A foreigner's journey

Listening to Greg's cries, Heather couldn't bear it.

This guy is too incompetent, not only himself, but also the troops under his command.

A troop that can use steel crossbows, fire ballistas, and cavalry can't even take down a rune bear. Is there any way to stop this?

But it makes sense when you think about it. After all, the level of combat power in this world is huge, and the strong can really crush the weak. With the strength gap between the Rune Bears and the soldiers of the Grik Army, this is no longer a gap that ordinary [number] can make up.

There would be some hope if those knights who had lost their hometown were willing to obey Greg's orders, but most of these powerful knights did not listen to Greg's orders. They just indulged in the sadness of losing their hometown and wandered around Stonewell City.

Looking at it this way, Greg is simply a younger brother. Although he occupies Stonewell City, he is so weak that no one dares to fight him. No wonder his uncle, the King of Omen, has to send a clone to protect him to prevent him from appearing out of nowhere. The faded ones have come.

"Wait a minute, that's not right. I saw the rune bear's head carving in the castle of Stonewell City before. Where did that thing come from?"

Heather suddenly remembered that she saw the Rune Bear head hanging on the top of the wall in the lobby on the second floor of Stonewell City:

"Why don't you use that one?"

"What's the use of the bear's head? Besides, it was something left by the Storm King when he ruled Stonewell City. I couldn't take it back when I got it."

Greg huddled on the ground, covering his arms, and said timidly:

"What I want to receive is a human body. In this way, I will not be regarded as a monster by my people, and I can still maintain the nobility of the king."

Heather curled her lips and touched his mountain demon's leg with her toes: "Do mountain demons count as humans?"

"The mountain monster is the descendant of a giant, and it can be considered a humanoid!" Greg tried to argue: "In order to join the mountain monster, do you know how much sacrifice I made? Not only cut off the limbs, but also the lower body..."

"Okay, okay, that's enough."

Heather quickly shouted stop:

"But I see that you're pretty good at picking up dragons. Don't you only pick up humanoids? And where did this dragon come from? Even if it's a flying dragon larvae, it won't be easier to deal with than a rune bear."

Greg's face was complicated: "Well, that was picked up by my soldiers near the border of Nimgefu. It has been dead for many days and was killed by someone unknown. It has only been a day since I got it. During this time, I have been hesitating whether to deviate from my insistence on only receiving humanoid limbs, but the power of the dragon is too tempting, and I can't refuse it."

"Wake up, Your Majesty, this is a flying dragon cub. Whose flying dragon has such a small head?" Heather said with hatred, and then became a little curious: "Anyway, you are already broken now, what if I let you Choose, what creature do you want to take limbs from?"

It seemed that the topic that Greg was interested in was brought up. He sat up and said excitedly, covering his shoulders: "I, I have always wanted to take the limbs of the giant fingerworm, the ones from Lienia of the Lake..."

"Your Majesty! Think again!"

Heather showed the exclusive expression of 'Hao Jian': "Every hasty decision you make will damage your image in the eyes of the people! What is that giant fingerworm? Is it worthy?"

"You, you mean?" Greg was confused by Heather.

“Can we take a longer-term view?

The pair of troll arms were removed, and the right arm was replaced by a rune bear. The left arm was connected with a giant lobster head. Four shaped stones were installed on the shoulders and under the ribs. The lower body was replaced by a flame chariot. Two kidnapping girl dolls were installed next to the body. It has steel wheels, two pairs of flying dragon wings behind it, and finally a big tail with a series of corrupted relatives, the kind that can puff out insect silk.

Don't talk about rune bears then. King Omen will call you uncle when he sees you. Valkyrie can't even kiss the instep of your feet because she can only kiss the wheel. When General Broken Star looks back in the future, he will lament that he shouldn't have touched gold in the first place. The bearded tiger of the family.

Rhea Lucalia has returned to the throne, the ancient dragon clan is trembling, and the arrival of the great Golden Grek in his loyal royal city of Rodel is just around the corner.

Who else can resist then? Let me ask you, who in the world can resist the mouth and teeth? "

Greg was so tempted by the pie painted by Heather that his eyes were a little wandering.

As a limb-repairing maniac, his psychology has long been abnormal, and he has an extremely paranoid pursuit of the limbs of powerful creatures. What would it feel like if the biological limbs that he usually only dared to hide in the house and secretly fantasize about could be installed on his body... Greg couldn't help but raise the back of his hand and rub the corner of his mouth.

But this touched the wound on his arm, and the pain brought Greg back to the cruel and cold reality.

He has been defeated miserably, the great rune he received from his ancestors will be taken away at any time, and his life is about to be extinguished, so what can he talk about about the future?

"I know my time has come. You, you, don't tease me anymore. Give me a good time."

Greg felt himself getting weaker and weaker. Even with the support of the big rune, he could not stop the cold caused by the loss of blood. He just didn't know where the demigod's soul would go after his death. Am I still considered a demigod?

In a daze, Greg seemed to see a warm golden light enveloping him.

Ah, the great golden light, the brilliant light of the golden tree in the past appeared before his eyes again, as if that cold black knife night had never appeared, the rule of the Golden Family was still as solid as a rock, and the eternal queen Marika sat on the throne and spread her supreme love and grace to every corner of the border.

The golden light gradually dissipated, and Greg struggled desperately to retain the warm light, just like retaining his most beautiful dream.

The hand he stretched out grabbed nothing.

At this time, Greg was surprised to find that he didn't hurt anymore, the fracture of his shoulder had healed, and the wounds left by the past battles had all recovered, and his condition became better than ever before.

What on earth is this... He raised his head and happened to see Heather's flawless face that seemed like a god, which reminded him of his father, the most perfect golden prince Godwin.

Like, too much like, it was like his father's reincarnation.

Greg's lips trembled, and before he could speak, he froze in shock, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Because he saw a familiar figure behind Heather, half human, half wolf! Could it be Lord Malicus!

After a closer look, he found that there was a big difference between Thunder Wolf Dragon and Malicus, but half human, half wolf had a very important meaning in the border area, especially for werewolves following the top strongmen, which meant the designation of the two fingers.

Could it be that the person in front of him was also a god-man chosen by the two fingers, just like the Eternal Queen Marika and the Moon Princess Lani?

At this time, Heather leaned over to look at Greg with a smile and asked:

"So, do you want to ascend the throne?"