People are at the junction, but they become the incarnation of the sun

The city walls were covered with golden tree flags, and knights wearing heavy armor could be seen everywhere.

Although it has been baptized by the war, King Rodel is gradually recovering its strength, and it is expected that it will soon become as strong as before.

The night cavalry drove the funeral horse up the nearly a thousand white marble steps. Both sides of the steps were filled with majestic soldiers. They stood motionless like statues, letting the breeze roll up their long tassels.

However, when the cavalry arrived in front of the city gate, he was stopped by the guards of the golden tree.

"What's the matter."

There was no hint of joy or anger in the voice, and it was like asking mechanically.

"The urgent military information regarding Galede needs to be reported to His Majesty the Blessed King."

After hearing this, the big tree guard finally made other moves. He slowly turned his head and looked up and down at the Night Cavalry.

But that kind of gaze was very uncomfortable, full of indifference and contempt, as if he didn't care about anyone.

After a moment, he drove the luxurious war horse underneath him to clear a path: "Go in."

The Night Cavalry nodded slightly and immediately set off towards the city.

Now is a special period, so it is normal to conduct screening on people who have returned from abroad.

Therefore, he didn't say anything on the surface, but he started to curse in his heart.

He was obviously a cavalryman directly under the Blessing King, and he should be no different from these big tree guards, but he was actually blocked like this.

But in fact, the status of these big tree guards is much higher than him. They are the existences appointed by Malika and have arrogant capital. Even Menggert is not qualified to command these guys.

Unless something threatens the golden tree, they will take action. Otherwise, they will only occasionally help with patrol missions, just like now.

This group of guys can be said to be the last line of defense to protect the golden tree, except for the King of Elden.

The fallen leaves of the golden tree were slowly falling. Between the thrones of Eldon's Ring, a rickety figure wearing a shabby cloak stood there, looking up at the huge golden crown in a daze.

His face was covered with curved horns that were considered a bad omen, but his eyes were full of desire and determination.

"Bless your majesty."

"Well, tell me."

Menggert didn't look back, still looking at the towering golden tree, as if the tree would disappear in his eyes if he removed his gaze.

It wasn't until his subordinate presented him with a parchment that he looked back.

Menggert slowly opened the scroll in his hand. The content on it made him frown. He closed it and ordered:

"Okay, let's go down."

"Yes!"

The Night Cavalry left without looking back, and Menggert looked up at the golden tree again.

That scroll recorded the entire Galede War. He already knew about Marlenia's defeat. Previously, the Rotten Knight Finley wanted to pass through the Royal City of Rodel, but he let him go.

But it was actually said that the Golden Tree regarded it as the biggest rebel - Reinhardt actually died, and he died at the hands of Latan?

He didn't feel normal.

He had already noticed the scenery that day.

How could the Broken Star General Latan be an opponent if he could use such a powerful force?

He felt that there must be quite a conspiracy here, and he felt that it had an inseparable relationship with the god of the Golden Tree and his mother Malika.

"Mother... Dear [Eternal Queen] Malika, what exactly are you planning? You actually made the golden tree refuse everything..."

At the same time, the news also spread to the snowy mountains in the distance.

In the cold wind of the Samir ruins, a figure was rolling in the snow in pain.

"Ah!!! My dear King of Epileptic Fire, Reinhardt, why did you pass away like this?! Have you given up on our group of loyal epileptic fire believers and abandoned Lord Three Fingers?!" !”

"what--"

The shrill wails echoed in the valley, scaring away those creatures who had not yet known that they were dead.

But the crying went away as quickly as it came.

Suddenly Chapolili stopped scrolling and stood up as if nothing had happened. With a faint smile on his face and a hint of flattery, he stood there and said to himself:

"If you die, just die. It doesn't matter. I believe that when the Faded Ones are recalled, you will embrace Master Three Fingers again."

"But in the meantime, let's look for a few guys with potential first, haha."

"May chaos exist in the world forever, may chaos fill the world!!!"

PS: Today is the birthday of this little brat like me, so I’ll finish all of this part in one go! ! !

135. I, Hu Hansan, am back! (4.1K)

"....fallen leaves tell a story:

On the other side of the fog, in our hometown "Junction Land", the great Elden Circle has been broken——

Today, "Eternal Queen" Malika has disappeared.

On the night of the Black Knife plot, "Golden" Godwin was the first to lose his life.

Soon, Malika's descendants, the demigods, obtained the fragments of Elden's Ring, but because of that power, they fell into madness, triggering the Fragment War...

This is a war without a king,

A war abandoned by a great will that left everyone abandoned.

Oh, set off, O Faded One—

The Faded, dead, but still alive.

The blessing we lost so long ago is calling to all.

The lost blessing returns once again to the faded one who is unknown.

Heading towards the other side of the fog, arriving at the narrow place, and meeting the Ring of Eldon——

Become King of Elden! "

The eternal melodious chants echo in my ears.

The faded ones who heard the call and guidance returned through the fog gate one after another, and the dead heroes crawled out of their tombs, leaving their traces again in this narrow land.

Like a junction that has been static for thousands of years, with the return of the faded ones, the wheel of history begins to turn again.

Drifting cemetery.

In the dusty tomb, the candles have long been burned to ashes, but the spiritual fire still floats.

The piles of stark white bones on the ground have been corroded by weathering, and the carving knives of time have left clear marks on the bones.

The owners of these bones were tomb robbers who were trying to get benefits here, and they were all buried here.

During these long years, I don’t know who has been guarding the tomb here to ensure that the deceased is not disturbed by outsiders.

But today, the tomb once again welcomed a new guest.

Da da da--

The slow but rhythmic sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded, and the pale spiritual fire lit by the torch hanging on the wall was erratic. In the distance, an unknown creature that said horses were not horses and cows were not cows was emerging from the tomb passage. Walk in slowly.

There was another person sitting on top of the creature, but he was tightly wrapped in a robe, and his appearance could not be distinguished at all. He could only look at the side-sitting posture, the skirt exposed from under the cloak, and the pair of delicate leather boots. Judging from the boots, this is a woman.

Carrying this woman who tried her best to hide herself, this mysterious creature came to a sarcophagus, crushed a weathered skull with one foot, and stuck its head down into the sarcophagus to touch the person lying inside.

It seems that he is trying to wake up the man in the sarcophagus in this way.

"...Don't worry, Torrett, he will wake up soon."

The girl stretched out her white palms and gently stroked His mane.

Under her soft soothing voice, the mysterious creature called Thoret also stopped its movements.

But the little white hand that was stretched out was covered with hideous scars, as if it had been severely burned by something.

"...Torrett, is this person the person you have been looking for?"

Thoret neighed, as if in response to the girl's question.

"...yes?"

The girl suddenly got off Toret's back, came to the coffin that had lost its stone cover, and stared at the person inside the coffin for a long time.

Then he sat on the edge of the sarcophagus without hesitation, stretched out his hand and gently touched the other person's face.

"...So warm. Torrett, he feels so familiar to me, but...he doesn't seem to be the chosen one. Do you really want to choose him?"

The girl looked away, turned around and asked Toret.

Torrett snorted again, this time with a hint of dissatisfaction.

In order to find this person, he searched for a long time, and he and the girl visited almost all the places they could go, and finally found him here.

"I understand, don't be anxious, Torrett."

"Since he is not the one chosen to compete for the Elden Circle, we will find a way for this person to pursue the Elden Circle...even if this decision goes against the Golden Law."

The girl's voice was very soft, and she didn't sound that determined, but her words were filled with an absolutely firm will, a will that no one could change.

After that, the girl stared at the man sleeping in the sarcophagus for a long time, as if she wanted to remember the man's appearance.

Then he left, with Thoret.

It turned into blue fluorescence like starlight and disappeared without a trace.

The swaying spiritual fire then stopped, as if nothing happened and no one came.

Time passed day by day, and I don’t know how long it took. The man in the sarcophagus finally woke up.

The fingers moved slightly, as if they were stimulated and triggered a nerve reflex.

Slowly, his chest began to rise and fall, and he regained his breath.

Then, a pair of eyes suddenly opened.

The pair of black eyes looked at the unfamiliar and old ceiling above his head, and suddenly he sat up in a dying illness, as if he had been frightened, his face turned pale, and he gasped for air.

After a moment, his breathing gradually became calmer, his dilated pupils gradually returned to their original shape, and his face gradually became rosy.

The shock was gone, but replaced by a sense of confusion.