I became the Great Old One

Winterfell.

In the hall, figures swayed and firelight flickered.

The banquet representing the celebration was in the middle of the process. At this moment, Passos suddenly stood up and walked to Hispania with a huge solid wooden cup in his hand.

"Great Queen, may I offer you a glass of wine?"

Passos said earnestly.

That's right.

In this ancient period, there was a fruit similar to grapes.

The wine that Paos mentioned was brewed from this fruit, with a slightly sour taste.

"Thank you for your generous gift."

Hispania said politely with a smile on his face.

She stretched out her hand, lifted the wine glass from the table, and raised her head to drink it down.

But at this time.

Uh-huh!

Sharp cold light suddenly burst out from Passos's wrist and flew towards Hispania's neck.

The heavy wine glass fell to the ground, and the turbid wine spilled all over the floor.

The sound was like a switch being pressed.

The atmosphere at the banquet changed instantly. The dragonborn who were drinking and enjoying the food together with Qi Qi suddenly turned against each other.

The weapons were placed on wooden shelves next door.

But for dragonborn, their strong bodies and sharp claws are natural sharp blades.

Even, for many dragonborn.

Fangs and claws are far more useful than weapons forged from steel and bronze.

"you!?"

When Hispania entered the city, he vaguely sensed something was wrong.

Passos was a vicious man, but he couldn't hide his ambition very well in front of Hispania, but Hispania never expected that this guy would dare to attack him.

Bang!

It's a pity.

Passos underestimated Hispania's strength.

He did not expect that after ruling for more than three hundred years, Hispania is still an excellent warrior to this day, just like her brother.

In the nick of time.

Hispania dodged the blade hidden in Pasos's wrist.

The sharp blade only left a shallow scratch on the queen's neck, and a little blood seeped out from the scales.

The Queen is still alive.

But her guards were not so lucky.

Eating a large amount after being too tired will cause blood to concentrate in the stomach. This leads to a decrease in the brain's reaction speed, not to mention the slight toxins mixed in those foods.

There are ten guards in total in the room.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of them collapsed in a pool of blood.

"Do you know what you are doing!?" Hazel roared angrily and kicked over the square table filled with food in front of him. The food was mixed with wine and spilled everywhere.

The guards who survived by chance gathered around the queen.

"I'm sorry, Queen..."

Passos stood in the crowd and looked at the queen without fear. He had completely broken his face and said with a smile: "Your brother died in that ice field three hundred years ago, and this thing This matter has nothing to do with us. We know that you are a wise king, and this matter cannot be hidden after all, so..."

Passos stared into Hispania's eyes.

I want to see anger, sadness, despair and other emotions in her pupils.

It's a pity.

He was disappointed. Hispania's expression was clear and indifferent, with a noble compassion.

"You will not receive my forgiveness, nor will you enter the kingdom of God again. The world will cast aside you, and your bad reputation will spread throughout the ages."

"History is always written by the victors."

Passos interrupted Hispania's words angrily.

Instead of irritating Hispania as he wished, he seemed a little hysterical.

He knows.

If you do this yourself, you are ultimately violating the teachings of the gods.

But does Passos regret it now? He had no regrets...he had nothing since he came to this city. You have to fight for what you want.

"Oh!"

Hispania looked at Passos's hysterical appearance and sneered disdainfully.

The long sword in his hand slowly unsheathed, "So, do you think you can defeat me just by relying on a bunch of people like you?"

"How will you know if you don't try."

Passos and others took out the weapons hidden in the house, and the sound of sharp blades being unsheathed was heard.

Fighting breaks out.

Space is limited in small houses.

The numbers of the two parties are also completely unequal. There are only five people in total on the Hispania side. But there are hundreds of people here in Pasos, and each of them is equipped with sophisticated weapons.

But the battle scene was quite anxious.

Hispania charged forward, the Granian sword in his hand just like its name.

Every swing can take away a dragonborn's life.

Passos became more and more frightened as he watched.

The battle lasted only more than ten minutes and came to an end.

Three people fell on Hispania's side, and only the guard named Hazel remained.

On the other side, Pasos's companions were also killed and injured, and blood flowed into rivers. Even one of Pasos's own arms was cut off by the sharp dragon-slaying knife.

The dragon-slaying sword was gently placed on Pasos' neck.

Hispania lowered his head and squinted: "Now, do you have any last words to say?"

"Are all the children of Adam monsters..." The severe pain caused Passos' muscles to spasm uncontrollably, and he heard his heart beating violently like a war drum.

Hispania in front of him and Dones who disappeared three hundred years ago, the two figures seemed to gradually overlap.

God, how unfair you are.

All the talents and treasures were given to the children of Adam, but they never favored the exiles in Winterfell.

Passos sighed.

At the same time, he cursed in his heart.

Why didn't those people ambushed by the Alby family take action now? Did they say that they were betrayed! ?

Those damned Grania families are really bad seeds that go to hell.

What they said is like farting.

Can't believe it at all!

Puff!

Just when Passos tried his best to beg for mercy and even reported the Alby family.

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh and blood suddenly came from in front of him.

Passos opened his eyes wide.

Seeing the scarlet burning blood staining the queen's waist and abdomen, a sharp dagger pierced through the queen's back, pierced through the soft internal organs, and pierced out from the abdomen.

"This!?"

Hispania felt weak all over, and felt that all the strength in his body flowed away with the blood.

"Heze..."

He looked at the guards behind him, and his indifferent expression finally showed an unbelievable look: "Why!?"

Heze didn't answer her, but in the next moment.

Boom!

The surrounding walls were pushed down from the outside at the same time, and fully armed assassins of the Anerbi family appeared in the dust.