"Gilgamesh?"

Green's head buzzed, and his tone intensified.

"-Misri? Gilgamesh? ”

If it weren't for his quick sober reaction, he would have almost blurted out the "Chaos Lord".

The blonde-haired and black-eyed man with two swords heard Green repeat his name, and a surprised expression appeared on his face, "You know me?" ”

Just a moment of thought, Green intends to hide his identity. He shook his head, a smile on his face, "No, but in my hometown, 'Gilgamesh' means King of Heroes. ”

Misri looked into his eyes and looked at Green with a wrecked look before he suddenly grinned, "...... Looks like I still need a lot more effort. With that, he collapsed and pulled down, took a few breaths, and crawled over to Green's side and sat side by side with him.

The young duke, who was holding his breath, finally relieved himself. But then, he began to get excited again.

The person he saved on the spur of the moment was called "Misri?" Gilgamesh" - if it were elsewhere, there might be a possibility of the same name, but since he is in the memory of the son of the previous soldier, then there is no doubt that this "Misri" is obviously the original son of the armor, the only conquering king of the world of Gonodia, the Lord of Chaos Misri!

Luna is on top, this is the ancestor of the Son of Uniform!

As soon as he thought of this, Green secretly glanced at the bloodied man next to him, and almost couldn't help but bow his head. As early as in the game of following miracles, Green admired this great king who pacified the world and ended the era of gods dominating the world, at that time he didn't know that there was such a thing as a son of a military uniform, but he just felt that in that era of gold and silver, it was not easy to have the courage to fight against them, and declare war on the gods on high? If I lived in that era, I am afraid I would not even dare to think about it.

But Misri didn't just do it. And he did it extremely thoroughly, not only killing nearly half of the kings of the Golden Dome, sealing and expelling a few, but also gaining the approval of the gods of the other good camps, and being revered as kings by them. If it weren't for the fact that he broke the iron laws of the gods, freed the bronze creatures, and banished most of the gold and silver creatures to the other world after the war. Where will there be the free and easy life of the Bronze Remnants and the Black Iron Descendants? Although the first ten years of Misri's tenure were very different in the history that Green knew, his great achievements are a significant part of history that cannot be erased in any way.

It's just that......

Green glanced at the "Chaos Lord" beside him again, although he believed in his heart that he was the Misri, but he was too young to look like the invincible overlord of the world in the future.

"Are you interested in me being so wolfy?" Misri noticed Green's gaze. Looking up at him, "So, are you just as interested in my previous mention?" ”

Green hesitated, but didn't immediately agree.

He had some things he wanted to know and some information to convey to Misri.

"I have something to tell you before I give you a response." Green said, pulling a gold coin from his belt bag. Hand it to Misri, "Acquaintance?" ”

The gold coin was the most valuable gold coin used in the world. Of course Misri didn't know him. He looked at it and shook his head suspiciously.

"I'm not from this world." Green took the gold coin from Misri and put it in his fanny pack, "I live in another dimension. ”

"A traveler from another dimension?" Misri raised an eyebrow.

Green was overjoyed, this is what you said, I didn't lie to you.

"Not a traveler. It's just adventurous. Green coughed lightly, humbled for a moment, and continued: "When I passed through the portal, I encountered a little danger, and I didn't have time to set an anchor point, so I randomly teleported to this wood. ”

"Anchor?" Misri asked, confused.

Green was stunned. I immediately remembered that there were no concepts or theories related to magic now, and this knowledge was not popular throughout the continent until the end of the Middle Ages, when the first generation of magician Emperor Endimion, who established the Demon Capital, compiled the "Book of Etherbal Magic".

At that time, the Chaos Lords had been dead for nearly a thousand years.

"It's a signal to the portal target, the way it says it's my world." Green casually explained the meaning of the anchor point, and covered up the topic, "We met in the water, and I don't know how long I will stay here, even if this is the case, do you want me to be your companion?" ”

Misri smiled, "In this way, the meeting between you and me is a precious fate. With that, he once again extended his right hand to Green.

The young duke glanced at Misri's right hand, which had been slashed by the sword of the King's Choice, and the wound was still bleeding.

"In that case, it's mine to be overly prevaricated."

Green also stretched out his right hand, and clenched it tightly with him, despite the fact that Mithri's hand was covered in blood.

"Please advise, Misri."

The future Chaos Lord's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed by Green's response.

"Fellowship with you, this honor belongs to me."

Green sighed in his heart, Misri's modesty, and trust in people from another world who he met for the first time, as well as that kind of vague thirst for talent, although it seems to be a young man's low profile, but it is undoubtedly the key to his future, this kind of bearing, definitely not just anyone can achieve. Looking at Mithri's age, he is probably in his early twenties, which is still many years behind the fact that he faced the kings of the Golden Dome and walked to his own peak in history, but maybe he is still very immature now, and he may not be as good as the king of a certain country in this era, but the prototype of the king of the world has already appeared in him.

Tsk, I always think that the misli in my eyes should be full of golden light.

Green silently spit out, there is no doubt about the current situation, he was finally chosen by the memory of the first generation, so the Mithri in front of him is naturally the protagonist of this memory, and it is really a pity that he couldn't witness the embodiment of the protagonist's aura.

The two of them sat side by side against the stones, resting for a full five minutes before recovering a little. In the process, the two of them did not just sit and meditate, and Green did not know how he learned the ancient human language, but since he was able to communicate with Misri. Of course, he had to ask about the situation before and after, and the information he got solved many mysteries in his heart.

Regarding Mithri's background, the official setting of his previous life is not clear, but since many side quests are related to this great man, many players have speculated that he is an abandoned half-blood creature based on clues, and some people have speculated that he was born into the most powerful human family in the primeval era. The most exaggerated is when a player goes through a lengthy narrative that says that Misri, the Chaos Lord, is the son of God. These speculations were so divine that Misri spoke as if he were an incarnation of Allah, but through Guò Misri's own account, Grimm was stunned to understand that Misri was neither a high bloodline nor a son of a god, but was born in a remote village. When he was a baby, the war of the gods raged and the entire village was destroyed, and his parents hid him in the hand to keep him alive, but a passing veteran heard the cry of the baby Misri and rescued him and took him with him ever since. Teach him martial arts and combat skills.

Of course, hear here. Green already knew that the veteran, Mithri's mentor, was the Segrid that Pope Romeka had mentioned. Legend has it that he compiled the first world classic, and he thought of these techniques of the son of the dress—perhaps even including the mysteries. It's all inseparable from him. It's just that Mithri didn't say it, obviously, like Green, he regarded the matter of the son of the uniform as the biggest secret in his heart, and if he didn't say it, Green wouldn't blame him in the slightest.

After all, replace yourself. I'm afraid it will be even tighter.

When Misri was fourteen years old, his teacher went on a long journey (Grimm guessed he was going to 'write a book'), and after the two said goodbye, Misri set out on his own journey. Perhaps it was the baby's experience engraved into the bone marrow, Misri has always been extremely disgusted with the endless war between the gods, months of worldly practice, let him first realize the hardships and sorrows of this time, love and hatred, and when he came to the huge city dominated by golden creatures at that time, he was going to find a job to live in peace, but because of his blood, he was taken away by the guards for no reason and used as a slave.

- At this point, Misri actually rolled up his sleeves and showed Green the mark of a slave he had been branded as a slave. Although it was a different pattern, the general outline was exceptionally clear, and the young duke only glanced at it, and his heart was shocked, and he barely had to look at it, he clearly knew that it was the prototype of the black thorn pattern on his arm.

Is it to remember this shameful history?

Green thought silently, not asking, after all, even if he asked now, there would be no answer.

Misri lowered his sleeves and continued.

Three years of slavery made Misri deeply feel the distortion and injustice of this world, as a bronze creature will be treated as a slave by gold and silver creatures, working like an animal every day, from time to time he will be beaten badly, without clothes and food, and those women are even more miserable, some of them will be put on a collar, and live in the shadow of the ** of the higher bloodline like a bitch all day long, and constantly suffer humiliation as a sex slave. This inhumane treatment caused the young Misri to feel humiliated and angry, and he gradually developed the idea of rebelling against the High Bloodline and overthrowing the rule of the gods, so he secretly planned to meet a group of trusted companions who were also slaves. After nearly half a year of suffering, he finally seized the opportunity to kill the drunken slave overseers while the High Bloodlines celebrated their victory over the gods, and led his fellow slaves all the way out of the siege. Although the High Bloodline soon became alarmed by the slave rebellion and the angry guards mercilessly slaughtered most of the slaves, Mithri, who had been secretly aware of every path for half a year, eventually escaped from the city and into the mountains with his fellow slaves.

Just as Green sees now, the mountains of this era were extremely dangerous, and powerful monsters abounded, so the City Watch at that time also thought that these slaves would definitely die and gave up the pursuit, and no one expected that Misri would successfully survive with a group of slaves. They built a gathering place in the mountains, and through Misri's passionate speeches, they broke away from the perception of their slave status and became free men again. After that, Misri formed a rebel army and was elected as the leader, initially relying on the advantage of mobility to ambush and sneak attack the caravans or patrols of the High Bloodline, and later the team gradually grew stronger, Misri led the troops to raid the villages and towns under the jurisdiction of the High Bloodline, rescued the bronze creatures that were used as slaves, and absorbed the people who were willing to resist. Over time, his team grew stronger and stronger, so much so that later, the High Bloodline had to give up the perception of the "little thief" and put him on the level of a large army. By this time, the situation had gradually spiraled out of control, and the name of the freed slaves had spread across half the continent, and more and more slaves began to rebel against the oppression of the higher bloodlines, fleeing or joining the camp of the Misri.

Although the High Bloodline intends to destroy the Misri's army, the bronze creatures themselves are extremely talented in combat, and the weakness of the original slave has been corrected during this time, even the regular army is light and can not resist the resistance of the Misri, and finally they come up with a solution.

Bronze beings are good at war, and that's because when the Golden Dome Kings created the Bronze Bloodline, it was to replace the scarce and precious Gold and Silver Blood. However, due to the increase in reproductive ability, the potential of bronze creatures has decreased, and although almost everyone can go to battle, the top-notch high-level combat power is extremely scarce. On the contrary, although the number of high-level bloodlines is at a disadvantage, there are many people with extraordinary strength, such as the Titans, Dragons, and so on. Therefore, the method of the High Bloodline is to organize a powerful assassination team to decapitate Misri in the rear. It didn't take long for the High Bloodline to get the information that Misri's army would hunt for food, and Misri, as the leader, would lead by example and regularly participate in the team's hunt. Without a large army to accompany him, this is undoubtedly the best time to assassinate Misri, and the High Bloodline immediately sent an assassination team to dive into the mountains and forests at full speed, and was bound to attack and kill Misri on the spot.

"But once again, they miscalculated." (To be continued......)