"You mean, whoever can pull out this sword will be the King of Vielse?"

A Violce patriarch asked, pointing to a long sword stuck in a boulder. His eyes widened, and the meaning of "you're kidding me" couldn't be more obvious.

"You're the Marquis of Argonne from north of Lambrid?"

In order to appease the tribes of Vile, the empire often threw two innocuous titles at them. This trick may seem meaningless, but it is actually a soft knife. Because these messy "princes and boys" have become imperial nobles while being the tribal leaders of the Vierz Kingdom. King Vials wants to conquer a rebel, and it will not be so easy to get rid of the disobedient and unpleasant tribes.

Whether it can be fought, how it can be fought, and what to do after the fight is over, must be decided by Governor Vierce after reporting to the center of the empire. Because King Vierz is also theoretically a vassal of the empire, those large and small "princes and boys" are not vassals of King Vierz, but vassals of the empire, and in front of the empire, they are equal. It's just that the king is the leader of so many tribes.

Because of this, Vielse's royal power is an electoral succession system.

Lady Lek turned to the patriarch, her tone still calm, her expression still gentle. But the aura on her body has undergone subtle changes, and the coercion is faintly released, dyeing the atmosphere into a lead-colored heaviness. The patriarch, who was still blowing his beard and glaring just now, immediately lowered his head, he should pay attention to his tone and expression before speaking to a hero.

"Uh, yes...... Dear Ms. Lecker, ”

"Miss Husin, the hero of your clan, has written to me many times asking me to come to Landafri to be mentored by me and learn more about magic. But she seems to complain that she has been blocked, that her life has been harassed, and that there are even secret posts near her home.

If all this is true, then it seems that there is something wrong with your tribe's attitude towards heroes. Miss Yu Xiner said that if you continue like this, she will take coercive measures to protect her legitimate rights and interests. ”

No tribe wants their heroes to run around. It's been hundreds of years, and it's finally been a hero to run around, what are you doing when you run around! If the heroes are not at home, how can they bully the surrounding tribes? Honestly stay at home, be a big killer, a killer, and deter the surrounding Xiaoxiao, why yearn for the wonderful and helpless world outside?

But the heroes prefer to pursue strong power, squatting in the village all their lives, and doing nothing is not a waste. NEET: Not everyone can be it. Therefore, they are more willing to leave their homeland and travel around the vast world to study, serve various forces to accumulate experience, and learn from various people to broaden their horizons.

Those who have the power should enjoy the magnificent adventure, and they should explore new first experiences with a wild heart.

Thus, a contradiction arises, between the hero's growing need for power and the tribe's impoverished power system. A better solution is to tie down the heroes by fetters, let them travel thousands of miles and still not forget that there are villagers and elders waiting for him, the current situation of poverty and backwardness in his hometown needs to be changed, and every turtle has a dream of a big country, etc......

The way to compare the two is to lock people in their homes and watch them every day, as this Argun tribe did. Heroes can't grow, and tribes can't get the hero's sincere service, which is a lose-lose strategy.

"This ...... Not at all...... No! I absolutely don't know about it! Right! Not at all informed! When I go back, I will definitely investigate this matter strictly and thoroughly. ”

The patriarch lowered his head, as if he could avoid Miss Lek's piercing gaze.

"And what do you think of this sword?"

"This ...... This is, of course, a divine sword! ”

"Very well, don't think that you can deal with it with a little trick. If all goes well, I will write back to Miss Yuxin'er, tell her to calm down and talk to the patriarch again. There is something to be discussed and resolved, and it is too inelegant to set fire to the damned 'mixed (river crab) account nobles' to charcoal at every turn, and it is detrimental to the upbringing of a lady. ”

"Yes...... Too...... Thank you so much. ”

"Well, I'm looking forward to hearing from Miss Yusier, and I have a lot of magical tips to share with her."

"Yes......"

This is undoubtedly a dismount, reminding the unruly patriarchs of who they are talking to. In front of them was the special advisor to the Governor of Violce, a hero with terrifying powers, not a vase that relied on beauty and body (river crab) to ascend to the top. Want to deal with her? First of all, you have to have a hero.

"But the patriarch of Argonne has his own reasons, and it would be too hasty to decide the chosen one based on my family's words. However, I would never make a decision based on the word of the family. ”

With that, Ms. Leke gracefully bowed and stepped aside. A funny old man dressed in leaves walked out.

"Whew...... Ms. Lecker is right. Her judgment was upheld by the Golden Circle, and we ...... All of us Grand Druids unanimously agree with Ms. Lecker's judgment. ”

The old man in the leaf of the dragon clock is the Grand Druid Wayngar, who is not a hero, but a druid who is also a spellcaster of extraordinary status. Although he is inferior to heroes in terms of magical power, and it can even be said that he will be crushed by heroes, but relying on the power and connections he has been operating for many years, this old man has a power that can compete with heroes.

And, unlike heroes, the Great Druids are not affiliated with any clan and are not closely related to the Viers. Even apart from living in peace and not interfering with each other, they did not want to have any intersection with the Doge's Palace. But in the matter of choosing a king, he stood with the Viceroy's Palace.

As a Grand Druid, Waynegar is not even a hero of Briton, and his organization is the Golden Circle. The so-called Golden Circle Assembly is the organization of the Druid Order in Gaul, Briton, and the southern Gothic region, and is the representative body of the Great Jungle on earth. Before the empire's invasion of Gaul and Britun, the Great Jungle faith had been the dominant religion in the Northwest.

Although the invasion of the Empire allowed the Belief in the High Heavens to crowd out the Druids in the region, on the other hand, the Druids were able to spread into the heart of the Empire. Due to their unique heritage in nature and agriculture, they have blossomed in rural areas and become a great religious force second only to the High Heavens.

The decision making of the Golden Circle was co-chaired by several Grand Druids, and the Grand Druid of Wayne Gar was one of them. He was born in Gaul and was only in charge of Violse's affairs.

Perhaps out of fear of dark cuisine, he lived in Brittany, across the sea. Although the offshore remote control is a bit irresponsible, but people are so old, old arms and legs, what if they are sick by bad dark cuisine and rainy weather?

However, he was unusually today, crossing the strait very seriously and responsibly, dragging his old body to correct the name of this king election conference. I have to say that the hero is a big face, and even this adult is invited.

"This ...... Since the Great Druids have said it, then ......"

"yes...... If the Golden Circle approves of it, it is really God's will. ”

"Well, so everyone is convinced."

The wind changed in a flash, Waynegar was an old religious authority, and his name was even more thunderous, and the plan for choosing a king was thus decided.

"Ahem, just like Lady Leck said, pulling out the sword in the stone to elect the king is not groundless. This great sword stuck in the stone is the sword of the Imperial General Agrigura. It was he who was in Severus the Great...... cough cough cough cough ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Waynegar coughed violently, and Ms. Leke hurriedly stepped forward to give the old man a slap on the back, and it took a long time to recover. The patriarchs below all wondered if this old man would become the first hero to be "choked to death" by his own words.

In order not to choke the old man to death, Ms. Leke decided to continue the following explanation herself.

"I'll talk about that later. After the death of Severus the Great, Briton was placed under the authority of Lord Agrigura. It was he who proposed the policy of recuperation and the harmonious integration of the peoples, united the local Druid Order, and vigorously promoted the imperial script, which brought civilization to Britun, who was still in the period of ignorance.

It was also he who formulated the Basic Law of the Briton people themselves, which has been used to this day and has become the basis of order throughout the Viorse region. He also presided over the first Election of the King of Violce. In fact, this first king election ceremony was carried out by drawing the sword in the stone. The sword was blessed by the most powerful hero of the time, Thucydides the Brighter, and cast powerful magic.

At that time, the Sarmatian legions of the empire stationed in Vierz had long since spread out, and with the encouragement of Agrigura, many men and women married or married local nobles. As a result, the blood of the Britun people was also mixed with the blood of the East. Among them, Futigeng in the east of Vials married the daughter of Lucius, the head of the emperor ** and bishop, and their son Owen was chosen by the sword in the stone to become the first king of all Vielse, founding the Walla dynasty.

So the royal family of Vala is both the descendants of the red dragon and the descendants of the sword drawer. After the interruption of the Vala dynasty, the sword in the stone returned to the stone, waiting for the next chosen one. ”

It was useless to just talk, and Ms. Leke waved her arms, using illusion to sketch out the myths of the distant ages in the air. The heroism of Severus the Great, the wisdom of Agrogura, the strength of Thucydides the Brighter, and the pomp and glory of the Chosen One all tugged at the heartstrings of the patriarchs.

Of course, many patriarchs are excited not because of the cool light and shadow effects, but because they feel that they also have a chance.

"Isn't the king chosen by this sword just going to have the bloodline of the 'Red Dragon'?! Am I not one of the descendants? What if you choose? ”

Although the blood of the red dragon is noble, it is worthless. King Owen is very capable of giving birth to daughters, and at that time he gave birth to 12 daughters and a son with his wife in one go. In order to balance and appease the local tribal forces, all 12 daughters were married to the local tribe of Vierz. Before the royal family of Vala was severed, batch after batch of princesses continued to marry, which made almost every tribe have the blood of the red dragon.

Having a red dragon bloodline means having the opportunity to participate in the king election ceremony, and having the opportunity to participate in the king election ceremony means having the opportunity to be the king, who doesn't like this free lottery? Anyway, I didn't choose a lot of meat.

"This time, all nobles with titles with red dragon blood can participate in the king selection ceremony."

The person who participated in the election of the king must be a "nobleman with a title", which is a threshold set by Lexington, which means that basically only the patriarch or someone of the same position as the patriarch can run, in fact, she did this to reassure these clan leaders.

Even if it is a local clan, the position of the leader must not be easy to come by, among which there must be many brothers, uncles and nephews who fled and exiled because of the failure to seize the throne in the early years.

But now that the titles are restricted, these guys are blocked out, and the last little worries are gone.

In this way, the gambler-like mentality echoed in the hearts of many patriarchs, as if they had seen the grand occasion of their crown!

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

"Long live the Chosen One!"

The patriarchs raised their right arms one after another, and cheers echoed over the ancient land. Although the faces of the leaders of several large clans were not very good-looking, it was difficult to say anything in this atmosphere. Moreover, the larger the tribe, the wider the territory of the rule, the more nobles with titles in the clan, and in terms of opportunities, they are much larger than those small and medium-sized tribes. Besides, there is still a long time before the king is elected, and they still have the opportunity to collude and conspire.

So a few bigwigs thought about it and coaxed along.

Lady Lek raised her hand, quieting the agitated patriarchs.

"Now that everyone has agreed, let this ancient temple be revealed! Lord Waynegar, please! ”

"Ahem...... Well...... Of course. ”

Waynegar staggered over to the boulder and thrust his cane into the dirt.

"Sarah...... Debord ...... Agush ......"

Mysterious bass echoed beneath the firmament, and the magic began to spread, sinking, seeping into the new mud, caressing the old dust until it touched the buried being.

"Boom!"

The ground began to tremble, the egg-sized pebbles began to jump, and some of the older people couldn't even hold their shape.

It's an earthquake!?

The bewildered patriarchs retreated, but just as they hesitated between staying and watching the excitement or running away, huge rocks emerged from the ground like sprouts of new shoots from the ground. They grew and grew, forming a circle around the sword in the stone.

In addition to the originally low stone henge, the more magnificent Stonehenge "grew" out of the soil in this way, and dozens of tons of boulders stood on the flat ground that had been empty just now. They stood silently, and looked particularly mysterious under the fading sky.

Countless emerald green vines climbed the boulder that was still covered with dirt, and they spread until they dyed the boulder a dazzling emerald green, and jewel-like leaves grew, and countless small white flowers bloomed on the boulder. The mysterious Stonehenge is still mysterious, but now, it has a lot more life and vitality.

In the center of the majestic Stonehenge, a boulder with a sword stands proudly, silently waiting for its next master.

All the patriarchs knelt down and bowed to Stonehenge with reverence or seeming reverence. Right before their eyes, the sword in the stone revealed a miracle, and there was no doubt that the will of the Great Jungle was about to be exercised, and no patriarch would have the courage to disobey.

This is how Vierce chooses the king.

"Hoo ......"

When everything had dispersed, Lady Leker breathed a sigh of relief and sat down against the boulder. Although the rattan still had dirt on it, Leque didn't mind at all, she just wanted to rest now. Sure enough, pretending to be forced is also a hard job.

"Hey! Lexington actually called me senior! Haha, the Sprinkle family is worth this life! ”

It's still the same leaf outfit, but Waynegar is no longer an old man, she's taken off her disguise and she's become a young girl. Judging from her figure, she is probably between Jiaer and Titania, with about C's breasts, healthy and energetic long legs, long hair tied into a golden ponytail, and hanging down to her waist against the sky. There is a little cute baby fat on the delicate face, and the fair skin has no blemishes, and the skin is white and tender like a boiled egg with a shell.

The most drooling thing about her body is her absolutely safe buttocks. The buttocks of the Ansan type are not enough just for the buttocks to be plump, it is more important to have a wide pelvis and a thin waist. This girl is absolutely good for both of these points, according to Lin Dengwan's words, I can play with this butt for a year.

She was proud of her performance, shaking her head like a puppy waiting to be complimented.

"You...... The acting skills are exaggerated, if it weren't for my sister's camouflage magic, you would have been dressed up a long time ago. This is not the Golden Ring, and these patriarchs are not the druids who are chattering with gods. ”

Leke shook his head with a smile, and flicked the girl's little nose half-disgusted, half-indulgent.

"Yes, yes, yes...... Lexington is the best. Bumblebee: I'm convinced. ”

The girl grinned and jumped to the side, then approached and sat down next to Lek.

"Na...... After all these years, has the Admiral really returned? ”

"Yes, my watch is not fruitless."

"That'...... What will happen in the future? ”

"I don't know...... Maybe we should think about it from a different perspective, what should we do with him? ”

"Hey, Admiral Ming handed you the shiny ring! As a pillow person, you should know what he thinks, right?"

"It's because it's so close that I can't see the whole picture. Besides, people change. Thirty years on, you, me, Titania, and the other sisters have changed. I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to the old days. ”

"That's right...... What are you going to do, Sister Lek? ”

"I don't know......"

Faced with the girl's question, Leke felt that his pillow man as the Admiral seemed to be a little unqualified.

PS: A big chapter of 5000 words, dear