The old goat was slightly startled, then suddenly realized, and slapped his thigh: "Tsk, tsk, maybe it's been called the 'Land of Flowers and Fruits' for almost a hundred years, and I almost forgot that the former Faroland was a kingdom of iron and blood."
The former Kingdom of Falorland was famous for its military strength, with iron and blood as its program and creed, and was extremely aggressive. It once frightened neighboring countries such as Cassevia and the Principality of Ron.
However, over the years, especially in recent decades, the social atmosphere has gradually become more open, and people are more advocating for timely enjoyment and indulgence in life, and Faroran has gradually become harmless to humans and animals.
However, the older generation, especially the older generation of extraordinary people, are still bloody and stubborn.
For example, Omar is 98 years old. As a strong man at the beginning of the fourth level, his life has only passed halfway.
"Your father seems to have been a member of the Fire Dragon Knights, right?" The old goat looked at Omar with a resolute face and asked.
A flash of nostalgia flashed in Omar's eyes, his cold expression melted a little, and a warm smile appeared on his face.
He remembered that decades ago, when he was a passionate young man, he was under the loquat tree in a small courtyard in the countryside.
The tender sunset cast its light, and the mottled tree shadows were reflected on the old moss-covered wall. He asked his father:
"Father, why did you choose to disband and return home? Don't you still want to expand territory for the kingdom?"
The young Omar's eyes were clear and he looked puzzledly at his father who was sitting on the bluestone steps and watching the sunset.
Although many neighbors have been ridiculing him recently, in his opinion, his father is still a hero and a good man from Farrowland.
After touching his son's head, his father's thick eyebrows moved and he sighed: "Son, in the history books, people always praise those monarchs who were talented and capable of opening up territories.
But if you live in the same era as the hero, when the war lasts for a long time and the economy becomes depressed, people will naturally feel dissatisfied.
After all, for ordinary people, their own stable life is the most important, building a great empire and making outstanding achievements, these are too far away from people..."
Young Omar's face turned red: "So, they call you a war fanatic and an executioner?
When the Kingdom's army achieved a great victory, they were all full of praise and said that you are the great hero of the Kingdom, but now when they lose, they immediately turn around and blame you?"
The sun dragged its purple robe down from the distant mountains, and the rustling of leaves echoed in my ears.
Omar's father laughed dumbly and faced the sky: "If you fail, someone will naturally take the blame.
Moreover, as their hero and my enemy, to the people of other countries, I am truly the executioner.
My child, one day you will know that justice also depends on one's stance."
The look in young Omar's eyes dimmed slightly, he lowered his head and remained silent, subconsciously clenching his fists.
When my father saw this, he was somewhat pleased: "A hundred years from now, there will be endless wars, but the enemy will no longer be human beings. That's fine. I'm tired of watching the drama of human beings killing each other.
But I won’t live until that time. Your qualifications are better than mine. If you break through to the fourth level, you may be able to catch up."
"Who is the enemy?"
"The Devil's Spawn!"
The noise not far away still echoed in the night sky, and Omar, who was no longer a boy, came back to his senses.
He asked the old goat loudly: "Master Nicholas, are you willing to break your body to pieces for the sake of the kingdom and the people, no matter what?"
His tone was full of the blood of a warrior and his love for the country.
The old goat's expression became serious and upright: "Of course, as a good man of Faluolan and the future saint of Tiantu, how can I allow a group of demons to harm the people of the kingdom..."
He was chattering, his voice was impassioned, and his spit was flying, and he talked for three full minutes.
Finally, after finishing talking nonsense, the old goat spread his hands: "Of course, I don't want to!"
His cheeks twitched, and Omar looked constipated: "You are so upright!"
"Thank you for the compliment." The old goat said without blushing and without a beating heart.
For some reason, Omar was not angry, but sighed: "Then are you willing to do what you can?"
"no problem!"
The old goat said bluntly: "Let me go through fire and water for the kingdom. I'm sorry, but I can't do it. I'm not that noble."
But it’s still okay to do your part.”
As for the old goat, if the other party asked him to perform a near-death mission in the name of Farrowland, he would refuse without hesitation.
But if the risk is not high, he doesn't mind helping his country.
Omar nodded: "That's enough. When Your Majesty is ready, let us start the first battle of the Sixth Age!"
"About when?" the old goat asked subconsciously.
Omar said solemnly: "At least one year later, neither side is ready now."
"That's good, I can still have sex for another year." The old goat said with a smile, this girl from the plain is really hot.
Naturally, a war is not fought at the drop of a hat. The demons are preparing to awaken more powerful people, and Faloran needs time to summon those ruthless people from back then.
Omar's father did not break through to the fourth level and was already dead.
However, the Fire Dragon Knights, as an extraordinary armed force cultivated by the entire country of Faloran, are among the top ten powerful knights in the entire Saigon continent.
There are many geniuses among them, many strong ones, and naturally some people are still alive.
After the Fire Dragon Knights were forced to disband, some people still worked for other institutions in the kingdom, such as Karl Mordred, who is currently the director of the 7th Bureau.
However, there are also people who are disheartened and choose to retire. It will naturally take a lot of time to find those strong men scattered throughout the kingdom...
At this moment, Marcello's residence, the small two-story bungalow on Green Street.
"Bang!"
The leader of the Nitian Gang, Issam, punched the table. The tabletop buzzed and trembled. His eyes were spitting fire: "Son of a bitch, Ugo, where are the six big boxes that were promised? Where are the gold coins and treasures that were promised?
Damn it, I searched the whole house and found 40 gold coins!"
Roy, the leader of the Fried Chicken Gang, looked pale. He was thrown a javelin by Marcelo, and his shoulder was still tied with a blood-stained bandage.
He had a gloomy look on his face: "We were fooled. We didn't have a big box at all. We worked as thugs for nothing and almost lost our lives!"
The nine third-level masters in the room were all silent. After a while, someone said viciously: "Where is Shige? He planned this, right? Doesn't he need to give an explanation?"
The fat man nicknamed Black Fox trembled on his face and narrowed his narrow eyes: "I saw there was nothing good in it, so I ran away long ago.
Ghost Hand's ring was also taken away by Zoro, do you dare to snatch it?"
Everyone remained silent, their hearts itching with hatred, but there was nothing they could do.
The black fox shrugged helplessly, so what if he was tricked, Sigg was obviously in cahoots with Zorro, and they couldn't do anything to him.
He picked up the 40 gold coins with his fat hands and said, "Divide them among themselves. No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat.
Come on, 4 gold coins per person will be used as errand fees."
They returned almost empty-handed, but the second floor of the Rose Bar on the other side was extremely lively.
The hall was brightly lit, the long banquet table was filled with wine and pastries, and the Ax Gang was celebrating.
Wen Xi smiled broadly, and his eldest brother was dividing the spoils with Zolo Lane and the others in the private room on the third floor.
After this incident, the Ax Gang's reputation has been greatly shaken, and it is entirely possible to replace the former Skeleton Gang.
Wen Xi excitedly picked up a glass of red wine and shouted to nearly twenty brothers:
"Everyone, let's eat and drink to your heart's content. Boss Xig will pay for everything tonight!"
