I became the old one

Chapter 59 The Pursuit Transcending Time and the Battlefield of the Gods (please read on!)
long after.

The old city lord Nidalen found Donez from the city.

Seeing Donez's miserable appearance, hot tears flowed from the old city lord's eyes, trembling with anger.

"Those bad ones, how dare they! How could they do this!" The old city lord ignored the blood and dust on Donez's body, hugged him in his own badness, and kissed his forehead: "Those people are not worthy of bathing in the god's body." Glory."

Nidalen is nominally the lord of the city.

But in fact, he is old and weak and can't restrain the lawless prisoners in the city at all.

The reason why he was able to become the city lord.

On the one hand, it is because Nidalen is a descendant of the Grania family, and on the other hand, it is because of Nidalen's superb medical skills. Many dragon descendants in the city have been saved by Nidalen.

Dragonborn respect Nidalen, but that's about it.

……

in the night.

Nidalen moved the dying Donez back to his home and carefully cleaned his wounds.

Although frail, Donez was still young.

The injury can be recovered, but the insulting tattoos on his body cannot be removed, and will accompany him for the rest of his life.

Donez lay numb on the bed, the pain on his body tormented him, but the torment in his heart made Donez feel unbearable. He repeatedly thought of the words Passos said before he left.

Perhaps, he really should have died directly under the city wall.

Rather than being rescued.

"Don't think so, child." Nidalen seemed to have guessed Donez's thoughts. He faced the stove, and his old voice came along with the warm firelight: "To evaluate the achievements and glory of a dragonborn, it should be What he did, not what he looks like."

"Just like your father, he has turned into a monster at the end of his life. But all dragon descendants respect him, and even appear in the kingdom of gods after death."

"You know about my father?"

Donez was surprised.

"Yeah." Nidalen nodded: "A thousand years ago, I fought side by side with him."

Donez was even more surprised, which meant that the old man in front of him had personally participated in the final battle against the aliens and survived.

A living legend... Donez thought in his heart, and more admiration and respect emerged in the eyes of the old man.He was silent for a while, and then he was puzzled: "But, what kind of mistake did a person like you make to be exiled here."

Nidalen was silent.

His old back was facing Donez, and sorrowful emotions emerged on his ravine-ridden face.

"If it is a mistake to say that it is a mistake to give up killing each other with my brothers, then I am indeed unforgivable." In the flickering fire, Nidalen told his story.

millennia ago.

The evil god Jugula came to the earth, the aliens raged, the earth dried up, and it was barren as far as the eye could see.

Under the witness of the gods, Kanda, the first king of the Dragonborn, led the leaders of the sixteen great tribes and the alien races in the final battle.During that war, the sixteen tribal leaders were bestowed with Grania weapons, a symbol of glory and authority, by the gods.

The descendants of these tribal leaders became the Grania family.

Nidalen is a member of the Grania family.

After the war.

Nidalen should have inherited his father's Grania weapon, but Nidalen is a dragonborn who doesn't like fighting.

Compared with endless wars, Nidalen prefers to study the laws between heaven and earth. He observes the stars and flowers all day and night, and tries to use herbs to treat the wounds on the dragonborn.

He thought he would not be a qualified fighter.

Nidalen relinquished his rights, leaving his father's Grania weapon to his younger brother.

But the humility was exchanged for betrayal and jealousy. Because of participating in the final battle, Nidalen enjoyed a high reputation in the family.Nidalen's younger brother was jealous of his elder brother's honor and prestige, so he slandered Nidalen for poisoning his father with herbs, betraying the gods, and banishing him to this cold wasteland.

"Glory, status, Grania weapons... My brother already has everything a dragonborn can dream of, but he still can't tolerate me."

Nidalen sighed a long time.

After hearing Nidalen's story, Donez thought of his sister.

They depended on each other in a strange city, she was always so gentle, she handled everything in an orderly manner but always stood behind her, compared with Nidalen's brother, her sister was simply an angel.

Unfortunately, I will never see her again and dare not see her again... Donez looked at his ugly and emaciated self in the bronze mirror, thinking sadly.

"So you hate him?" Donez asked again.

"I used to hate him so much, I wanted to strangle him and kill him." Nidalen's voice calmed down, "But, so what? I know I can't do it, but life and The flame always lives on."

Both fell silent.

In the room, there was only the crackling of the flames.

……

the next day.

Before dawn, Donez walked out of the room alone.

The surrounding cities are empty, desolate and dilapidated. It snowed last night, and the surroundings are covered in silver, and everything is silent.

In such a huge city, most people are hostile to Donez.Nidalen was old and frail, and it was impossible to provide him with shelter all the time. Donez looked at the surrounding streets with a feeling of bewilderment.

Winterfell is a great city.

But now, Donez can't find a place to stay.

He walked aimlessly back and forth on the streets of the city, his body gradually becoming numb in the cold winter, and when Donez came back to his senses, he realized that he had walked out of Winterfell.

Came to the northern ice sheet.

"Is all this an arrangement of fate..."

The vast and boundless ice field is endless, and the eyes are silvery white. At the end of the field of vision, several huge glaciers can be seen undulating in the clouds and mist.

This is a dangerous area for alien activity.

But at this time, Donez was in it, but he felt that the irritability and depression disappeared without a trace, and the pain and hatred were stripped from Donez's body, leaving only peace.

"It's not bad to die here in such a vast and magnificent ice field."

Donez suddenly had this idea, and he walked towards the depths of the ice sheet alone. Compared to dying on a hospital bed or being beaten by a dragonborn, Donez preferred to die on the battlefield.

With this in mind, Donez moved forward.

He thought that his death was approaching, but he didn't feel sad or hesitant, and his heart was unprecedentedly peaceful.

In such a state, Donez began to think about recalling his past.

"There is no doubt that the moment I was born, I had the unimaginable rights and honors of the dragon descendants. My father is the high priest of the gods and the king of millions of dragon descendants. His prestige is unmatched, even if it is The spiders on the ice and the aliens in the deep sea tremble when they hear the name of their father."

"I aspire to surpass my father, so I have always demanded myself by the king's standard."

"However, I made a mistake... If it wasn't for Hispania and my father, I might have died among the minions of the aliens, and even [-] dragon descendants would die in my hands. I will bear an unprecedented burden. infamy."

"My people can forgive me, my sister can bear my stupidity, but I can't bear it... So I came to Winterfell alone, wanting to pay for the sins I committed in the past."

"But I was too naive... My time is numbered. When I came into this world, I was full of glory, and all the dragonborn cheered and blessed my birth. But when I left, I was unknown, Weak and ugly, burdened with unpaid sins..."

Donez walked alone in the empty ice field.

He couldn't remember how far and how long he had walked, and he was also a little curious as to why he didn't even meet a single alien.

It was quiet all around, only the sound of my own footsteps could be heard.

There was still an endless ice field in front of him.

Behind him, the tall walls of Winterfell had disappeared, and he came to a wilderness far away from human habitation, where any monster could easily kill Donez.

Codonez was constantly advancing, with an unprecedented joy in his heart.

That is the joy gained from constantly approaching the truth.

"Dragonborn have to face many choices since their birth. There are many choices in this world, and there are also many pursuits. The lowest is food and clothing, then glory and wealth. Then there are fame, power and status..."

Donez said to himself: "But these things are temporary. After you have them, you will be afraid of losing them...but you are destined to lose them. From the moment the dragonborn was born, death has been the doomed end."

"But there must be something beyond these, that thing even beyond time... What would that be!?"

"That's—wisdom!"

Donez stopped and looked up suddenly.

He saw tens of thousands of White Skeleton Demon Spiders densely packed together on the glacier in the distance, like a squirming white blanket covered with death.

Among those loathsome monsters, there are still dozens of giant ape-like ice trolls with a height of more than [-] meters and covered with white hair. Ghosts that distort space shuttle among the arrays, moving their bodies restlessly. body.

And among the tens of thousands of monsters, a figure like a mountain stands on the glacier.

His figure was majestic and boundless. Donez raised his head to the limit, and he couldn't even see the face of the monster. Compared with it, the undulating icebergs around him seemed dwarfed.

A suffocating pressure emanates from these monsters and alien gods.

Donez had already put his own life and death on the line.

don't care.

He was just curious, why are these monsters gathered here, are they waiting for someone?If yes, who are you waiting for! ?

Boom!

Accompanied by a loud noise that opened up the world.

Flames danced wildly on the ice field, and white water mist like a sea tide swept and spread in all directions.

A taller and more stalwart figure appeared in the flames.

The boundless ice field seemed to be unable to bear the stalwart body of the comer, and it wailed tragically at its feet, constantly breaking and sinking.The heat-expanded gas spread outward under the torrential pressure, emitting a piercing scream like a hundred beasts screaming together.

The visitor finally arrived.

That is the god Dones believed in!
(End of this chapter)