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King City Rodell.

This place is the place where the blessings of the golden tree are most abundant, and the Yatan Plateau outside the city is even more suffocating when the Ring of Eldon is not broken. Whenever the breeze blows, the golden weeds will be gently blown, shaking with the tall trees.

At that time, people could live for a long time, without worrying about death, without worrying about anything - they were the people blessed by the golden tree, and the people who received the grace of God.

but......

The ring shattered, and a war ensued. The demigods began to fight each other, and the entire border fell into the flames of war, and even hit below the royal city for a while.

A sigh sounded in a corner of the royal city, and the alien who had fought Angron before slowly got up from his chair, stretched out his hand, and plucked a withered yellow leaf that fell from the sky. Around him, there were many chairs of different sizes.

He stared at the fallen leaves with sad eyes. After the blessing was gone, even the trees were no longer full of vitality, let alone people?

The people of gold are slowly decaying - they are still alive, because it is the blessing of the tree, but they are beginning to rot from the inside... Even him, the last king, Monggot, can't reverse it.

The famous, but not many people have seen the king is not as tall and majestic as the legend.

He is indeed tall, but his appearance is like that of a demon, his head is twisted with horns, and his body is as gray as rubble. He is tall, but skinny, with a long tail perpendicular to the ground.

Because of that long tail, he couldn't even put on normal clothes, only a large, tattered cloak. Fortunately, there are not many people in Wangcheng who are qualified to see him.

However, this appearance is preserved in the world under another name.

Bad omen.

They are cursed children, beings abandoned by the golden tree. It was so ugly from birth that it was considered cursed. Parents will cut off their horns, if they are cruel, they will directly kill their children, if they are kind, they will abandon them.

This was the case with Monggot, who, along with his distant siblings, were the sons of evil omen who were abandoned in the sewers of the king's city.

At this moment, the ugly king with two faces was looking at the fallen leaves in his hands with a sad but gentle look. After a long time, he let out a sigh, covered his chest and abdomen and slowly sat on the ground.

He never liked that chair, too cold, too majestic—he didn't. What's more, he is also injured a little now.

The battle outside Wind Yarn City was originally his phantom, but the disobedient who fought him had a certain ability to directly hurt his body. Mongot had never seen such a thing, nor was it mentioned in the miraculous prayers given by the golden tree.

Is it magic?

He doesn't know.

The last king, the last, the demigod who didn't participate in the war for the Broken Ring, the ugly, unloved, and incapable of even seeing the true face of Mungot...with his cloudy eyes. He started and glanced at the huge golden canopy above his head.

Then, say nothing about it.

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In a broken church, a businessman in a red cloak is curled up in a corner against his shivering donkey. He was also very scared, but he didn't show it, just gritted his teeth.

He patted his donkey with his hand and comforted softly: "It's alright, it's alright, Rat. We'll be alright. We'll be alright..."

He said so, but he didn't really believe it. Previously, the terrifying, continuous shaking had made him think the world was about to end.

Kalie even began to look forward to this kind of thing, anyway, he was a member of the wandering nation. Unblessed by the golden tree, even cursed, banished, exiled, never to return home—but the earthquake-like horrors have somehow ceased.

He didn't dare to leave or even look out. Not long ago, the tree knight who had been wandering back here had come here to see it, and seemed to be hesitating whether to go there. Although he did not pass in the end, he seemed to be in a very bad mood.

Kalie does not intend to act rashly, he must be very careful and must consider any possibility that he may be hurt. To him, the tree knight is no different from a god, and it only takes a light attack to kill him.

Also, there will be no punishment.

Thinking of this, his eyes hidden under the brim darkened slightly.

Wanderers, however, are best at self-soothing, and Galie soon starts to think about why the Tree Knight doesn't leave. His experience gave him the answer - mission.

The tree knight's mission is to guard Nimgford, and not let any returning dead leave from that tomb, so he will not leave.

Everyone has a mission.

Even the dead have them, raised from the dead to reshape the Circle of Eldon.

And what about him? What is his mission? Is it aimless wandering?

Well, what a sad fate.

Kalie laughed at himself, about ten minutes had passed, and the vibration never came. He calmed down a little, patted the donkey's back again, stood up, and planned to rekindle the fire in front of him to cook dinner for himself.

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard the roar of the big tree knight.

"Who are you?! Stop here!"

Is it the returning dead? How could the knight make such a big fire?

Kalie raised his brows, bypassed the ruins of the dilapidated church, hid in the grass and looked forward, however, this curious glance made his heartfelt bone marrow chill.

A monster....is fighting the big tree knight.

No, no, that's not a battle, it's a one-sided massacre - the giant golden halberd of the big tree knight was easily picked up by the black armored giant with one hand.

The giant in black armor took a step forward and smashed the neck of the warhorse with one foot. The cruel sound of flesh and blood shattered, and blood spurted out.

The giant's scarlet eyes glowed with breathtaking light under the dim sky. The tree knight roared and stood up from the ground with difficulty, trying to fight him, but was directly choked in half by a backhand axe.

This... what is this? Am I dreaming?

Kalie took his eyes back with a short breath, feeling cold all over. He felt extremely frightened—even in a dream, he never thought that someone could kill a big tree knight so easily.

You know, the big tree knights are almost synonymous with power. These people possessed otherworldly martial arts and extremely exquisite golden tree prayers before they became the knights of the big tree. Not to mention that the body has become huge, but the strength has also increased to a higher level.

The most important thing is that the armor, shields and weapons...they are the minions of Menghu, and these things can double their combat effectiveness.

In the Broken War, the knights of the big tree even had a dozen people piercing the army formation... However, the black armored giant was even more terrifying.

Kalie couldn't understand that the strength of the knights of the big tree was traceable, but that giant—no, he was not a human being.

He huddled in the grass in fear, unaware of the approaching danger. A cold voice sounded behind him, in a strange language, but with unquestionable majesty and coldness.

"Stand up, commoner."

Angron looked at this human with strange eyes - the helmet showed that this was a pure human being, not corrupted, nor did he have the so-called blessing of the **** tree in his body.

For that alone, Angron wouldn't kill him. Even if he did not know the glory of the Emperor and the greatness of the Empire. After all, this is a human being. His ignorance is not his fault.

Thinking of this, his expression softened a little. Brushing away the grass, Angron repeated it again, this time in a softer tone.

"Stand up, commoner. I am Angron...from the Holy Human Empire and will never harm you."

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