The breeze gently blows under the four fields, blowing the surrounding grass and trees low. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In a tavern in a small city, adventurers and wandering mercenaries from afar are everywhere.

Laughter and laughter are played out in it, and there are passers-by dancing in it, singing the praises of guests who come from afar. There are also poets who wander from afar, singing legendary epics one by one.

The journey of nightmares, the shadow of the demon god returns, and wandering warriors lurk in the wilderness.

The roar of the Golden Dragon King, the roar of the Olympian God King, and the wizard wandering in the wilderness

Who will save the world in the midst of a crisis?

O god of nature, darling of the world!

At the moment of crisis, you stepped forward and used your brilliant divine blood to ignite the sins of the land!

Ah, you merciful hero!

The evil dragon that destroyed the world is roaring, devouring thousands of living beings, who has the courage to sacrifice his life and fight the evil dragon with his flesh and blood body?

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Under the bright light, a wandering poet with an aging face gently stroked the harp, and a long epic poem was sung by him, attracting the applause of the people around him.

"Is it another chapter of the Hero King saving the world? It's really nostalgic and familiar!"

In the crowd, occasionally some drunk men are drunk and shouting loudly, venting their emotions.

The scene was extremely enthusiastic for a while, whether it was pedestrians and adventurers coming from afar, or local hunters and mercenaries, they all seemed to let go at this time and actively integrated into this warm atmosphere.

This is the norm in taverns.

In this dangerous world, anyone can die in an unknown accident, and for those in the tavern who are constantly on the verge of life and death, timely fun is the norm.

The scene was hot, with the mercenaries and pedestrians in the tavern dancing enthusiastically, and from time to time some men and women embraced each other and walked up to the upstairs room, as if something was going to happen.

It's easy to contag this kind of warm atmosphere, but at this time, in this atmosphere, there are still people who can keep calm.

Such was the case with the bard who was alone there stroking, alone with an old bard, singing in that loud voice, keeping his rhythm from beginning to end.

In addition to him, in a corner, there sat a young man, who listened to the bard's eulogy, and a unique feeling welled up in his heart.

"The legend of the Hero King?" Artis muttered to himself, listening to the poets in the distance, and then looking at the crazy dancing figures of the countless travelers in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a strange emotion.

"My lord, what's wrong?" a hoarse voice rang out from the side, asking respectfully towards Artis.

It was a tall figure, with a tall body, full of explosive muscles, which looked very intimidating.

This is a barbarian warrior that Artis met on the road, who was in a near-death state at the time, and was rescued by Artis as a follower.

"Gerry, go and help me get the bard here. ”

Hearing the words of his attendant, Artis came back to his senses and seemed to say to him.

Gerry was strong and had a fierce aura, but he was very obedient in front of Artis, and when he heard the command, he quickly nodded and walked forward.

After a while, the bard was brought over by Gerry.

Artis looked up and looked at the bard carefully.

In the impression of ordinary people, bards are often handsome and dashing young people, who can speak and sing, and are popular with the public.

But the one standing in front of Artis at this time was different.

The years have taken a heavy toll on his body, and the shabby clothes on his body show that he is not doing very well, except for the piano in his hand, which looks like it is some years old, may still be worth some money, and it looks depressed and old.

But his eyes are different, although because of his own lifespan, it has been a little cloudy, but he can still see the light of wisdom and humanity contained in it, extremely bright, extremely thorough, as if after the vicissitudes of life, has been extremely calm.

"My lord, may I ask what is the matter?" he bowed to Artis, looking respectful, but his face was always calm, giving him a sense of serenity.

"This kind of etiquette, are you a nobleman?" Artis saw at a glance the traces in the other party's movements, which were somewhat similar to the aristocratic etiquette of a certain kingdom in the past.

For the average person, this may be just a politeness, and even disdain it for some people who prefer to be direct, but for those who really understand, this reveals a certain amount of information to a certain extent, and the other party has been educated by some nobles.

In front of Artis, the old bard showed surprise on his face: "Yes, I was once the second son of a baronial family in the southern kingdom, and began to travel around the continent when I became an adult. ”

His expression was very calm, even when he talked about his origin, he was not moved in the slightest, only the calmness and calmness after the years.

Artis didn't ask why the other party was in this situation, and why he seemed so down, but asked the other party directly.

"Can you explain to me in detail the epic you sang before?"

Hearing this request, the other party was slightly stunned, but seeing that Artis's appearance didn't look like a joke, he began to explain seriously.

"In ancient epic legends, thousands of years ago, there was an epic battle that affected the entire world. Three demon gods came from a distant world and descended into this world in an attempt to destroy this world. ”

"At that time, the three strongest forces in the world, the Golden Dragon Emperor of the Dragon Clan, the Three God Kings of the Olympus Protoss, and the Wizard King of the Wizarding Council, faced the three supreme demon gods respectively, but they were finally defeated one by one..."

"At the moment of crisis, a god of nature stepped forward, carrying his two heirs, challenging these three demon gods, and finally saved the whole world..."

In order to recognize and commemorate this god of nature, later generations called this god the King of Heroes, and revered it from generation to generation. ”

Standing in front of Artis, the old bard slowly told the stories and epics he knew, and the story made the barbarians standing beside Artis look excited, and they longed to return to that era and follow the hero king to face the three demon gods.

But listening to these stories, Artis was silent for a moment.

As the old man in front of him recounted, his mind began to recall little by little, gradually recalling that era.

"Very corny story. After a long time, he spoke, looking at the bard who had been standing in front of him for a long time.

"But it's wonderful, isn't it?" the old bard smiled at Artis, "and, compared to other old-fashioned stories of brave men saving the world, this story is different. ”

"At least, it really happened, and that's enough. ”

Looking at Artis, the bard's face remained calm, and he said.

As soon as these words came out, suddenly, the color of the grid beside Ardis changed, but Ardis's expression was very calm and did not change.

"What do you know?" Artis said with a noncommittal nod, looking at the bard in front of him.

But hearing Artis say this, the old man in front of him, who was always calm, hesitated.

It was a long, long time before he continued: "Although I have no strength, I have traveled to many, many cities, and I know some secrets that others do not know. ”

"Recently, I received news that in the midst of the surrounding mountains, another remnant of the Hero King is about to be born. ”

"The legacy of the Hero King?" Hearing this, Artis was stunned.

"Yes, the legacy of the Hero King. On the other hand, the bard nodded affirmatively: "Legend has it that the power of the Hero King is incomparably great, enough to compete with the alien dragon of destruction. ”

"But in the great battle that once arose, two god-like powerful beings fought each other, which naturally caused damage. In the past battles, the divine power and divine blood of the Hero King were scattered throughout the world, forming countless precious legacies. ”

"And among the surrounding mountains, there is such a place, which seems to have recently revealed that kind of aura, which has attracted the attention of many strong people. ”

The old bard said word by word, and when he had finished speaking, he knelt down without hesitation.

"I can sense your strength and unusualness, and if you need an experienced servant to help you with your daily chores, please consider taking me in. ”

He lowered his head, even if he knelt on the ground, his eyes were still calm, but his face looked sincere and respectful.

What is strange is that even the strange behavior of him suddenly kneeling on the ground did not attract the slightest attention from the people around him in the end, as if everyone around him was affected by some special force and turned a blind eye to the actions of Artis's side.

"Give me a reason. ”

Looking at the old man kneeling in front of him, Artis was a little surprised although he was calm: "What do you want to do by doing this?"

If it is to prolong his life, or even to gain strength or achieve other life purposes, Artis will not have any surprises.

But under Artis's feelings, the old man in front of him was pure in his heart, and there were no strong emotional fluctuations, just a piece of purity.

This situation made Artis look sideways slightly, and he couldn't help asking.

"When I was very young, I had heard about the deeds of the Hero King, and even thought of going to see the legacy of the Hero King. ”

In front of Artis, the old man's face was calm: "But later, more and more things poured into my life. I was through so much when I was young and fighting with my brother and wandering around after being evicted. ”

"Until now, my life is numbered, and no matter how much I struggle, I won't be able to live for a few days. That's why I wanted to fulfill my childhood wish to see what I had left behind by the heroic king I once revered, and to witness it all with my eyes. ”