I became the old one

Chapter 56 Donez the Exile (two in one, please read more)

"It's so beautiful."

Donez put the crown in his hand on top of his sister's head, stepped back two steps, and said softly, "My sister, my king."

Hispania was completely stunned.

"I... this is not what I want..." She murmured, under the huge shock, it was almost difficult to organize a complete sentence.

"Don't doubt yourself, Hispania."

Donez sighed, "You are closer to the flame of the gods than anyone, even our father, and wiser than anyone."

"More than 30 years ago, when the evil god descended from the sky, you were the first to notice that something was wrong. Not long ago, you were also the first to risk your life to enter that poisoned city and wake us up Father's consciousness."

"If it weren't for you, I, and many dragonborn, might have died in the war."

Donez paused for a moment, then looked into his sister's eyes with burning eyes, and said seriously: "You will become a qualified king."

"But, if I become king, what about you?"

Hispania asked back.

"I've already figured out my way back." Donez said, "I'm going to Winterfell, where I will guard the Great Wall, resist monsters and evil corpses on the ice field, and pay for the sins I committed in the past."

"I hope that after a thousand years, when I meet my father again in the kingdom of flames of the gods, I can hold my head up high, without any impurities in my noble soul."

Hispania fell silent.

From the destruction of Shenqi City to the end of the offensive and defensive battle of Koster Fortress.

Less than a month before and after.

A short period of one month is nothing to a dragonborn whose lifespan can reach a thousand years.

But in this short period of one month, my elder brother has undergone earth-shaking changes. He is still the same as before, but he has become more mature and stable, just like his father back then.

Hispania saw the saintly unwavering light in Donez's pupils.

She knew she couldn't persuade anymore.

Hispania stretched out his hand, and finally lowered it weakly, and said softly: "I wish you good fortune, my favorite brother."

"I also wish you can bathe in the glory of the gods forever." Donez knelt on one knee and saluted, "My sister, my queen."

……

Donez left from the Coster Fortress.

Go alone to the cold winter city in the north.

And soon after.

A grand celebration was held in the Koster Fortress, and Queen Hispania became the third generation king of Dragonborn and also the third generation high priest.

on that day.

The dragon descendants came from different cities across the long mountains and rivers to celebrate the queen's ascension to the throne.

Even, on that day, there was also Feathered Serpent Dragon descending in person.

This incident has also been passed down as a good story.

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Coster Fortress is in the south of the mainland, while Winterfell is almost in the northernmost part of the mainland.

Between the two, there is a distance of thousands of kilometers.

This is not an easy road. There are countless difficulties and obstacles. Even for dragonborn, it is full of deadly dangers. If you are not careful, you may lose your life.

Donez, on the other hand, relied on his courage and superhuman physical fitness.

Kill all kinds of monsters encountered on the road.

In the end, after spending more than half a year, Donez finally arrived at his destination.

What appeared in front of me was a huge city that looked like a sculpture of ice and snow. The walls more than 300 meters high rose from the ground like mountains and spread outwards to the end of the line of sight.

Coster City and Winterfell City are two famous fortress cities among the Dragonborn tribe.

Donez had already met the former half a year ago.

But for the latter, the feeling of seeing it for the first time seems to be even more shocking.

Under the huge city, the lord of Winterfell, an old dragonborn named Nidalen, seems to have gotten the news and is waiting under the city wall.

Nidalen wears a black sackcloth robe, his face is criss-crossed, the most obvious is the black tattoo on his left cheek that symbolizes sin-because the city of divine enlightenment was destroyed, the first code of the dragonborn was stillborn.

Each city has different regulations and penalties.

But there is no doubt that the dragonborn is proud of the flame pattern on the body, and those tattoos that destroy the pattern are undoubtedly a great humiliation to the dragonborn.

Not to mention tattooed on the face.

Donez frowned secretly, and at the same time saw some ragged young dragon descendants looking at him maliciously near the old castellan.

Donez felt exhausted after half a year of long running.

He thought that he would receive hospitality and greetings when he arrived in the city, but things didn't seem to be what he imagined.

Just as Donez looked at the city and the dragonborn in the city.

A black-robed tattooed dragon descendant named Nidalen stepped forward slowly, his tone was full of vicissitudes and lifeless, "Donez, the eldest son of King Adam, you are really as heroic and tall as in the legend."

The average dragonborn is between ten and fifteen meters tall.

And Donez's height is close to 18 meters. Even the tallest dragon descendant present can only reach Donez's chest.

Nidalen changed the subject and continued to speak: "However, Donez. This city is a place of exile, and this place is not suitable for you. Leave here as soon as possible."

Nidalen persuaded.

Donez looked at some dragon descendants around him, with a playful look in his eyes.

He shook his head: "The clansmen in this city are no more dangerous than the monsters and aliens in the wilderness. I came here to hone myself."

"Ugh…"

Nidalen let out a long sigh, seeing Donez's obsessive look.

He didn't continue to persuade him any more, and took Donez into the city.

Huge city, cold and desolate, dilapidated and leaky houses are scattered on both sides of the street, huge skeletons and dinosaur corpses are laid carelessly on the side of the road.

Donez didn't expect such a filthy scene in such a magnificent city.

Immediately couldn't help frowning.

"This is your future residence..." Nidalen brought Dones to a gathering area in the city. A huge bonfire was burning in the square, dispelling the coldness in the north.

What appeared in front of Donez was a simple brick house.

The stone house was obviously designed according to the figure of an ordinary dragonborn, and it was not so big that Donez estimated that he could not even straighten his back inside.

Fortunately, the gaps between the stones are still tightly sealed, and the insulation effect should not be bad, and it is much cleaner than other surrounding rooms.

Donez didn't say anything, and put his weapons and food with him in the room.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you to the city for a stroll tomorrow, and take a good rest here today."

Nidalen said to Donez.

The elderly dragonborn seemed to have other things to deal with, and after a few brief explanations, he turned and left.

Watching the old city lord leave.

Those dragon descendants with malicious intentions around him suddenly sneered and surrounded him.

"What do you want to do?" Donez walked out of his room, holding an iron rod in his hand.

His original Granian long knife had already been left to his sister. When he left the city of Koster, he just took an iron rod with him.

Compared to weapons such as swords.

Although a blunt weapon like an iron rod is much less lethal, it has the advantage of being durable and will not be easily damaged. On the contrary, it is more suitable for long-distance travel.

"You are Dones, the son of King Adam, why are you here?" A dragonborn with a scar on his face guessed viciously: "Let me see, you must have made a mistake and were exiled. "

"Adam is a cruel king, and his child is also a bad species." Another elderly dragonborn said numbly.

"I heard that your sister has become the queen of the dragonborn. Does she want to satisfy those greedy city lords with her own body?" A dragonborn with a mouth full of fangs teased.

With the sound of his voice.

The surrounding dragon descendants suddenly burst out laughing.

Only Donez, who was surrounded by prisoners in the center, became more and more ugly.

"Enough!"

Donez said loudly: "You have never even seen Hispania, how do you know that she will not be a good king?"

"Whether she will become a good king is not important to us." The smile of the young dragonborn with shark-like sharp teeth gradually turned cold. His name is Passos, and he is the gang leader in this city. .

He continued: "More importantly, Donez, you came here, and we will return to you the pain your father inflicted on us."

Nidalen was right.

Winterfell, the city of exiles, is also a huge prison.

Among the various cities, those dragon descendants who committed unforgivable sins will be exiled here.

And Donez's father, Adam, has been in power for more than a thousand years, and his dominance and prestige are unmatched among all dragon descendants.Most of the dragon descendants in this city were exiled by Adam.

They hated Adam.

Likewise, Donnes, Adam's child, was also hated.

"I see." Donez understood the relationship during the period, but laughed instead.

Looking at the dozens of dragon-born exiles who surrounded him, Donez just held the long stick in his hand and walked forward with his head held high: "In this case, I am here, whether you come one by one, or Together, I will not back down."

"Insanity!"

Passos sneered, and while waving his hands, the dragon descendants surrounded him at the same time.

A brutal battle breaks out in the icy city.

Donez only had a rough metal long stick in his hand, and he was already exhausted after traveling thousands of kilometers, but even so, Donez's strength was still unmatched.

He is like a Tyrannosaurus walking in the pasture.

Between vertical and horizontal, invincible.

In less than half an hour, nearly a hundred exile dragon descendants were all knocked down by Donez.

In the end, when Dones stepped on Passos' chest and the blood-stained stick was stuck in Passos' mouth, Passos's eyes were filled with unconcealable fear.

"Go away!"

Donez releases Passos.

After a long time, Passos struggled to get up from the ground. He hid his cold and resentful eyes in the shadows, waved his hand, and beckoned his companions to leave the gathering area.

Donez lost the idea of ​​continuing to wander around the city.

Go back to your room.

Sitting cross-legged on the cold floor, he began to close his eyes and reflect on his past.

During the long journey of thousands of miles, even a raptor like Donez, who can defeat one hundred by one, has encountered life and death crises many times, every time he survived such a crisis.

Everyone will feel that their power is being further excavated and released.

The flames on his body became hotter and hotter.

Such a change made Donez realize that although the dragonborn's flame is bestowed by the gods and is innate, it is not static and can be continuously exercised, excavated, and strengthened through certain methods.

If this method can be summed up.

Well, no doubt about it.

All dragonborn will benefit from this.

After many days of thinking, Donez has gradually found some signs, and the next step is to continue to try and verify, and turn this idea into reality.

in a blink.

Night falls.

From the walls came the sound of ancient trumpets.

Donez opened his eyes, walked out of the room, and saw many dragonborn running towards the city wall.

"Is the enemy attacking?"

Donez didn't bother to think too much, took his iron rod by his side, and followed the people around him to the city wall.

There are traces of the activities of an old god in the extreme arctic ice sheet.

A kind of alien called the white-skeleton spider survives and multiplies in this ice field. During the extreme day or when their food is not enough, these monsters will invade the pastures and even the cities of the dragon descendants, bringing many casualties.

Winterfell came into being.

The white skeleton demon spider looks like a tarantula magnified countless times from the outside.

The whole body is pale, with eight black spear-like spider legs, and the body size is about 15 meters. Most of the dragon descendants are not opponents of these monsters in close combat.

Those sharp spider legs can easily pierce the scales on the dragonborn.

This is not the first time Donez has seen the White Skeleton Demon Spider.

But it was the first time I saw such a large number of monsters, hundreds of thousands, densely gathered together, attacking the city wall like a sea tide.

The fierce fighting lasted all night.

One after another, the White Skeleton Demon Spider was killed by Dones, and he couldn't remember how long he had been fighting.

It's just that the iron rod in his hand, which had accompanied him for thousands of miles, was smashed and bent in this war.

Donez had no choice but to take two spider legs from the enemy as spears.

In this way, the tragic battle continued until dawn.

Donez was injured and exhausted, but he managed to defend the city wall. The remaining spiders slowly retreated into the depths of the ice field, leaving behind piles of corpses.

Donez stood on the wall, panting heavily.

But right now.

A huge force suddenly came from behind Dones.

Donez fell from the city wall in a controlled manner.

Unbelievable was written on his face, he turned his body in mid-air, and the last thing he saw in his eyes was the silent smile of Passos on the city wall.

(End of this chapter)