"Becoming an undead is actually another kind of immortality."
"But it doesn't matter if I tell you. Anyway, this dragon-binding rope has lost its function, and the dragon-binding rope cannot be made just by you."
"The core of this rope is made of the strips of Evergreen Bamboo that were used to bind Gorgon when he was young."
"Evergreen bamboo will not die for a thousand years, will not fall down for a thousand years after death, and will not decay for a thousand years after falling. That's why this bamboo strip can be preserved for such a long time."
"The reason why Gorgon was able to be bound by the dragon-binding rope was entirely because of his childhood memories. It was a psychological reason."
Tang Ruotong said blankly: "Just like a young elephant whose feet are tied by tree stumps and ropes, even if it can overturn a car when it grows up, its feet will still be tied by the same ropes."
Poincaré looked at the dead Gorgon in astonishment. His heart was filled with the emotion of sorrow for the death of a rabbit and a fox. In a sense, the fate of this giant dragon was not the same as his.
…
"Uh-huh!"
Poincaré cut it down with one sword.
This sword did not cut off Noveth's head, but cut off the rope binding Noveth's feet.
Faced with Noveth's doubts, Poincaré said: "I will not let you die so easily. I will take you to my territory, explain all the plots to the people, and let them work with me to overthrow this dark rule! "
"You'll see it all before you die!"
Nofes shook his head when he heard this, "There is no way you can return to the territory alive. There will be countless killers along the way to kill you."
"Even if you return to the territory and organize a rebel army, there will be other dragons to stop you, and there will even be national troops secretly coming to conquer you in the name of conquering the dragons."
"You just own a viscounty, so you have no chance of winning."
Poincaré's eyes were blazing, "Whether there is a chance of winning, you have to try to find out. I should be the first lord to rebel as a dragon-slaying master, right? Are you sure you can suppress it all this time?"
"The anger of the people will make you realize that Long Yan is nothing more than that."
Norphus lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.
He has become a prisoner, and now it is no longer up to him to decide what Poincaré plans to do with him.
When Wang Chen heard Poincaré's words, his eyes showed his admiration for him.
He did not recycle the earth-penetrating beads, but also donated all the remaining liquid medicine that Poincaré could use to him.
I hope they can use these things to return to the territory smoothly.
Yes, they.
John and Assef, who were hiding in the rock wall, turned from shock to anger after learning the truth of all this, and now they are determined to become Poincaré's followers.
And plans to join the rebel army he is about to organize.
Needless to say, John originally wanted to become a meritorious swordsman.
Assef, who planned to live a life of a hot bed with his wife and children, made this decision because he already knew the truth and was likely to be silenced with no way back.
More than anything else, he was angered by the lies that this top Gnostian man had concocted to fool the people who had controlled them for hundreds of years.
He now wishes he could join the Dragon Slaying Alliance.
The anger of honest people is often like this. It is calm and calm on weekdays, but when it erupts, it is like a volcano.
His transformation is very representative of how ordinary people might react after learning the truth.
At that time, the anger of thousands of honest people may eventually overthrow the Nostian Empire.
…
Wang Chen and the others teleported out of Nostia and returned to the Professionals Association.
When it was time to eat, Wang Chen was not in a hurry to hand over the job transfer task.
They gathered at the dinner table and chatted.
"Our harvest this time is quite rich. Everyone has a large jar of dragon blood. It is said that after bathing, one can truly become immortal." Long Wushuang said.
"No, I'm allergic to the word immortal now," Wu Jiajie said.
Wang Chen picked up a piece of asparagus and said, "I think our real gain is that we understand a truth in this mess in Nostia."
"What's the reason?" Tang Ruotong asked.
“Only by ensuring the legitimacy of the means can the goal also remain legitimate.”
"Justice by any means will only make people fall into the abyss."
Wang Chen said, his tone was solemn and sincere.
The other three were silent for a long time.
Suddenly Long Wushuang's face twisted, "I just realized it, and you've tricked me again!"
"The same thing happened when you turned into a famous detective to expose Nolfis's feet before."
"Damn! You've been showing off to others too many times recently! No, this isn't fair. I'm going to unilaterally tear up the non-aggression agreement!"
"I'm going to get weird!"
"Oh? Really?" Wang Chen flashed his chopsticks and took away the chicken legs in Long Wushuang's bowl, "Then I will make you pay a little price for breaking the contract first!"
The two chased each other in the restaurant.
Wu Jiajie and Tang Ruotong looked at them helplessly.
Wu Jiajie said: "How long will they continue like this?"
Tang Ruotong smiled and said: "I don't know, maybe I will be like this for the rest of my life."
…
Twenty-five years later.
Fangji Noodle House, No. 1 People’s Avenue, Luzhou.
A man wearing glasses is combing his hair in front of a small mirror.
It was obvious that he was very nervous, and from time to time he took out gel from his bag to smooth his hair.
The noodle shop owner came over, placed a bowl of fried noodles in front of him, and said with a smile: "Is eating noodles so formal? This small shop is really prosperous."
"Old Fang, don't laugh. I have an interview today, and he's a big shot!" The man with glasses pushed the mirror and gel aside and ate the noodles.
"Oh? So awesome?" Boss Fang laughed, "Speaking of which, you got the position of deputy editor without knowing it."
"Yes, I joined Luzhou Daily in the year when the Republic was founded. At that time, Luzhou Daily was a heroic newspaper. The old editor-in-chief Lu Wenxiong was working as a war reporter on the battlefield of the Sakura Empire. He was hit by a stray bullet and was honored."
"After that, Luzhou Daily became very famous. It can be said that it has almost become the top newspaper in the Yaolong Republic."
"I never thought at the time that I would be able to intern at Luzhou Daily, let alone be the deputy editor now. Thinking about it now is like a dream."
The man with glasses sighed.
"This is life." Boss Fang smiled, "By the way, I haven't asked you which big shot you are going to interview today?"
"Not just one, but many." The man with glasses lowered his voice, "They are all General Wang's former comrades-in-arms!"
Boss Fang was stunned, "General Wang? Are you talking about General Wang Chen?"
"Hey, when mentioning General Wang in the entire Yaolong Republic, everyone knows that they are referring to General Wang Chen. After all, he is the main founder of the Republic." The man with glasses said.
Boss Fang smiled and nodded, "That's true."
"That's right, Lao Fang, you don't seem to be particularly in awe of General Wang." The man with glasses was a little strange, "Others are very excited when talking about him, but you are very calm. He is a first-class hero. !”
