Power and Empire Chapter 1269: 0 years of grievances

The dark night is like a shadow, and the wind is wafting with water vapor from 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 was unaware of the coming danger.

"Come on, to win the ebony support tomorrow! Let's have another drink"

People in the camp are crowded, all kinds of noises come and go, everyone is celebrating, and the patriarchs’ faces are full of excitement, and they continue to raise their wine glasses and go down, even the always stable punk Patriarch Punk Pasteur was also unable to refuse, and the patriarchs of all races took turns to drink more than a dozen glasses of wheat pi wine, with wheat foam floating in the corners of his mouth, and a pair of drunken eyes full of red sè. Bloodshot

Different from his excited look, Ferrantier, who was sitting next to him, had a more and more ugly face. As the banquet entered the high chao, Ferrantier could not drink because of his injuries. ,

And the unscrupulous remarks made by those drunk 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 him fiercely. On that 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 an irony face. The five fingers were already slightly white because they were clenched too hard.

Ferlandier stood up swayingly, making preparations to leave the table angrily. Several self-confessed patriarchs quickly got up to persuade "Military officers don't need to be angry, everyone is drunk 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 cold flash in his drunken eyes, "This man, after all, is not a Black Forester." Thinking of this, his **** sè also Looks a bit indifferent

The reason why he relied heavily on Ferrantil previously was mainly because he wanted to use his identity and wisdom to help him defeat the Sukh, the biggest opponent in the Black Forest. Ferrantil did not disappoint his hopes. In just half a month, he did both hard and soft and bought the second elder of the Suk tribe, Kasa, and used his hand to poison the Suk tribe with slow poison. The elder, let the power of Sukh Lark, who has not yet become the patriarch, be emptied, and forced Sukh Lark, who has little experience, to take the initiative to ask for union with the punk tribe.

If it hadn't been for the accident that night, the punk tribe might have already taken advantage of the chance of being killed by Sukhbarin, plus there was the second elder Kasa inside. It is completely possible to swallow up the entire Sukh tribe without any effort. Unfortunately, the plan was disrupted by a mysterious figure who suddenly appeared. Not only did Sukh Lark go away, but also his own son was taken in. This made Punk Pasteur. Feel very dissatisfied,

On the other hand, Ferrantil, as a descendant of the Prophet, throws out the news that Ulanto has a treasure of the Prophet. Sure enough, it immediately got the support of other tribes in the Black Forest. Such a method had to arouse Punk Pasteur’s vigilance.

This Ferrantil’s ability is too great,

The blood of the Prophet is vividly reflected in him. And at its root, it is the kind of cruel person who does nothing to achieve the goal, such a person can be a sharp sword to deal with the enemy, and it can also become a confidant of one's own confidant.

"Since" "So, please do it yourself! Come here, send the military division down to rest!" Punk Pasteur shouted to the side with his tongue out. I don’t seem to know that these ugly words hurt my military,

Several 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 discomfort 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 person is obviously an outsider.

The Black Forest can exist for hundreds of years, and the external rejection has always been obvious. Otherwise, it would not become an extremely dangerous and terrifying place among the Salander population. Just look at Punk Pasteur. For the sake of importance,

The patriarchs of all races are still respectful in face, but that is only a matter of face. In their traditionally critical eyes, this black robe is an ominous sign, and some people even call him "unknown in private". Crow" "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 excitedly

"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 impression. Reminiscent of Bai Rì's ambush that caused the entire army of three thousand Sukh cavalry to be annihilated, it was from this man's handwriting. The patriarchs of all races have always feared more than liked this person, and saw him finally disappear into the distance and the crowd was slightly lonely. Zero's figure, the **** sè on his face, is more of a kind of disdain, "Cheers, for victory!" There were drunken shouts everywhere, and the officers wandering around holding wine glasses were drunk on the ground. The soldier with the Harazi up there is completely unable to blend in with the lively atmosphere, is Ferrantier’s black robe. He walks in the barracks and is surrounded by loud voices, but he feels extremely lonely, even though the entire camp is lit. Bright, but the soldiers deliberately ignored his existence,

This is mainly because of his black robe with a strong sense of mystery and uncertainty, which always gives people a feeling of indefiniteness, like a layer of invisible fog, shrouded in this mysterious black robe. "Everyone is evading him subconsciously." It’s ridiculous. I am an ominous person outside, and I am still an ominous person in the Black Forest! Is the blood of the Prophet reduced to such a situation? With a wry smile, his lonely figure stood in a corner of the camp, holding a wine glass, silently watching the celebrating crowd, his eyes revealing loneliness. 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 and turned around as if he saw a ghost. The 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 victors, and he is a failure. In the words of these people, no matter how you confess your loyalty, you don't..." "It belongs to the Black Forest."

"It's very lively, isn't it?"

A figure walked over from the Yin shadow next to him and raised the wine glass in his hand to him. "It's you!" Ferrantier's face was slightly astonished, and his pupils shrank slightly. He remembered this person calling Du Antokas. The patriarch of the Durres clan, at the banquet just now, he deliberately pressed the treasure of the Prophet Ferran, forcing Punk Pasteur to throw himself out to stabilize the hearts of the patriarchs, which is equivalent to putting himself in the punk clan. The news is revealed to everyone, and the sequelae brought by it are not troublesome. Is this person an enemy or a friend? "Ferrandier frowned slightly and raised his heart.

"Would you like a drink? Tomorrow you can enter the ebony pagoda of dreams!" Duane Newcastle said calmly, his eyes flashing with scorching brilliance like flames." Ferrantil Your Excellency, there is nothing wrong with my title! ""You are not the same either. Chen Nuo given to the nobles will soon be honored!" Ferrantier replied coldly. The Durres tribe ranks sixth in the Black Forest, and this Duan Tukas is also known as the most outstanding patriarch of the Durres tribe.

It is said that he has only inherited the position of patriarch for 4 years, and he has allowed the duresses, who were originally unknown, to show their prominence from the various races in the Black Forest. There are faint signs of a rising star, and four years ago, the whereabouts of the Patriarch Duan Tukas had never been mentioned. The reason for agreeing to send troops this time is for a mountainous area that is critical to Umto. The location of that mountainous area is not very good. It is basically a wasteland that is difficult to reclaim. Therefore, the Dures tribe used this as an excuse to join the coalition. Ferrantier has always been skeptical, 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's mouth chuckled, indifferent towards Ferrantil I don’t care, smiled

"At least I know that it is impossible for Emu Tuo to have any prophet’s treasure, so I will capture Umu 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 so? Everyone knows that the Prophet was exiled with the saint Emu Tuo. If the place where the Prophet’s bones were buried is there, the most likely it must be the city of Eum Tuo built by the saint! "Haha, that’s true. Innocent thoughts!" Duan Torkas curled his mouth in disdain, his eyes brightened and said, "Although your Excellency is a direct descendant of the Prophet, when the Prophet was exiled, his pregnant wife was acquired because he was a nobleman of Salander. Because of the royal family’s forgiveness, I don’t know anything about the Prophet’s last years. It’s completely forgivable. What I can tell your Excellency is that the Prophet was not with the saint in Umuto at the end, but with whom he trusted the most. The close female security guard Moyake is together, Moyake, the Muyake tribe, is it a bit of insight!"

"Who are you? How do you know this"

Ferrandier's body trembles slightly, and his eyes are unbelievably looking at Duan Torkas who is a leisurely god. Many of the events of the Prophet Ferran have been deliberately affected by the later Sky Temple in hundreds of years. Worn off, even his direct descendant is only passed down from his ancestors. It was learned that when the Prophet Ferran was banished, his wife was pardoned because of the identity of the Salander nobleman.

As for the whereabouts of the Prophet after his exile, even his direct descendants don’t know,

"Kwon Kuk 1269 Hundred Years of Gratitude" The reason why he believes he was in Umutuo is because according to family rumors, he was exiled together at the time, and he held firm trust in the prophet and insisted on reluctant to change his original intention Saint Ebony, "My name is Duan Newcastle! You know this, but there is another surname you don’t know, Umto in the Su game." Duan Newcastle looked up at the full moon above his head, his eyes flickering. , God replied faintly

"You are the descendant of the saint!" Ferrantil was shocked for a while in aphasia

"Okay, I don't have much time. I'm just here to tell you and leave here right away." Duan Tukas said solemnly, "Because your stupid and self-righteous attack has already angered someone who shouldn't Those who provoke, this is the internal strife of the Black Forest, let them take care of it, you are not from the Black Forest. There is no need to join in!"

"Are you talking about the emperor?" Ferrantil laughed blankly, his voice paused, and definitely said, "Impossible, even if the news of the war reaches the emperor, plus the time they spent gathering troops, It will take at least 5 days or more. By then, everything has settled."

"So what? Can you guard the ebony in front of the 100,000 empire army?" Duan Thurkas finally persuaded, "Or like bewitching the old Pasteur who was stunned by yùwang In that way, do you encourage other races to fight the empire together? Don’t be kidding. Even if everyone in the Black Forest is mobilized, they 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

Ferrandier raised his head and stared at the sky with dignified eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, "For hundreds of years, outsiders think my Ferran family is beautiful. In fact, a few people know that we bear the humiliation, it seems The scenery is infinite, and in fact, it has always been suppressed by the royal family and the temple in the dark. Each generation of heirs has 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 let himself shine on everyone like a star. But let their descendants live in hell, the royal family and the temple have never given up on the monitoring of the Ferran family, they are afraid that the descendants of the Prophet Ferran will perceive something from the family records.

I don’t understand why this is, why the prophet who led the Salanders to fight for the light finally brought such a miserable result to his 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?" Ferrantier **** Sè ferocious, exuding a strong hatred all over his body, said, "But for our family, it is really very heavy, and it has weighed on us since we were born. Things on your body,

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 greatest wish before dying is to know what kind of person Feilanxian "Quanguo" ancestor really is,

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 Eumto. "Similarly, there is the answer I want to know!" Ferrantier's voice stopped, and if he could see through the mask that obscured his face, he would see two lines. Crystal clear tears flowed down the white cheeks,

"For this, are you going to drag tens of thousands of Black Forest people into the water?" Duan Twakas was strange, his voice stopped, and said, "In fact, there is nothing but an empty temple. The pavilion is only in ruins. The real thing has already been burnt down with the civil strife of the Sukh people back then. If you are so deliberate about what you want to know, I'm afraid you will be disappointed..."

"But there still remains a complete statue of the prophet, isn't it"

Ferlandier suddenly interrupted him with his hands clenched into fists, blood-red and sternly said, "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 have come,

Like the black robe on my body, since I have entered hell, I have no plans to walk out of the black forest alive, even if I die, I have to question the guy who brought disasters to all descendants, why, why is it so! ""Why are you?" Duan Tukas shook his head. As a descendant of the first saint, he did not expect the history of the Ferran family to be so bloody. Compared with the descendant of the saint who was exiled, at least Du Lei The Si nationality can still have a certain amount of zìyóu" Since I have already taken ninety-nine steps, I will not give up the last step! "Ferrandier said firmly, "Well, go to your holy woman's palace!" "Duane Newcastle gave him a dignified look, took out a small square button from his arms, and threw it to Ferrantil." This is the key to the Saintess's Palace. Actually, there is really nothing there. , If there is, it can only answer your howling cold wind, good luck! ""How about you. Don't you go to ebony? "Ferangel accidentally caught the thrown buckle. After a glance, there were a few weird numbers written on it, like a code," I'm leaving! "Duan Thurkas took a deep breath and said, "Like what I said earlier, your attack has alarmed the Falcon Army. If I am not wrong, the Falcon Army should have noticed your attack on the ebony. Trust's plan! "

Duan Kartus 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 Bian River. I have 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 Ferrantil's turn to look surprised. "It's nothing...just the resentment between the two rivals!" Duan Twikass smiled bitterly, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. I didn't say it, but the **** sè on his face had already stated everything, "It turns out that the saint is also a woman!" Ferrantier laughed, knowingly, and he finally knew. Why has Duan Tukas been aiming at himself before? What kind of thing is this?" Hundreds of years of resentment, forget it, let it be over!" Duan Tukas shook his head. It seems quite emotional, but also a little embarrassed, turned and left, disappearing into the noisy crowd in the distance

"Yes. Hundreds of years of resentment should be over!" Ferrantil moved his gaze to the distant sky, starry night. The deep sky. It seems that you will never be able to see through it. Hundreds of years ago, the "entertainment show" above the ancestors was covered by the same starry sky. The vicissitudes of the world are changing, but in the blink of an eye of the stars, there is no 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 potential of mankind.

Perhaps, it is because they are aware of their shortness that human beings hope to create a career that can be passed down behind them! Famous monarchs and heroes created a glorious dynasty that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The heroes have made the grand plan of remembering their names. 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 got Bion The Black Forest rebels of He Dajie have completely lost their most due jǐng ring, and there is no need for jǐng ring. The Sukh cavalry that worries the coalition the most have been wiped out. The entrance to the great oasis, Bion has Fall into the hands,

As for Umutuo, it must be in chaos at this moment. In order to avoid the advance of the coalition forces, we are evacuating from Umutuo in a panic.

The current Black Forest coalition forces are already very optimistic that tomorrow the coalition forces can reach the city of Umutuo. The main force of the Sukh tribe is annihilated by World War I. The prospects are bright, and Umutuo, who has no resistance, is beckoning enthusiastically.

Within just a few rì~IndoMTL.com~, you can get a large sum of Sukh treasures. No matter how you look at it, it is a very cost-effective thing. Unfortunately, your steps are over! "Facing the lonely moonlight above his head, Fatty's eyes flashed with determination,

He moved his fingers to the hilt of the knife at his waist, and with a sharp squeaking sound, the light blue Samor sword was raised up against the moonlight,

At this moment, the cold and watery moonlight seemed to be covered with a faint red sè, which was a sign of wind. As the blue light fell, the earth shook slightly, and countless black shadows swarmed 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 lances erected, the two wings of the dark, dark cavalry were silent. The breath spreads quickly, and the dry and piercing sound of horseshoes rolls like thunder, like a whirlwind hitting the camp below, sweeping and destroying everything that is 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 for their lives let out a scream of death, and they were swept under the horseshoe by this iron torrent

Finally, the chapter of the Black Forest is finally over...too difficult to write (to be continued.)