Walking on top of the spacious and bright palace, Kerkus looked at the scenery in front of him, and sighed in his heart for a while. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the past, although the king was too old and infirm to govern, the palace seemed a little dull and twilight. But at least there are many guards in the palace, and each attendant shuttles through it, each with its own duties, and there is a sense of nobility.

By this time, although the palace was still large and bright, the atmosphere that had once existed had completely disappeared.

As far as Kerkus could see, many of the things that had been standing around him had disappeared, and there were still some fragments of stones and other debris on the ground, which looked a little messy because no one had come to maintain and clean them for a long time.

Many of the knights who originally stood in the palace were also gone at this time, and the huge palace, only a few people scattered to guard, looked a little desolate.

He looked back, where a hall looked deserted and dilapidated, as if it had been demolished by something. Faintly, many arrows can be seen.

These are the traces left by the battle between the eldest prince and the second prince in the palace, and the place has been shattered to pieces, and no one has been found to repair it until now.

Seeing this scene, he sighed faintly in his heart, and then silently sensed a warmth in his heart, and his belief was much firmer.

In the faint sense, the original majestic natural divine power in his body was gently fluctuating, as if he had reached a certain critical point and was about to break through.

After walking a little longer, he came to a place where several knights, still in good armor, stood with the thick bloody smell of the hard battle on their bodies, and stared at him coldly.

"Your Highness let you in!" said a knight, his tone a little unpleasant.

However, for this, Kerkus only smiled slightly, and seemed to not mind in the slightest.

Inside, the scene suddenly changed.

I saw that along the road, blood-stained knights stood on both sides, quietly defending one of them.

Quecus felt it carefully, and a strong aura was transmitted to his heart from the natural induction in the dark, making him stunned.

This is the family foundation that the second prince has accumulated for many years, although after the great war, only this last bit is left, but it is also the most elite, among which there are several earth knights.

However, most of these people were injured, and even the armor on their bodies was faintly broken, and there was a smell of blood that could not be swayed on their bodies even though they had been cleaned, which set off these people a little miserable.

An aura of a veteran of a hundred battles greeted him, and at the top, Kzeel looked coldly at Kekus, who was gradually coming forward: "Until now, you still dare to come to see me?"

As his words fell, a little murderous aura began to rise all around, and everyone looked at Kerkus closely, with a coldness in their eyes.

"Why don't you dare?" Facing this dismount, Kerkus only smiled slightly, looking very natural.

"Speaking of which, I also saved His Highness once. If it weren't for the sudden defeat of the eldest prince, I'm afraid His Highness would have turned into a corpse by this time. ”

"Hmph!" Kzel snorted coldly, looked at the usual Kekus below, and sneered: "So, everything that happened before that was not your fault?"

In the face of Kzel's reply, Ketcus just smiled and did not reply.

"Forget it, tell me your purpose..." Seeing him like this, Kzer sighed slightly and said.

Seeing Kzell's inquiry, Czuse did not reply for a while, and the scene was suddenly quiet.

"I'm here to persuade His Highness to surrender. ”

After a while, he looked at Kezel in front of him and said slowly.

"Look for death!"

Suddenly, the pot exploded on the field, and one by one the knights were furious, glaring angrily at the Cockus in front of them, a little murderous aura was boiling, mixed with the fluctuation of fighting spirit.

However, at Kercus's words, Kzel only sighed slightly, without the slightest surprise.

"Go, tell your Majesty that I am willing to surrender. ”

He looked a little frustrated, and said lightly, while stopping the anger of the people around him.

As Kerkus faded away from his point of view, a middle-aged man covered in scars walked silently out of the side beside Quezel.

This was Gedil, who had been rescued by Kzel's men that day, and was seriously injured at this time, and had some difficulty walking.

"Your Highness, I don't understand..." He looked at Kezel in front of him with some confusion, and there was confusion in his eyes.

Hearing this, Kzer just sighed, then looked at the knights who were in a commotion below, and slowly stood up.

"Just now, I took people to the temple and wanted the high priest to invite the ancestral gods. However, by the time I arrived at the temple, the high priest was gone. ”

"The altar of the ancestral god is broken..."

He said this slowly, his face was a little pale, his face was bloodless, and there was still a trace of shock in his eyes, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"Impossible!"

"Ancestral God!"

One by one, the knights couldn't believe it, and looked at the Kzel in front of them in a daze, and shouted.

In the face of these eyes, Kezel walked slowly outside, never saying a word.

・・・

On the same day, Kzel opened the gates of the city, led his knights to surrender, and was made a count by Artis.

Then, with the influence of Kzel in Brook and the murderous suppression of the previous Grand Prince, some nobles surrendered one after another and gathered under the banner of Artis.

For this part of the nobility, Artis retracted it, maintaining its title, but also taking the opportunity to gradually transfer its territory, further weakening its influence. As for those who resisted, Artis asked Bazel and others to lead troops to exterminate them, and they were quickly suppressed under the leadership of local priests.

After more than a month, as the turmoil in the territory gradually subsided, under the pacification of many sacrifices, the original Brook's territory gradually stabilized, although it cannot be said to be complete, but at least it can ensure the stability under the surface.

Later, as time passes, and the new legal system gradually takes root in the hearts of the people, the rule of nature will gradually become stronger.

Moreover, with the establishment of the Duchy of Artisius, Brooke was conquered one after another. The surrounding city-states seemed to be shaken, and one by one emissaries and spies frantically poured into the territory of Artis.

After all, compared to the crazy and turbulent situation in the south, the situation in the northern region is relatively stable, and the death of a city-state king is usually a great event, not to mention that Artis is so crazy that it directly leads to the collapse of two traditional city-states that have been inherited for hundreds of years.

You must know that in the Northern Regions, although the territory is vast, it is vast and sparsely populated, far inferior to other densely populated regions. The total number of city-states here is only more than twenty, and two of them were destroyed at this time, how not to shock or even fear the surrounding city-states.

In this case, despite the spontaneous interference of the sacrifices of the gods of nature and the believers, the news was inevitably detected by many city-states. Among them, there is news about Artis that is frantically searched, and the surrounding city-states are trying to dig up to find out about his past.

After all, the scenes of Artis are too legendary, but at the age of fifteen, before he reached adulthood, he was crowned king and personally destroyed two city-states. Such a wise and powerful force naturally makes people wonder, trying to figure out the reason.

One consequence of this action is that each principality has become wary of the believers in the gods of nature in their own territories, and has begun to take various measures to persecute or expel them, in an effort to reduce their influence.

However, for these, Artis does not have the energy to care for the time being.

With the various lords of Brooke being suppressed, there was no longer any obstacle to the road to the north for Artis.

After a few days, the priests, dressed in sacrificial robes, headed deeper into the north.

Faintly, in the north, an incomparably large, somewhat scattered but homogeneous Qi Fortune was pulled by a certain force in the south and began to fluctuate violently. Faintly, it began to merge, and it continued to merge into a small pillar of heaven, making it suddenly bright.