything about the prophet’s last years, and it is completely forgivable. What I can tell your Excellency is that the prophet was not with the saint in Umto at the end. It’s just being with Moyake, my most trusted personal female guard. Moyake, the Muyake tribe, is there a bit of insight!"
"Who are you? How do you know this"
Ferrantil's body trembles slightly, and his eyes are incredibly laid-back, looking at Duan Torkas with a leisurely look. Many things about the Prophet Ferrand have been in the sky temple for hundreds of years. It was deliberately worn away. Even his direct descendant was only passed down from his ancestors. It was learned that when the Prophet Ferran was banished, his wife was pardoned because of the Salander noble.
As for the whereabouts of the Prophet after his exile, even his direct descendants don’t know,
The reason why he believes he is in Umutuo is because according to family rumors, those who were exiled together at the time, there was also Umutuo, the saint of the sky who held firm trust in the prophet and insisted on unwilling to change the original intention.
"My name is Duane Newcastle! You know this, but there is another surname you don't know, Umutuo in the game." Duane Twakes looked up at the full moon above his head, his eyes flickering, expression A faint response
"You are the descendant of the saint!" Ferrantier was shocked for a while in aphasia
"Okay, I don't have much time. I'm just here to tell you and get out of here right away" Duan Tukas said solemnly, "Because your stupid, self-righteous attack has already angered someone who shouldn't be offended. People, this is the internal turmoil in the Black Forest, let them bear it, you are not from the Black Forest, there is no need to join in!"
"You mean the Imperial Army?" Ferrantil laughed dumbly, his voice paused, and definitely said, "Impossible. Even if news of the war reaches the Imperial Army, plus the time they spend gathering their troops, it will be at least It will take more than 5 days. By then, everything has settled."
"So what? Can you defend the ebony in front of the 100,000 empire army?" Duan Thurkas finally persuaded him," or just like old Buss who was bewitched by desire and hopelessness. Like Germany, do you encourage other races to fight the empire together? Don’t be kidding, even if you mobilize everyone in the Black Forest, you can’t win this battle of disparity in strength!"
"Hehe, I never said to guard Emu Tuo!"
To his surprise, Ferrantil sneered. "The reason why I insist on going to Umutuo is just for an answer. This is very important to my Ferran family"
"What's the answer?" Duan Torkas asked unexpectedly
Ferrantier raised his head and stared at the sky with dignified eyes. After a while, he said, "For hundreds of years, outsiders thought that my Ferrand family was very beautiful. In fact, a few people know that we bear the humiliation, it seems The scenery is infinite. In fact, in secret, the royal family and the temple have been suppressed. The heirs of each generation have not lived to be thirty years old, either suddenly died of poison or madly died miserably,
This is what the prophet of light Feilan left us. He allowed himself to shine on everyone like a star, but let his descendants live in hell. The royal family and the temple have never given up monitoring the Feilan family, they are afraid What will the descendants of Prophet Ferran perceive from the family records,
I don’t understand why this is, why the prophet who led the Salanders to fight for the light in the first place brought such a miserable result to their descendants! For this reason, I even put down the figure of the descendant of the prophets and joined the temple as a low-level priest, so that I could know the truth of history from the records of the temple. It is a pity that all I get is only some people who have been sanctified. The temple has tampered with the truth"
"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Ferrantil looked savage, and exuded a strong hatred all over his body, and said, "But for our family, it is really heavy, and it has been weighing on us since we were born. Something,
I used to have three older brothers. They were all imprisoned by the temple for various reasons for trying to find the truth, and they died one by one in the end.
Their biggest wish before dying is to know what kind of person the true ancestor Feilan was,
They used their blood and lives to steal a royal secret file, and recorded an incident in it. There is a holy woman's palace in the underground of Wumutuo City! That's why the royal family has always wanted to destroy Umutuo,
"Similarly, there is the answer I want to know!" Ferrantier's voice stopped. If he could see through the mask that covered his face, he would see two rows of crystal clear tears streaming down his white cheeks. ,
"For this, are you going to drag tens of thousands of Black Forest people into the water?" Duan Tukas looked strange, his voice stopped, and said, "In fact, there is nothing but an empty palace. It’s only ruins. The real thing has already been burnt down with the Sukh civil strife that year. If you are so deliberate about what you want to know, I’m afraid you will be disappointed..."
"But there is still a complete statue of the prophet still remaining there, isn't it"
Ferrantil suddenly interrupted him with his hands clenched into fists, and his eyes were full of blood red, and he said sharply, "This is enough. I am the last descendant of the Ferran family. I have been carrying it for hundreds of years. Countless souls of the Feilan family came,
is like the black robe on my body. Since I have entered hell, I have no plans to live out of the Black Forest. Even if I die, I have to question the guy who brought disaster to all descendants, why, why is it so! "
"Why are you?" Duan Torkas shook his head. As a descendant of the first saint, he didn't expect the history of the Ferran family to be so bloody, compared to the descendant of the saint who was exiled, at least The Durres can also have a certain degree of freedom
"Since ninety-nine steps have been taken, I will not give up the last step!" Ferrantier said firmly with a look
" Well, go to your saint's palace! "Duane Newcastle gave him a serious look, took out a small square button from his arms, and threw it to Ferrantier." This is The key to the Temple of the Saintess, in fact, there is really nothing there. If there is, there is only the howling cold wind that cannot answer you. Good luck!"
"What about you. Don’t you go to Emu Tuo?" Ferrangel accidentally caught the thrown square buckle and glanced at it. There were a few weird numbers written on it, like a password.
"I’m leaving!" Duan Thurkas took a deep breath and said, "As I said earlier, your attack has already alarmed the Falcons. If I’m not wrong, hunt The Eagle Army should have noticed your plan to attack Umu Tuo!"
Duankatuos looked at the rolling river not far away, and said, "I don’t want to be involved in this trouble. I can’t look back after the Bianhe River. I have already ordered my men to start and return. The reason why I came to see you again is entirely for a wish of the first saint!"
"What wish?" This time it was Ferrantier's turn to look surprised,
" It’s nothing.. It’s just the resentment between two rivals!" Duan Torkas smiled bitterly, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and didn’t say anything, but the look on his face showed everything,
" It turns out that the saint is also a woman!" Ferrantil laughed, knowingly, and he finally knew why Duan Tukas had been targeting himself before. What kind of thing is this?
" Hundreds of years of resentment, forget it, let’s end it!" Duan Tukas shook his head, seemingly emotional and a little embarrassed, turned and left, and disappeared into the noisy crowd in the distance.
"Yes, hundreds of years of resentment should be over!" Ferrantier moved his gaze to the distant sky, starry night. It seems that the deep sky can never be seen through. Hundreds of years ago, the ancestor's head was covered by the same starry sky. The vicissitudes of the world are changing, but in the blink of an eye from the stars, there is no one who is immortal. The only thing that can maintain eternity is the starlight above the head at this moment. Mankind has always been looking forward to eternity. This is the latent desire of mankind.
Perhaps, it is the realization of their shortness that human beings hope to create a career that can be passed down behind them! The famous king and the hero created a glorious dynasty that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The heroes have made the grand plan of remembering their names, and what is left of their ancestors?
"It's a lively scene!"
Someone sighed. In the forest not far away, the fat man stared at the brightly lit Black Forest rebel camp below, holding the horse's rein tightly, and as expected, he obtained Bion The Black Forest rebels of the Great Victory River have completely lost their most due vigilance, and there is nothing to be vigilant. The Sukh cavalry that worries the coalition forces the most have been annihilated, and the entrance to the great oasis Bion has fallen into In hand,
Umutuo must be in chaos at the moment. In order to avoid the advance of the coalition forces, they are evacuating from Umutuo in a panic.
The current Black Forest coalition forces are already very optimistic that ~IndoMTL.com~ The coalition forces can reach the city of Umutuo tomorrow. The main force of the Sukh tribe was annihilated by World War I. The prospects are bright. There is no resistance in Umutuo. Beckon enthusiastically,
Within a few days, you can get a large sum of Sukh treasures, which is a very cost-effective thing no matter how you look at it, but unfortunately, your footsteps are over! "Facing the lonely moonlight above his head, Fatty's eyes flashed with determination,
His fingers moved to the hilt of the knife at his waist, and he made a sharp "suck" sound, and the gleaming light blue Samor sword was raised up against the moonlight,
At this moment, the cold and watery moonlight seems to be covered with a faint red, which is a sign of wind. As the blue light falls, the earth shakes slightly, and countless black shadows swarm out from the dense forest like arrows.
"Kill!" Like a ghost that suddenly appeared in the dark, the attacking formation of 7,000 Falcon cavalry trodden on the ground. With countless cavalry spears erected, the gloomy, dark cavalry's wings were silent. The swiftly stretched out, the dry and piercing sound of horses’ hoofs rolled like a thunderstorm, like a whirlwind crashing into the camp below, sweeping and destroying everything blocking the front
The fences, tents, houses, and horses of the Black Forest Allied Forces were smashed like paper, and the Black Forest soldiers who fled in all directions uttered a scream of death, and they were swept under the horseshoe by this steel torrent
Finally, the chapter of the Black Forest is over. . . Too difficult to write (to be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for a recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation. )