I became the Great Old One

"It's so beautiful."

Donius personally put the crown on his sister's head, took two steps back, and said softly: "My sister, my king."

Hispania was completely stunned.

"I...this is not what I want..." She murmured. Under the huge shock, it was almost difficult to formulate a complete sentence.

"Don't doubt yourself, Hispania."

Donius sighed, "You are closer to the flames of the gods than anyone else, even our father, and you are smarter than anyone else."

"More than thirty years ago, when the evil god descended from the sky, you were the first to realize that something was wrong. Not long ago, you were also the first to risk your life to enter the poisoned city and awaken it. of our father’s consciousness.”

"If it weren't for you, I and many dragonborn might have died in the war."

Dones paused for a moment, then looked into his sister's eyes with burning eyes and said seriously: "You will become a qualified king."

"But if I become the king, what about you?"

Hispania asked rhetorically.

"I have already thought about my way back." Donius said: "I want to go to Winterland City, where I will guard the Great Wall and resist the monsters and evil corpses on the ice field to repay the sins I have committed in the past."

"I hope that in a thousand years, when I meet my father again in the kingdom of God's fire, I can hold my head high and my noble soul free from any impurities."

Hispania fell silent.

From the destruction of Shenqi City to the end of the offensive and defensive battle of Coster Fortress.

Less than a month before and after.

It's only a short month, which is nothing to a dragonborn who can live for a thousand years.

But in this short period of one month, his brother has undergone earth-shaking changes. He is still the same as before, but he has become more mature and steady, just like his father.

Hispania saw the steadfast light of a saint in Donez's pupils.

She knew she could no longer persuade her.

Hispania stretched out his hand, and finally lowered it weakly, saying softly: "I wish you good luck in martial arts, my favorite brother."

"I also wish you can bathe in the glory of the gods forever." Dones knelt on one knee and saluted: "My sister, my queen."

…

Donez left from the Fortress of Coster.

Heading alone to the cold winterland city in the north.

And not long after.

A grand celebration was held in Coster Fortress. Queen Hispania became the third generation king of the Dragonborn and the third generation high priest.

On that day.

Dragonborn came from different cities and across long mountains and rivers to celebrate the queen's accession to the throne.

Even, on that day, the Quetzalcoatl came in person.

This incident has also become a legend.

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Coster Fortress is in the south of the continent, while Winterfell is almost in the northernmost part of the continent.

There are thousands of kilometers between the two.

This is not an easy road. There are countless difficulties and obstacles in it. Even for a dragonborn, it is full of fatal dangers. If you are not careful, you may lose your life.

Donez, on the other hand, relied on his courage and superhuman physical fitness.

Kill all the monsters you encounter on the road.

In the end, after spending more than half a year, Dones finally arrived at his destination covered in dust.

What appeared in front of us was a huge city that looked like a sculpture of ice and snow. Walls more than 300 meters high rose from the ground like mountains, spreading outward to the end of the line of sight.

Coster City and Winterfell are two famous fortress cities among the Dragonborn tribe.

Donez had already seen the former half a year ago.

But the latter seems to be even more shocking when I see it for the first time.

Under the huge city, the city lord of Winterland City, an old dragonborn named Nidalen, seems to have received the news and is waiting under the city wall.

Nedalun was wearing a black linen robe, with ravines on his face. The most obvious thing was the black tattoo on his left cheek that symbolized sin. Because the City of Divine Enlightenment was destroyed, the Dragonborn's first code was stillborn.

Each city has different regulations and penalties.

But there is no doubt that the dragonborn is proud of the flame patterns on his body. Those tattoos that destroy the pattern are undoubtedly a huge humiliation for the dragonborn.

What's more, it's tattooed on the face.

Donius frowned secretly, and at the same time saw some ragged young dragonborns looking at him with evil intentions near the old city lord.

The six-month long journey made Donez feel exhausted.

He originally expected to receive hospitality and welcome when he arrived in the city, but things didn't seem to be what he imagined.

Just as Donius was looking at the city and the dragonborn in the city.

A black-robed and tattooed dragonborn named Nedalen slowly stepped forward. His tone was full of vicissitudes of life and said, "Dones, the eldest son of King Adam, you are indeed as tall and heroic as the legend says."

The average dragonborn is between ten and fifteen meters tall.

And Dones was nearly eighteen meters tall. Even the tallest dragonborn present could only reach Dones's chest.

Nidalen changed the subject and continued: "But, Dones. This city is a place of exile. It is not suitable for you. Leave here as soon as possible."

Nidalen persuaded.

Donius looked at some of the dragonborn around him, with a playful look in his eyes.

He shook his head: "The people in this city are no more dangerous than the monsters and aliens in the wilderness. I am here just to temper myself."

"well…"

Nidaren sighed deeply, seeing Dones looking so stubborn.

He stopped trying to persuade him and took Donez into the city.

A huge city, cold and desolate, with dilapidated and leaky houses scattered on both sides of the street. Huge skeletons and dinosaur carcasses were carelessly placed on the roadside.

Dones did not expect that such a majestic city would have such a dirty scene.

Suddenly he couldn't help but frown.

"This is your future residence..." Nidalun led Dones to a gathering area in the city. A huge bonfire was burning in the square, dispelling the coldness of the north.

What appeared in front of Donez was a simple stone house.

The adobe room was obviously designed according to the body shape of an ordinary dragonborn. It was not big. Dones estimated that he could not even straighten up in it.

Fortunately, the gaps between the stones are fairly tightly sealed, so the thermal insulation effect should be pretty good, and it's much cleaner than other surrounding rooms.

Dones said nothing and placed his weapons and the food he carried with him in the room.

"Tomorrow, I will take you to visit the city tomorrow. You can have a good rest here today."

Nidaren said to Dones.

The old dragonborn seemed to have other things to deal with. After a few brief explanations, he turned and left.

Watching the old city lord leave.

The surrounding dragonborn with ill intentions immediately surrounded him with sneers.

"What do you want to do?" Donez walked out of his room, holding an iron rod in his hand.

His original Grania long knife had been left to his sister. When he left the city of Coster, he just took away an iron rod.

Compared to weapons such as swords.

Although blunt instruments like iron rods are much less lethal, the advantage is that they are durable and will not be easily broken. On the contrary, they are more suitable for long distances.

"You are Dones, the son of King Adam, why are you here?" A dragonborn with a scar on his face guessed badly: "Let me see, you must have made a mistake and been exiled. "

"Adam is a cruel king, and his child is also a bad species." Another older dragonborn said numbly.

"I heard that your sister has become the queen of the dragonborn. Will she rely on her body to satisfy the greedy big city lords?" A dragonborn with a mouth full of fangs teased.

With the sound of his voice.

The dragonborn around him suddenly laughed.

Only Dones, who was surrounded by the prisoners in the center, looked increasingly ugly.

"That's enough!"

Donius said loudly: "You have never even seen Hispania, how do you know that she will not become an excellent king?"

"Whether she will become an excellent king or not is not important to us." The smile of the young dragonborn with shark-like sharp teeth gradually turned cold. His name is Passos, and he is the leader of a gang in this city. .

He continued: "More importantly, Dones, you are here, and we will return to you the pain your father inflicted on us."

Nidaren is right.

Winterfell is a city of exiles and a huge prison.

In various cities, only those dragonborn who have committed unforgivable sins will be exiled here.

Donis's father Adam reigned for more than a thousand years, and his dominance and prestige were unrivaled among all the dragonborn. Most of the dragonborn in this city were exiled by Adam.

They hated Adam.

Likewise, Dones, the child of Adam, was hated.

"That's it." Dones understood the relationship between them and laughed instead.

Looking at the dozens of dragon-born exiles surrounding him, Dones just held the long stick in his hand and walked forward with his head held high: "In that case, I am here, no matter if they come one by one, or Along the way, I won’t back down.”

"Arrogant!"

Pasos sneered, and with a wave of his hand, the surrounding dragonborn surrounded him at the same time.

A fierce battle broke out in the cold city.

Dones only had a long, rough metal stick in his hand. After traveling thousands of kilometers, he was already exhausted. But even so, Dones' strength was still unmatched.

He is like a tyrannosaurus walking in the pasture.

Vertically and horizontally, he is invincible.

In less than half an hour, nearly a hundred exiled dragonborns were all knocked to the ground by Dones.

In the end, when Dones stepped on Paso's chest and inserted the long bloody stick into Paso's mouth, there was only unconcealable fear in Paso's eyes.

"Get away!"

Donez releases Passos.

After a long time, Passos climbed up from the ground with difficulty. He hid his cold and resentful eyes in the shadows, waved his hand, and waved his companions to leave the gathering area.

Donez had no idea of ​​continuing to wander around the city.

Go back to your room.

Sitting cross-legged on the cold floor, he began to close his eyes and reflect on his past.

During the long journey of thousands of miles, even a dragon like Dones, who could fight one against a hundred, had encountered many life and death crises, and every time he survived such a crisis.

You will feel that your power is being further explored and released.

The flames on his body became even hotter.

Such changes made Dones realize that although the Dragonborn's flame was given by the gods and was innate, it was not static and could be continuously tempered, tapped, and strengthened through certain methods.

If this method could be summarized.

Well, no doubt about it.

All dragonborn will benefit from this.

After many days of thinking, Donez has gradually found some clues. The next step is to constantly try and verify to turn this idea into reality.

In the blink of an eye.

Night falls.

The sound of ancient horns came from the city walls.

Donius opened his eyes, walked out of the room, and saw many dragonborn starting to run towards the city wall.

"Is the enemy attacking?"

Dones didn't think too much, took his iron rod by his side, and followed the people around him to the city wall.

There are traces of the activities of an ancient god in the arctic ice fields.

A kind of alien called the White Skeleton Demon Spider lives and breeds in this ice field. Every time it is extremely dark or when they don’t have enough food, these monsters will invade the dragonborn’s pastures and even cities, bringing many of casualties.

Only then did Winterland City come into being.

The White Skeleton Demon Spider looks like a wolf spider enlarged countless times.

They are pale white and have eight spider legs like black spears. They are about fifteen meters in size. Most of the dragonborn are no match for these monsters in close combat.

Those sharp spider legs can easily penetrate the scales on the dragonborn's body.

This is not the first time Dones has seen the White Skeleton Demon Spider.

But this was the first time I saw such a large number of monsters, hundreds to thousands, densely gathered together, attacking towards the city wall like a sea wave.

The fierce fighting lasted all night.

One after another, the white-skeletal spiders were killed by Dones. He could no longer remember how long he had been fighting.

But in his hand, the iron rod that had accompanied him for thousands of miles had been bent during this war.

Dones had to cut off two spider legs from the enemy and use them as spears.

In this way, the fierce battle continued until dawn.

Dones was injured all over and exhausted, but he managed to defend the city wall. The remaining demon spiders slowly retreated towards the depths of the ice field, leaving behind pieces of corpses.

Dones stood on the city wall, breathing heavily.

But at this moment.

A huge force suddenly came from behind Donius.

Donius fell from the city wall under control.

His face was filled with disbelief, and he twisted his body in mid-air. The last thing he saw in his eyes was the silent smile of Passos on the city wall.