I became the old one

Chapter 118 Agamemnon (Subscribe)

Hispania's pupils contracted slightly, as if he had recovered from some terrible illusion.

Her body was trembling constantly, and there was uncontrollable fear in her voice.

Hispania said: "I saw it, I saw the picture of the future... The pastures given by the gods have lost their vitality, ice and snow are covered in black fertile soil, the flames of the dragonborn have burned out, and there are pale corpses everywhere, aliens and evil gods Raided across the lifeless land. And the source of it all... came from the north."

"north?"

Donez was still a little ignorant and drowsy at first, but he woke up instantly after hearing Hispania's description.

"Hispania, this must be a revelation from the gods. Don't be afraid of these illusions. As long as we can respond in time, everything that happens in the future may change."

Donez held his sister's cold hand and said: "You must call on the people to store food, and prepare the army to go to Winterfell. Prepare for future wars."

"Brother, what about you, what are you going to do?"

Fear inexplicably surged in Hispania's heart. She seemed to have a premonition of something, and tightly grasped Donez's hand, wanting to keep him by her side.

"I must hurry to Winterfell."

Donez withdrew his palm and said seriously: "The army is advancing too slowly. It will take at least half a year to reach the battlefield. But if I am alone, it will only take less than ten days."

"You know, I'm an army by myself."

Donez said confidently.

hundreds of years ago.

He single-handedly defeated a city of assassins and outcasts when he first stepped into a new realm.

But now, hundreds of years have passed, and in the constant battle and practice, Donez's strength and fighting skills have become more and more sophisticated. He is unprecedentedly powerful, and even thousands of dragon descendants cannot stop Donez. Si's blade.

More importantly, in these years.

Donez also taught his practice skills to other dragonborn, and some dragonborn mastered the method of tempering their own blood with flames.

Unfortunately.

Today, among millions of dragon descendants.

Even with Donez's teaching and experience, none of the dragonborn can awaken supersense. Standing on the same height as Donez, he is still the most powerful dragonborn on this land.

Half-human, half-god blood warrior.

"But…"

Hispania's eyes were a little red. She knew that her thoughts were wrong, but she still said: "Those monsters are far more powerful than before. Even you may lose your life on the battlefield."

"Then I should rush to the battlefield."

Donez said: "We are the leaders of the tribe and the model of the dragonborn. The gods have given us strength and fire. When disaster strikes, we will be the forerunners of the dragonborn."

"It was our grandfather Kanda, it was our father Adam, and now it's finally my turn."

Donez took a deep breath, there was no fear in his eyes, only a bright light: "If winter and night come, I will be a burning torch."

"I…"

Hispania wanted to say something more.

But at this time, Donez had turned over and got off the bed. He rubbed Hispania's head, and then took out the Granian long knife named Dragon Slaying from the weapon rack, put on his cloak, and quickly walked out of the bed. left the palace.

The light outside is warm, but there is not much warmth.

Donez's tall body faced the morning sun, his black cloak swaying in the cold wind, and soon disappeared from Hispania's somewhat blurred vision.

Hispania knew that after this separation, he might never be able to see his brother again.

Boom boom boom!
There were footsteps in the palace.

A stupid dragon-born child popped his head, looked at Dones twice, and looked at his mother while holding the pillar.

"Mother, where did father go?"

The dragon-born child bit his finger and asked his mother, "Mother, why are you crying? Is it because your father bullied you? I'll teach him a lesson for you!"

"No, it's not like that."

Hearing the voices of your own children, recalling all the things that have happened together in the past hundreds of years.

Hispania was sobbing, shaking uncontrollably all over.

She held her child in her arms and said softly: "Agamemnon, your father is a hero, but I don't want you to be like him in the future. God... please forgive my cowardice and selfishness."

Agamemnon was only a teenager at this time, and he still didn't understand the meaning of his mother's words.

However, the little dragonborn still raised his head and said with a straight face: "It's okay mother, no matter what happens in the future, no matter what kind of enemies you encounter, I will protect you!"

……

It's always been cold in Winterfell.

But today, it seems that the cold is a bit too much.

Krutenes woke up abruptly from his deep sleep, even though he was already covered with five or six layers of thick animal skin bedding, the bonfire in the corner of the stone room was still burning, making crackling noises. Every crack in the body was completely sealed with leaves and clay, but even so, the damn cold air still pervaded.

Like poisonous ants gnawing at his body.

Crutenius is the lord of Winterfell, after becoming the queen of all dragonborn in Hispania.

The status of Winterfell is better than before, but it is still limited.Winterfell is still an unpopular city, most of which are descendants of the Grania family who lost to the queen 200 years ago.

Once upon a time, they were nobles.

But now, they are just exiles who linger outside the mainstream society of Dragonborn and don't pay attention.

Including Krutenes himself, he was also a member of the Grania family, but unlike other stubborn resistance elements, the strength of the Tenes family is weak and it is too close to the queen's sphere of influence.

So, when the first confrontation is not over yet.

Crutenes opened the city gate tactfully and surrendered to the Queen's army. Facts have proved that he made the most correct decision in his life.

Although the Taines family lost their city and wealth, the glory of their ancestors was inherited by En Zhun.

Because of the clean surrender, most members of the Thenes family also survived the purge, and were sent to Winterfell along with other Grania family members, and it has been hundreds of years now.

The environment of Winterfell is harsh, but the monsters on the ice field have disappeared for hundreds of years, and there is no threat to their survival.

It's uncomfortable, but you can live anyway.

Under normal circumstances, Crutenes would spend the rest of his life in this city, aging, withering, and dying... Maybe he could return to the kingdom of God.

But now, on this ordinary morning.

The urgent sound of horns from the city wall broke the peaceful life of Krutenes.

(End of this chapter)