"How's things going?" asked Emperor Gangxian.

"Everything went well. Hattrus said confidently.

"It's good if it goes well, you know? ”

"What!" Hattrus's eyes widened, and with a wave of his hand, the black-robed man who had been arguing with him retreated, and he ran to the door, and said impatiently to Emperor Gangxian, "Take me to land!"

"There's no hurry. Emperor Gangxian didn't move a single step, looked around, and said, "I don't think you still have a lot of room for continued development here?"

Strange to say, there are people standing on all sides of the wall, frozen in the rock wall, all expressionless, because they stand tall, as if they are examining the world, and people can't help but have a sense of their own humility.

"Do you know! My family has been developing these living dead here for generations, and I don't know how many of them I have brought in my generation! My father, my grandfather has been in this mine all his life! I don't know what the sun looks like, I will never die of old age in this mine, if you don't agree, I will start mining tomorrow, I believe that before I die, I will see the sun one day!" Hatrus was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, completely ignoring that it was the emperor of the Eternal Winter Kingdom in front of him.

"Are you a local?" Huang Ziyu suddenly asked this question, because the time is too long, except for the Wuma royal family, most of the Changxia people here have mixed blood with the Yongdong people. The answer to this question might have been a bit controversial a thousand years ago, but over time, the inhabitants of Neverwinter City have almost always been a mix of Long Summer and Eternal Winter.

Hatrus took a deep look at the prince in front of him, and said proudly: "I am an eternal winter, there is not a drop of long summer blood in my body, I am a native, an eternal winter!"

"Then you must remember how we defeated you a thousand years ago. Huang Ziyu's tone was flat, but full of threats.

Hattrus had bruises on his forehead, and his fists were so white that his knuckles were white. With the change of his mood, the most strange thing was that all the black-robed people who were originally busy stopped, and all their eyes were focused on Huang Ziyu's body, as if Huang Ziyu would be torn to pieces by the black-robed people who rushed up as soon as he made any abnormal move.

"Do you want to say that this time is different from the past?" Huang Ziyu spoke first: "You must know that for a long time, there has been an agreement between our two families, and your family can dig up the living dead here, and the harvest that can be obtained is that when you raise troops to attack Changxia in the future, you will have a kingdom of your own, and you will be the king there." Why can't the Yongdong people beat the Changxia people? Because the environment we are in is much better than yours, we are all tall and big, you look at yourself, you hide in this little cave all day long, you look like a mole!"

"No one would dare say I look like a mole. ”

"That's because except for the two of us, the Eternal Winter people don't know about your existence! Think about it, who unified the Eternal Winter people who were originally scattered? Your ancestors still have the right to speak, and now more than a thousand years have passed! More than a thousand years ago! You killed us here and took these living dead of yours out to rule the Eternal Winter, who supported you? Do you think you have more living dead? Or do you have more troops in our royal family?"

Emperor Gangxian watched his son play with great interest, nodding his head from time to time, expressing his appreciation for his son, Hatrus's expression was cloudy, and finally he sighed and said, "I just want to see what my family has been pursuing looks like." ”

"But not now. Huang Ziyu promised: "When you watch, what you should do now, you should be clear yourself." ”

The spells of the House of Hatrus, the witch horse royal family, have always been aware of it, and it has been kept a secret. The Broomstick Star is called the "Death Star" in Eternal Winter, and whenever the Death Star comes, it is the time when the living dead are resurrected, and this time should be the easiest time to expand their power, rather than spending time meaninglessly looking at the broom star that the Changxia people call unfortunate.

"I see. Hatrus said dejectedly. The black-robed people who originally focused their eyes on Huang Ziyu lowered their heads and began to busy their own affairs again.

"How many of your living dead can you resurrect in a day now?" asked Emperor Gangxian.

"It used to be three, but now that the Death Star has come, I can guarantee that at least ten can be resurrected in a day, and it is the most capable of fighting, more ferocious than any of them now. ”

"That's good. Huang Ziyu walked up to Hattrus and patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, this world is ours." ”

After Wang Ziyu finished speaking, he crossed Hatrus and walked straight to the exit. Emperor Gangxian gave Hattrus an affirmative look and quickly followed Huang Ziyu.

Returning to the secret passage, Emperor Gangxian looked at his son's back and asked, "You are an emperor who is even more clever than me." ”

"But I'm not interested. Huang Ziyu said: "Yongdong is yours, and what I want is Changxia." ”

"I don't want to stay in this hellish place, my joints will hurt if I stay for a long time. Emperor Gangxian pretended to rub his shoulders: "According to your temperament, when we return to Changxia, you should rush to the front line, right?"

"You can have an extra son, just in case, if I die, you have an heir. ”

"You're not going to die. "Emperor Gangxian has always been very confident in his son, because the prince was born colder than others, the battlefield is not as good as the political field, and there is still a chance to retreat from the political field, but the battlefield is different, as long as you eat a defeat, maybe people will not come back.

There is no need for more than affection on the battlefield, and this son of Emperor Gangxian is as indifferent as an iceberg. For him, soldiers are just pawns, and he is like a chess player, no matter how fierce the battle is on the battlefield, Wu Mayu always has his own way out. A person like him, even if there are ups and downs on the battlefield, he is just a chess player all the time, strategizing everything, even if he loses a piece on the battlefield, he will not interfere with the safety of the chess player.

"Father. Huang Ziyu looked ahead with blazing eyes, "This world is about to change, like a storm brewing, if we want to survive in the center of this storm, there must be too many people to die for us." ”

(End of this volume.) ）