I became the Great Old One

Chapter 59 The pursuit beyond time and the battlefield of gods

After a long time.

Only then did the old city lord Nedalen find Dones from the city.

Seeing Donez's miserable appearance, hot tears flowed from the old city lord's eyes, and his whole body trembled with anger.

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

Nidalen is the nominal lord of this city.

But in fact, he is too old and weak to restrain the lawless prisoners in the city.

The reason why he can 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 dragonborn in the city have been saved by Nidalen.

Dragonborn respect Nedalen, but that's about it.

…

In the night.

Nidaren moved the dying Dones back to his home and carefully cleaned his wounds.

Although frail, Donez remains young.

The injuries can be recovered, but the insulting tattoos on his body cannot be removed and will stay with him throughout his life.

Dones lay numbly on the bed, the pain in his body tormenting him, but the torment in his heart made Dones even more intolerable. He repeatedly thought of the words Passos said before leaving.

Perhaps, he really should die directly under the city wall.

Instead of being rescued.

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

"Just like your father, he turned into a monster at the end of his life. But all the dragonborn respected him, and even appeared in the gods' kingdom after death."

"Do you know about my father?"

Donez was surprised.

"Yes." Nidalen nodded: "Thousands of years ago, I fought side by side with him."

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

A living legend... Dones thought in his mind, and looked at the old man with more admiration and respect in his eyes. He was silent for a moment, and then asked doubtfully: "But what kind of mistakes did someone like you make to be exiled here."

Nidaren was silent.

His old back faced Dones, and a sad emotion appeared on his furrowed face.

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

Thousands of years ago.

The evil god Jagula descended on the earth, aliens wreaked havoc, and the earth dried up, leaving it desolate as far as the eye could see.

Under the witness of the gods, Kanda, the first king of the dragonborn, led sixteen leaders of the large tribes to start the final battle with the alien race. During that war, sixteen tribal leaders were given the Granian weapons by the gods, which symbolized glory and power.

The descendants of these tribal leaders became the Grania family.

And Nidaren is a member of the Grania family.

After the war.

Nidalen was supposed to inherit his father's Granian weapon, but Nidalen was a dragonborn who didn't like fighting.

Compared to endless wars, Nidalen preferred to study the laws between heaven and earth. He observed the stars and flowers and plants all day and night, and tried to use herbs to treat the wounds on the dragonborn.

He didn't think he would be a good fighter.

Nidalen gave up his rights and left his father's Granian weapons to his younger brother.

But humility was rewarded with betrayal and jealousy. Because he had participated in the Final Battle, Nidalen enjoyed a high reputation among the family. Nidalun's younger brother was jealous of his brother's honor and reputation, so he accused Nidalun of poisoning his father with herbs, betraying the gods, and banished him to this icy wasteland.

"Glory, status, Granian weapons...my brother already has everything that dragonborns dream of, but he still can't tolerate me."

Nidaren sighed longly.

After listening to Nidaren's story, Dones thought of his sister.

They depended on each other in a strange city. She was always so gentle, handling everything in an orderly manner but always standing behind her. Compared with Nidalen's brother, her sister was simply an angel.

It's a pity that I can never see her again and I don't dare to see her again... Dones looked at his ugly and thin self in the bronze mirror and thought sadly.

"Then you hate him?" Donius asked again.

"I used to hate him so much that I wanted to grab his throat and kill him." Nidalon's voice calmed down, "But what can I do? I know I can't do it, but life and The flame must continue.”

Both fell silent.

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

…

the next day.

Before dawn, Donez walked out of the room alone.

The surrounding city was empty, desolate and dilapidated. It snowed last night, and the surrounding area was covered in silver and completely silent.

In such a large city, most people are hostile to Dones. Nidalen was old and frail, and could not always provide him with shelter. Donius looked at the surrounding streets with a feeling of bewilderment.

Winterfell is a large city.

But now, Dones 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. When Donius came back to his senses, he was shocked to find that he had walked out of Winterfell City.

Arrive at the Northern Icefield.

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

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

This is a dangerous area for alien activity.

But at this time, Dones was in it, and he felt that the irritability and depression had disappeared without a trace. The pain and hatred were also peeled away from Dones' body, leaving only peace.

"With such a vast and magnificent ice field, it would be a good idea to die here."

Donius suddenly had such an idea, and he walked towards the depths of the ice field alone. Compared to dying on a hospital bed or being beaten by a Dragonborn, Donius preferred to die on the battlefield.

With this idea in mind, Donez moved forward.

He thought that his death was coming, but he did not feel any emotion such as sadness or hesitation, and his heart was as peaceful as ever.

In this state, Donez began to think about his past.

"There is no doubt that the moment I was born, I possessed unimaginable rights and honors for dragon descendants. My father is the high priest of the gods and the king of millions of dragon descendants. His prestige is unmatched by anyone, even if he is The demon spiders on the ice and the aliens in the deep sea will tremble when they hear my father's name."

"I long to surpass my father, so I have always held myself to the standards of a king."

"But, I made a mistake... If it weren't for Hispania and my father, I might have died among the claws of the aliens. Even 30,000 dragon-born soldiers would have died in my hands. I would have to bear an unprecedented burden. infamy."

"My people can forgive themselves, and my sister can tolerate 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 was running out. When I came into this world, I was full of glory, and all the dragonborn were cheering and blessing me for my birth. But when I left, I was unknown. Weak and ugly, burdened with unpaid sins..."

Dones walked alone in the empty ice field.

He couldn't remember how far he had walked or how long he had walked, and he was a little curious as to why he didn't even encounter an alien along the way.

It was quiet all around, you could only hear your own footsteps.

There is still an endless expanse of ice in front of us.

Behind him, the tall walls of Winterland City had disappeared. He came to the wilderness far away from human habitation, and any monster could easily kill Donis.

Cordonius kept moving forward, and there was an unprecedented joy in his heart.

That is the joy gained from constantly getting closer to the truth.

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

Donius said to himself: "But these things are temporary. Once you have them, you will be afraid of losing them... But you are destined to lose them. From the moment the Dragonborn is born, death is already the destined ending."

"But there must be something beyond these. That thing even transcends time... What could it be!?"

"That's wisdom!"

Donez stopped and suddenly raised his head.

He saw on the glacier in the distance, tens of thousands of white-skeletal spiders gathered densely together, like a wriggling white blanket covered with death.

Among those abominable monsters, there are still dozens of ice trolls standing hundreds of meters high, like giant apes covered with white hair. The ghosts of distorted space shuttle through the array, moving their bodies restlessly. body.

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

His figure was majestic and boundless. Dones raised his head to the limit and could not even see the face of the monster. The surrounding undulating icebergs seemed dwarfed in comparison.

Suffocating pressure emanates from these monsters and alien gods.

Donius has already put his own life and death aside.

Don't care.

He was just curious as to why these monsters gathered here. Are they waiting for someone? If so, who are you waiting for! ?

Boom!

Accompanied by a loud noise like the beginning of the world.

The flames danced wildly on the ice sheet, and the white water mist like a sea wave swept and spread in all directions.

A taller and majestic figure appeared in the flames.

The boundless ice field seemed to be unable to bear the majestic body of the visitor. It let out a miserable wail at its feet and continued to be damaged and sinking. The heated and expanded gas spread outwards under the surging pressure, emitting a piercing scream like the roar of all beasts.

The visitor finally arrived.

That is the god that Donius believes in!