Yale Shag, the "Tyrant", is a human king who rose to prominence during the alternate period of the Old Gods and the monarch of the Valley of the Winds. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He is the first and only king in human history to openly deny the merits of the "Lionheart" Ryan Reese.

After his Eagle League defeated the Lion League, ruled by Ryan Reese's descendants, the imperial capital, once the symbol of all human spirits and the glorious remembrance of the decadent aristocracy, was reduced to scorched earth under the fireworks.

If Ryan Reese did the best of the duties that a king should fulfill, Yale Shag expressed the power that a king should enjoy to the extreme.

The rule of power without obligation is not destined to last, but Yale Shag broke this proverbial law because he was strong enough.

The rise of the Eagle Alliance coincided with the most chaotic time in the astral order: most of the old gods had fallen, while there were few new gods.

Therefore, Yale Shag at that time was the real ruler of the material continent, and his will was the only value of other beings.

Compared with Ryan Reese, who is like the embodiment of benevolence, the life of the "tyrant" Yale Shag is more desirable to George XIII.

No king can refuse the feeling that the world is running in the palm of his hand, except for heroes and sages like Ryan Reese.

In a trance, the soul of George XIII seemed to go up the river of time, establishing his own achievements in that era of supremacy of royal power.

Of course, by that time his name was no longer "Clooney George", but "Yale Shag......

The victory came cleanly, but Yale Shag was lost in thought, as if something was bothering the ruler of the Eagle League.

The tyrant's lips still have the blood of Orgon Rees, the Lion Alliance monarch, and his spouse is now his.

The intellectual woman, once called the "jewel in the griffin's crown", was completely reduced to a slave girl who could only please her husband and enemy with a humble smile and body under the scourging of her heart and punishment.

Tasting the flesh and blood of the adversary, admiring the lowliness of his spouse.

This kind of life can make anyone feel good, but for Yale Shag, it seems that there is something missing.

He looked at the dancers, dancing perfectly to the music to entertain him.

These ladies and ladies of the former empire have basically never danced such a fragrant dance, so that after three days of high-intensity rehearsals, there are still many people who can't let go.

Is it because of this?

No, that scarcity soaked deep inside Yale Shag, like an old tree that has rotted inside, without a trace of life.

Arvein, as the elves called their princess, was his most recent new love, and knelt on the floor beside his throne, waiting for his favor.

He almost ignored her lovely face and soft body, and the smooth cloak that covered her body was more of a cover than to emphasize her beauty.

"Master, do you have something on your mind?"

Arwen asked softly, her fear of him as hard to hide as her body.

Yale Shag glanced at her, his brow furrowed slightly, and he didn't say anything.

She had noticed his hesitation, which would lead to her death, and she felt that she had to do something about it, or she would soon end up like her mother.

The belt was lightly untied, and the silky coat fell to the ground along the smooth skin, and the filthy ketone body was perfectly displayed in the somewhat cold air.

The elven princess's forehead pressed against the cold ground, but her back was arched high, like a lazy kitten.

Such a posture is too shameful, but it is the best expression of her humility, and it will not affect the monarch on the throne to appreciate the scenery on her chest because her forehead is close to the ground.

Alveen restrained the trembling of her body from fear, she was afraid that shaking her body would affect her master's interest.

She wants to live, she wants to continue this life of one person under ten thousand people.

Whenever she walked on the road, everyone would kneel on either side of the road, their foreheads pressed against the ground, as humble as she was facing her own Lord.

She can decide anyone's life and death, wielding all the authority of the Eagle League, as long as her master hasn't lost interest in her.

Her master was still pampering her, and Arwen comforted herself, after all, unlike her mother, who had been made into a specimen of bones, she was younger, and knew better when to be noble and when to be lowly.

The "musician" who was playing the dance music did not hang his forehead because of Alve's movements, and still stared at the dancing maid motionlessly, for fear of playing even the slightest note wrong.

Yale Shag rubbed his brow, the strange emptiness in his heart made him more and more impatient.

The lowliness of the elven princess was seen by him, and the desire to kill due to irritability was also reduced a lot.

He could have killed her later.

After satisfying the desires of the flesh, he gets the double pleasure of bed and killing at the same time.

Putting his chosen prey aside, the king continued to ponder his inexplicable feelings, the ethereal emotion was so unfamiliar that he had some kind of delusional illusion about everything in front of him.

"Maybe you should go to the KGBRUNA...... Forget it, don't bother him to eat. ”

The king searched for the fragments of his memory that had made him happy, hoping to rejuvenate the numb heart to the vividness of the past.

The KGBRU is a bipedal wyvern, a wurm species that salivates on one dragon a day.

This eating habit, which defied the laws of nature, was of course cultivated by his master, Yale Shag, the ruler of the Eagle League, for no particular reason, but because the KGB was his dragon, he had to be different.

"Let's enjoy this rather delicious prey first, and it's time for this sleepy feast to end. ”

Glancing at the dancing waitresses and the still respectful performers, Yale Shag felt more and more bored.

The defeated Lion League nobles were trained to be banquet musicians, forcing them to "appreciate" the coquettishness of their wives and daughters to please their enemies, and then play a dance of humiliation and fear.

Yes, the clothed maids were the wives and daughters of the musicians who played the background of the dances, and the accomplished banquets had always been the king's favorite, but now he did not get the slightest pleasure from them.

Yale Shag raised his hand, the dancer fell to the floor, his forehead pressed against the stone, and the "musicians" stopped, trembling in pairs.

With a wave of his hand, he drove them away, and the latter fled from the majestic temple, leaving behind only the mighty king and the prey he had personally chosen......