You and me under the world tree

It's not that they have enough courage, but the moment they decide to start mobilizing the legions under their command, there is no turning back.

And this is also related to the ruling mode of the triumphant king.

If King Triumph himself was mild-tempered, then they might still cling to the last ray of hope to stop in time.

But alas, this is not the case.

From the time she returned from her travels, there was only one word in her notebook:

war.

Her cruel methods are chilling, and those feats are basically bloody.

what does this mean?

It means that beneath her throne and fame are flesh and bones.

This woman has never shown any compromise, let alone 'mercy'.

Therefore, when they half-pushed and half-succumbed, driven by their interests, they carried out this kind of rebellious behavior, and they didn't have the courage to look back.

They can only go step by step with that trembling mood.

For such them, any kind of development that can be called an "accident" will arouse strong vigilance in their hearts.

Because it is easy for them to think of some bad things.

"Could it be that woman's subordinate?"

Suddenly, such doubts came from among the crowd.

And this couldn't help but make them even more confused.

"Does that mean we were discovered?"

Just as the voice echoed, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the room.

Under the effect of this icy wind, almost all the candles that were burning enough to illuminate were extinguished.

And this icy cold wind seems to symbolize something.

It even makes the scalp feel tingly when blowing on it.

This silent pressure is hard to breathe!

For a moment, no one in the entire room dared to take a big breath.

What finally broke the silence was a shrill howl:

"Your Majesty... I really didn't mean it! This has nothing to do with me! Your Majesty!"

'dang bang'

A metallic sound echoed.

This is the sound of a sword falling to the ground.

And what followed was the voice of confession that seemed to be swallowed by fear.

And it's a little funny that the person who said this was none other than the one who urged everyone to act quickly and must not wait.

To put it bluntly, he didn't feel anxious or unable to bear it at all, but just panic in his heart.

In a somewhat extreme state of mind, he wanted to do everything right and completely cut off the so-called back road.

For such characters who already have a sense of fear in their hearts, a little mystery can awaken the bad premonition in their hearts.

Then, without doing much at all, the panic that comes with it is enough to completely overwhelm them.

"Your Majesty, I didn't do it on purpose! It's all Fritila! It's he who wants to raise the flag of rebellion, and he is reluctant to bear the power in his hand!"

'click'

Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly.

And what followed was the sound of breaking.

what happened?

Because the entire meeting room was pitch black, only the moonlight shining in through a few windows.

The legion commanders standing in a group didn't know what happened for a while.

But soon, they felt the warmth that almost hit their faces.

Some sticky, but also with a smell.

This is……

"Blood?"

After realizing this, they all looked sideways.

The next thing I saw was the felled headless body of the guy, and the head just flew to the place where the moonlight could directly shine.

Why was his head chopped off?

"Calm down! Anyone who shakes the morale of the army will be killed without mercy!"

This is the voice of Lord Fritila.

It wasn't until this time that they really realized what was going on.

Therefore, they couldn't help but cast their eyes on him.

In the shadows, Fritilla's cold face revealed a strangeness.

"That guy encouraged us to act rashly before. In fact, he is greedy and has no guts. This kind of person can't do anything big!"

Just defining the guy whose head he had beheaded like this, as the lord of Harlongen, he took a step forward directly.

"Come out! What kind of hero is hiding behind the scenes!"

It would be better if I didn't say this.

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the entire meeting room became weird.

Immediately afterwards, a sound of heavy footsteps began to echo.

This is the sound of metal boots.

Immediately afterwards, a white figure slowly walked out of the shadows in the corner.

"Hero? After all, it's just an unattainable luxury."

In a dark environment, this kind of bright tone is extremely abrupt.

However, this color can catch the eyes of others in the first time.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Staring at the man who appeared, Fritilla said coldly.

However, the man did not answer his identity.

"Who am I? This topic is not important. The important thing is that the current Goths cannot experience any turmoil."

"turmoil?"

After hearing the extremely hoarse voice of the intruder, Fritilla sneered.

"Although I don't know who you are, it seems that you don't understand these things at all."

Then, the lord of Harlongen's expression became vicious.

"Originally, hello, me, and everyone's good things, but that woman insisted on ruthless us for her own desire for power, and she didn't do anything at all! Do you think Goth can be handed over to her? What future?"

Then, he looked at the man standing under the moonlight again.

His non-argumentative attitude gave Fritilla a glimmer of hope.

"She has no sense of responsibility at all. She entrusts everything to others and acts recklessly with the help of a few cronies. Who will praise her?"

"The people of the Goths will praise her, and that is enough."

"The people..."

As if hearing something strange, Fritilla's expression suddenly became distorted.

"What can their speech be, their cognition can even be changed!"

"That's because they are weak, because they are weak, so they can only accept it passively."

Under the moonlight, the intruder in the conference room shook his head slowly.

He didn't pay any attention to Fritilla's instigation.

"Once upon a time, it was said that the Amerungen family was united as one, which stabilized the territory, and the brothers who made the most contributions elected a king, and the rest served as their own lords. This was the original source of the Gothic Kingdom."

He opened his arms, as if to show something.

"However, you have been in high positions for too long, and for this reason, you seem to be used to a life where people lie on the ground and listen to your orders."

Under the moonlight, the pattern of double snakes hidden under the white cloak seemed to be clearly visible.

"I don't see any legitimacy and rationality from you. The glory of the ancestors has long been worn out in time, and what is left here is just conspiracy."

The sound echoed like this, but the lord couldn't hear those at the moment.

In fact, when she saw the snake pattern on the armor, Fritilla's complexion instantly turned livid.

"The silver aggressive snake, is that you?!"

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In the dark environment, the moonlight is the only light.

And in the moonlight, the silver-white snake pattern danced as if it had come to life.

This is what Fritilla, lord of Harlongen, saw.

However, he himself knew that this was just an illusion.

Because it was a person, and he also recognized the identity of this person.

Because of this, his expression became gloomy and ugly.

"I never thought that you would still be wandering here!"

Fritilla said coldly.

There is a hint of questioning between the words.

"Shouldn't you leave Gothic?"

"Humph……"

After hearing Lord Harlongen's questioning, the white intruder just sneered.

"Yes, I did leave Goth, but it was just going home to visit family in a way."

Of course, what he won't say is that before, he did consider living in seclusion forever.

But after so many months—especially when he regained a certain degree of mobility, his mind began to restless again.

What's more, he himself has a certain purpose.

However, it is impossible for him to just tell the story of his past mental journey.

Anyway, he didn't have the need to share it with the guy in front of him.

Only one thing matters.

"There's no rule that I can't come back."

That's his answer.

But it seemed a little strange to Fritilla's own ears.

At this moment, the lord of Harlongen always felt as if he had thought of something, and he found an extremely 'suitable' reason.

So, he started laughing out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

His laughter resounded in the conference room like this, even the aggressive Silver Snake couldn't help but slightly raised his hand to cover his ears.