The Iron Armor Corpse King still remembered how dazed and incomprehensible he was with those hateful eyes he saw at the time. He wants to say loudly to others that everything you have now, the rich life you are living now, and the prosperous scene you are enjoying now are all exchanged for your life and death again and again, fighting for your life again and again, and wandering outside the ghost gate again and again, and all he wants is a smiling face, or a greeting, or an uncle of the child.

But what greeted him was the frightened expressions of the people around him, and the terrifying look in them that looked at him as if they were looking at a deadly rakshasa.

Finally, the Iron Armored Corpse King, who seemed to have figured out something, seemed to have really figured out something, and the surrounding soldiers who seemed to be extremely respectful to him, but were actually afraid of the majority, as well as the so-called many beauties in the family who saw that their bodies were even trembling, made the Iron Armored Corpse King feel extremely lost and depressed in his heart.

It shouldn't have been like this, until one day when he went to court, he saw the appearance of the ministers and colleagues around him dodging and secretly looking at him, and when he looked at the so-called best brother who was no longer young and called himself lonely sitting on the top chair, and looked at him very similar to those people outside, he was completely confused, because he could see that there was a deep fear and fear of himself in those eyes, even if he didn't show it, even if that person still pretended to be close, but he felt the alienation, and felt the deep wariness of himself。

It shouldn't be like this, why, why do people look at themselves as if they see some terrible monster, just because they are born with divine powers, or because they are born different from ordinary people, and they look fierce, ugly or even terrifying......?

The Iron Corpse King locked himself in the house for two months, pretending to be ill, he didn't want to go out, he didn't want to look at the eyes of those people, he didn't want those people to look at him like they were looking at terrible monsters, he could even feel the deep fear of those who should have been in awe and worship him when they saw him.

So, one day two months later, the Iron Corpse King finally made a very important decision, he decided to leave here and go to a place where no one knew him, remembering that when he was a child, he was raised with a group of jackals and tigers in the mountains, although those beasts could not speak, but they were never as afraid as people look at them today.

That look broke his heart, even though he looked strong, but the heart that expected others to approve of him and accept him was more fragile than anyone else. He thought that only the person who claimed to be lonely really recognized him and really accepted his brother, but he didn't expect that the other party was also afraid of him.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel that he had been deceived, and vaguely, he recalled the time when he wore gold armor and held a long knife and trampled his enemies under his horse.

How nice is that...... Back then, I felt so good with those robes who lived and died together. Perhaps only the eyes of the robes standing behind him looking at him could make him feel a hint of warmth.

But as his enemies became fewer and fewer, the person who claimed to be lonely seemed to be more and more alienated from himself, and the robes around him left him one by one, although he wanted to save their lives, although he wanted that person to help his brothers, but in the end, only a few people survived.

The Iron Armored Corpse King walked away in the night, and when he left, he was silent, and when he left, he clearly saw a group of mysterious people in brocade clothes breaking into his mansion, and there were faint bursts of exclamations......

He's not stupid, he knows what's going on, he knows what those people are going to do when they go to their mansion. The bird hides the bow, which I occasionally hear in the play, but I don't want it to happen to me one day.

So the pace of his feet quickened, and he took his old buddy out of the city gate very easily, and walked into the free world that was high and wide that day, from then on, he didn't want to deal with those things that were fighting and killing, from now on, the person who called himself lonely would never appear in front of his eyes again, disappointed, not to talk about. Whether he is happy or not, he can't say, but he knows that if he doesn't leave, his brother may no longer be a brother, and the monarch and the minister will no longer be the monarch.

From the mouths of some travelers along the way, he learned that his mansion had been completely seized. When he heard the news of his rebellion, what he said was so true that he sometimes felt as if he had really done such a thing.

But maybe only a few people know that they didn't think about anything to rebel at all, gold, silver and jewelry, or glory and wealth, for him it was a fart at all, when his brothers were no longer and that blood was no longer there, he didn't think about staying at all.

He had even heard from some people that he had been defeated and fled, and that all the soldiers who had participated in the rebellion had been arrested and were now being taken to a city outside the fortress until three months later, and they were to be executed together as an example.

At that time, he never imagined that that person would do such a thing, let alone that in order to catch himself, he would use such a scheme.

That person has changed after all, he is no longer the one who has the world in mind and is full of ambition, the other party does this, not only because he wants his own life, but also because he wants his own life, obviously at that time, everyone sat together and drank and talked about the life they wanted to live in the future, which was so bold and so careless. Obviously, everyone tied their lives to him at that time, but why is this so now.

Impotence. This is a conspiracy that I can't get rid of, I can not go, but from then on I will leave endless regrets in my heart, but once I go, I will face countless sieges.

That's it. Isn't it this old life, give it to him, if he disappears from now on, that person may always be restless.

It's ridiculous to say that I have worked hard for this kind of person all my life, but this world is much more peaceful after all, maybe from the beginning, I was not just for that person.

After three months...... He stared blankly at the soldiers and generals who were rushing towards him. Looking at the man who was sitting far away on the city wall, he smiled, just like he had been at the beginning, so he raised the shabby flask in his hand and shouted in the direction of the man...... "Good wine......"

The hand rises and falls, and the grace is broken......