I draw a card first

Chapter 77 The Secret History of the Royal City
With the passage of time, only a handful of people used to know the news that should have been top secret, and it was gradually unsealed by time.

Some rumors began to spread quietly among countless dignitaries
—Your Majesty, it seems that you are seriously ill again.

And this time it was extraordinarily serious!

At this moment when the struggle between the three princes became more intense, the entire royal city seemed to be covered with an indelible haze.

The movement among the nobles became more and more frequent.

The conflicts between the forces belonging to the three princes' camps became more and more intense. Even the noble lords near the royal city quietly raised the security level of their territories.

Soon, with these movements in the dark, even ordinary people in the royal city began to notice something strange.

Inexplicably depressed streets, increasingly rare commodities, abruptly closed shops, and the guards of the royal city who suddenly started patrolling at unknown times, and became more and more strict with each passing day.
All this shows that a storm is coming!
The undercurrent in the royal city is surging, and at this moment, in the peaceful and even quiet palace, an old man wearing a crown, thin like a skeleton, is lying on a bed made of life crystals, which can be called treasures in the world, and built of natural wood. bed.

With a hoarse voice, he asked another old man who was dressed similarly to a priest's costume but was more luxurious:
"Dear Granta, am I really hopeless?"

Granta, this is a name that is frequently repeated among young people today. It is resounded in the world because of the name of the pope in the contemporary Temple of War, and it is believed to bring good luck.

And under such a situation, the identity of the old man named "Granta" in the royal palace and dressed up is ready to be revealed.

This is a big man who truly controls countless lives and deaths!

It is guessed that it is most likely the noble existence of the legendary powerhouse hidden in the kingdom!

It is a pity that the face of this honorable pope is not as majestic or kind as ordinary people imagined, but is full of helplessness and sadness.

He moved his lips, and finally let out a long sigh.

"Ducalan, my dear friend, how much I hope you can get well! But the fact is that your time is really running out."

"Really? This day has finally come."

King Dukalan twitched the corner of his mouth.

He seemed to want to laugh, but found that he could no longer make such a move.

Because the face is still under his control, it seems that there are really not many.
He can't even feel the existence of his body gradually.
Tough to look around at the luxurious decor.

The paintings of legendary masters hundreds of years ago above his head, and the priceless works of art around him, these seem to be completely unable to occupy any corner in his mind.

The memories that emerged from his mind were like icebergs floating in the sea.

It shows a corner, and then disappears quickly.
But the final frame was the scene of three young men dressed as adventurers, with dirt all over their bodies, smiling and embracing each other
These three people are actually Dukalan when he was young, and Granta when he was also young.

And, the woman he loves the most.
The queen that everyone knows, the late one—Melissa!

In the blink of an eye, that all seems to have happened more than 20 years ago.
At that time, he had just been promoted to a mid-level fighter, the only prince in the kingdom at that time, with a longing for the outside world and youthful rebellion, he managed to get rid of the guards.

After that, he disguised himself as an ordinary adventurer and met Melissa, a junior mage who had just graduated from the teacher at that time.

And because of confusion, he went to the wrong place to go to the junior war god priest on the village temple road, Ge Langta, who he was about to be in charge of.

The three met each other because of some ironic coincidences, and finally decided to take risks together.

It was really a period. Every time I recall it, I feel extremely beautiful!

In fact, if you think about it now, as the only heir to the royal family, how could you really escape the protection of the guards?
And the wonderful adventure is entirely because the dark powerhouses have wiped out all possible dangers.

Even in retrospect, it seems that these guys even changed the beds for him every time he went to the hotel
However, these exposed details obviously did not delay the nostalgia for this youthful period of the king who was about to die.

And as the memory flips through, a certain figure who can only be said to be pretty, but in the eyes of the beloved more than all other beauties, appears more and more frequently.
Suddenly, an unspeakable pain made King Dukalan gasp suddenly!
He struggled to say "Melissa", the name of the love of his life.

But that feeling is not like nostalgia for the lost lover at all, but mixed with an indescribable emotion
Even an uncontrollable hatred? !
Seeing this scene, Granta fell silent for a moment.

He sighed, all kinds of complex emotions intertwined and changed on his tired face... But soon, his eyes suddenly became firm, as if he had finally made up his mind on something.

"Hope, that's right..."

Slowly stretched out his left hand, revealing a deep, ugly and fresh scar that should never have appeared on his noble and powerful Pope.
He lowered his proud head, pious and humble.

"Great Lord of War, King of God of War, I hope you pay attention to your most loyal servant, I am willing to sacrifice myself in exchange for your great power!"

It wasn't a spell, it sounded like a simple prayer, and even pleading words came out of the pope's mouth little by little.

Afterwards, Pope Granta took a deep breath, and took out a strange, even completely unreasonable dagger from his portable artifact—the Ring of War.

Because on this dagger twisted like a snake, the fist emblem of the god of war Rogetas is engraved, and the power on the emblem shines brightly.

At the same time, half of the dagger is actually engraved with the bone scythe that was originally supposed to be exclusive to the gods of death!

The terrifying breath of death lingers, making anyone watching can't help but tremble!
It was such a dagger that was so weird that it was enough to drive most theologians crazy that the Pope, God of War, held it in his hand, and then suddenly cut it off at the arm of his left hand!
Accompanied by a terrifying inexplicable wail, and Granta's body could not help but tremble due to pain...

Something inexplicable seems to be drawn away by this strange double emblem dagger
New wrinkles gradually appeared on Pope Grandet's already old face, and his skin became paler, like a corpse about to rot!
"call!"

Forcefully pulled out the dagger from the new wound that was not bleeding at all, but there was no sign of healing at all.

This old man who should have mastered the earth-shattering, even the most powerful divine power in the world, was so weak that it seemed that it became very difficult for him to even stand.

He shook his body.

Then, with a trembling hand, he gently placed the tip of the dagger on King Dukaran, who had begun to lose his voice. It was unclear whether he was sleeping or about to die completely.

Granta's cloudy eyes suddenly erupted with a terrifying, even terrifying light!

"Let me help you one last time!"

Afterwards, constantly changing and struggling, the twisted dagger that looked like a living creature suddenly stabbed down, bringing up the sky full of dark blue!
(End of this chapter)