A bit of divine power flowed silently, and seeing the complicated and chaotic threads of fate in front of him constantly intertwined here, Artis waved his hand and directly lifted out the clearest threads. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Very well, the next thing is to wait quietly. ”

Artis turned to look at the many worlds in front of him, and in his eyes, a wisp of purple luck was emerging, slowly but surely surging towards a certain place.

Following this clue, Artis looked ahead and came to a certain world.

It was a barbaric world, but primitive civilizations had begun to envelop the land, and primitive nations were beginning to be established.

And in this world, there is a small kingdom called Heratul, in which the king is old, but there are no children.

The country was barren, full of death, war, famine, and resentment.

However, in a corner that ordinary people do not know, wisps of purple are condensing and beginning to tilt towards the country.

This seems to be an opportunity to trigger a series of follow-ups on this land.

Soon, the aged king discovered that one of his wives was pregnant, a discovery that made him delighted and cherished his hard-won heir.

A year later, his child was born in the midst of the war, and attracted the unanimous attention of all the nobles of the country. In order to commemorate this hard-won child, the king named the child Hetus, hoping that this child would inherit the country in the future and continue the rule of the royal family.

Although Heratul was a small country, the king was equally honorable. As the only son of the aging king and the destined heir of the future, Heratul was in everyone's attention at the beginning of his birth.

His father is a king, his mother is a princess of a neighboring country, and his bloodline can be said to be impeccable, enough to impress anyone.

As a prince, Hetus also showed an extremely good side after growing up.

Since childhood, Heratul has a firm and calm personality, and has often behaved differently from ordinary people, and was appreciated by the local priests and personally baptized him.

When Heratul was fifteen years old, his father, the aged King Heratul, officially died, and as the only heir to the king, Hetus put on the crown and officially became king.

"In the name of the Creator, long live His Majesty Hertus!!"

At an altar, countless people congratulated Heratus and chanted the name of the Creator to bless him.

Hertus turned, his tall and straight body looking strong and determined, and his handsome, serious face looked convincing and reassuring.

He has been extremely excellent since he was a child, and he has impressed countless people in the process of growing up, and has also won the love of many people.

But even so, standing on the high altar and watching the faces of the people in the audience cheering for him with excitement and fanaticism, the fifteen-year-old Hertus still couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension and excitement in his heart, and couldn't help but turn to look at the altar behind him.

This is the altar of the Creator, the altar of the god Ardis, the lord of the world who is said to have opened the world, and has been praised by many worlds.

"My God, bless Herato. ”

Looking at the altar in front of him, and the tatteredly dressed and hungry people below, Hetus raised his right hand above his chest and prayed from the heart.

And in the place where he could not see, with his official accession to the throne, wisps of faint purple began to diffuse, gradually gathering above his head, circling, and enveloping.

As if pulled by something, the thread of fate began to flow, rushing forward.

In the distance, out of his sight, looking at the scene in front of him, the figure of Artis slowly disappeared and no longer appeared.

On the stage, Hetus prayed in his original position, unaware that the object of his prayer was beside him.

Time passed quickly, and Hetus did not do much to succeed to the throne, except to collect his father's corpse, and then began to deal with the affairs of the past as a king in the past.

Compared to the past, this does not seem to have changed much, and some people in the country have quietly breathed a sigh of relief. However, compared to the previous kings, Hetus was more attentive and seemed to have an inexhaustible amount of energy.

Compared to his father, he has to deal with at least ten times more affairs every day, and he protects the interests of others as much as possible.

He was diligent and frugal, and in order to save a fortune, he converted his palace into a place for the daily training of his soldiers.

Although Herathu was a country, it was still in a very primitive stage, with the exception of a few small cities, and many tribes and even slaves of wild people. Divide the whole country into primitive strata.

At the bottom, of course, are those slaves who do not have the slightest human rights, and most of them come from foreign plundering and war. This was followed by the wild people of the tribes, who not only had to bear heavy taxes, but also had to bear the obligation of conscripts in time of war, bringing their own weapons and food to fight for the king. At the top were the citizens and nobles of the city, who had to pay only a few taxes and did not have to fight for the king. The aristocracy served the king and even assisted the state to rule the entire country, and was the absolute ruling class in the whole country.

Of course, in this primitive country, there were no clear official positions at this time, only a few divisions of positions.

For example, the horses are served exclusively for the king, taxes are collected exclusively for the king, and so on shallow divisions.

These were often hereditary, held by those noble families who lived by the will of the king. However, among the tribes of the wild people, there are chiefs, warriors, and the like.

Hertus changed that.

Having just succeeded to the throne, in order to prevent the wasteland from being full of wild people and natives, he ordered the conscription of some standing soldiers to serve as the standing force of the state.

In the past, there were very few permanent soldiers in Herathu, most of them were the king's personal bodyguards, and most of them were nobles in the city.

But this time, Heratul chose to recruit the wild people in the country, and selected the brave ones among the wild people to serve as his guards.

In the country of Heratul, this was almost the same as the selection of nobles, which naturally aroused great enthusiasm among the tribal savages. Therefore, the people who are selected are basically the most powerful and prestigious people in the tribe, either warriors or chiefs.

The number of guards was small, no more than a hundred, but they were all people with prestige and strength in the tribe, and each of them even had a certain amount of personal power in their hands. Winning over this group of people is equivalent to capturing those wild tribes.

In fact, the reason why there can only be so many people is also the limitation of Herram's national strength. The price to pay to train a professional warrior is huge, and if there are too many of them, it puts a lot of pressure on the king. Unlike conscripts, they don't have to pay anything at all.

In the following year, Hetus ordered that a group of young men be recruited intermittently to train. This group of men is not a standing soldier and does not need to be paid, but only needs to be provided with food and shelter for training. The origins of this group of people are very complex, ranging from wild people in the tribes to citizens in the cities, mostly some poor.

In this era, famine and war spread all over the world, and people who were so poor that they could not eat were everywhere, even if it was just a full meal, it was still very attractive to these people.

Based on the previous batch of professional fighters, this group of young and strong people was trained, and they soon trained a foundation.

However, in the process, in order to save some food for these trainers, and in order to make these people train better, Hetus forced himself to train with these people, and his expenses were reduced again and again.

In this way, after two years, this group of force has become his most loyal supporters, and it is also the foundation of his ability to sit on the throne.

The country was very unsafe, and although the territory was not small, and the occasional merchant came, it was full of wild people and bandits.

These barbarns and bandits did not produce and could not bring any tax revenue to Heratul, but they wantonly stole the people's finances and land, causing many problems.

In order to clean up the chaos in the country and sort out public order. When Hetus reached adulthood at the age of eighteen, he began his journey in earnest.

After three years of training, his army of guards had already expanded to three hundred, and these guards were either warriors, chiefs, or nobles of the tribe. Each person was able to pull out two or three more slaves or clansmen.

And those young men who participated in training intermittently could also fight, so if Hetus wanted to, he could even pull up a strong team of two or three thousand people.

This kind of strength, not to mention just bandits and wild people, even in this wasteland, is not something that any country can match.

Of course, Hertus would never do this unless he had to. Because this will not only bring panic to the surrounding countries, but also bring a great burden to Heratul itself. You know, during the war, these people could not return to the fields to cultivate, which was equivalent to the direct disappearance of thousands of young and strong laborers, which was almost a disaster for his country. And even if it were to be conscripted, the supply of thousands of people would be a great burden on the country of Heratul.

Therefore, Hertus dispatched more of his 300 guards and began to gradually sweep away the bandits and wild people on the periphery.

This world was still quite primitive at this time, and there were a large number of indigenous tribes in Herathu who had never returned, these people were collectively referred to as wild people, some of whom returned to the country and began to half-herd and half-cultivate, but more of them circled in the wilderness, destroying the production and construction of the domestic people, and stealing women and property.

These people were of no use to Heratul in the country, and not only seriously hindered the development of the country, but also made it difficult to communicate with the surrounding people.

Therefore, Hetus showed no mercy, and ordered his subordinates to attack, and drove his sword to this group of savages as much as he could.

A little black smoke rises from the ground and condenses into a shape above. On the ground below, houses were burning, and corpses were lying to the ground.

All around, the guards of Hertus wreaked havoc on the wild tribe, reaping the fruits of their victory.

All around, primitive moans rang out, warriors looting the tribe's property, and warriors forcibly holding down wild girls and wreaking havoc on them.

Looking at this scene, Hetus's brow furrowed, and he instinctively felt uncomfortable.

As the king of Heratul, he grew up in this environment, and he was no stranger to this situation. Moreover, after a victory, letting the fighters wreak havoc is the most morale-boosting thing. Therefore, even if it was a little uncomfortable, he still forced himself to adapt.

He was not a soft-hearted man per se, and the slaves and warriors he had killed in the past three years had already stained his hands red, and it was only the first time he had engaged in such a raid and felt a little uncomfortable. It is not so much that he is merciful to the wild people here, but that he is dissatisfied with his own warriors, dissatisfied with their unscrupulous and almost undisciplined style after the war.

However, after all, it was the guards he had personally trained for three years, and he quickly recovered from the chaotic state in front of him and began to divide labor. Some went to clean the battlefield and gather belongings, while others took weapons and mended the dying wild warriors.

These fighters were too badly wounded to be able to save them in this day and age, and a direct knife was the most advantageous option.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, Hertus shouted as he looked at the scene ahead.

Ahead, one of his soldiers was holding a long knife in his hand, and below him were children.

Most of these children were only seven or eight years old, and the youngest was even a baby, and all of them were placed in front of them at this time, looking at the warrior in front of them with a frightened expression.

The warrior was holding a knife in his hand, and was raising it high to slash forward, but he was reprimanded by Hetus's voice, and the knife in his hand couldn't help but stop.

After three years of training together, the resolute and formidable Hertus had a strong prestige among many warriors, and no one dared to disobey him.

"What are you doing?" asked Hertus, looking at the children in front of him, as he looked at his warrior.

"Your Majesty, these people are of no use to us. ”

The warrior looked at Hetus and said seriously: "Children under the age of ten will only waste food. ”

Hearing this, Hetus instinctively opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

On this continent, famine spreads all year round, and no one is immune. Saving food has become the instinct of almost everyone, and it is impossible to waste precious food on some useless waste.

These children are too young to be used as slaves. In this era, ploughing is hard work, there are not enough tools and animal power, even a man in the prime of life will be tired to farm, not to mention these children, compared to the food they need to raise them, the little labor they can provide is simply not enough to pay off.

Quietly, he looked at the group of children in front of him.

It seemed that Hetus was not as vicious as the others, and even looked soft, and the group of children couldn't help but have a little emotion in their eyes when they looked at him.

That emotion, Hertus could see very clearly, it was a pleading.