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

The two of them just stared at each other face to face, neither of them speaking, waiting for the other to speak.

Perhaps Lance Shanks couldn't stand the loneliness anymore and finally said the first sentence.

"Do you need help?"

"..."

Reinhardt smiled slightly.

Not surprisingly, like everyone else, Lance Shanks wanted to help him, but his answer remained the same.

"No need. The Royal City of Rodel and [King of Blessing] Mungat can't stop me."

Although it has been said many times, it is true.

With his current strength, and not bragging, unless [Black Sword] Malicus comes down in person, no one else can pose a threat to him.

However, it was only a matter of time before he faced Malicus.

In order to completely burn the golden tree, liberating the destined death is an indispensable process, and the concept of death of the boundary area and the golden tree must be given again.

However, after this simple conversation, the two fell into silence again, and seemed unable to find a suitable topic.

After a long moment, Reinhardt looked at the wounds on her face and arms that were slowly healing and couldn't help but ask, "...Are your wounds okay?"

"...Yeah, it still hurts a little, but it's nothing serious."

Lance Shanks subconsciously hugged his arms and tried to cover the scars with his hands, but a smile appeared on his face, "My friend, are you concerned about me?"

"Isn't this natural? As your friend, isn't it normal for me to care about you?"

Reinhardt waved his hand and spoke lightly, as if this matter was very common.

Actually, it is true, and it is not a big deal.

But that doesn’t seem to be the case for Lance Shanks.

At this moment, she lowered her proud head and murmured to herself in a voice that only she could hear: "Sure enough, I was not wrong about him..."

At the same time, a glimmer appeared in his eyes, and they became firm, as if he had made some decision in his heart.

Then she suddenly raised her head and looked at him again, "I will never give up! Even if the other party is the king we serve, it is no reason for me to retreat!"

Reinhardt: ???

He was a little confused and didn't know why the topic was so jumpy, but in Lance Shanks's eyes, he saw a glint of brilliance.

Before he could react, a delicate hand reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling it hard.

He threw himself uncontrollably into Lance Shanks' arms, had an intimate contact with those towering mountain-like breasts, and then was greeted with an extremely domineering kiss from the ancient dragon Lance Shanks.

At this moment, Reinhardt's expression gradually changed from initial shock to indifference.

Ah, I was kissed again.

And he stuck out his tongue.

He didn't know how many times this had happened.

Are all women in the border area so domineering?

For some reason, he felt a growing sense of dissatisfaction in his heart.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Lance Shanks's fair and pretty face turned red and he breathed slowly, but the determination in his eyes did not change at all.

"This is the oath of me, [Ancient Dragon Priest] Lance Sanx! You, Reinhardt, are the partner I, Lance Sanx, have chosen. I will never give up!"

"Hmm, that's quite impressive... I hope you can still be so impressive next time."

Faced with Lance Shanks's sincere confession, he just smiled indifferently, and this smile did not look so friendly.

"Come here you go!"

While Lance Shanks was still confused, he did the same thing and pulled Lance Shanks into his arms.

Now it was Lance Shanks' turn to be stunned and unable to react at all.

She just came to her senses and raised her head to say something, but the moment she met Reinhardt's eyes, she couldn't say anything.

And even resistance is impossible.

I don't know why, but my whole body felt numb and I had no ability to resist at all.

He could only watch as Reinhardt's head sank lower and lower, and grew bigger and bigger in his eyes.

Under the moonlight, the two figures gradually overlapped.

Each other's heartbeat, each other's warmth, and each other's feelings merge into one at this moment.

The moonlight is so beautiful tonight.

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The wind howled and fierce waves rose one after another.

In the distance of this vast sea with rolling waves, a wooden sailboat is sailing towards us with its sails raised and following the wind.

Although the sails were very worn out and even the railings were broken, it was already riding on the huge waves and slowly drifting from the end of the fog to this narrow space.

On the bow stood a burly man.

Although he was wearing heavy armor, holding a broken battle axe in his hand, his pale beard fluttered in the wind.

The man looked very old, like an old general returning from the battlefield.

However, although the general is old, he still cannot conceal his domineering aura and the explosive muscles hidden under his armor.

"We are finally back, back to our hometown, Seroushu."

The man gently stroked the fluffy lion head on his shoulder, and the rough sound disappeared in an instant with the waves and sea breeze.

The seemingly unreal white lion lying on his shoulder enjoyed the man's caress while opening its bloody mouth and howling deeply in response.

He is the king of the wilderness, whose real name is Hole Lu, but in order to become the King of Elden, he gave up that barbaric nature and took on the responsibility of [Beast Prime Minister] Serloshu, and changed his name to the War King of Gefulei.

At this moment, the war king was standing at the bow, feeling the sea breeze blowing in his face while gazing at the illusory golden tree standing on the high ground in the distance.

After a thousand years, he returns again.

This time, he will once again take over all the border areas, just like the long campaign a thousand years ago.

"...Malika..."

He kept muttering that familiar name, and his cloudy, colorless eyes were filled with longing and nostalgia.

This scene at this moment made him recall the time when he first met Marika.

"...Savage... Is this all that's left?"

Marika looked down at him condescendingly, and the indifferent and cold gaze in her pure golden eyes made people feel cold all over.

At this moment, he was being pressed down by two rare people, kneeling on the ground and kissing the land, with corpses of his tribesmen scattered around him.

He looked so miserable, like a dog that had lost its home.

"Hmph... What? You want to hear the last howl of that stray dog before you chop off its head?"

"That's impossible! Even if you kill me, I might still surrender to you, a bitch. I won't say a word! Kill me now if you dare!"

Although he also had a head full of white hair, he was still very young at that time.

Perhaps the term "youthful and energetic" was tailor-made for him. As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Even when facing Malika, who is as fierce as a lion or tiger, he is not afraid at all.

Even when he was about to die, he still had the mood to look at the woman sitting on the high place.

Malika was also young at that time, and her delicate face still had a hint of childishness, but the right curves and convexities were perfectly in place.

She was also wearing the same long dress painted with golden branches and leaves, as black as the night.

The bare soles of his feet gently landed on the rocks, his round toes as white as pearls.

Gives a swirl of desire in the mouth.

"Tsk, what a stunning beauty! I wish you could give me some pleasure before you die, haha!"

"Shut up, you prisoner!"

As soon as the mocking words came out of his mouth, the man next to him stepped on his face into the mud and crushed it several times.

"You actually insulted Her Majesty the Queen. It seems you don't want to live anymore!"

The rare soldier seemed to be still unsatisfied and picked up the spear in his hand, ready to stab him to death.

But at the moment of falling, Marika's gentle call stopped her.

"stop."

Marika stopped the soldiers and walked down from the high stone lightly, coming to Holerlu who was pinned to the ground.

"Her Royal Highness the Queen!"

The soldiers saluted her.

Marika nodded slightly, signaling the soldiers to let go of Holierlu.

Although the soldiers were puzzled, they still obeyed the queen's orders.

As for safety, they are not worried. You know, to become a queen of rare people, you need not only personal charm, but also strong strength.

Those ungrateful barbarians are examples of this.

What's more, their queen was chosen by two fingers.

Holierlu was free and tried to get up by supporting herself on the ground with her hands, but as soon as she raised her head, she met Marika's clear golden eyes.

He didn't know when, Marika had squatted in front of him, and at the same time a faint fragrance drifted into his nostrils.

It was the first time he smelled such a pleasant scent, a scent that was not found on the barbarian women.

"...Barbarian warrior, do you think I am beautiful?"

The woman's words suddenly woke him up. Looking at the stunning woman in front of him, glancing at her charming face, he couldn't help but grin and said rudely, "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. You are much better than the women of our barbarian tribe. It would be even more beautiful if you could make me feel good. Haha!"

"Yeah..."

Holieru's rude words did not cause any fluctuation in the woman's eyes. She looked at him as if he were an object.

She even raised a charming smile at the corner of her mouth, stretched out a slender finger, gently lifted his chin, and lifted his head up.

"Hmm...very good. I admire your barbarian warrior."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally... You don't want to die in this remote and barbaric place, do you?"

Marika's words made Holeru feel inexplicably palpitating. Her words seemed to have some kind of magic that teased her heartstrings.

"...Mighty barbarian warrior, rather than dying an ugly death on the roadside, it would be more fitting for you to die heroically on the battlefield."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

He Lailu had put away her arrogance and looked at the rare queen with a serious gaze.

He was a stubborn person who never thought too much and usually solved everything with force. Now the woman's words made him unable to react and confused.

He couldn't figure out what this woman was trying to do.

"...I mean, how about becoming my king? Join me in ushering in the era of the Golden Tree."

As she spoke, Marika's fingers gently slid down his neck, brushing across his sturdy arms, stopping at his muscular chest right at his heart. She whispered in his ear, "I will give you a battlefield, endless wars, to satisfy your warlike heart. How about that?"

Marika's soft whisper in her ear and the faint hazy breath made Holer's heart skip a beat.

He nodded for some unknown reason and was about to agree but then he realized what was going on.

"Oh, I've already said it's impossible to surrender to a bitch like you! You think you can make me kneel down at your feet just because of your stinky skin? Save your energy, you despicable bitch!"

Seeing such an ungrateful barbarian, the rare soldiers on the side could no longer bear it and could not help but clench the spears in their hands.

When had the queen they served ever suffered such an insult?

Even the former Eternal City treated them as guests of honor, unlike this barbarian who was so ungrateful.

However, Marika was neither annoyed nor angry, and there was even more appreciation in the look she gave Holeru.

Even under everyone's astonished gaze, she couldn't help but chuckle.