"I'm the queen, you can't call me stupid!"
Veronica wrinkled her nose, suddenly bit Soshyan's neck gently, and then stood up.
"Soshyan, it seems you haven't seen me dance yet, right?"
"Dance?"
"Yeah, I learned it from Efrenie. She used to be a dancer in Beetan."
As she spoke, Veronica twisted her wrist, and a unique fan appeared in her hand. Then she opened the jewel-encrusted fan and made a gesture. If there were no weapons on hand, the fan seemed to be enough. Make an excellent sword.
The next second, she stretched her slender left leg and drew a perfect arc in the air.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Veronica danced with a graceful posture, her body was as light as a swallow, and as soft as clouds, her arms were as soft as boneless, her slender and perfect legs were like lotus step by step, and her dancing posture was like a butterfly flying among the flowers. Sometimes he raises his wrists and lowers his eyebrows, sometimes he relaxes his hands lightly, and the gorgeous fan is closed and held, like a pen moving around a dragon.
Soshyan looked at it carefully and became a little crazy without realizing it.
Suddenly, Veronica raised her hands, raised her toes, and took off in a slight spin, like a swan flying in the air, and when she landed, she was like a peacock dancing on the ground.
Gradually, she walked in front of Soshyan with smooth and light steps, then she made a sound as if she had lost her footing, threw the fan in her hand, and fell limply into Soshyan's arms.
Gently hugging the soft and delicate body, staring at the peach-faced beauty, Suoshiyang felt slightly moved, and then kissed him, and Veronica also took advantage of the situation and hugged his neck.
Although Veronica was already emotionally moved, this was the wilderness after all, and Soshyan didn't want to be stared at by many pairs of eyes while doing that.
Fortunately, Doral had already thoughtfully anticipated this situation. Before the two of them came to the planet, they had already asked the Bonesingers to concentrate their efforts on building an exquisite and luxurious temporary palace in the Royal Court of the New City. Only then could Shi Yang and Veronica enjoy their spring night without being disturbed.
Early the next morning, before Veronica had even gotten up, Soshyan, wearing Eldar-style robes, was already walking side by side in the palace garden with Doral.
"Dolar, you seem to be obsessed with Commorragh and Victor. Is it because of hatred?"
Hearing Soshyan say this, Doral smiled.
"My father is the chief ceremonial officer of the Krach family and one of the five ministers of the Krach family. After Viktor lured the Imperial Space Marines to attack Commorragh, the Krach family was also severely damaged. My father At that time, he was trying to gather the family's strength to guard against possible attacks, but one day he was assassinated, and it was later proven that Victor had done it... The death of his father caused the leaderless Cratchit family to fall into huge chaos, and Victor He led his cabal to raid the family castle and killed every bloodline and retainer of the Cratchit family.”
Soshiyang stopped, turned to look at his court official, and said softly:
"But you survived."
Doral didn't say anything, but opened his collar and exposed his soul stone in front of Soshyan.
"Your Highness, if you are really the person Asuryan has chosen, then you can see it with your own eyes."
Soshyan hesitated for a moment, and then slowly stretched out his hand.
The moment his index finger touched the Soul Stone, memories belonging to Doral flooded into his mind.
The first thing that echoed in Soshyan's ears was the screams and shouts of the cabal warriors as they broke into the old noble castle. A warrior wearing human skin armor led the attack and beheaded the first man in fine clothes. decapitated the female Ada and disemboweled the second one.
At this time, an Ada warrior wearing lavender armor waved a double-edged sword above his head as if to fight the enemy.
The leading cabal warrior turned around in a slow arc, slicing the noble warrior's wrist with the swift blade, and then smashed the noble warrior's throat with the handle of the knife, knocking him to the ground.
Memories surfaced faster and faster, memories of old battles and midnight raids, blurry images filled with blood, lives ending in a symphony of crackling blades, broken bones, and halting screams. among.
They come so fast that they become like a black-and-white silent film, a sickening strobe of violence and chaos.
Finally, a picture was deeply engraved in Soshiyan's mind.
It was buried deep under blood and pain, and perhaps even Doral himself was unwilling to recall it.
His mother stood beside young Doral, her knife thrust into the upright Urgur's mouth, three blade-like claws as dark blood dripped from her pale skin. It also penetrated from her back, and her life fluid sprayed on him.
The next moment, a fist slammed into the side of young Doral's head, filling him with fear, tugging at his heart, freezing his consciousness, and burning his past existence from the inside, just like a flame in The paper crawls, leaving a trail of cursed ashes.
Then he was thrown into the arena that belonged to the slaves. He crossed the threshold with no clothes on, and the hunger in his stomach bitten and churned in his veins like stomach acid.
For a moment he was engulfed in shadows, and three steps further he forced himself into a wide courtyard.
Three similarly young ones confronted him.
"You are not welcome."
"A weakling will die a meaningless death."
"Get away!"
They tried to drive him away.
"No."
He managed to whisper through cracked lips, tongue and gums as dry as ash.
As punches and kicks knocked him to the ground, there was nothing he could do but hold on and survive.
revenge! !
After an eternity of numbness and psychic anguish, the beating ended.
Although the hungry gnawing in his gut was nothing compared to the abyss of mental anguish, he had to eat.
The slow water of the sewer gurgled past, turning into a whirlpool under the bridge pier. From the darkness, he saw what he needed being washed down by the current. It hooked the rope he hung under the bridge, turning gently in the water, and finally Leaning against one of the ornate pillars supporting the bridge.
He waited, examining the darkness with his ears and nose as much as with his eyes - Urgul's haunting haunts.
With nothing around him for the moment, he sneaks out of the arena and drags the body out of the water.
It was a whip-scarred and branded body that had been thrown from a tower into a sewer. He couldn't make a fire to cook without attracting attention, and he was so hungry that he couldn't wait to drag the body to a safer location.
Then he sank his teeth into the fetid rotting flesh.
In this way, he grew up like a slave and became the lowest warrior in the conspiracy, but he climbed up step by step with his determination.
One day, he will become the one standing at the top, and then he will pay back the pain he suffered a thousand times to that guy, that slave bastard sitting at the top of Comoros!
Many years passed like this, and as always, he led the plunder team to launch a plunder against humans. However, there was an error in the intelligence. After they landed on the planet, there were no humans at all, and there was no expected plunder -
This is an abandoned world.
