Tang Zhangwei talked with the Viking commander Xue Luoji for a long time, but Xue Luoji did not immediately agree to Tang Zhangwei's conditions.

However, the Vikings commander Xue Loki was indeed a little moved.

For that Xue Loki, as the commander of the Vikings, he really needs to consider the Vikings.

After all, the Vikings had no prejudice against the Tang Dynasty and other forces. As long as they could get benefits from one force, they could form an alliance with the force.

As for the people in the Dragon Castle, they think that the Black Iron Continent belongs to them.

These people just want to get as much benefit as possible for themselves, and these people are unwilling to come forward to fight against the Tang army head-on.

Sui Hongguo, the mysterious creature in the Dragon Castle, had considered any alliance with his enemy Tang Zhangwei.

However, in the end, Sui Hongguo, the mysterious creature of the Dragon Castle, finally rejected the proposal.

Van Rand's warhammer held the sword. The two of them plucked up all their strength, and their faces were only a short distance away. The muscles on their arms trembled due to tension. Finally, Van Rand pushed Wei Wan'er away with a muffled groan. The next staggered, Van Rand followed and attacked. His expression was cold but his eyes were fierce and firm, as if he was sure to win. This absolute confidence shocked Wei Wan'er. His attack was equally powerful, but it was no longer a mess. He had never beat Van Rand before-"That's the end!" Van Rand shouted, his voice echoing. Wei Wan'er suddenly became frightened and saw Van Rand

Still on the viewing platform on the high ground, pink, snow-white, and bright red rose petals fell like rain, sprinkling towards the hero who returned in triumphant return.

Van Rant, a native of Vattin, remembered that he had imagined that at his wedding, the beauty stood beside her, her smile bathed in the rain of petals, and she raised her head and kissed him.

The beauty... His heart moved, and he stretched out his gloved hand to catch a red petal and rubbed it gently with his thumb. For a moment, he thought a lot. The petals faded in his palm, frowned, and withered, and finally looked brown. Van Rant, a man of Wading, frowned, and threw away the dead petal contemptuously, and continued to walk forward.

Van Rant, a Wading man, pushed open the door and walked forward into the throne hall that he was familiar with. He glanced at Sui Hongguo quickly and smiled at his father under his cloak. He leaned his sword in front of him and knelt on one knee, and the tip of the sword touched the stamp etched on the stone floor.

"Ah, my child. I'm so happy to see you go home safely." Sui Hongguo said as she shook her head and raised her body with some shaking.

Sui Hongguo looks badly healthy, Van Rant, a native of Wading, thought. What happened in recent months has made the king aged a lot. He has now added white hair and his eyes are exhausted.

But now everything will be fine.

You no longer have to sacrifice for your people. You no longer have to bear the heavy weight of this crown. I have handled everything well.

Van Rant, a man from Wading, stood up, and his armor sounded clanging with his movements. He raised one hand and lifted the hood covering his face, and looked at his father's reaction. Seeing the changes that had happened to his only son, Sui Hongguo widened his eyes.

Van Rant, a Vadin man, knew that his face was also pale and without any blood.

It's time. The sword whispered in my mind.

Van Rant, a Vatin, walked towards his father who was dumbfounded on the throne. There were several guards in the hall, but in front of him, the sword and the two followers, they were no match for them. Van Rant, a Vatin, striding across the carpeted steps and grabbed his father.

Van Rand, a Vatin man, raised his sword backwards and heard a sound, not from the sword, but from a memory of himself.

It was the voice of a black-haired prince, which sounded like something in his previous life... "He was assassinated. A trusted friend... she killed him. A sword pierced his heart..."

Van Rand, a Vadin man, shook his head, and the voice disappeared.

"What's going on? What are you doing, Wang'er?"

"Inheriting the Grand Principal...Father."

Then the sword's desire was satisfied - for the time being.

Van Rant, a Wading man, allowed his loyal and new subjects to move freely. After his father's death, killing the guards who rushed up was just a piece of cake. Now he ruthlessly returned to the courtyard outside. Listen to me, the shadow has come, and no matter what you do, it is irreversible... The more you are anxious to destroy your enemies, the faster you will send your people into their hands..."

"...This is not a withered apple tree, this is a city full of people!..."

"…We know too little, and we cannot slaughter them like animals just out of our own fear!"

"You lied to your men and betrayed the mercenaries who fought for you!

Bai Wudi. They all wanted to use words or expressions to tell him that he was wrong.

He slowed down in front of the farm. His servants had already reached one step, and now there were only corpses lying stiffly on the ground. Van Rant, a Wading man, recognized them as a man, a woman, and a young man of his age. He tried his best to suppress the grief in his heart, and it was also a blessing for them to be able to die just like this.

This year's snapdragon... looks like crazy. Van Rand, a Vadin man, walked up and stretched out a hand to touch the beautiful and tall blue-purple flower. Then, he remembered the rose petals and stopped hesitantly.

He didn't come to see the flowers.

The grass had covered it, but the tombstone was still clearly visible. In fact, even if he didn't look at it, he knew what was buried inside.

Whispering deep in his mind. This is the right path. Only this power, the power of the sword, can fight against powerful fear.

Bai Wudi was a victim of this terrible war, but if he was lucky, there would be no next one. Vandant, a Vadin man, stood up and walked towards the glittering weapon with his staggering steps. His trembling hands were slightly opened, and the blood of his friends was wet. He bent his fingers to hold the hilt of the sword, feeling the perfect feel, as if tailored for him.

Suddenly a cold came, spreading all over his trembling arms to his heart. The pain made him alert, and then suddenly got better. Everything was fine. The sword belonged to him, and he belonged to the sword. The sound of the sword whispered in his mind, murmured as if it was there all the time...

He let out a cheerful cry, holding up the sword, staring at it with surprise and extreme pride. He, Van Rand, the Wading man? Just like his thoughts, his heart, his breath, became part of him.

Van Rant, a Vadin man, rushed toward the camp with his men, hoping that the battle would not be at a disadvantage because of his lack.

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