God comes in the calendar year 3431, spring!
The rain in early spring has just washed away the sky. In the long winter, the earth, which has been sleeping for more than five months, is slowly waking up.
The melted snow water on the glacier flows gently into the world, nourishing the stiff earth.
From deep in the distant mountains, there is an occasional roar, which is the sound of huge ice cubes breaking.
The bears hiding in tree holes and the wolves gathering together and crawling in the snow all used their ears to listen to the sounds of the earth, and then woke up from their hazy dreams. They run quickly, migrating towards the safe places in their memories... even if they haven't had time to store enough food and fat.
The forest began to become noisy.
Last year there was more snow than usual, and it was packed deeper.
This also means that as the temperature gradually rises, a large amount of snow will melt into water, and then pour and rush along the rivers... and even in low-lying mountains and forests, and into the plains.
If no preparation is made in advance, it will be a huge disaster.
Some people say that a wise ruler should at least know to prevent locust plagues during droughts. After a long winter, it is time to prepare for flood control in spring.
And Theobit VII was obviously not a wise monarch.
There is only a relatively small piece of his land left, relying on the 'help' of orcs and elves to barely support the country's army.
Of course, in exchange, he needs to lead his army to do things for the orcs and elves that they are not suitable to do.
For example, plundering the population of other countries and selling them as slaves to the orcs.
Another example is kidnapping some well-known craftsmen, artists, and writers and sending them to the elves.
Under the pressure of the elves, craftsmen, artists and writers had to give up all their leisure time and create day and night.
These are just words that can barely be said.
If those who cannot speak out are also included, then Theobit VII has simply lost the face of his ancestors.
In the eyes of many people from other countries, Theobit VII had lost the dignity of the nobility and the pride of the king.
People call him the 'King of Thieves', a king who no longer really deserves the title of king. He is more like a bandit leader who leads a group of bandits.
On the outskirts of the Emerald Forest, the palace is quite luxurious, but does not have much artistic atmosphere or solemn atmosphere. It is simply located on the shore of the Yoder Elf Lake.
Around the palace, except for a very few buildings, there are more tents that are so simple that they can be evacuated at any time.
Most of the people in the tent were dressed in messy and sloppy clothes, men and women, and at a glance... they were even of the same character.
They have strong muscles, rough skin, strong body odor, and are covered with dirt and dust.
These people are not only the last subjects of the Rose Dynasty, but also the soldiers of Theobit VII.
Of course, they are now best known as notorious and hated bandits.
As for the Knights of the Rose and the White Wizards, who were once famous throughout the Western world, they have long been shattered. Their last glory also bloomed during the reign of Queen Sophia.
They were buried by Queen Sofia herself.
A country that is no longer strong should not have such powerful 'weapons'. This is what Queen Sofia once said.
Despite this, Queen Sofia was extremely hated by the later Rose Monarchs, who believed that it was because of her that the Rose Dynasty gradually became weak in diplomacy until it gradually lost all dignity.
By the lake, inside the palace, which looks gorgeous on the outside, the furnishings are relatively simple. Looking more closely, many of its main components can be moved and disassembled... This is a mobile palace.
In the middle of the simple wooden floor, fish soup is boiling in a copper crucible on the huge fire pond.
The fish soup without any spices still has a strong fishy smell even when it is boiling.
Several girls whose eyes had lost their luster and vitality were lying naked on the messy bed, while a savage figure was still struggling and working hard among them.
He didn't care about life and death at all.
The 'ministers', whose faces were covered with scarves and whose true faces were not revealed, walked in one after another with brutal and lazy steps.
There were still blood stains on the edges of their shoes that had not been completely drained.
"Your Majesty the King, the expulsion from the Seventh Legion of the Condor Empire is almost near the Emerald Forest. We must move the capital to a safer place." A 'minister' said rudely.
The still struggling figure suddenly stopped his frequent operations.
Then he raised his body half up from the bed.
Several girls who looked like broken dolls were thrown out and then hit the ground heavily.
Some 'ministers' actually looked at him greedily several times, with desire and dissatisfaction in their eyes.
"Escape! Escape! Escape! It's always escape. We are the great Rose Dynasty, and the former Condor Empire can only survive under our breath... When... When, just a seventh legion ...can you expel us easily?" The king's anger did not affect the mood of the 'ministers'.
The so-called humiliation of ministers and their deaths... obviously cannot be fulfilled when it comes to thieves and bandits.
If the king cannot give his ministers the dignity and honor they deserve, then the ministers naturally have no obligation to sacrifice themselves for the king.
"Let's go! Let's all go!"
"But... where else can we go?"
"Omir, the orc capital? Are you going to be a slave there?"
"Or should we use the so-called kindness of that stupid woman back then to continue to beg and beg my... cousin who has no blood relationship at all to give us a piece of land that is enough to live on?"
The king put on his clothes and got out of bed.
His body was severely overdrawn.
Some messy potions were fighting with each other in his body. Not only did they fail to solve the curse on him from the Seven Gods, but they also greatly shortened his lifespan and made his spirit become increasingly chaotic.
"Your Majesty, we can go deeper into the Emerald Forest. We can also arrange some songs and dances and dress up as a song and dance troupe... I think the elves will welcome us..." A 'minister' has not yet said anything Finally, the cold blade had cut off his head.
The bloody corpse fell in a pool of blood, twitching feebly.
Theobit VII, with his eyes glowing red, looked at everyone ferociously.
At this moment, he seemed to be struggling to raise the steel knife in his hand, and looked at everyone with a stern look on his face. Facing the exact same masked men, he might not even be able to tell clearly who these so-called 'ministers' were. Not the group of people he promoted in the first place.
"Theobit...a cursed name, but do you know why, starting from Theobit II, all subsequent kings have used this damn, cursed name?"
"Because our last glory is tied to this name. Only if we are still called... Your Majesty Theobit! Our voice will continue to exist in the Western world."
"No matter how downcast we are, in everyone's heart, we must still recognize that... I... Theobit VII is still a king. No matter how they deny it..."
"And you...and you! You are trampling on the last dignity of a king."
"Throwing Theobit's last glory into the pit, it really stunk."
"Cabaret?"
"What is the performance? Let a king show off his strong thighs to the elves? And then twerk in a coquettish way? Or... in an ignorant and monotonous forest, sing high notes with those ridiculous birds?"
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Don't you even have the courage to fight?" Theobit VII felt dizzy, took a heavy breath, and sat back on the bed slumped.
The withered chest was like a weak bellows, rising and falling rapidly, but failed to activate the body's functions.
"Your Majesty, the strongest among us is only a third-level professional thief, but the Seventh Legion of the Condor Empire has four fourth-level blood generals, and there are more than ten knights who have reached the earth knight stage. There are also a number of ignorant priests and magicians... We are definitely no match, maybe just a meeting, we will subdue the country, and you... will also become the king of subjugation." A 'minister' said sarcastically The tone is 'well-intentioned' to discourage.
The minister had already pulled out the dagger in his hand. This was not only a defense against Theobit VII and his sudden and violent attack, but also a threat.
He is the third-level professional thief.
Theobit VII waved his hand... and then said indifferently: "I'll... think about it again!"
When the crowd dispersed.
Those girls who were still staring at death were lying next to the fire pit, and the flickering light of the fire was vaguely reflected in their dilated pupils.
Snapped!
It sounded like something was being torn apart.
And it seems...it's just the sound of wood burning in the fire pit and the debris breaking.
The crazy laughter of Theobit VII radiated from the palace and gradually rippled in all directions.
At the same time, all mythical beings felt a strong wave rising above the world.
A crack in space was forcibly opened.
Taking Theobit VII as the coordinate, a terrifying, huge, ferocious figure is about to descend on this world.
When he revealed his ferocious head, which contained five heads, the seven gods of the West unanimously united their thoughts for the first time.
The powerful seal composed of seven rays of light wants to fill the hole torn in the sky and drive away the foreign invaders directly.
"Weak...and ridiculous alien god!"
"You have polluted and occupied this world, and now...I have received an invitation to cleanse this world of moths. Are you...ready to welcome your eternal nightmare with a grand ball?"
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