The Oese Green, the second longest river in the Roman world and the second largest in terms of water flow, is a symbol that crosses the east and west ends of the continent and divides the olive-shaped Roman continent into two semi-elliptical blocks, one large and one small. The birthplace of civilization and the mother river, it is also the most powerful force on the continent, and the greatest reliance on the prosperity of the Lordship of Oster.
In late spring and early autumn, hundreds of millions of plants survive the cold winter and begin to bear fruit after all their green leaves. The berry orchards along a thin tributary of the western Oslund River begin the most gratifying harvest season of the year.
On a clear day, under the dazzling sunshine, among several purple berry trees that were as thick as the arms of two or three Romans and no taller than a person, there was a tall and thin man wearing a pure white linen robe with a beard that reached a foot long. The old man picked up the plump berries that fell to the ground, with a satisfied smile on his face.
Behind him, a burly middle-aged man with a majestic and solemn temperament wearing a soft, lightweight animal skin half-armor and a gorgeous cloak in black and red colors rubbed the hair in his hands with an anxious expression. On the animal skin letterhead, he said angrily: "Dios, Hollentthe five dukes in the northern continent still only agreed to send 70% of their troops to join the coalition.
¡°I am simply ashamed to be called a Roman aristocrat along with these stupid, incompetent, and shallow idiots.
Do they think that after the evil god defeated the coalition of Roman Continent lords, he would still let their territory go? "
"Calm down, Odog, calm down," he straightened up and put a purple berry rich in fructose and juice into his mouth. The old man in white robe turned around and looked at the burly middle-aged man. Shaking his head, he said: ¡°Anger has no use except making you lose judgment.
No matter how strong the anger in your chest is, it cannot burn to death even the weakest believer of the alien god. "
"Yes. Father, you are right. I need to calm down," under the old man's seemingly gentle gaze that actually contained a huge intimidation, the middle-aged man took a deep breath, gradually calmed down, and whispered. : "Even if those cowardly 'Clown Lords' of the Northern Continent are unreliable, there are other ways to defeat the evil god."
"The way to defeat the evil god" The old man in white robe looked at the eldest son whose eyes became confident and bright again, with a strange expression on his face and spit out the core in his mouth. He said in a slow tone: "Besides war, what new method do you plan to use to defeat the powerful god who came from another world and set foot on the land of Roman to spread his faith, Odog?"
Secretly surprised in his heart, his father, who was famous for his strategy, always respected the evil god from another world. Odog hesitated for a moment and said: "The power of that god from another world may be very powerful, but no matter how powerful a simple god is, , it is impossible to defeat billions of Romans and conquer our 'world'.
As long as the soil for spreading his faith is wiped out. Of course we can defeat it.
The nobles and warriors who rule the Roman world have adhered to the tradition and laws of not worshiping idols for thousands of years, even though the gods from other worlds used conspiracies and tricks to occupy nearly one-third of the Roman continent and attracted hundreds of millions of believers. The lords and warriors who converted to him were still few and far between.
¡°His army was made up of former slaves and civilians¡¡±
"Odog, this is the scariest thing about him!" The old man in white robe suddenly couldn't help but interrupted his son's words, with an extremely sad look on his face for a fleeting moment, and he almost groaned.
"Father, what did you say, father?" He had never seen his father, who was always calm and composed, show such a weak and helpless expression and tone. The burly middle-aged man couldn't believe it, rubbed his eyes and asked in a voice.
"It's nothing, Odog. Just keep talking." The old man in white robe regained his calm demeanor and turned around to continue picking up berries on the ground. While saying.
Odog realized that the look of weakness and pain he saw on his father's face just now was all his illusion, and he laughed at himself. He shook his head vigorously and said, "Father, I'm really tired these days, it's time for me to have a good sleep.
That¡¯s right, I think since the way gods from other worlds confuse believers in Roman is to pretend to be lords and deceive slaves and civilians, then as long as his true identity is exposed to slaves and civilians, it will cut off the source of his belief. In this way, It is not impossible to defeat him. "
"It's too late, Odog," the old man in white robe was silent for a long time, bent down and whispered: "If he had just set foot on the land of 'Roman', no, if he appeared mysteriously in another world, bordering our world If you keep a vigilant attitude, then it¡¯s not too late, but it's too late now.
This is a punishment for our arrogance, Odog. Our ancestors wiped out other ethnic groups, unified the entire 'world', and named the continent and world under their feet after themselves. Such great achievements made their descendants arrogant. And conceited.
Legend has it that as early as a year ago, the southern tip of the continent was invaded by aliens who drove huge luminous ships that could sail in the sky. But after defeating those invaders, no one took this matter to heart anymore. We are too You are arrogant and conceited, Odog, you are too arrogant and conceited" As he talked, he became incoherent.
"Father, father, the situation, is the situation really so bad that it is irretrievable?" Odog, who has had almost blind worship and respect for his father since childhood, saw the old man's gaffe, and his confident face lit up. Change, asked in horror.
"Even if it is lit by the gods themselves, the spark can be extinguished," the old man said in a low voice through clenched teeth: "But now the flames have burned across half of the continent, and the new dignitaries born from slaves and common people have become adults. Thousands of them, with their example, we are now sitting on the crater of a volcano.
It¡¯s just a joke to talk about cutting off the source of faith spread by gods from other worlds.
However, it is just a daydream for us, the noble lords who rule the vast continent of the Roman world and hundreds of millions of people, to give up our noble status and rights passed down from generation to generation without any resistance. Even if it is a desperate situation, if we fight with all our strength , it¡¯s hard to say what the outcome will be¡¡±
¡°That¡¯s right, father, by gathering the military power of all the nobles in the Roman Continent, we may not lose.
By the way, we can also ask for help from other continental lords. The invasion of faith by alien gods is a huge threat to all Roman rulers.
Our father who will win will definitely win. "Hearing his father's decisive words, Odog regained his courage and spoke loudly. Unexpectedly, the old man in white robe changed his tone and said again: "But Odog, my dear son, the warrior of the noble Lord Roman. Honor and glory are important.
But when the situation is really irreversible, as a descendant of the Auster family, the survival of the family is more important, do you understand? "
"But father, if we lose our honor and martial arts, will the Auster family still be the Auster family?" His whole body froze, and he remained silent like a puppet for a long time. The burly middle-aged man expressed his dry voice to his father's decision for the first time in his life. Questions were raised.
The old man in white robe straightened up, took a bite of the fruit in his hand, looked at his eldest son with calm eyes and whispered slowly: "Odog, when did our Oster family become famous for our martial arts and honor?
If you ask me, one thousand two hundred years ago, during the ¡®Great Cataclysm¡¯, our ancestor ¡®Viscount Sharp Sword¡¯;
Eight hundred and fifty years ago, during the ¡®Avenger Rebellion¡¯ that swept the entire continent, another ancestor of the Auster family, ¡®Marquis Ironhammer¡¯, asked his father the same question;
"Three hundred years ago, when drought struck the mainland, the 'Duke of Disaster'"
"I understand, father." After understanding the implicit meaning of the old man's words, Odog took a deep breath of the sweet smell of the orchard and nodded with difficulty, "The Oster family has always been different from other Roman lords. Compared with their false reputation,' Reality' is more important to us.
And this is also the biggest reason why the Oster family has come in thousands to watch the destruction of countless powerful neighbors with illustrious martial arts, while they themselves have expanded from a small viscounty territory to a royal territory. "
"If you understand this, you are already a qualified majesty, Odog." The old man in white robe showed a very pleased smile, carefully holding the picked berries with both hands and said: "Do what you should do, I Enough fruits have been picked up and it¡¯s time to plant them.¡±
"Yes, father." Odog faced his father, bowed deeply like a minister facing a monarch, turned around and strode outside the berry forest.
As he gradually moved away from the old man in white robe, his posture and steps became more and more steady and full of courage. When he walked out of the orchard, his whole body was already filled with a kind of majesty and momentum that had been in a high position for a long time and was authoritative.
Outside the orchard, thousands of heavily armored Roman warriors riding beasts with bodies that looked like extinct tyrannosaurs on earth, but with a sharp horn on their head, fangs exposed, and a ferocious aura, were originally in the procession. They chatted and laughed with each other casually. When they saw Odog's heroic figure coming into view, they immediately stopped talking and formed a neat queue in two or three breaths with solemn expressions.
After that, the leader of this group of extremely capable Tyrannosaurus cavalry jumped off the beast, strode to Odog's side, bowed respectfully and said: "King."
"Asom, pass my order, King Oster's territory is recruiting,Set up camp on the Osgreen River and wait for the response from the mainland noble coalition. "Looking sideways at the loyal commander of the guards on his left, King Oster gave a decisive and concise order, and jumped on the unicorn brought by his personal guard, which was a full circle larger than the ordinary riding beast. Tyrannosaurus, running straight towards the mighty river in the distance (To be continued)