I became the Great Old One

"Let's talk about how we should choose now, whether to surrender or to resist to the end."

Deep in the southern rain forest, in the palace of the Alby family.

Patriarch Hoss looked at several other representatives of the Grania family nearby.

Hoss is eighteen meters tall. Although he is more than a thousand years old now, he is still in good spirits. There is a faint dark red light in his eyes. He looks around. Among the many representatives of the Grania family present, no one dares to look at him. .

"Whether we surrender or resist to the end, won't our fate be the same?"

A plump dragonborn said with a bitter look on his face.

"To cut the grass, we need to get rid of the roots. Since we chose to stand against the Queen, our outcome is already doomed."

"Tandara is right."

In the house, another elderly representative of the Grania family spoke up and echoed: "If the queen really adopts a tolerant policy, she will not choose to hang the patriarchs of the Grania family after conquering the city."

"Damn Hispania! She betrayed our glory, and she is destined to be betrayed by the gods!"

In a closed room.

A representative of the Grania family said angrily.

Although he was furious, his trembling voice still exposed the fear hidden in his heart.

"It's not too pessimistic now. Everything will turn around before the end of the matter." Hoss gently swept his gaze from the faces of the dragonborn present, after the voices in the room calmed down.

He spoke calmly.

Hearing these words, Tandara was immediately curious.

He opened his eyes wide and asked excitedly: "Master Huos, since you said so, there must be a solution to the problem."

"That's right."

Hoss nodded and sighed inwardly.

These fat-headed guys are unreliable just counting on them. In the end, you have to rely on yourself.

"In this case, you might as well tell us and let us listen. We are all in the same boat and will not leak the news." Another elderly dragonborn said steadily.

"I received news from the front line that the Queen's army is actually inferior to ours in terms of total strength and equipment."

Hoss said: "But the reason why we are losing ground on the frontal battlefield is just because there is a powerful presence in the Queen's army that we cannot compete with."

"Could he be a messenger from the gods!?"

Tandala suddenly screamed, panic written on his face.

"If it were a messenger from the gods, this war would have ended long ago. Our soldiers would have taken the initiative to hang us alive... The gods will not interfere in the struggle between the dragonborn."

Hoss said.

Although he said this, Hoth actually wanted to comfort his allies more.

As for the authenticity of this sentence, Hoss was not sure.

"Since it's not the messenger of the gods, who could it be... No matter how powerful the dragonborn is, there will be limits. How can he influence the entire war situation with one person's power?"

Tandara asked doubtfully.

Everyone nodded and turned their searching eyes to Hoss.

"It's Dones. The brother of Queen Hispania and the eldest son of King Adam..." Hoss shared the information he knew with everyone: "He once disappeared on the ice sheet for three hundred years, and everyone thought he He was already dead, but not only was Donius not dead, when he appeared again, he showed terrifying power. The soldiers of our Alby family were easily slaughtered by him like livestock. "

Hoth didn't even hide from his allies that he was trying to assassinate the Queen in Winterfell.

"So, let's put it this way. We only need to find a way to target or kill Dones, and we can win this war." Tandara thought that he had grasped the key to the problem, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"That's right."

Hoss nodded, finally forcing a smile on his serious face.

"But since Dones is really as powerful as you described and has no opponent among the Dragonborn, how can we get rid of him?" A representative of the Grania family interrupted and asked worriedly.

"Since I dare to raise it with you, I am certainly sure of solving the problem."

Hoss smiled.

Then he lowered his voice: "We have no choice, but we can use the power of aliens..."

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A few days later.

In the queen's tent.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the face of the Queen, who sat on a soft throne covered with animal skins. Standing next to the queen, holding the Granian sword, is her brother Dones.

Further outside are several dragonborn guards holding long swords.

The atmosphere in the camp was dull, and the Queen was expressionless, looking towards the door curtain, as if waiting for something.

Soon after.

The door curtain was lifted.

A tall young dragonborn wearing a black cloak walked in from outside the camp.

He untied his cloak to indicate that he did not carry any weapons, then knelt in front of the queen's throne and said loudly: "The eldest son of the Alby family, Howard, has an audience with the queen."

Hispania nodded.

No words were spoken, and the suffocating pressure still lingered in the tent.

Howard raised his head slightly and saw the majestic and beautiful Queen on the throne, and then saw the Purgatory Shura standing next to the Queen.

He was tall and thin, with dense scars on his rough skin. He looked ordinary, but his eyes were full of fascinating light. When Howard and Donis looked at each other inadvertently, Howard felt as if he had fallen into an endless ice field of despair. His body was stiff and his soul seemed to be screaming in fear.

Fortunately, the gaze only lasted for a short moment before it moved away from Howard.

He was far more terrifying than the legend said. He was simply a monster and an enemy that could not be defeated... Howard had such thoughts in his mind. Whether the plan that was originally a sure thing could succeed or not, many changes had occurred at this time.

However, since he had come to the throne of the queen,

Howard still gritted his teeth and brought his message: "The sweet fragrance lingers in the battlefield queen, I bring you the wish for reconciliation. The Anerbi family is willing to surrender in front of you and atone for the mistakes they have made, but before that, we need you to prove that this war is the will of God and not your greed."

"How can I prove it?"

When hearing the first half of the sentence, Hispania smiled.

However, after Howard finished speaking, the smile on the queen's face gradually disappeared. This group of damn blood-sucking worms will not surrender easily.

She looked at Howard with a serious look.

The dull atmosphere in the hall became more and more tense, but Howard calmly stated the plan he had prepared.