Chapter 59 The pursuit beyond time and the battlefield of gods (please read it!)

After a long time.

Only then did the old city lord Nedalen find Dones from the city.

Seeing Donez's miserable appearance, hot tears flowed from the old city lord's eyes, and his whole body trembled with anger.

"Those bad guys, how dare they! How could they do this!" The old city lord ignored the blood and dust on Dones' body, hugged him in his arms and kissed his forehead: "Those people are not worthy of bathing in the gods.

Glory.”

Nidalen is the nominal lord of this city.

But in fact, he is too old and weak to restrain the lawless prisoners in the city.

The reason why I can become the city lord.

On the one hand, it is because Nidalen is a descendant of the Grania family, and on the other hand, because of Nidalen's superb medical skills, many dragonborn in the city have been saved by Nidalen.

Dragonborn respect Nedalen, but that's about it.

…

In the night.

Nidaren moved the dying Dones back to his home and carefully cleaned his wounds.

Although weak, Donez is still young.

The injuries can be recovered, but the insulting tattoos on his body cannot be removed and will stay with him throughout his life.

Dones lay numbly on the bed, the pain in his body tortured him, but the torment in his heart made Dones feel even more intolerable. He repeatedly thought of the words Passos said before leaving.

Perhaps, he really should die directly under the city wall.

Instead of being rescued.

"Don't think so, kid." Nidalen seemed to have guessed what Donis was thinking. He faced the stove, and his old voice came along with the warm firelight: "To evaluate a dragonborn's achievements and glory, it should be

What he did, not what he looked like."

"Just like your father, he turned into a monster at the end of his life. But all the dragonborn respected him, and even appeared in the kingdom of gods after death."

"Do you know about my father?"

Donez was surprised.

"Yes." Nidalen nodded: "Thousands of years ago, I fought side by side with him."

Donius was even more surprised. This meant that the old man in front of him had personally participated in the final battle against the aliens and survived.

A living legend... Dones thought in his mind, and more admiration and respect emerged in his eyes when he looked at the old man. He was silent for a moment, and then asked doubtfully: "But, what have people like you committed?

You will be exiled here for making such a mistake."

Nidaren was silent.

His old back was facing Dones, and a sad emotion appeared on his furrowed face.

"If it is a mistake to give up killing each other with my brothers, then I am indeed an unforgivable sin." In the flickering firelight, Nidalen told his story.

Thousands of years ago.

The evil god Jagula descended on the earth, aliens wreaked havoc, and the earth dried up, leaving it desolate as far as the eye could see.

Under the witness of the gods, Kanda, the first king of the Dragonborn, led sixteen leaders of large tribes and launched the final battle with the alien race. In that war, the sixteen tribal leaders were given by the gods a symbol of glory and

Granian Weapons of Authority.

The descendants of these tribal leaders became the Grania family.

And Nidaren is a member of the Grania family.

After the war.

Nidalen was supposed to inherit his father's Granian weapon, but Nidalen is a dragonborn who doesn't like fighting.

Compared to endless wars, Nidalen preferred to study the laws between heaven and earth. He observed the stars and flowers and plants all day and night, and tried to use herbs to treat the wounds on the Dragonborn.

He thought he would not be a qualified warrior.

Nidalen gave up his rights and left his father's Granian weapons to his younger brother.

But humility was rewarded with betrayal and jealousy. Because he participated in the Final Battle, Nidalen enjoyed a high reputation in the family. Nidalen's younger brother was jealous of his elder brother's honor and reputation, so he slandered Nidalen.

Darren poisoned his father with herbs, abandoned the gods, and banished him to this icy wasteland.

"Glory, status, Granian weapons...my brother already has everything that dragonborns dream of, but he still can't tolerate me."

Nidaren sighed longly.

After listening to Nidaren's story, Dones thought of his sister.

They depended on each other in a strange city, and she was always so gentle, handling everything in an orderly manner but always standing behind her. Compared with Nidalen's brother, her sister was simply an angel.

It's a pity that I can never see her again and I don't dare to see her again... Dones looked at his ugly and thin self in the bronze mirror and thought sadly.

"Then you hate him?" Donius asked again.

"I used to hate him so much that I wanted to grab his throat and kill him." Nidalon's voice calmed down, "But what can I do? I know I can't do it, but life and

The flame must always continue."

Both fell silent.

In the room, there was only the crackling sound of burning flames.

…

the next day.

It was still dark before Donez walked out of the room alone.

The surrounding city is empty, desolate and dilapidated. It snowed last night, and the surrounding area is covered with snow and everything is silent.

In such a large city, most people are hostile to Dones. Nidalen is old and frail and cannot always provide him with shelter. Dones looks at the streets around him and feels at a loss.

Winterfell is a big city.

But now, Dones can't find a place to stay.

He walked aimlessly back and forth on the streets of the city, his body gradually becoming numb in the cold winter. When Donius came back to his senses, he was shocked to find that he had walked out of Winterfell City.

Arriving at the Northern Icefield.

"Is all this an arrangement of fate..."

The vast and boundless ice fields are endless, and the eyes are silvery white. At the end of the field of vision, you can see several huge glaciers undulating in the clouds and mist.

This is a dangerous area for alien activities.

But at this time, Dones was in it, and he felt that the irritability and depression had disappeared without a trace. The pain and hatred were also peeled away from Dones' body, leaving only peace.

"With such a vast and magnificent ice field, it would be a good idea to die here."

Donius suddenly had such an idea, and he walked toward the depths of the ice field alone. Compared to dying on a hospital bed or being beaten by a Dragonborn, Donius preferred to die on the battlefield.

With this idea in mind, Donez moved forward.

He thought that his death was approaching, but he did not feel any emotion such as sadness or hesitation, and his heart was as peaceful as ever.

In this state, Donez began to think about his past.

"There is no doubt that the moment I was born, I possessed unimaginable rights and honors for dragon descendants. My father is the high priest of the gods and the king of millions of dragon descendants. His prestige is unmatched by anyone, even if he is

The demon spiders on the ice fields and the aliens in the deep sea will tremble when they hear my father's name."

"I long to surpass my father, so I have always held myself to the standards of a king."

"But, I made a mistake... If it weren't for Hispania and my father, I might have died among the claws of the aliens. Even 30,000 dragon-born soldiers would have died in my hands. I would have to bear an unprecedented burden.

infamy."

"My people can forgive themselves, and my sister can tolerate my stupidity, but I can't bear it... so I came to Winterfell alone, wanting to pay for the sins I committed in the past."

"But I was too naive... My time was running out. When I came into this world, I was full of glory, and all the dragonborn were cheering and blessing me for my birth. But when I left, I was unknown.

Weak and ugly, burdened with unpaid sins..."

Dones walked alone in the empty ice field.

He couldn't remember how far he had walked or how long he had walked, and he was a little curious as to why he didn't even encounter an alien along the way.

It was quiet all around, except for the sound of my own footsteps.

In front of us is still an endless expanse of ice.

Behind him, the tall walls of Winterland City had disappeared. He came to the wilderness far away from human habitation, and any monster could easily kill Donis.

Cordonius kept moving forward, and an unprecedented joy emerged in his heart.

That is the joy gained from constantly getting closer to the truth.

"Dragonborn have to face many choices since they were born. There are many choices and many pursuits in this world. The lowest is food and clothing, then glory and wealth. Then there are fame, power and status..."
To be continued...