After years of war, the people were settled.

A powerful warrior who believes in the god of war, even if his hands are covered in blood, hopes to have a peaceful and happy life and a warm family of his own. This change of faith is not a drastic qualitative change, but starts from the bottom and slowly spreads to the upper level.

Even though they are still loyal believers in the God of War, they do not have the same hostility towards the Church of Light as they did at the beginning.

"We, the Snowton Empire, a long time ago, did not restrict the spread of any faith, except for the evil sects, of course," Althea explained, "It is only because of the four wars and the frequent wars that the god of war has become the main school of faith. ”

"The Church of Light also spread slowly in private at the beginning, and due to the several northern expeditions launched by the Holy Alliance, the people were quite hostile to them, and the spread did not go smoothly. ”

However, with the accumulation of time, the people at the bottom began to slowly get used to receiving help from the church, and now, it is a chronic disease that cannot be eradicated. Although we still have the upper hand on the battlefield, if we continue like this, we don't know what kind of changes will happen to the road. ”

"However, one thing is certain, if Jonas becomes the next king, the Snowton Empire will become the fourth great power member of the 'Holy Alliance', and the Church of Light will basically unify the continent. ”

"So what?" Allegri didn't understand what she meant.

"So, in addition to the military, including the Aalborg Empire, which had fought against the Snowton Empire, supported Cousin Nacchini. Althea laughed.

"It's comforting," Allegri patted her on the head, "this kind of support is the most ethereal, and it will arouse the suspicion of the 'Thunder King'." ”

"Count the days, he should have arrived in the capital, and I hope Cousin Nacini will succeed. ”

"So, can you become a queen?" said Illo with a laugh from the side.

"Why don't you die!" said Althea, blushing.

"No kidding," Allegri said heavily, pulling Illo away from him, "you should think about yourself, too." ”

"What's wrong with me?" Illo scratched his head.

"Dios and I are going to continue training and strengthen our strength, what are you going to do?"

"What should I do?" said Illo, scratching his head.

"Every time you fight during this time, you can't play a role! You can only release cold arrows on the side, either you can't shoot them, or you can't shoot them accurately, such as the Venom Wyvern,...... And the sneak attack of Silves......" Allegri said.

"Shut up, let's hurt my self-esteem. Illo looked indignant.

Vanuna, Royal Palace, "Throne of Thunder".

"My little lion, are you back?" said the Thunder King, sitting on a high throne, with a smile, "Where did you go this time?"

"Father, I took a trip to the Redstone Terrace and met a very interesting person. Nacini knelt down and saluted.

"Oh, second brother, who have you met?" Jonas, who was sitting on the right, smiled softly.

"Allegri, magician, you may not know him, big brother," Nacini smiled, "but you know his teacher for sure. ”

"Who is it, tell me?" asked Jonas with a smile.

The Thunder King also raised his hand to signal him to stand up.

Nacini walked to the chair to the left and sat down in front of Jonas, and the row below him was full of tall generals, the faction that supported him.

He smiled again, "Legendary Magician Lord Herseus, you must know the way, big brother, right?"

The military attachés below him all smiled heartily. Jonas looked embarrassed, his face turning slightly red.

"Little lion, don't be so aggressive. The Thunder King also laughed, and then scolded.

"Yes, Father. He stood up and smiled and saluted again.

The Thunder King was a tall old man with thick eyebrows and a square face, and although he was gray-haired, he had a strong bearing. During his tenure, the Holy Alliance was suppressed on the battlefield to the point where it could not hold its head up. But among the people, his reputation can only be described as average, too majestic, and not benevolent.

So he has been torn between his two sons. On the one hand, he personally tends to choose Nacini, who is exactly the same as when he was younger, and completely scares the Holy Alliance. However, now that the city of Elendil has fallen, and there is no barrier to the Holy Alliance, why not choose the benevolent and good ruler of the great prince Jonas to make up for the lack of economic and people's livelihood development under his own leadership.

What he hopes to see most is that the two sons can live in peace, Jonas is in charge, Nacini is external, and the Snowton Empire will definitely become unprecedentedly strong. But now it seems that this wish is far from being realized.

"I'm old, and my days may be numbered," he said in a deep voice, lowering the voice in the palace, "I have summoned you here today to tell you that during the Victory Day celebrations, I will announce my last important decision. ”

"Disperse, Jonas, Nacini, you two stay. ”

The ministers dispersed, and only the father and son were left in the hall.

"Come here," he beckoned, motioning for his two sons to step up to the high platform that only a king can set on, "you should know what the decision I am about to make." ”

The two princes looked at each other, but immediately turned their heads away.

"I don't want you to do anything drastic before or after my decision. He looked at his two sons sternly.

"Yes, Father. Jonas and Nacini bowed at the same time.

"If anyone dares to do that," the Thunder King stood up and drew the long sword beside his throne, the chipped, but murderous, "if anyone dares to do that," he waved, his wrinkled face solemn but revealing a hint of sentimentality, "I will cut off his head with my own hands." ”

Seeing his father's vicissitudes and sentimental face, "Thunder Lion" Nacini hesitated for the first time.

"Come here, swear by this sword. He placed his sword horizontally on the king's case.

Nacini stepped forward, his index finger brushing against the blade, blood splattering. He smeared the blood from his finger on the blade of his sword and made a soft oath, "I, Nacini Snowton, swear to the great god of war that I will never harm my eldest brother, Jonas Snowton, in my lifetime, and if I break this oath, I will die under this sword." ”

As he made his oath, the blood on the blade slowly seeped into the blade, never to be seen again.

Jonas stepped forward as well, and just as he was about to place his bloodied fingers on the blade, the Thunder King suddenly sighed, "Jonas, swear to your god of light. ”

Jonas hesitated, and swore the same oath,

"Lord of Light, I, Jonas Snowton, will never harm my second brother, Nacini Snowton, or I will die by this sword. ”

The blood dripped and disappeared.

The Thunder King stopped talking and waved them away. This king, who has been in power for more than 20 years, sat alone in the throne, staring at the long sword in his hand.

Twenty-seven years ago, it was with this sword that the Thunder King personally cut off his brother's head and ascended to the throne of the god of war. (After the double shift, it's not good to be in a state at home, and I always feel lazy and have no strength)

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