The messenger secretly complained in his heart, to be honest, he really didn't expect such a thing to happen in this world—a leader who was so close to the enemy was said to be the one with the highest combat effectiveness. But in addition to the amazing amount of food, what is even more amazing is the delicate and powerless of the other party, and the appearance of being shocked by the crescent world. That's right, Cybertron's appearance is even more noticeable in the East.

is simply a set of natural equipment for the protagonist of the rotten female text, which feels the same as the "No. 1 beautiful man in East Asia, who has competed against all Japanese women" (true story) touted by major Japanese newspapers before Master Mei Lanfang went to Japan. It is also like the portrait of Zhang Liang, who assisted Han Gaozu to ascend the throne and was seen by Sima Qian, and was immediately shocked and written into the historical records: "Zhang Liang's face is as beautiful as a beautiful woman (like a woman and a good woman)" (true story).

You have to say that there are amazing things in this world.

Of course, the envoy almost vomited blood at that time - the victory of his army was usurped by such a sissy? Yes, the envoy did not believe that the other party had won the victory in a dignified manner, but had shamelessly usurped the fruits of victory.

But there was no way to do it now, the messenger could only wipe his beard without any embellishment, this was a real Crescent Crescent. Taking a deep breath, he said, "I'm not here to make you surrender, let alone to make you do anything that harms your interests. I just don't know why you came here to fight for the Byzantine Emperor, this is something that our great sultan, the master of the East, does not understand. The great sultan was unwilling to go to war with a race that should not be ruined, and that is why his messenger came here. If you are British, the Romans slaughtered Britons three times. If you're a Greek, the Romans have set foot on Greece nine times. Burn every piece of parchment that records the glorious history of your race, and tear and cut off all the mouths and tongues that dare to tell the heroic stories of your ancestors. Such emperors are not worthy of you to fight for them - besides, Byzantium is tens of millions of miles from Britain (exaggerated), and it is not worth it for you and your people to come here and let your warriors die fighting in such a distant foreign land. ”

“......”

That's true, but it can't just end there.

"Prancenua ......" Cybertron casually said a name, but he continued to eat. The appearance of using two wooden sticks to pick up vegetables was indeed unbearable for a group of foreigners, but he still did it.

"Uh......?" said at length, but Cybertron didn't care who said a strange word: "My lord?"

"Prangsenua Broken Hand Burkeso. Cybertron whispered a man's name, and his voice was very calm: "He's a member of the Broken Hand tribe." The Broken Hand Tribe was founded by our people when they were alone in the Skyrim Cliffs to fend off the insect tide and zombies, and the name suggests that they are all disabled. Bourkeso is a martial artist, and it is a misfortune to lose the ability to fight. Unwilling to drag down the rest of their clan, they gathered together and formed a whole new tribe. Since most of the lost arms are arm, they are called the Broken Hand Tribe. Pransenua turned out to be a member of the Blood Cave Tribe, having lost his right hand in a great battle against the Zerg. ”

"Uh...... Amazing people......"

But he still participated in the crusade, and his credit was enough for the crusade. Cybertron continued: "When he died...... It was a weekend afternoon, cloudless - the day you entered Constantinople, and while fighting your colossus, you were crushed to death by the warlock's hellfire for charging too forward. Don't worry, he died bravely, and his soul will inevitably enter Valhalla, Songard of Avalon. ”

"......" infidels, this is the idea of the messenger.

"What is the meaning of life, the answer is varied. Some say it depends on what he leaves behind, others say ...... Depending on his beliefs, some say that he should be judged by love, and others say that life is meaningless. Cybertron sighed and said, "As for me, Cybertron, a soul of Hellroar, Bourkeso, I confirm that I will enter Valhalla, Songgard of Avalon, after my death." ”

"Ahem - our Sultan is in no way opposed to this faith. The messenger himself smiled, made a humble gesture with his hands, bowed his head, and said: "I have no objection either, my sultan is a philanthropist who sympathizes with all religions. ”

"Me too. Cybertron laughed, "And I'm sure that when I died - of course I was young, and young people thought they would never die until time came to their heads - but I can be sure, no matter what the standard is." Everything I do now is something that I can be happy with in the last period of my life. So it is with me, so with Promenua, so with any true Bourquetso—the purpose of the crusade is not profit, but the salvation of the country. The world is sick, and we are doctors. The world is weak, and we are the medicine - we are not here for war, we are here for peace - yes, to keep the peace. ”

In the end, the more Cybertron spoke, the more familiar it felt, and the last word popped up.

"This is also what our great Sultan thinks - if you don't resist, you won't die, and I'm sure your lords will understand this simple truth. The messenger said very simply, so simply that Cybertron thought it was very strange: "So, my lord, what do you want? fame, profit, or your faith? Yes, heaven is important, hell is also important, and the world is even more important." You've just said a lot, great future, great past -- so, this is your life's plan? Your wishes? I think these wishes may be solved with two hundred thousand gold trantas. What do you think?"

It seems that the messenger is going to make a final effort, and even the price code has been opened - aren't you here just for the money, I'll give it to you.

"A life's plan, a vision for the future, hmm...... That makes sense. Cybertron nodded, feeling what he was going to do in his life, and he didn't know: "I don't know what I'm going to do in my life, but ...... Perhaps, I can start with a name. ”

“？”

"My last wishes. Cybertron held up a finger, and in the eyes of almost all the attendants and ministers present, a very unlucky sentence popped out: "Originally, isn't the plan of a person's life called what he wants to do before he dies? ”

“...... Adults are really witty. The messenger's face was a little uneasy.

"Well, not witty or witty, I'm normal. Cybertron said, "Strength and glory, these are not enough to describe my race. By the way, my lord, what is your last wish?"

“......？！？！”

-- The messenger was let go --

The siege lasted for more than a month, and several of the attacks were unsuccessful. All eastern armies finally withdrew from the siege on 10 October 3067. It's a good day to celebrate, and since it's worth celebrating for so long, it's good to have a party. So in Cybertron's surprised eyes, the Byzantine Empire, which had just experienced war, setbacks, injuries, deaths, and almost annihilation, held a grand celebration with the emperor as the center.

...... Cybertron, who doesn't know what to say, really wants to remind you that there are still enemy forces in your south, and most of your territory in the east has been occupied, and you ...... Isn't it okay to have a long snack?

You have to say that the whole people of Constantinople, after learning the news of the joy of victory, spontaneously took to the streets, and the military and people of the capital praised each other for countless loves, loves, and joys. From the emperor to ordinary people, even slaves were happy from the bottom of their hearts -- they wiped their heads, "My God!" and said distractedly: "Are these people in the east all human? The fighting power is so high, so belligerent? Fortunately, this time they survived." ”

Cybertron didn't understand, maybe he came from a country that had been in distress for more than a hundred years. After being beaten, the first thing I thought about was how to better develop myself, learn from the enemy, accumulate strength, and never end up in a corner of peace without a place to be buried, right?

But people don't think so, you see the whole of Byzantium as if it had been restored...... Also, the Romans were more lenient on this point. After all, the Romans, the capital is not called Rome, what are you Romans? But people have been in Constantinople for thousands of years, and they feel that they are in good shape, which is very suitable for long-term living and living. I didn't think at all about the eastward crusade of paganism, the south to Egypt, the west to the Latin, the north to the barbarians - the recovery of Rome!

Living in the afterglow of the past.

Cybertron really sensed the breath of Pandaragon from these people.

Songs and laughter cover up the pain of those who have gone yesterday and cannot be left behind today, and the frenzied celebration is the indescribable pain of never being able to return to their hometown. It is the heart that is paralyzed, and it is the future that is difficult to name, and the revival of the boss empire has not yet begun - everyone has become accustomed to being a little rich and peaceful.

...... Isn't that the same with Nero, but the bad guy is also a real Roman emperor, responsible, and will charge into battle when he really wants to go to war, and will do what he should do when he really wants to be kind to the people. Merely...... Some are arrogant and lascivious, some are eccentric, and some are ...... Some......

Anyway, it's not normal.

According to Cybertron, this anomaly has been inherited for more than 3,000 years - and it is now the people of Constantinople.

"Nefarem, Dragonborn, swear by his glory. Never let evil come back. Hear his roar of victory, and even the most vicious enemies will flee!Dragonborn, we pray for the blessings you have received - as the language of the scrolls unfurls the dark wings of the cold as the brothers fight each other. The Heart of the Swarm, the terminator of the kings, the ancient and unbound ghost seeks to devour heaven and earth. But the time of the terrible fall will come, and from then on he will never be able to speak again, and the world will be liberated from the giant jaws of the Zerg. Nefarem and the Dragonborn are the saviors of the world!"

The people of Cybertron turned away from those fellows and bowed their heads in agony before the truth - mourning for the dead soldiers of the Crusade. The sound of war drums resounded outside the city, the opposite of the inside of the city, which was celebrating victory. The shouts and celebrations of hundreds of thousands of people stretched for dozens of miles, and Cybertron learned from the joy of this atmosphere.

The majestic sound of the drums and horns of the people of Bourkeso drowned out the sound of a distant qiē with a mournful feeling.

Less than five kilometers outside the city, a large plain outside the forest. Thousands of Bourkeso stood together and watched as their tribal leader lit a bonfire on which dozens of his comrades had died in battle.

"I plead with the great Valkyrie. "Cybertron, as the representative of all, knelt down on one knee to his guardian, the Valkyrie. Although the Valkyries of Cybertron are not visible to all of the Bourkesos, there is no one who does not believe that Cybertron can communicate with the Valkyries: "My greatest goddess, have mercy on your people, lead their souls into Avalon, take them by the hand, and lead them into Songgard." ”

Half-kneeling and holding one of Leigh's hands, which was a little cold, but was quickly warmed by Cybertron's body heat. Cybertron looked up at the other party's hand and said sincerely.

"Okay. With a faint mouth, Liz smiled softly, and in an instant the ice and snow melted, and everything rejuvenated: "I will be responsible for leading them to eternity - before that, raise your head." There's a mission waiting for you—"

“......”

Cybertron was stunned, looking at the Valkyrie in front of him in confusion. Suddenly, the facial expression was wonderful, and it was quite rare for this handsome boy to be able to make such a terrifying facial expression—because he remembered how his ancestors had cheated him.

“...... Li, we can be regarded as a fateful friendship. Well, it's a bit disrespectful to say that, but I've always considered you a friend. Cybertron was very affectionate and reasonable—the Burkeso man next to him looked at his great chief "holding" a pile of air, and talked to the air with great joy and sighed: What else would someone else be a great chief?

"Friend...... I don't know what it is. The blue-haired and red-eyed Valkyrie said softly.

"......?" I haven't heard of it, but when I go to Avalon, I often see groups of Valkyries talking happily. Belch...... It won't be the beauty of your own home...... Isolated? No, no, no, maybe she's more of an autistic child, right?

"Ahem, Li, in short, our current relationship is that of friends, even beyond friendship - you tell me the truth, did the ancestor say something again?"

"No, it's a hunch of mine. Leigh replied softly.

“...... Leigh, you might as well take me with you. Cybertron was stunned for a moment, and the blond-haired boy felt as if he had lost his head overnight: "I've been played with by my ancestors twice, and I can't stand it the third time." ”

"No, it won't. Leigh shook her head and said a very handsome line: "Next, you just embrace your fate." ”

I remember that a blue dragon used to say this to his lover, and then his lover died.