Global Weird

Chapter 666 "Tyrant" of the Grassland, Irid Khan
"elder brother!"

The moon is like frost.

In a back garden of the Beimang Palace, Medolam was wearing a light blue dress, holding a notice in his hand, and angrily walked towards the garden pavilion.

In the gazebo, there was only a young man in white with sword eyebrows and starry eyes sitting at the stone table, drinking alone against the moon.

"..."

Facing the arrival of his younger sister, the Beimang Khan showed a helpless look on his face, and after putting down the gemstone wine glass in his hand, he sighed softly, "I have said many times, don't come to my bedroom alone at night, let outsiders see , only provoke the wind..."

"Snapped!"

Before he finished speaking, Medoram threw the notice in his hand on his face, and said angrily: "Brother! What are you thinking?! Third-class citizen slavery? Let ordinary orcs become slaves of grassland people ?!

Brother, are you still my brother? !
It's not enough to deprive the orc tribes of their kingship, make them loyal as subjects, and wantonly plunder the resources of the orc territory. What kind of third-class citizen slavery are you creating now? !
Do you want to completely turn our grassland into a country of slavery?How could you do such a cruel and ridiculous thing? ! "

"Others don't understand, but you should understand."

Arshan was not angry, he just took down the notice and placed it gently on the table.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the content of the notice, and said softly: "Over the years, I have been investigating the matter of that god, and finally I found that even if he cannot continue to repeat the historical phenomenon of [the troubled times are unified and all races are equal] , His resurrection process is still going on.

Because of [Equal Grassland Races], this kind of social status is also beneficial to him.

It is not enough, far from enough, to deprive the orc tribes of their kingship and let the orcs formally submit to our Northern Mang royal court.

The emergence of this "third-class citizenship system" that completely reduced the orcs to the slaves of the prairie people, I admit, of course I have selfish intentions, I want the prairie people to become the sole masters of the prairie, and I want the Nala royal family to pass on forever!
But at the same time, I also have righteousness.

No matter how future generations evaluate me, no matter what you think of me, I have a clear conscience. "

"absurd!"

Medolam was full of anger, and cursed loudly: "What kind of righteousness is this?! After so many years, why do you still think your idea is right?! How could the conditions for the resurrection of the gods be so strange! Logic! You're just making excuses for your tyrannical rule! Brother! You've really changed! It's become terrible!"

At the end, the woman's eyes were already flickering with tears, and there was a bit of crying in her voice.

At this time, the person in front of him seemed to be more and more difficult to coincide with the boy in white who smiled softly in the sun back then.

"..."

Arshan looked at Medolam with complicated eyes, and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"You don't need to worry about these things."

The Beimang Khan looked away, picked up the jeweled wine glass on the table again, and took a sip.

"I don't need to care?!"

Medoram looked at him and gritted his teeth, "Brother, after you become a traitor, do you think that god will let the rest of our family go? Do you really think that god will just discuss the matter and punish individuals?"

"Father Khan has already given the answer."

Arshan put down his wine glass, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said softly: "Do you still remember the letter you gave me ten years ago? Father Khan said in the letter that he was selfish when he was alive. Do the right thing and let me pay the terrible price.

Isn't that obvious enough?
He wanted me to fight against the gods, and he felt that he could be rewarded by the gods.

why?
Because Father Khan has always been very clear that even if I become a traitor and destroy the plan of the god, I will be the only one who will be tortured, and will not implicate other clansmen.

Even he, who deliberately concealed the truth and induced me to do this, can still get the reward of eternal life.

why?
That god is so stupid, so easy to fool?

No, it's impossible.

I'm more inclined, that god didn't even really wake up his consciousness at all.

All his behaviors in this era are set in advance, similar to the 'program' in the array circuit!
He searched for God's Chosen twice, gave divine power twice, the first time he gave it to his grandfather, and the second time he gave it to that generation of bear kings, and these two bestowed divine powers were all in an unconscious state, an automatic behavior of a 'program' .

Father Khan said that the gods had never communicated with grandpa a few times at all. Except for the first order, the subsequent visits to Shenyin were all stern reminders not to forget the original agreement.

And after I searched for the soul bear king, I found that it was the same.

Except for the first order, the god gave him the rest of the reminders, the content, tone, and emotional ups and downs of his speech were all exactly the same.

In other words, it is simply repeating the same sentence.

The so-called recognition of the chosen one, granting of divine power, reward of immortality after death, recognition of the traitor to the god, and punishment of the traitor to the god are all "programs" set in advance by the god, which can run automatically.

And he himself, until now, has not regained consciousness. "

Speaking of which, Arshan took another sip of wine, and then continued to calmly say: "What I am doing now is to delay his awakening and resurrection as much as possible. As I said ten years ago, this world does not need God."

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous!"

Medoram didn't know how to refute this increasingly unfamiliar older brother, and just looked at him with red eyes.

"As you wish."

Arshan turned his back to his sister, and said softly: "My conclusions have their basis, but you shouldn't know the secrets, so you don't need to believe my conclusions, anyway, it's the same sentence, these things you You don't need to worry about it, just leave it to me. I will bear the price of fighting against the gods alone.

As for the third-class citizenship system, there is no need to talk about it.

This matter cannot be carried out with a paper edict.

The edict I issued today is not a reminder of 'starting implementation', but a notice of 'successful implementation'.

The content of this policy has already started over the years, but now, it is only completely perfected, and by the way, it is a final conclusion. "

"..."

Medoram was completely silent, not saying a word.

Arshan continued to drink alone with Yue, but also did not speak.

For a while, in the garden pavilion under the darkness of night, there were only the sounds of pouring wine, drinking, and the rustling of flowers in the evening breeze.

"correct."

Suddenly, Arshan turned around, frowned and looked at Medoram, "I just remembered that your husband Nabatu came to me two days ago and told me that you have been married to him for more than 30 years, but Until now, the two of you have never had sex even once, and you are not even willing to touch him, is this true or not?"

"how?"

When this matter was mentioned, Medoram's expression darkened immediately, and she looked at him coldly, "Which law on the grassland stipulates that husband and wife must have intercourse? Which law stipulates that a wife must touch her husband's body?! "

"Tomorrow, you will be able to see these two new regulations on the "Prairie Law." Arshan frowned.

"Then you can also attend your sister's funeral at the same time!" Medolam's voice was cold.

"..."

As soon as this remark came out, Arshan was at a loss for words.

"You are husband and wife."

After a while, he looked at Medoram and said helplessly: "38 years, two months later, it will be another wedding anniversary for you two. Don't even touch him, it's too unfair to Nabatu."

"Over the years, I have taken the initiative to marry eight concubines for him. All of them are extremely beautiful and stunning in the world. Isn't that enough?"

Medolam turned her head, unwilling to look at Arshan, but said in a cold voice.

"But he never agreed, it's all your own idea."

Arshan sighed, "The only thing he likes is you, and he has never touched those eight women from the beginning to the end."

"I have done my best."

Medoram's pretty face was cold, "I never care what Batu wants to do. I have told Nabatu many times, let that guy play whatever he wants, and he can completely treat my wife as dead! I should You’ve done everything, with a clear conscience!”

As she said that, she looked at Arshan again with complicated eyes, "My body will only be touched by one man in this life, if he doesn't touch it, no one will be able to touch it!"

"..."

Arshan lowered his head, avoiding his sister's eyes.

He lowered his eyes, held the jewelry cup in his right hand, gently rubbed the red gemstone inlaid on the surface with his thumb, and said softly: "Medoram, next month, I will hold a wedding ceremony with Mu Linglan from the Mu family , she will be my first queen, and I hope you will come to attend then.

Just like your marriage back then, as an older brother, I gave you blessings, I also hope that my marriage can be blessed by my sister..."

"Boom!"

Before Arshan could finish his sentence, Medolam picked up the jug on the table with no expression on his face, and smashed it directly at his head with a clear and crisp sound.

The Northern Mang Khan's head is naturally unharmed.

However, there was a deep concave mark on the silver jug.

"You'd better not send me an invitation."

Medoram turned coldly and left, "Otherwise, your wedding will become that Mu Linglan's funeral!"

……

……

dusk.

The fiery red sunset glow hangs high in the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the sky and the earth.

Outside Beimang King City, in the depths of a certain vineyard, beside a frame of purple and green vines, there was a gray-haired, aging old woman lying on a rocking chair, covered with a blue blanket, and closed her eyes. Close your eyes, basking in the sun quietly.

Her face was already full of wrinkles, and there was a gentle kindness between her brows. It is not difficult to see that she must have been an unparalleled beauty in the world when she was young.

Time has never defeated a beauty.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the old woman seemed to have noticed something, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

It was a pair of brown eyes that were still clear, reflecting the figure of an old man in white.

"what……"

The old woman looked at the old man who suddenly appeared, with a gentle smile on her face, "So, you are so old."

"People always get old."

The old man in white moved a small stool from the side and sat next to the old lady's rocking chair.

"Am I ugly now?"

The old woman raised her right hand tremblingly, first glanced at the skinny arm that looked like old bark, and then touched her own face that was no longer smooth, her eyes were sad.

"No."

The old man shook his head lightly, then smiled and said, "It's still very beautiful, just like when I was a child."

"You are still as good at coaxing people as you were when you were a child."

Hearing this, the old woman couldn't help smiling.

Afterwards, the elderly brother and sister didn't say much more, just enjoying the peaceful time in the afterglow of dusk.

Until, as the sun sets, it is about to completely disappear at the horizon of the grassland.

"Brother, give me the Dingrongbufu pill."

Suddenly, the old woman looked at the setting sun that was about to disappear, and said softly.

"Not to live two more years?"

the old man asked softly.

"No."

The old woman shook her head lightly and smiled, "Rather than linger on in this old and incompetent posture, it's better to die directly. At least, before I die, I can show you my beautiful appearance when I was young?"

"You never change in my eyes."

The old man looked at her with a very serious expression, "In my eyes, you will always be that little girl who only followed me and cried, forever, forever."

The old woman didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile on her face.

The old man also completely understood the other party's intentions, took out a vermilion pill from the space necklace, and gently put it into the old woman's mouth.

This pill melted at the entrance, and in a blink of an eye, it formed a stream of red light, filling every inch of the old woman's flesh and blood, forcibly activating the abnormal blood in her body, and letting her weakened blood due to aging regenerate its final strength .

This is essentially a kind of "reflection" caused by external stimulation.

The outward manifestation is... rejuvenation.

This aging old woman is reverting to a "child" at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, she has changed from a skinny old woman with wrinkles on her face to a fair-skinned old woman. Beautiful young beauty.

"Long time no see, my flower princess."

The old man looked at her and smiled slightly.

Medoram seemed a little shy, covering her mouth and chuckling lightly.

"..."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Medoram said: "Brother, after I die, bury me in the tomb of our Nala royal family, okay?"

"This is against the rules."

The old man showed hesitation, "As a woman, you should be buried in Nabatu's family tomb after death."

"Unruly?"

Medolam couldn't help smiling, "But, brother, I remember that you haven't followed any family rules in your life, have you?"

"Ok."

The old man was speechless, and finally had no choice but to nod with a smile, "It's just that you can't make it clear that it would be a humiliation to Nabatu's family, can you understand?"

"of course."

Hearing these words, Medolam lowered her eyes, and a bit of guilt suddenly appeared in those clear and moist eyes, "I have already done a lot to Nabatu in this life, and I cannot let his family Shame too."

"..."

In this regard, the old man was silent.

"and also."

Medolam looked at him again, and said softly: "Don't engrave my real name on the real coffin after I die, and keep it by Nabatu's side.

Well, just engrave the name 'Medoram', anyway, that's what you've called me since you were a kid.

In addition, my coffin needs a beautiful transparent crystal coffin, and it needs to be paved inside..."

"Etc., etc!"

Hearing this, the old man quickly interrupted, "Medolam, you are a grasslander, no matter whether you or I have half Daluo blood in our bodies, we are all grasslanders, and the identity of a person should not be judged by blood, but by blood." In terms of behavior.

You and I have lived in the way of the grassland people all our lives.

Indeed, in recent years, it has been very popular for noblewomen in Daluo to take the Dingrong Bufu Pill to restore their youth, and then bury them in transparent crystal coffins, leaving the younger generations with the beautiful appearance of an incorruptible female corpse.

But you can't, Medolam, you are a prairie, and you should be very clear, according to the tradition of our prairie, we can't be buried in this transparent crystal coffin, if you insist on a crystal coffin, I can help you Find something opaque to..."

"Do not."

Before the old man finished speaking, Medolam shook his head lightly, and said with a smile, "I just want to be transparent, because I want you to come to see me often after I die, and to be able to see me."

"Medoram."

The old man looked at her, his face darkened, "I said, no..."

"elder brother."

Medoram interrupted the Beimang Khan again, "In this life, you have never let me be self-willed a few times, let me be self-willed once, just this time, anyway, you have never been a traditional Guy, why do I have to follow tradition?"

"I……"

The old man was at a loss for words and sighed helplessly, "So, elder brother still has to be a role model, if he can't set a good example, he can only let his younger sister follow suit."

Hearing these words, Medoram immediately smiled, and his eyes were bent into crescent moons.

"anything else?"

The old man looked at her and said with a helpless smile: "You didn't finish talking just now, what else do you need to put in the crystal coffin?"

"flower."

Medoram's voice was soft, and his eyes were full of reminiscence, "My crystal coffin will be covered with flowers, and the varieties of flowers should be the ones you gave me the most when I was young, and remember not to let them rot Oh."

"I remember."

The old man said seriously.

"So……"

Medolam looked at him in a trance, raised her right hand, touched his face lightly with her fingertips, and said with a smile: "It's time to say goodbye."

"Brother, see you in the world after death."

"If you are going to be punished by the gods, then I will accompany you."

After all, the beauty gently closed her eyes.

Her raised right hand slowly fell like a withered petal.

Medolam just lay on the rocking chair next to the grape arbor, eyes closed, smiling at the corners of her mouth, as if she was just a little sleepy and wanted to take a nap.

"call--"

The old man trembled and took several deep breaths, then stretched out his hands tremblingly, helped her wrap the blue blanket around her body, sat beside her, and looked at the horizon.

His cloudy brown eyes seemed slightly moist.

At this time, the dark red sunset at the horizon of the grassland completely set.

The last ray of afterglow at dusk disappeared.

(End of this chapter)