Osgreen, the second longest river in the Romance world and the second largest river in terms of water flow, as a symbol that crosses the east and west ends of the continent and divides the olive-shaped Romanine continent into two semi-elliptical blocks, it is not only the birthplace of the Romanesque civilization, the mother river, but also the most powerful force in the continent, and the greatest reliance on the prosperity and prosperity of the Oster royal county.

In late spring and early autumn, as hundreds of millions of plants survive the cold winter and begin to bear fruit after spitting out the verdant greenery, the berry orchards along a small tributary of the western Ostein River begin the most delightful harvest season of the year.

On a clear day, in the dazzling sunlight, among a few purple berry trees as thick as two or three Romanes' arms connected and no taller than a man, a tall and thin old man in a pure white linen robe, with a beard and a ruler, picked up plump berries that had fallen to the ground, and a satisfied smile bloomed on his face.

Behind him, a burly middle-aged man wearing a soft and light animal skin half-body armor and a gorgeous cloak in black and red tones, with a majestic and solemn temperament, said angrily with an anxious look, while rubbing the animal skin letterhead in his hand: "... Dios, Holrent in the Northern Continent... The five dukedoms still agreed to send only seventy percent of their troops to join the coalition.

I'm ashamed to be called a romance aristocracy with these mediocre, incompetent, and low-sighted idiots.

Obviously, they have made the current urgent situation clear, and they have also sent henchmen to verify the strength of the otherworldly evil god, but they are still bargaining, unwilling to do their best.

Do they think that after the evil gods defeat the alliance of the lords of the Roman Continent, they will let their territory go? ”

"Calm down. Odog, calm down," straightened up and put a purple berry rich in fructose and juice into his mouth, the white-robed old man turned to look at the burly middle-aged man, shook his head and said, "Anger is of no use except that it will make you lose your judgment.

No matter how fierce the anger in your chest burns, it is impossible to burn even the weakest believer of the otherworldly gods. ”

"Yes, father, you're right, I need to calm down. Under the old man's seemingly soft gaze, there was actually a huge deterrent effect. The middle-aged man took a deep breath, gradually calmed down, and said in a low voice: "Even if those cowardly 'clown lords' of the Northern Continent are unreliable, there are other ways to defeat the evil gods. ”

"The way to defeat the evil gods...", the white-robed old man looked at his eldest son, who had regained his confidence and brightness. There was a strange expression on his face. Spit out the pits of the pits in your mouth. In a slow tone, he said, "In addition to war, what new methods do you plan to use to defeat the powerful god who came from far away from the other world and set foot in the land of Romans to spread his faith?" Odog?"

Secretly surprised by his father, who was known for his strategy, and his attitude towards the evil gods of the other world was always respectful, Odoge hesitated for a moment and said: "The power of that otherworldly god may be very strong, but no matter how powerful a single god is, it is impossible to defeat billions of Romans and conquer our 'world'.

As long as he erases the soil from which he spreads his faith, we can naturally defeat it.

The nobles and warriors who ruled the Roman world have adhered to the traditions and laws of not believing in idols for thousands of years, and even if the gods of the other world have occupied nearly one-third of the land of the Roman continent with intrigue and absorbed hundreds of millions of believers, there are still very few lords and warriors who have converted to him.

His army is made up of former slaves and civilians..."

"Odog, this is the most terrible thing about him!" the white-robed old man suddenly interrupted his son's words, and his face flashed with an extremely sad look, and he almost groaned.

"Father, what did you say, father?" The burly middle-aged man rubbed his eyes and asked in a voice that he had never seen his father who was calm and calm at all times, and he rubbed his eyes and asked in a lost voice.

"Nothing, Odog, go on. The white-robed old man regained his calm demeanor and said as he turned around and continued to pick up the berries on the ground.

Odog realized that the look of powerlessness and pain he saw on his father's face just now was his own delusion, smiled self-deprecatingly, and shook his head vigorously, "Father, I'm so tired these days, it's time to get a good night's sleep."

In this case, I think that since the method used by the gods of the other world to deceive the believers in the Roman is to deceive the slaves and commoners in the name of the lord, then as long as he reveals his true colors to the slaves and commoners, it will also cut off the source of his faith, and it will not be impossible to defeat him. ”

"It's late, Odog," the white-robed old man was silent for a long time, bending down and whispering, "If he had just set foot on the land of 'Roman', no, if he had been vigilant when he had just set foot on the land of 'Roman', if he had been vigilant when he appeared in the other world and bordered our world, it would have been too late, but it would have been too late."

This is a punishment for our arrogance, Odog, our ancestors exterminated other peoples, unified the whole 'world', and named the continents and worlds under their feet after themselves, and such great feats made their children arrogant and conceited.

Legend has it that as early as a year ago, the southern tip of the continent was invaded by the Otherworldly people who piloted a huge luminous ship that could sail in the air, but after defeating those invaders, no one took this matter to heart anymore, we are too arrogant and conceited, Odoge, too arrogant and conceited...", and talked incoherently.

"Father, father, the situation, is the situation really so bad that it is irretrievable?" Odog, who has had almost blind admiration and respect for his father since he was a child, saw the old man's gaffe, his confident face changed drastically, and he asked in horror.

"Even if the gods light it with their own hands, the spark of the stars will be extinguished," the old man whispered through gritted teeth, "but now that the flames have burned half the continent, and there are thousands of new magnates born from slaves and commoners, and with their example, we are now sitting on the crater."

It's just a joke to talk about cutting off the source of the spread of faith among the otherworldly gods.

But just like that, let, the aristocratic lords who rule the vast continent of the entire Roman world and hundreds of millions of people, give up the noble status and rights passed down from generation to generation without resistance, it is also a pipe dream, even if it is a desperate situation, if we try our best to fight, it is not easy to say what the result will be..."

"That's right, father, gather the military strength of all the nobles in the Roman Continent, we may not lose.

By the way, we can also ask for help from other continent lords, the invasion of the faith of the otherworldly gods is a great threat to all Roman rulers.

We will win Father, we will win. Hearing his father's resolute words, Odog regained his courage and said loudly, but he didn't expect the white-robed old man's tone to change, and he said: "But Odog, my dear son, the martial arts and glory of the Roman lord and nobles are important.

But when the situation really collapses beyond redemption, as a descendant of the Oster family, or the survival of the family is more important, do you understand?"

"But father, if you lose your honor and martial honors, is the Oster family still the Oster family?" Stiffened, silent like a puppet for a long time, the burly middle-aged man's dry voice questioned his father's decision for the first time in his life.

The white-robed old man straightened up, took a bite of the fruit in his hand, looked at the eldest son with a calm gaze, and said in a slow whisper: "Odog, when did our Oster family become famous for their martial arts and honors?"

If you ask me, 1,200 years ago, during the Cataclysm, our ancestor, Viscount of the Sword, Master Oster, also asked his father;

Eight hundred and fifty years ago, during the 'Avengers' Rebellion, another ancestor of the House of Auster, the Marquis of Hammer, asked his father the same thing;

And three hundred years ago, when the disaster of dryness befell the mainland, the 'Duke of Doom' Horton Oster..."

"I see, father," comprehending the implicit meaning of the old man's words, Odog took a deep breath of the sweet smell of the orchard and nodded with difficulty, "The Oster family has always been different from other Roman lords, and 'reality' is more important to us than false names.

And this is also the biggest reason why the Oster family came thousands of times to watch the powerful neighbors of countless martial arts heroes perish, but they themselves expanded from a small viscount to a royal domain. ”

"If you understand this, you are already a qualified majesty, Odog," said the white-robed old man with an extremely pleased smile, and carefully held the berries he picked up in both hands, "Do what you should do, I have picked up enough fruits, it is time to plant them." ”

"Yes, father. Odog bowed deeply to his father like a courtier to a monarch, turned and strode out of the berry grove.

As he gradually moved away from the white-robed old man, his posture became more and more steady and full of courage, and when he walked out of the orchard, there was a kind of majesty and momentum that had been in a high position for a long time and was overpowering.

Outside the orchard, thousands of heavy-armored Romance warriors riding beasts with bodies that looked like extinct tyrannosaurus rexes on the earth, with a sharp single horn on their heads, exposed fangs, and a hideous aura, were talking and laughing with each other idlely.

After that, the leader of this group of extremely fierce tyrannosaurus cavalry jumped off the riding beast, strode to Odog's side, bowed respectfully and said, "King." ”

"Asom, pass on my order, the entire territory of the Auster royal lord will be recruited, set up camp in the Oster Green River, and wait for the response of the continental noble alliance. Squinting his eyes at the loyal Praetorian Guard commander on his left, King Oster gave a decisive and concise order, jumped on a one-horned tyrannosaurus that was a full circle larger than ordinary riding beasts brought by his personal guard, and headed straight for the mighty river in the distance... (To be continued......)