Craster pulled out the short sword at his waist, a precious sword that symbolized royal power, and was said to have been left from ancient times. The quaint style is not luxurious at all, but the sharpness is still amazing after countless years, and legend has it that the sword once killed a dragon, hence the name of the sword - Dragon Thorn.

Craster has worn this sword since the day he ascended the throne, but he has not used it once, and the power in his hands is so great that he does not have to kill people himself, and he can decide the life and death of countless people with a simple spit out. However, at this time, he had lost everything, and the only thing he could control was this sword.

He grasped the hilt of the sword with his backhand and aimed the sharp tip of the sword at his throat, as long as it was a light, all this trouble and anger could be brought to an end, and all the power and feats were just a passing moment...... Craster slowly closed his eyes, his hands trembling slightly, and he was about to stab his sword into his throat.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from behind him: "It's a pity that you gave up like this." In the quiet of the King's bedchamber, the sudden sound was more powerful than a thunderbolt, though it was not loud in itself.

Craster was so frightened that the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. He hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see an old man in a black robe standing behind the door not far away, staring at his every move like a torch, and the two gazes were like lightning across the sky, giving people a strange feeling of being pierced.

Crast was horrified in his heart, when did such a person come to this deep palace, looking at this old man's appearance, I am afraid that he is not young, his face is wrinkled like dead tree bark, and only a few gray hairs are still attached to his bare head, how did such an old man get here?

Craster's voice trembled and asked, "You...... You...... Who is it? How do you ......? Coming in?"

The black-robed old man replied with a blank face, "I am here to rescue you, Your Majesty. ”

Krast didn't believe in these nonsense at all, his first thought was that this man must have been sent by the Holy Cult Army, and only those religious fanatics would engage in these tricks. He hurriedly picked up the sword on the ground, held the hilt tightly, and said in a loud voice: "I don't care who you are, it is a capital crime to dare to break into the palace without permission......!"

He was about to call the guards loudly, when he saw the old man snort coldly, and a cloud of black smoke emitted from the old man's body, and the whole room suddenly darkened. As the light in the room dimmed, Craster's voice suddenly became like a mosquito, and no matter how hard he screamed, it was only a mosquito-like buzz.

Craster was so frightened by this strange sight that he broke out in a cold sweat, and the thought of seeking death suddenly vanished, and he looked at this strange person in horror, and a sincere fear was born in his heart. The breath on the old man's body seemed to come from the depths of hell, and there was no anger at all, only a cold breath of death.

The old man stretched out a finger and pointed lightly at Krast, and a cloud of black smoke rushed towards him, and soon enveloped him in a group, and it was impossible to even move.

Craster trembled with fear, he had never been so scared since he was a child, this fear even exceeded the fear of death, he did not know how the old man did it, and he would never want to face this man again if it was possible.

"Now listen to me quietly, my Majesty the King. The old man said in a voice without any emotion, "I know what you are facing now, you want to kill yourself to end this." Unfortunately you are wrong, death is not the end, it is just the beginning. ”

"I ...... I...... Don't want to hear that...... You...... You ...... go," Craster said with a twitch in his teeth, and he didn't know why, but his whole body trembled terribly.

The old man ignored Krast's faint protest and continued: "You were the most powerful king on the continent, but now you have fallen into such a field, do you know why?"

Craster shuddered and said, "No...... No...... I don't know...... I also...... Don't want to ......"

"I'll tell you, it's because of one person. No, it should be said that it is because of a dragon, and it is because of him that you have such a tragic end. How sad it is for the most powerful king to be driven to suicide, and it's a pity that you don't know anything about the truth. The old man said.

"What...... "Craster thought that the old man must be a madman, and he spoke completely incoherently.

"It's Savan, the founder of the Holy Cult Army, the one who disturbs the continent!" the old man's voice suddenly became stern, and it was no longer as lifeless as before, which made Craster feel that the other party still had the smell of people.

Hearing the old man's words, Craster was stunned for a moment, he admitted that the controller of the Holy Cult Army was indeed the number one person, but he had never regarded this person as his worst enemy, and even now, he thought that the heavens were deliberately against him, otherwise no one would be able to defeat the most powerful king on the continent.

However, when the old man said that Savyn was his worst enemy, Craster fell into deep thought, and although there were still many things that he could not understand, all things felt much more real when the blame could be attributed to a specific person. Craster was quick to accept the argument, yes, everything must have a reason, and that was the reason for Samhain.

Crast's heart suddenly swelled with great anger, with a concrete object, all his emotions seemed to find an outlet at once, anger was like a flood breaking through the sluice, rolling up huge waves and rushing in his mind.

"It's him, no wonder I'm being calculated everywhere!" Craster roared angrily, completely forgetting that he had started the war in the first place, as if he were the victim.

"If you kill yourself, the happiest person must be Savan. Are you willing to make a joke of your own death?" the old man continued to fan Craster's anger.

"No!" Clast shouted hysterically, "I want revenge! I want to kill him! Kill the Holy Army!" Clast's eyes were instantly covered with bloodshots, making one wonder if his eyeballs would burst open suddenly.

Looking at Krast's almost crazy appearance, the old man nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, kill him, kill everyone!" I can help you do it, you will be the ruler of the earth, and anyone who stands in your way can be killed." ”

"Can you help me?" asked Kraster, staring at red eyes.

"Of course. Sawan was able to rely on the Magic Guild to support him today, and with me helping you, the Magic Guild is not worth mentioning at all. The old man said with an oath.

Craster hesitated, the old man was talking too much, which made people wonder. Although the current Krast was almost mad with anger, he had not completely lost his mind, at least he had to see that the other party had such strength. "How can you help me?" said Craster.

"Hey, that's easy. The old man sneered and stretched out his right hand to Craster, and a black shadow erupted from the old man's palm, enveloping Craster's face.

"Ahh

Cold sweat continued to slide down Krast's cheeks like a stream, and in the haze he saw countless figures coming out of the darkness, and soon turned into an endless sea of people, slowly walking towards him, and then kneeling in front of him, letting out a huge roar like a mountain and a tsunami.

Craster was deeply shocked, such a lineup, such a momentum, I am afraid that the army of the whole continent will not be able to reach such a scale, is this real or dream...... The trance-dazed Kraster gradually felt that the great pain was torturing him and at the same time giving him strength, a power that no one could reach, a power from the darkness!

(End of chapter)