Dru is a little younger than Laurie, as an adult male in his thirties, he only has a slight beard of less than an inch at the jawline, his eyebrows are not heavy, but the tail is raised high like the wings of a falcon, as black and heavy as his hair, hiding a pair of ordinary brown eyes, he is a calm and rational man, not bad in nature, but in some ways, he is like a businessman who is good at scheming and calculating, for the current Tara, he is not so good but very suitable for the ruler- He has only respect for Rosada, or rather, any god but lacks enthusiasm, more accurately, he is a pan-believer, his faith may have been dedicated to Tara a long time ago, his family, whether it is Rosada or Ciric, has to retreat, but in the war, his keen eyes have also discovered, just like the ugly chicken once said, although it has become an unspeakable law that the gods do not directly intervene in the mundane change of power, their spokesmen can still act as the manipulators behind the scenes to ignite or extinguish the flames of war。

Just like this time, Drew didn't feel at all that he could be the final victor without the priests of Rosada, and the magic cast by the priests of Ciric was full of evil and fear, not to mention mortal soldiers, even he couldn't help but tremble at it. "This is the gods. He whispered to himself that in the King's Tower, there were all the emblems of Rosada, the Holy Flower, and his avatar, the beautiful peacock patterns and patterns. As we all know, the predecessor of the southern kingdoms was the collapse of Falun more than a thousand years ago, a country founded by the powerful silver dragon, its territory once encroached on a quarter of the continent, the current highlands Norman, Luzel, White Tower and Partridge Hill, Ruby Cape, and the Dragonfire Islands were all partially or completely subjugated under the claws of the silver dragon, like the blue headland embankment, which was originally just a port of Falun. Unfortunately, at that time, the gods who fell from the sky to the earth started a war against each other in the Falun, and countless innocent people were involved, losing their loved ones, losing their land, and losing their lives, and at that time, the gods did not have as much control over believers and beliefs as they do now, after all, at that time, whether their power was strong or not had nothing to do with the belief of humans or humans. But now, while each ruler tries to balance the religion of the realm and the realm as much as possible, so as not to create a situation where one god is dominant—in addition to the fear that their power will be usurped by the spokesmen of the gods, there is also the fact that they do not want their country to be attacked by their rival gods because their beliefs are too dedicated to a certain god. The power of the gods was terrible, plagues, floods, droughts, insects...... Even some lewd tendencies and upside-down ethics may be just a small joke of a noble being, for whom time and life are extremely cheap because there is no need to worry.

In the turmoil of a thousand years ago, before it completely collapsed, Falun had lost half of its population, tens of millions of texts were lost or burned, rows of buildings and fields were lost in lava or floods, leaving behind a scorched earth and swamp, temples and sanctuaries were constantly standing and destroyed, priests and knights fought for their faith, blood meandering like rivers in the black dust— People stretched out their hands, not knowing whether to pray to the deity, or simply not daring, in those chaotic times, maybe you just called out the name of Rosada or Tyre, and a dagger pierced your back, or your head was cut off with an axe. And if you invoke the name of the evil god, you will not escape hasty trials and executions—blood and rage everywhere, and fallen but unaware priests and paladins are as merciful as thieves and assassins, who will break your limbs, burn you at the stake, or hang you from the walls and let the ravens snatch your eyes.

More than one man angrily declared that he no longer believed in any gods, and in the aftermath of the upheaval, the rulers' desire for gods became low— The heir of the king and the grand duke must not be a priest or a paladin is also an iron rule that is tacitly accepted by everyone, but after a thousand years, as the power of the believer's faith directly affects the power of the gods, the gods gradually pay attention to the main material plane that was once only used by them to play, and correspondingly, the punishment of the unbelievers and hypocrites has also begun to be severe, not only after death, but also in the world of the living. The simplest, look around, the Normans of the Highlands are undoubtedly the main believers of Tyre, although their king is not the most devout believer of Tyre, but his most trusted ministers are undoubtedly - everyone, except for Dylan, is a paladin of Tyre, the former Norman king Baldwin Donclay is a Tyre paladin, although he was exiled by Tyre before he became king, but everyone knows that he is bent on returning to Tyre.

In addition to Tara, there are four other countries that are followers of the god of morning light, which is why they are willing to restrain their greed - if it is Drew, he will at least take the opportunity to cut a share, although the Falun is vast, but after being divided into dozens of pieces, any piece will seem a little small, not to mention, in the thousand-year-long chaos, there are many cities and regions that are independent.

In the past, Vinito and Cape Fortress had a large number of merchants, Woking had the most statues, the storm god Talos and the moon god Sulun were second, and the priests of gods such as Ilmot would also appear within the double walls, and the believers of Shirek and Musk could also hide in the shadows, and some little-known and scattered weak gods could also be respected here, which was undoubtedly correct. As a reverse example, the Dragonfire Islands, where the people worship Talos almost simply, alienating other gods from the end of their destruction, even Talos is just a spectator - although he is powerful, he is only a god, and when faced with more gods who may be as powerful as him, he wisely chooses to give up, anyway, as long as he walks on the sea and lives by the sea, people must offer his faith and sacrifices to him.

Well, Tarra's new king, Drew, was better than Heroda, the god of the morning light, anyway, and his merchants had entered the White Tower and brought news about it, and during Gredi's reign, it had become a lair of false priests, thieves, and assassins, and that these thugs had no idea how to run a commercial city, why they couldn't dry up and fish, or just didn't care about the "tobacco" they forced and enticed people to grow Covering every inch of the Partridge Hill, and the dazzling array of goods in the White Tower has become history, they are willing and can only provide one kind of goods, and that is the various derivatives and semi-finished products of "tobacco". When the false gods were killed by the gods, her temple collapsed, and the priests fled, the plants with their bright flowers suddenly withered and withered—the people of the White Tower were almost completely desperate, and they were forced to plant these things instead of any kind of food that could be used to feed their stomachs, hoping that the temple of the false gods would collect them with gold coins and flour as they had tempted them before...... Peculiar fruits, but even if the priests of the false gods are still there, these plants are not to mention fruits, even the flowers have withered, will they still be interested in shriveled rhizomes and leaves?

Drew's family had received a large amount of extra money from the disaster - and the gratitude of the Lord of the White Tower, Anrui, whose father had been obsessed with this young and flamboyant woman for a long time, according to him, it was a demonic beauty, like a demon or devil from the abyss, which is why he gave up the idea after a moment of hesitation- There has never been a hero or any other great person in Drew's family that deserves to be sung about by bards, but if you dig deeper, you can see that there may have been some small mistakes in their family, but no one has ever made bad choices in major events, like Drew's father, and now Drew.

"When are you going to take the throne?" asked the knight next to Drew, who could also become a lord or a minister.

"As soon as possible," Drew said, "keep it simple, but make sure everybody knows it...... slaves to their masters, and those in between. "The old royal family is gone, and the new royal family will become the new masters of Tara, and this is the most important thing, more important than decorating the walls with silk.

Drew is a man who is resolute when necessary, and he doesn't care if people talk too much, the former Queen Mother was judged for murdering two kings with evil magic, the old king and his son, although the queen mother repeatedly argued that it was the will of the old king, but unless the old king's soul can stand up and testify for her, no one will believe her- Or, believing her, there may be, but as Tara's courtiers, none of them want to admit that they were once loyal to such a stupid and evil fellow, the king is not at fault, and the new king who died is only the second son of the former, yes, Laurie has passed away quietly anyway, and no one can raise any objections, but on the verdict, people are divided whether to imprison the queen mother or put her to death.

"Execute. Drew said, standing up, taking off the crown and throwing it on the velvet cushion brought by the attendant, "She was noble because of her husband and son, and since she had abandoned them, it was clear that she did not need them." ”

When the attendants led the Queen Mother into a secluded room, erected a rudimentary gallows, and put a rough linen rope around her neck, the blindfolded woman immediately began to struggle and howl hoarsely.

Maybe even at this moment, she still thinks that with her bloodline and identity, she can still live with dignity and peace.

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Without waiting for the Queen Mother to completely cut off her breath, Drew left the court with his attendants without informing the others.

Wearing a baron's hat and a cloak of squirrel skin, and the attendants around him, who had also changed their dull clothes, a group of people who looked like they had come to congratulate the new king on his accession to the throne, but who were not qualified to enter the royal court, such people had become very common here lately, and he even stopped in a village and ate a whole fat chicken and a few bottles of shoddy ale.

After about a quarter of a day's journey, he saw the agreed place— At the edge of the ruins left behind by the era of Falun, several people were waiting for him, one of them was the foreign priest of Rosada Adaldru who jumped off his horse from a few dozen steps away, and then took off his hat, after all, for a god's chosen people, how to respect it is not overstated, although he didn't know that among these people, in addition to Afra and Kerryben, there was also the youngest disciple of Edal, and Ederna, this damned demigod lich was the evil being who dragged the entire Falun into the quagmire of destruction in the battle of the gods thousands of years ago。

As he approached them, a brightly colored butterfly staggered leisurely past the tip of his nose, a butterfly that Falun had never seen before, with a long tail protrusion, like a lady's long sleeves hanging to the ground, and its posture was indescribably graceful.

Then Drew saw that in the black-haired dragonborn's hand was a similar butterfly, larger than its previous kind, with dark blue wings covered with gold and red spots, as colorful as the sea at sunset, and as soon as he saw him, the powerful caster let go of his fingers.

"Is there anything wrong with that butterfly?" Drew asked. He was a little worried about whether the butterfly was carrying a disease or a toxin, but when he thought about it, he knew that it was impossible, and if that was the case, they would never be easily indulged.

"There's nothing wrong with butterflies," said the still black-haired Dragonborn, "although it was created," he didn't worry Drew too much, "but it was created to destroy the plants that caused the depravity and madness of the people—plants that were devoured, and in turn, they were gradually dying out because of the lack of food, but I saw them again when I came here, and you know what that means?"

"Tara has that plant. Drew replied, his expression immediately becoming serious and angry.