Vol 2 Chapter 128: The king of nature (on)

Chapter 128 The King of Nature (I)
"You are coming at the right time. Everyone goes to see the prince of the stars. No one is there, don't worry about being discovered."
"I like you, buddy," next to a private house in Longyan City, a short man took the shoulder of Cohen Karabyan and laughed: "I can watch even without the recommendation of Kaslan. Come out, you are a good man."
"Only the people who have served have such a body!"
Miranda walked silently behind them, watching Cohen alone and socializing with Kaslan's friends.
Cohen gave full play to his experience of mixing the front line of the border for three years, and mixed with the big soldiers, and should not be unreasonable.
"You are the same! Big belt! It's not like retiring this muscle!" Cohen responded with a big laugh: "How do you get this nickname? Kaslan didn't tell me."

"This is ah..."
"The story of the former glaciers sentry troops," the man with the big belt on the outside, the expression of the words is a change, his face is full of pride, "At that time I was still a recruit, when the autumn harvest, the evening I met a raid."
"It turns out that you are the elite scout of the glacier whistle!" Cohen's face was surprised: "No wonder... So, have you done a lot with the orcs?"
"What's more!" The big belt proudly laughed: "In the thirty-eighth whistle to serve for ten years, I and my brethren's brethren killed a total of fifty or two orcs!"
Cohen is awe-inspiring.
Orc.
These "old enemies" who have fought against humans since the time of the obscurity.
That is not an enemy that can be easily dealt with.
"Speaking back to the origins of the big belt... It was my first battle. When I was on duty, five or six orcs touched the post." The big belt shook his head: "We met one at the head, and the raised. The ugly thing is almost eight feet tall and the wrist is thicker than my thigh!"
"That the has killed our three brothers, and I have suffered a lot of injuries. I am the last one. I was beaten with even weapons." The big belt said that it was dancing, and from time to time, "I was I thought, no way, just take out the standard belt of the whistle, jump on his shoulder, and then..."
With the words, the big belt bites his teeth, slamming his muscles, and grabbing Cohen’s neck:
Like this... hit a knot and hold his neck!

Cohen pulled his neck and coughed violently, feeling the enthusiasm of the other party.
"I rode on his shoulder, the right hand dragged the belt, and the left hand held the little broken shield! The beast raised by the raised the warhammer and madly greeted me, one after another!" Miranda weird Under the eyes, the big belt swayed Cohen's neck and made the latter dizzy.
"Until it fell soft on the ground, my shield was broken."
"Ah!" Cohen recovered from the dizziness and looked up in surprise: "You haven't let go? The more the orcs are seriously injured, the greater the counterattack!"
"Yes!"
"Man, look at you is a knowledgeable!" The big belt patted the thigh, loudly: "Never let go! This is the lesson I learned later. At the time I thought it was out of breath, I loosened the belt. ... As a result, the beast bounced like a resurrection, while screaming, hugged my head!"
"Fortunately, at that time, His Majesty the King was inspecting the North to support the White Blade Guard. Kaslan arrived in time, and an axe opened the back of the bitch!"
"I was so angry at the time! But from that day on, they all called me a big belt! Haha!"
Cohen sighed and remembered his past in the West Front.
"So, have you done the same with the orcs?" The big belt showed a strong interest and asked curiously.
"Yes, but not the glacier orcs, but the desert orcs." Cohen smiled. "We have worked as mercenaries there. The way to deal with the orcs is to bow down and go around or attack from the armpit."
"Ah, this is the practice of the imperial people in the South, and the orcs are around the circle," the big belt said indulgently: "In the north, we can't do this. In cold weather, our actions are harder and less flexible than usual. So in the north. The best way is to make a direct assault, a quick fix, and a blow."
Cohen nodded with a thumbs up: "The desert is different. The orcs are very resistant to the heat. They are not afraid of the high temperature brought by the metal armor. They have equipment from the plate armor to the chain armor. I even saw the armed forces." The orc of the ministry, this time we must use our dexterity to find the opportunity to hit the key..."
While carrying the battlefield experience of each other, the big belt finally brought them to the house.
"Hey, look at you, the typical Northland girl, a big breast is big, and looks pretty." The big belt took them into the house and saw Miranda next to Cohen, and suddenly it was bright: "Card Slan introduced you... Do you want to consider staying behind? We have several good guys who are single, and even have a tough guy who has retired from the White Blade Guard..."
Miranda suddenly changed his face and looked at Cohen.
Cohen spread his hand and signaled that he was not.
But the big belt frowned and shook his head: "Forget it... they don't deserve you - they are all bad people who want to make quick money, don't want to work hard in their hometown, rough man, it is estimated If you are not good at home, what qualifications are there to please you like a good woman."
The big belt sighed: "The eyes are low and the hands are low, and they can't keep their lives. The singles are single."
Miranda didn't say a word, just listened to the big belt.
"A girl from the Northland like you is so tall, strong and energetic. According to the standards of the upper class, the skin is also white. It must be a hot commodity in his hometown," the big belt sat down and snorted. "I have three sisters, so I know that your age girl, impulsive, enthusiastic, always can't look at the boys near the house, thinking about going out to find opportunities, meeting the most brave, most arrogant, and the highest in combat. The warrior may have a chance to marry him."
"But believe me, the outside world looks wonderful, but it is always more complicated than the hometown. The men outside are probably handsome, but they can’t be compared to the silly boys in their hometown. I listen to me. You, you should go home, make a thickest robe, hit the toughest dagger, surround the most beautiful wreath, use them to choose the most sincere among the boys around you. But don't be busy giving him the sweetness, hanging his appetite... and then waiting for him to be called, and polishing it back from the battlefield - this is the standard for men's success - and then look at his mind, If he still hasn't changed, put your wreath on the boy's neck and take him to see your parents..."
"Don't care about his family property, don't care about his origins. The most important thing is that he has the responsibility, the responsibility, the true love for you, the care for you, the pain to know you, and it is better to be a little afraid of you... this year, the family Both Wan Guan and the nobles can't make up for the lack of heart..."
Cohen clenched his stomach and smiled, watching Miranda's darker face.
"I often say to my daughter that when I grow up, I have to marry a good family, but I must be someone who truly loves her. I also hope that one day will be able to hand her over to a good boy..." The belt was spitting, and suddenly the brow wrinkled.
Cohen looked at the big belt and looked ugly.
I saw the latter slammed up and rushed out of the house.
"You... I thought you were going to see the prince entering the city, and the result was actually hiding here!"
The two people in the room haven't reacted yet. In the next second, there are a few screams from the boys and girls.
"Daddy, you will stop me! Kevin, he... just come over and send something to me..."
"Uncle...have something to say slowly...ah!"
The horrible roar of the big belt then sounded:
"Send things?"
"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, stinky boy!"
"Roll! Roll! Leave my daughter, stay away from Sesia!"
"My daughter hasn't been married yet! If I dare to sneak into Sesia..."
"I will interrupt your three legs!"
Under the accompaniment of the chicken flying dog next door, Cohen stunned and looked at the big belt with different words and deeds, and looked at Miranda opposite.
Then the two men sighed and smiled.
In the smile, Miranda looked up and looked at the Palace of the Spirit on the hillside in the distance.
Her eyes quickly became blurred.
The silly boy in his hometown.
Simple and specific...

Tyres stepped on the floor tiles of the Seal Palace and stepped forward.
Unlike the Fuxing Palace, which is simple and simple, the style of the interior and the outside is different. The interior decoration of the Yingling Palace is very contradictory.
Some places look rough, such as the rough carvings on each porch, the stair railings made of giant wood, the beasts that are specially made into trophies on the walls, but there are many places that are carved very delicately, such as some special ones. Carved tiles, corners full of painted ceilings, extravagant lights and so on.
The traces of history and time are also different. The materials and color of the wall tiles in some corners seem to last for hundreds of years, and some places are obviously renovated in a few years.
To him, the interior of the Palace of the Spirit is like a layer of murals. The new nicks are piled up in the past imprints, and history and the present are intertwined.
But Taylors has no intention of enjoying this.
He is trying to adjust his own state, thinking about the "king-Dagon" such a unique Exeter political identity proposition, ready to meet the next challenge.
Although Nuen VII has already ordered him through Nilai and Slythe, the experience that has always been made to believe that the unknown is the subject of life, and the accident is always sudden.
You must be prepared.
Under the direction of Myrk, the second prince of the stars crossed the squinting white-bladed guards, passing through countless porches, slowly moving towards a ring-shaped stone hall that looked like an ellipse.
The lighting here doesn't seem to be good, the light is dim, but the six iron frames in the stone hall are equipped with flaming braziers, which drive away the cold and bring some swaying illumination.
Like Lombard, it is a brazier... The lords of Exeter like the brazier so much?
Taylors secretly spit in the bottom of his heart.
He took a deep breath, stepped forward and stepped into the stone hall.
Myrk did not follow, and the door slammed shut behind the prince.
Taylors saw far away, forming a simple brown and black rectangular table in the middle of the stone hall.
At the other end of the long table, in the direction of Tyres, a white-haired old man sat.
He was about sixty-seven years old, dressed in a thick red and black robes, hung with a dark gold crown, and his head was very simple, with a dark red gem in front of his forehead.
The old man’s hands crossed the table but he did not speak. Because of the distance and the light, Teres could not really see his appearance.
But Tyres has already known his identity.
Taylors approached the quaint long table.
On the left and right sides of the old man, there are five men who describe different styles, different costumes, two on the left and three on the right.
To say that they have something in common, it is from the moment when Tyres steps into the stone hall, five men of different ages are all unfriendly and even fierce, looking at the seven-year-old boy. .
A king, five grand princes.
When Tyles stood at the long table, he frowned: the Exeter did not leave him with even a seat.
There is no intention to add him a seat.
Not good.
He gritted his teeth gently.
Tyres was forced to stand on the cold stone, facing the six most high-powered lords of Exeter, who had to look up because they were not tall enough.
This made the atmosphere in front of him very unfavorable to him.
It seems that respecting the old and loving the young is not the theme here - it seems to have returned to the age of children.
With this in mind, the second prince laughed in the bottom of his heart.
Relieved a lot of tension.
Terspin regained his feelings. The winds and waves that he had experienced since the Red Square Street have given him a lot of experience. Even in the face of sinister situations, he is confident that he can calm down and find a way out in an instant.
and……
Taylors turned his gaze to the five people on both sides of the front, but because of the backlight, the faces of the five people were hidden in the dark, not clear, only a pair of scorpions flashed in the fire, putting tremendous pressure on the visitors. .
And the Duke of General Coman Rumba and the Duke of Val Allen, tried to get the referee to change the throne, twice assassinated the prince, one of the successes, and even set off the culprit of the unprecedented crisis of the two countries...
Nearly creating wars and conflicts, the culprit of disaster and death...
It is also the culprit of the field that I have today...
In these five people...Thales looked at the shadows of the five shadows in the darkness, secretly making a fist.
And his only possible, but not how friendly allies.
Taylor looked up and looked at the other side of the table, the farthest old man.
It is a supreme ruler who just lost his son.
He couldn't help but notice that the stone hall was surrounded by a dragon-marked flag in the cloud. Only behind the old man was a square huge fireplace, and the wall at the top of the fireplace was inlaid with a black background. Ledge made of wood.
On the ledge is a long shot with a specific shape and unknown material.
In the books of Tyres in the Judith Hall, the ancient knights with hand guards and fixed gun handles are different. Although the rifle is two meters long, there is no hand guard, and the whole body is thick. In the two-thirds of the body of the gun, the grip is specially frosted. The body of the gun shines with the metallic color of silver. The head of the gun is black and shiny. It is equipped with a square-shaped sharp-edged blade, which looks sharp and sharp.
"The soul gun."
The low, slow sound rang in the stone hall.
"That was the weapon that Nakaru used before, and it was also the family name of Walton, and the reason we were called the Dragon Gun family." The old man on the other side of the long table slightly turned his head, and the fire jumped, he Show your face in the dark.
It is a resolute but wrinkled face, the appearance of silvery hair color, with the typical characteristics of the northern people, the eyelids are deep, the nose bridge is towering, the outline is prominent, and the arc of the mouth is alone. A touch of cold.
"It's sharp and dangerous. It is said that only the ruling guns of the stars are comparable, and there are countless souls."
"In the past hundreds of years, it has slaughtered and devastated many famous enemies - even if it is insidious, like the 'death of the dead,' and the scorpion of poison, such as the 'human slaughter', Syrah, the powerful, such as the 'Wolf Enemy' Keira The fierceness is like the night wing king, and the stranger is the magician."
Tyres frowned slightly.
Taylors suddenly remembered Kaslan’s evaluation of the old man in front of him:
"When he was young, he was a good king, a standard Walton sturdy man."
Tyres and the old man looked at each other. He found that the other side had a pair of blue eyes. I don't know if it was the inheritance of the Walton family. Anyway, Tyres himself did not inherit the blue sky of Kessel's...
Taylor suddenly glanced at him, and he remembered the Li Xia's great sacrifice, Queen Koya's evaluation of his gray eyes - it was derived from his mother's characteristics.
His thoughts returned to his eyes.
But Taylors has a chilling feeling.
He was more or less aware that the old eyes of the old man were projecting a different kind of feeling at this moment.
It is vicissitudes and darkness, grief and depression, as if a person who has been immersed in despair for many years.
Dangerous and terrible.
"In the next few hundred, thousands of years, the soul is as famous as it is," the old man with a face like iron slowly opened up and gathered into a sentence with strength: "There will be more slaughter."
The text is very clear, I don't wish you a happy Singles Day.
There will be a chapter at one o'clock in the morning, which is being revised.
The climax of this volume is coming, the recent codeword is very time-consuming and laborious. If there is an update, Haihan is one.
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(End of this chapter)