Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 46: Stars and dragons, and the empire far away

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"The Lord of the Mountains?"

Thyls was taken aback: "Why haven't I heard of it at all?"

"Because this **** has no human spokesperson, so it has neither a temple nor a church," Putila explained with a chuckle: "There are even few credible manifestations. It only exists in the people. In stories and legends passed down by word of mouth. http://%77%77%77%2e%6c%6e%77%6f%77%2e%6e%65%74 Please search (品#书￥) to see the most All! The most updated novel. For travellers in the mountains and the land, worshiping the Lord of the Mountains means more of a kind of safety and peace of mind while traveling abroad, and the gifts of the mountains are more like a ritual and help The means by which travelers overcome the severe cold."

"Word of mouth?"

"In the era of ancient empires, the lord of the mountains was once the common belief of the entire mankind, not only the people in the North, including you, the world center, the Ludol people who built the empire, as well as the Thorns and Dragons in the Southwest The Karensa people in the kiss, the Bone people in the great desert, the "Robbers" Neda people in the Near East, the Kisheli people who graze in the eastern grasslands, the dark-skinned red earth people in the extreme south, the Kasai people across the islands, Except for the Far Easterners, almost all humans know and recognize the existence of the Lord of the Mountains," the old man Kaslan took a sip of ale himself and said with emotion behind the bar:

"But now, even in the Northland, in addition to the simple folk customs, you can still see this simple faith...The name of the lord of the mountains has disappeared-just like countless precious Northland traditions- —All that remains is the temples of power and money."

"Ludol and Northlanders?" Thales lowered his head nicely, gnawing on the next bread: "I remember, the title of the Supreme King of the Stars..."

"Yes, we all know that," the counselor of the Grand Duke of Lombard, Viscount Kanda laughed ironically: "'The co-owner of the Ludor and the Northlanders in the Western Continent.' But I sincerely recommend you, In Exeter, the latter part can be omitted-the Northlanders have never acknowledged your right to rule us."

"As far as I know," Putila retorted sharply: "Two-thirds of the Northern Province during the ancient empire was in Exeter, and the remaining third was Stars in the Northern Territory—Those people from the stars also call themselves Northlanders and recognize the Supreme King’s rule over them."

"This is the problem," Viscount Kanda thoughtfully tapped on the bar: "The Northern Land belongs to the people of the Northern Land. Why is it attributed to the stars? Why is it attributed to the rule of a Ludor king? ?"

Thyls suddenly understood that the "Northland" refers to the Northern Province during the ancient empire a thousand years ago. It is a geographical concept, and the "Northlander" is a person who existed before the establishment of the empire and lived here. As for the human race of a piece of land, as for "Exter", this is a country established after the War of the End, and it carries far less weight than the "Northland", let alone the "Northlanders".

Like the star is a country that only existed after the end of the war, in fact, the humans living in the land of the star were called "Ludols" thousands of years ago, and they seem to be ancient empires. The main nation.

And today, the Northlanders and Ludor people have long lived together in the black sand collar of Exeter and the northern border of the stars.

Tyles lowered his head and inadvertently saw the wheat dregs precipitated in the wine glass. Suddenly he remembered the sunset bar in the underground street of the Xiacheng city, remembered the carefree bartender Yala, and remembered the vicious fat cook Edmund. There are also bar owners who have only appeared once or twice.

"Why? Because of history," Putila said indifferently: "To this day, whether in the Black Sands or the Northern Territory, the Ludor and the Northern People have lived together for many years, and they have long been separated from each other. ."

"Hmph, that is the land and people you snatched from the Northland," Kanda retorted: "Like the cold castle four hundred years ago, like the old tower two hundred years ago—your northern region , Is our southern land!."

The owner of the tavern, Kaslan listened to the dispute between Kanda and Putila, and couldn't help laughing out loud because of the unknown.

Thyls' heart shuddered: So this is the idea of ​​the Exeters?

He remembered the attitude and behavior of the sergeants toward them when he first entered the Lombard Barracks.

The stars want to defend their northern land, but Exter wants to regain the land belonging to the northerners.

It is ironic that the two sides are fighting for their own justice.

These are all sounds he can't hear in the stars.

"I really want to say,'The Northland belongs only to the people of the Northland'," Putila said with a chuckle: "The Arund family in the north of the stars once managed the entire Northland for the emperor. Province, where is the thousand-year-old family of the Qin-feng Duke..."

"Huh, the senseless pride of the stars," Viscount Kanda coldly snorted: "Speaking of the end, you still want to return to the ancient empire that has been perished for a long time, don't you? Still missing the authority of the Pegasus Throne And glory, miss those emperors whose sleeves are waving, the whole world trembles, and miss the era that can spread the map of the country from one end of the room to the other?"

"The empire is the most precious heritage of human history, the most glorious page, the most powerful existence, there is no doubt." Putila replied coldly: "Even if it no longer exists, its glory is passed on. So far, it has never faded."

"Ha! I almost forgot!" Kanda raised his hands and laughed ironically at Thales: "'If the stars are there, the empire will live forever', right? Your Royal Highness?"

Tyles shrugged, smiling at him in response.

"Don't make any royal jokes," Putila said coldly: "His bloodline stood on the top of the world and witnessed the rise and fall of mankind."

"Bloodline?" Kanda snorted heavily.

"The people of the North do not believe in blood, and they are the heroes who can carry the country and the people. They are naturally kings." The next moment, the Viscount of Exter narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "And listen carefully, Your Royal Highness , The so-called empire under the rule of the imperial family from your background leaves the world only a chaotic nightmare!"

"Uh, thank you for your point," Thales scratched his hair awkwardly, and he laughed twice: "It's really a novel point of view."

"New?" Kanda stared at him, and said lightly: "Have you heard the story of Quetzal Rumba? Your Royal Highness?"

"Quizo Rumba? The ancestor of the Rumba family? The King of Rebellion?" Thales replied enthusiastically.

"You don't need to speak from a subordinate of a local prince..." Putila was about to speak, only to find that Thales raised his hand with interest to stop his words.

"Please continue, Lord Viscount Kanda," Thales said with a smile, "I am interested in all knowledge."

Putila and Kanda both glanced at Thales unexpectedly.

"Do you know the Grand Duke of Trudida who rebuilt the tower? One of the ten princes of Exter," Kanda meditated for a while, and silently said: "Rebuild the tower, next to your old tower, by The famous historical knights of the Northland are ruled by the Ludida family, whose family emblem is a radiant sword."

"I don't know much, sorry, I'm only seven years old," Thales shook his head awkwardly: "But I would love to hear your explanation-what happened to the Trudida family? What does it have to do with Queso Rumba? ?"

"It’s not about the Trudida family, but their territory, rebuilding the tower and its surroundings," Kanda sighed, "It is the extreme east of the Northland, and it is also one of the entrances to the mountains of sighs. In the ancient empire era before the fission, the rebuilt tower was synonymous with barbarism and chaos-do you know why the rebuilt tower got its name?"

Thyls shook his head cooperatively.

"There used to be the exile prison and execution ground in the ancient empire. Those who go there need to be'rebuilt'" Kanda shook his head and said, "Rebuild the tower...Unfortunately, most of the prisoners inside did not survive. So as to recreate their lives."

Thyls nodded thoughtfully.

"In the ancient empire, a famous person, Quesso Rumba was imprisoned there."

Thyls frowned slightly.

Quizo Rumba.

He knows this person.

At least this is what Gilbert has mentioned in the world history that Gilbert made up for him-Queso Rumba, the "king of the uprising" in the North.

The man who opened the scene of the first civil unrest in the ancient empire.

But in the book, he is a green forest robber who runs across the large needle forest in the north. He accidentally killed the official officials of the empire during a robbery, so he was captured by the empire. His comrades attacked the execution ground and rescued him.

Quizuo, desperate, knew that he could not escape the imperial pursuit forever, so he did not stop at all. Through the Northlanders’ dissatisfaction with Duke Arund’s harsh government, spread rumors to split the Northland and set off a storm of chaos in the Northland. On the road of rebelling against the empire, his rebellion was finally easily extinguished by the empire's legion on the side of Gu Lao Peak.

But the first civil strife in the empire also started and intensified.

But today, Kanda told him a completely different story.

Just listen to Kanda indifferently: "It is rumored that the Lombard family is the descendant of Takmu, the first king of the north, in the ignorant era before the orcs invaded."

"More than 1,500 years ago, Queso Rumba was just an ordinary lumberjack in the northern provinces of the ancient empire, but he was superb, bold and righteous, helping the poor, and he was very famous in the local area. Arund knows such a person from the Duke’s family of the Province of Seville."

"It was the most glorious era of the so-called empire-the elves compromised with the empire, the dwarves became craftsmen, and after the orcs escaped from the glacier, the dragons disappeared, leaving only the Far East unconquered."

"So, when the empire's battle against the Far East was in full swing, Quesot was drafted into the army. With the glory and pride of fighting for the empire, he happily went to the battlefield. He fought bravely and was able to fight well, because he was in the north. The prestige of the people has been promoted all the way, until the empire appoints him as the earl of the empire and appointed him as the general of the Northland Army."

Tyles' heart stunned.

This story is completely different from the one he remembered.

"Thanks to the efforts of Quesuo and other legions, the Far Easterners were retreating steadily and trapped in an isolated city, leaving only soldiers with no food and no vitality. The sacred city of Kirin, which is about to fall, will see the empire's feat of unifying the world be realized Up."

"The emperor's desire is becoming more and more unreasonable, the demand is endless, the recruitment and labor have never stopped, the tax burden has increased, and the Northland Province, as the best source of troops, bears the brunt."

"The Northlanders couldn't bear it anymore. They started fighting taxes, fleeing, driving away the emperor's tax collectors, and began to face the authority of the empire with anger and abuse instead of enthusiasm and obedience."

"So the Duke of Aaron--the emperor’s servants could no longer receive enough taxes, did not collect enough labor, and even had repeated tax resistance incidents--even. The servants of the empire came up with a way : Find the most prestigious person in the Northland-the Northland Army Commander Quesuo, who is returning home to recuperate during the Army's rotation, and let him convince his native people."

Caslan sighed, Putile was silent.

Kanda continued:

"They persuaded Quesot to become their colleagues, and went with them to collect taxes and labor. Quesot did not nod; they also persuaded Quesot to use the form of declaration to persuade the people of the North to obey the empire. Quesot did not nod. ; They moved out of the name of the empire and ordered the generals of the empire to help them find the rebels in the north, but Quesuo did not nod his head."

"Quizo said: ‘I’m loyal to the Empire, but I’m from the North.’"

"This matter was finally known to the emperor."

"The emperor sent an edict, there are only two words in the face," Kanda's eyes became non-cold, he said indifferently:

"'Choose one.'"

Thyls only felt a chill behind his back.

Choose one.

"The next thing the people in the North know is that Quesot was exiled to the reconstruction tower until he re-proved his loyalty to the empire-the emperor could not tolerate his generals not being able to do this."

"But for a whole year, Quesuo did not let go. At the same time, people in the North who heard the news were even more angry."

"Finally, the emperor who heard the complaints from the Northland people was tired of Quesot's toughness and determined to use him to deter the people in the Northland with punishment and fear, and reaffirm the imperial majesty."

"Quizo Rumba was detained on the execution ground."

"There, he watched his son be beheaded, his wife was hanged, his daughter was hanged, his friend was whipped to death, and finally, when it was Quesot's turn, The angry Northlanders and Quesso’s subordinates broke through the reconstruction tower, entered the execution ground, killed the soldiers of the Empire, and rescued Quesso."

"The news came out, and the entire Northland was shocked. People took up their weapons again, put on armors, and gathered around the dying Quesot-but this time it was not for the empire but to resist the empire."

"Of course you know the story later..."

Thyls tasted the story-it was so different from what is written in the books of the stars.

"Yes," Thales said silently as he thought: "The King of Uprising fought to the end, with his last three hundred people..."

But at the end of the story, Kanda still surprised Thales.

"There is only one difference," Kanda interrupted him, her eyes gleaming: "There is no such thing as a ‘fight to the end’."

Thyls was taken aback.

"Quisuo had no plan to fight at all-he disbanded most of the rebels, only led the last three hundred people who never left behind, and launched the final charge against the three legions on the side of the Gu Lao Peak."

"This is more like a complaint to the emperor than a rebellion against the empire he has been loyal to his life, isn't it."

"After his death, every household in the Northland lit candles and respected him as king in accordance with the ancient rituals of the ages of kings."

"This is the story of the King of Uprising...Many people in Exeter are familiar with it."

"Do you understand, the emperor's descendants?" Kanda said indifferently: "What did the empire leave the Northland?"

Caslan watched Thales' reaction with interest.

Fortunately, everyone else is sitting at a round table some distance from them. Otherwise, Thales probably will soon be another tavern fight between the Stars and the Exeters.

"A well-decorated story," Putila said with a grin, "I'm strange, how do you know the emperor's edict so clearly, are you sure it's correct?"

"Don't be sarcasm, imperial man, anyway, you only have the brilliance of the empire in your mind," Kanda's eyes were full of disgust, and he continued:

"What did the empire give to the world? Years of endless military service and conquests, unscaled heavy taxes, greedy and corrupt empire officials, cruel and repressive rule by fools, ugly and dark religious oppression-you know like a mountain Did primitive beliefs such as the Lord, Shepherd Girl, Grassland Father, etc. disappear under the ban of the ancient empire and the conspiracy of the emperor and the Mingshen Church?"

"Thousands of years ago, the Northern Knights Temple was forcibly demolished by the emperor...It was the cradle and holy land where the knights originated, and the place where mankind resisted the ancient orcs together in the north!"

"Imperial man," Kanda took a sip of wine and sneered: "Stop lying in the glory of the past. You don't know how ugly your posture is."

"Keep on holding that idea, but history cannot change, even now," Putila said disdainfully: "I only see your carriage running on the road built by the empire, your currency is coined. It complies with the gold, silver and bronze standards set by the empire. No matter how many northern accents and habits, your language is still the old language and common language derived from the empire. Your army is still using the empire of the regiment, brigade, guard, and squad. Organization, your noble establishment adopts the imperial style of duke, earl, viscount, baron, and lord. Your paintings, poems, and music all draw nourishment from the glory of the imperial period... Without an empire, I am afraid that the North Now it’s just a piece of loose sand, backward and barbaric!"

"What can it prove?" Kanda interrupted him unceremoniously: "If the empire imposes on us with violence is called a gift, and we are complacent about it..."

"Forcing?" Putila also seemed to be agitated: "The knights of the kings of the north, almost joined the army of the kings of the sand, and joined the command of Emperor Komora Carrosser at the same time. You are The earliest supporter of the emperor was the most active sword and blade when building the empire!"

"Very well," Kanda said coldly: "Now, we, the sons and daughters of the North Wind and the Dragon, do not need that evil empire. We are self-reliant--please put away the pride of the empire, the empire."

"The north wind has seen a lot," Putila said lightly: "As for the dragon, if you mean the end embroidered with the Exeter flag, um, the quality is good."

"The significance of the dragon with the flag of Exter is not whether it exists or not. After all, we don't rely on a legendary beast to protect this country." Kanda said solemnly.

"But that represents our belief and temperament when Exeter was founded. That is the inspiration left to us by the northern hero Nekaru in the battle of the end-strength, patience, strength, perseverance, Pride, perseverance, and," Kanda glanced at the people of the stars, then took a big sip from the glass, and smiled deeply: "Never surrender...even a behemoth like an empire."

"And what are you left with?" Kanda sneered: "The Star Kingdom is just an antique, and it has no meaning in itself—the reason for its existence is just to testify to a piece of past history, for a long time to perish The soul of the country."

Putilla was about to answer, but he heard Thales sighed for a long time.

"Do you know?"

Kanda and Putila turned to the second prince of the stars at the same time.

"Whether it is Putila or Lord Viscount Kanda," Thales sighed deeply: "Even though one is a celestial person and the other is an Exeter, in your unpleasant encounter, I found the two biggest things you have in common."

Putilai and Kanda were taken aback at the same time.

"So what is that?"

It was the tavernkeeper who had been watching a good show, Kaslan, who was speaking out, but he just pressed his chin with interest and asked Thales: "What do you have in common?"

Thyls raised his eyebrows and shrugged:

"You two meet each other. Although you speak for your own standpoint, your brains will only hold the same thing."

"The least innovative thing."

Putilla looked suspicious, while Kanda frowned slightly.

"Empire."

Thyls said softly.

He bit his last bite of bread.

Putila and Kanda were startled at the same time.

"Hahahaha..." Kaslan clapped his hands and laughed: "What an interesting conclusion, what about the second common point?"

"The second one, um," Thales muttered while biting on the brown bread: "The two of them, even though they said so much about the empire..."

"But in fact, none of them have seen the appearance of an empire in person--whether it is the final empire six hundred years ago or the ancient empire more than a thousand years ago."

Caslan's laughter grew louder.

Putilai and Kanda's faces went dark together.

"Well said! The second prince of the stars!" Kaslan slapped the table happily and looked at Thales with a big smile: "They have never seen an empire!"

"Thank you for joining me," Thales shrugged: "On the one hand, it shows that the empire does have a profound influence. On the other hand..."

He looked at the two brawlers helplessly: "You are arguing with each other's imagination...really?"

Putila and Kandaqiqi turned their heads and stopped looking at each other.

"Look away, boys."

The old man Caslan shook his head: "Ancient legend, glorious past, lost history, sacred tradition, except for the nobles and stinky scholars who boast about the family, who still remembers now? But this stuff," He pointed out the door:

"The gift of the mountains~IndoMTL.com~ can prevent the young guys who go out in the cold winter from freezing and starving to death... That's enough, it is useful for people and has its own meaning of existence— —The lord of the mountains has not disappeared. It has been living in the crevices of the extreme cold of each of us, living in the gratitude of travelers taking food from the trees."

"The dragon and the empire," Kaslan sneered, "The same is true."

Putila and Kanda stopped talking, but they didn't look good on each other's faces.

Thyls smiled brightly.

"Boom!" Kaslan smashed a glass of obviously different color on the bar and pushed it in front of Thales.

"Good rye, a special offer in the Hero Tavern!" The old man grinned and said under Thales's surprised eyes: "The rye provided by my old comrade in Welland is limited daily."

"It's not the rough stuff they drink—this is for the words you just said!"

Tyles widened his eyes, looked at the gray-haired old man, then looked down at the wine in the glass.

"Don't hesitate, kid! Drink it up!" Kaslan showed off his powerful, unrestrained, old right arm muscles: "The criterion for judging a good fighter is whether the axe is swinging strong enough. The second is whether it’s refreshing enough to drink!"

"Uh...I'm only seven years old..." Thales looked at the wine glass the size of his head, widened his eyes, and said embarrassingly: "You know, children can't drink, it's bad for your health..."

"That's nonsense!" Kaslan threw a thumb and his yellow teeth, then slapped Thales on the shoulder, making him staggered: "You only need to drink at the age of seven!"

"Children, you can't grow up without drinking!"

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