Netheril’s Brilliance

Gently shaking the wine glass in his hand, staring absently at the white foam rising from the wine glass, watching the bubbles slowly expand and burst under the light of the swaying candle, Ovakin’s words seem to be talking to himself The words came slowly as if they were whispering:

"Princess Aisha, at this time I will speak a little more straightforwardly... From the beginning, from the time you rescued me, I am afraid that you have already had some different considerations in your heart... …I can’t say that your heart is all calculations and you don’t have the slightest affection for me, but I’m afraid that the purpose of "retaining me for the survival of the kingdom" has occupied at least 70% of your heart. This time I confessed is also like this".

Silently cut off a piece of barbecue with a knife, slowly dipped the barbecue with sauce and put it into his mouth, closing his eyes and concentrating on the food, Ovak stopped talking.

Her inner feelings were all spoken out by others. Even the usually careless Aisha felt embarrassed to an unbearable degree, especially her "confession" that she had just plucked up had failed, and all the shy feelings made the girl have a look. The urge to get into the ground.

However, although her inner thoughts have been thoroughly seen, and the last layer of fig leaf has been torn off, what makes the girl even more unacceptable is the fact that Ovakin still wants to leave the Kingdom of Waibian. I can't even imagine what the future of the Kingdom of Waibiene will look like after losing the last hope of Ovakine.

Seeing Ovak's resolute eyes with her lips tight, Aisha suddenly remembered what King Tandak had said to her during a private conversation:

"Aisha, the cruelest thing in the world is to fall into despair again after having hope. Now the people of the kingdom have finally burned the flames of hope. If Ovak refused to become a new protector at this time If the country is strong, then the hope of the people of the whole country will be vanished... I have to say, no matter what before, after the breeze royal family exhausted the last bit of credibility for publicity, now Ovakin is already the savior of this country So you have only one task-be sure to keep this strong man, otherwise... more than 10 million people across the country will be reduced to the food of the sheep heads"!

Thinking of the helpless look in the great-grandfather's eyes when he said these things to him, and looking at Ovakin's full-length handsome face, Aisha only felt that she almost cried out anxiously.

The eagerness she showed at this time is definitely not mixed with any performance elements. The 19-year-old girl is really in a state of desperation. Her kingdom is at stake, and the "savior" sitting in front of her may be next at any time. Seconds disappeared without a trace...As she thought about it, Aisha's tears couldn't stop flowing from her eyes:

"Don't...don't do this, sorry Ovakin, I...I shouldn't deceive you, it's all my fault...Please, don't leave,

This country is almost unable to survive. Don’t let these people who have finally burst into smiles lose hope again. They can have a savior. It’s really... It’s really not easy. If you leave... The corpses are really going to be swept across the field under the sheep head's butcher knife, so...please, Lord Ovakin".

Aisha, who was already incoherent, wiped away the tears from her face and made a vague final detention. Large drops of tears wet the girl’s collar, and her usual arrogant and arrogant mask was gone. Now it is revealed that Ovakin is not the next queen of the kingdom, nor the happy girl who is about to become the wife of a master-class powerhouse. Some... just a helpless little girl, and those who broke down on the road A girl crying on her knees makes no difference.

"Oh, it's a bad fate, although I haven't been caught up by that guy, but I really don't know if I chose this desert right or wrong."

He sighed heavily and looked at the girl who was constantly wiping her tears in front of him. Ovak couldn't help feeling that the wound in his soul stung again. He didn't know how to answer Aisha, and he didn't know he was determined. Was the decision to leave right?

So far, thanks to the help of the legendary equipment, Ovakin’s strength has recovered by about 50%, but thinking of the cold blue eyes with no trace of emotion in his mind, Ovakin’s heart is still full of The fear of falling into the ice cave.

...Slightly turned his head and looked at the poor people who were still singing and dancing in the tavern, looked at the vicissitudes of the hotel owner's face, looked at the young men and women hugging and laughing at each other, looked at the satisfied expression of the older man... He finally raised his head and drank the ale in the glass, and then said to Asia in a hoarse voice:

"I can stay up to three more days to help you stabilize the situation, but... this is already my bottom line. I have to emphasize again that my enemy is on his way, and my stay will only bring you. disaster…………"

Rubbing his stiff brows, Ovakin's voice gradually became lower.

--------split line------

While Ovakin was still sitting in the tavern chewing barbecue while hesitating, at the same time, in an oasis outside of Yansha City, in the underground under a lake, only a shrivel and bone The thin, dry and thin old man was sitting in an old chair silently closing his eyes and rested.

If Prince Dick was present, he would be able to recognize it at a glance. At this time, the grim old man sitting in the dim basement was the "kind and wise man" he met on the carriage, but the old man at this time. He didn't have the bright white flame in his hand. Instead, he was replaced by an extremely distorted and hideous blood-red staff. On the old man's shoulders stood a strange crow covered in pitch black with a few strands of blue feathers.

The old man seemed to be closing his eyes to rest up his mind, and he seemed to have fallen asleep, and beside his seat, a tall, muscular sheephead chief was reporting the dispatch of the sheephead army in a rude voice:

"Dear Lord Southend, the loyal fighters of the Ironhoof tribe have completed the assembly, and the shaman of the Whitetail tribe is already on their way. The food that has just been taken from the human town is being transported quickly~www. wuxiaspot.com~ It is estimated that in two days, all the sheep heads who are loyal to the great demon **** in the entire desert will gather near the sandstone city. The power of the nightmare sect is absolutely unstoppable, and all those who dare to be the enemy of the great demon **** will be cut into pieces. Meaty"!

The enthusiasm of the Sheephead Chief was not affected by the gloomy atmosphere in the basement. His pupils were filled with bloodthirsty brilliance, especially when he said "cut into the flesh", the strange warfare on the Sheephead Chieftain. Wen even twisted and spread as if it came alive.

The old man sitting in the seat, Southend, was not infected by the enthusiasm of the Sheephead Chief, until the dark basement returned to silence again, the inexplicable mage spoke indifferently:

"Very good, Gunvor, you are the most outstanding Sheephead Chief. Now you can leave. The great Demon God has remembered your achievements. For the rest, you only need to look at the stupid heretics. The blood can flow into a river under the butcher knife of the heroic warrior. You don't have to worry about other troubles, my old man... I have my own arrangements for everything"! ...

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