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But it’s useless to cover his ears. This heavy, weird voice is unstoppably pouring into his brain in an unspeakable way, and he can’t even tell what language it is.

【He who carries this alliance...the alliance...the one...】

If you really want to say it feels like thousands of blades are tearing a piece of steel!

Even the table and floor tiles under him are constantly shaking.

【The betrayal of relatives...】

"Wori!"

Tels only felt that the world was spinning, and could not help closing his eyes tightly, but he felt that everything around his body was vibrating at a high frequency!

He couldn’t help shouting:

"What the hell!"

The crime of the prison river surged crazily, but it had no effect at all.

The heavy and sharp voice continued, becoming shorter and stronger, clearly distinguishable:

【Flame burning body——】

The ups and downs of the words and sentences were shocking, and Thales only felt that his chest was numb:

【The soul breaks the prison river! 】

Finally, the last syllable disappeared and everything stopped.

Thyls leaned on the table, put down his hands covering his ears, and opened his eyes trembling.

Unconsciously, he was already sweating coldly.

The Ballard room is still quiet.

The lights are shining and everything is as usual.

Opposite him, King Kessel sat on the seat, rubbing his forehead with the same expression:

"Relax, this fits the record..."

Tyers got up and took off the bone ring three times.

It rolled a few times, then stopped on the table, the head of the beast opened its mouth fiercely, as if it was about to swallow everything.

"What the **** is this...what the hell?"

Tels took a few deep breaths, feeling lingering.

"Magic power, right?" The king exhaled, and gradually returned to normal:

"This is the curse."

Tyles rubbed his ears desperately, but found that they no longer hurt. It seems that everything just now... is an illusion that never happened.

"Curse?"

King Kessel nodded, his expression turned cold again:

"In the age of empires, some people say that they came from under hell, from the source of the river of prison, which is proof that demons disturb the world."

"Some people say that they are just concocted by warlocks of quagmire, alarmist self-fulfilling prophecies, but self-deception."

“Some people say that they come from the mysterious and terrifying unknown ancient gods, hibernating in corners missed by the gods when they created the world.”

"But even the once knowledgeable wizards can't fully understand the secrets of it. They can only classify it as the most hidden and taboo part of magic, stay away and put it on the shelf."

The king glanced at Gortaxa, looked at Thales faintly, and spoke deeply:

"This is the curse placed by the ancient wise men in the orc tribe. It is mysterious and lasting."

Curse.

Tales panted and wiped a sweat:

"This...is it useful? What can it do?"

The iron-fisted king gave a low laugh.

"Those orcs," he was silent for a while before he said, "700 years ago, those eight orc tribes who were willing to help mankind fight disasters did not send troops out of generosity and sympathy."

Tales gave a look.

"Nicaru promised that they would live in and multiply after the victory of the war as a ‘snow-free land’.

King Kessel slowly said:

historical

"That is the eight tribes of orcs in the great desert today, under the throne of the dragon skeleton."

Thyls frowned:

"The Great Desert?"

He remembered the experience in the desert and the brief contact with the orcs:

"The eight tribes of orcs in the desert, how come from?"

Thales reacted immediately:

"Wait, there is no snow and no freezing?"

The king stared at him quietly.

Thyls smiled:

"So Nekaru played a word game? The land he promised before the war, but was allocated to the orcs after the war, is something that no one wants at all-barren desert?"

What should I say, Nekaru, you damn...

Little clever ghost?

Thyls thought of the silver shadow man in the belly of the mountains, dumbfounding.

"Word games?"

But the Ironfist King gave a cold snort, causing the lights in the room to tremble.

He glanced at Thales lightly:

"Do you know how the Dragon King died?"

Thales heard this, and his smile suddenly closed.

He has an ominous premonition.

"Sick and die."

Thales cautiously:

"The King of Neckarru spent his entire life with injuries and died young. The nephew behind him, Nun Walton the'Smileer', inherited the position and title of Neckarru, and changed the name of Fort Arunde. For Longxiao City, to commemorate his uncle, the founding king of Exeter."

Speaking of this, Thales can’t help but think of "Neckaru’s Oath" and the hundreds of years of struggle between the king and the princes:

"But the smiler and the nine lords under Nicaru dissatisfied each other, leading Exeter into a terrible splitting turmoil-until the'Black Eye' John led the army to the Northern Expedition, forcing them to unite and the ten grand princes 'Nikaru Oath', fight the stars together."

"Yes," King Kessel listened and hummed softly:

"But that is the official statement."

Official statement?

Tyles narrowed his eyes and waited for the following.

"In the Kingdom Secrets, there is an extremely early top-secret information, which was sealed by the deadly Iris."

King faintly said:

"It is recorded that one night after the establishment of the Kingdom of Exeter, countless people in Allendburg woke up from their sleep."

"But I heard the harsh wind, resounding through the sky."

"I see the blue flames covering the moon again, melting away the snow of Qianfeng."

The wind, the sky, the blue flames...

Listening to these unnatural visions, Thales, who had experienced it, was surprised:

"What? You mean..."

King Kessel was silent for a while, quietly nodding:

"Exactly."

"The mythical dragon, the so-called ‘Queen of the Sky’, passed down by the people as the spouse of Dragon Knight, descended on the cliff of the sky that night."

In the narrow and dark Ballard room, the Ironfist King spoke in a deep voice:

"It lowers the merciless flame..."

"The human hero who made his achievements and fame and respected by thousands of people, the king of dragon knights, Neckar Ax I..."

"Alive..."

"Burn to ashes."

The voice fell, the lights dimmed.

"what?"

Thyls screamed in surprise.

His gaze turned to the tabletop, fixed on the gray and ferocious bone ring.

What are you doing?

The statue standing on the highest point of Longxiao City.

The most proud hero of the Northlanders.

The founding monarch of Exeter.

The silver shadow under the mountains.

The King of Dragoons.

Nicaju Acres.

His end, he was given to by the Queen of the Sky by his own, or the "wife" passed down by the world...

give....

There is also the fairy tale, the founding story of the dragon queen and the knight king...

Tyles’ brain is blank, and it is difficult to understand the logic behind this truth.

"I said, the vow is a person, not a cold language, stealing, slippery, and playing with words are just trails."

The king said slowly, jealous and serious.

Sneak rape, play slippery, play with words...

Thales' eyes narrowed.

and many more.

Nikaru’s promise, orcs, a land without snow and ice, a great desert.

So, it was just now...

Remember this ally.

People betrayed their relatives.

Recalling the magic sound he had just heard, Thales looked startled.

"Gortaksa has his own judgment as to what promises are made, what promises are kept, what is a breach of promises, and what is abandonment of promises."

Across from him, King Kessel also looked at the bone ring, his eyes flashing:

"It will, when necessary, in its own way..."

"Respond."

Respond.

Below the mountains, the laughing silver shadow man flashed in front of Thales for the last time.

Instead, Gortaxa, the magic sound in the covenant:

Burning flames.

Soul Broken Hell River.

(End of this chapter)