As the decisive battle was imminent, the celebratory dinner ended at nine o'clock in the evening. Marcus reluctantly led the Luhmann guests back, shamelessly packing half a roast fat sheep, and Quill finally said a nice word before leaving, but his "I'm proud of you" was clearly in the tone of Meggie.

Qi Lang must admit that the arrival of Zhu Lai and Dodim was still extremely helpful, and although the alternate was not finally decided, at least they provided themselves with a possible way out of the victory - to form a confrontation with Frost, and to hand over Billy Whale's Billy, who was said to have reached the first level of strength, to O'U to deal with, and now it was enough to find someone who could withstand Roy's onslaught, and wait until O'U achieved the victory he wanted, and then take over.

Sergeant Dong Hong had been preoccupied with his heart while he was having dinner, and it was obvious that he was still struggling with the sudden appearance of the Sword of Loyalty. Although Mr. Zhu Lai insisted that Frost was not his father, Dong Hong's conjecture was probably exactly the same as Qi Lang's-then could there be anyone other than the number one warrior of the Zonghao Kingdom back then?

Since the deadline for registration is at nine o'clock in the morning of the next day, there is still a whole night on the side of the Mingyu Kingdom to work on the key substitute, everyone can not hurt their brains, first take a good rest, maybe when the dawn comes, the brilliance of wisdom will burst out.

Under the influence of alcoholic beverages, the camp of the Mingyu Kingdom soon fell asleep. Qi Lang and Ao Wu showed great strength in the fierce battle with Dongyi, which made them full of confidence, and it was estimated that they must have dreamed of two warriors holding Billy's bloody head high. It seems that the war is coming to an end, and the world will return to its original peace, quietness, and beauty.

But Qi Lang had insomnia. He lay on the bed and tossed and turned, and the sheep counted to three hundred and sixty-five, but he still couldn't get in touch with Sweet Dreams. It was certainly not caused by tension, and it was not even related to the bitter hatred of the Otto Empire, and Qi Lang still had a clear understanding of his current psychological state. The real trouble is that he can't force himself not to think, and thinking means having to stay awake, it means not being able to sleep.

It was that Frost who triggered Qi Lang's thinking.

Qi Lang began to doubt his previous judgment again. He felt as if he had been misled, and that the sword of loyalty had brought with him a preconceived judgment that made him unusually convinced that the man was Dong Hong's eponymous father. But in reality, the Holy Sword, though it has a belonging, is also likely to seal itself off from its repulsive power, just as Owu had taken the Sword of Victory for himself before he fully grasped the true meaning of victory. In other words, although the sacred sword has a sacred name, it is still a weapon, it has no life, it does not know how to judge, and in this sense, it can be deceived.

In addition, Qi Lang also felt that he had missed an important clue - Frost's voice!

"Who are you?"

Frost may have been a little stiff in his tone when he asked the first question, but his voice was deep, that of a middle-aged man. When Qi Lang relived the voice in his mind, he suddenly found that the voice seemed to be somewhat familiar!

"You're a lot like him!"

Who is the "he" in Frost's mouth?

At that time, Qi Lang believed that it was referring to his father, the king of the Zonghao Kingdom that General Dong had sworn allegiance to. But it doesn't seem to make sense, because Qi Lang knows that his appearance is inherited more from his mother, except for the slightly ugly lips, can he judge it based on this alone?

When Frost said the second sentence, Qi Lang felt that his tone was actually a little smoother, as if the language of his homeland was taking over the original territory in his mind. The voice was a little shaky, but it was just as low, and there seemed to be an indescribable sense of authority hidden in it.

Don't......

"When pain destroys your flesh, it's okay to frown your brow, just to remind yourself that you're alive. ”

That was the harshest voice Qi Lang remembered. It was one of the few times he was reprimanded by a kind stranger when he was only eight years old and began his training as a monk. Because of this reprimand, Qi Lang decided to endure the pain like a real man, and decided to start fighting with that weak self like a real warrior.

There seems to be a difference between this voice and Frost's, as the former is firm and fearless, while the latter is full of doubts and fear.

But the quality of their voices was so close—low, heavy that it reached the ears and caused a buzzing reverberation.

They should be different!

Just as Qi Lang forced himself to withdraw from that conjecture, another voice sounded in his head.

"Let the women and children abandon their homeland, I will die in humiliation! Let the warriors throw down their swords, I will die in humiliation! Let the fire burn up the majestic palace, I will die in humiliation!!"

It was a majestic voice, so loud that it was deafening.

Qi Lang clearly remembered that voice, remembered the excitement behind that voice, and remembered the shocking bloody battle that followed!

Qi Lang's memory had already recovered, and he remembered every detail clearly.

He remembered how the warrior raised his sword, he remembered how the warrior threw the shining crown into the moat, and he remembered how the warrior was the first to rush to the front of all the warriors!

Qi Lang remembered the warrior's face. It was a face that didn't match handsomeness, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a wide nose, and thick lips...... It was a face full of fortitude and majesty.

But that Frost!

He hid his face under a steel mask, because he didn't dare to make the traitor's face visible!

"So, they're different!"

Qi Lang jumped up and loudly protested against his conjecture!

He gasped for breath, as if only then that inexplicable conjecture could be expelled from his mind and completely obliterated!

"He should have died, he should have died honorably in battle!!"

Qi Lang had never told himself the news of the warrior's death so solemnly, in fact, he had never believed it, or even dared to think about it. But now, tormented by this terrible conjecture, he felt that it was the result he was most happy to accept.

Pushing open the door and letting the night breeze dry the sweat from his forehead, Qi Lang was still trembling.

There were no stars in the dark night, the bonfire had burned out, there was no light in the four fields, and the dark blue dome above the head hung even lower and more depressing.

How can the resentment in the chest be relieved? I am afraid that the only way to do this is to raise my head and shout at the overwhelming sky.

But Qi Lang couldn't do it.

Because that's a breakdown, it's utter despair.

Take a deep breath, take it a little slower, calm it a little more......

Qi Lang walked out, approaching the thick iron chain on the edge of the arena step by step. He couldn't tell what he wanted to do, it was completely subconscious, and probably the suppressed ego was urging him to jump into the battlefield. Running, perhaps, is a good way to solve the problem, exhausting all his strength, so that he doesn't have to think about it anymore.

However, on a chain as thin as a calf, a helpless figure hung there, unable to move.

It was Dong Hong, and it seemed that he had also encountered the problem of insomnia.

Qi Lang hesitated. It was only at this time that he truly realized Dong Hong's state of mind, but that state of mind was actually something he shouldn't have.

"Are you thinking about that person?"

Qi Lang finally walked up and asked in a calm tone as best he could.

Dong Hong quickly raised his sleeves and wiped them on his face. But in fact, Qi Lang had already seen that the tears on his round face were by no means something that could be wiped clean.

"I want to go to war!" he did not answer Qi Lang's question, but reiterated his willingness to go to war again. His voice was firm, and Qi Lang couldn't hear a trace of choking from it.

"But he's not General Dong, he's not your father!" Qi Lang felt his hairs stand on end when he said these words.

"But that's the sword of loyalty!" Dong Hong turned around slowly, with an inexplicable pathos in his expression, "That's my father's sword!"

Qi Lang looked at Dong Hong and held his breath, trying to control his emotions with this. But he knew that he was too far away from being happy and angry, especially the pain in his eyes that could never be hidden.

"I guess the sword of loyalty...... It's not your family heirloom. ”

Qi Lang was still disappointed with his performance, because he found that his voice was actually a little shaky, but he still persevered.

"That should be the king's commendation, and it was given to you as a tribute to your father's loyalty, am I right?"

Dong Hong couldn't be called a very smart person, but when he heard this, he still figured out what Qi Lang was hinting at in his words. So, he trembled too: "You mean ......"

Qi Lang took a deep breath: "Mr. Zhu Lai has long seen it, and in order to protect the person he wants to protect the most, he didn't reveal the truth. He knew who Frost was, and he knew who the original owner of the Sword of Loyalty was......"

Dong Hong's body began to shake: "That's impossible! You're completely guessing!"

Qi Lang showed a bitter smile: "I regret to inform you that your father, General Dong Hongdong, has died in battle. He died heroically in that battle more than a decade ago, and he fully deserved the name of loyalty, and he was the unworthy master of the sword of loyalty. ”

Qi Lang slowly put his arms on the chain and said to himself, "Frost, what a shameful name......