Chapter 579: plot
In the Thracian palace, there is a heavily guarded hall with an altar in it, which is used to worship the ancestors of Thrace. Legend has it that in order to prevent people from getting their corpses, they used evil methods, but when the Thracian royal family was directly related, the corpses were transported here after death, and after sacrifice and purification, they were placed under the altar.
This hall does not rely on all sides, and its location is independent. In addition to the royal children who are specially responsible for guarding it, whether it is soldiers or servants, even those high-ranking palace guards and even officials and nobles, let alone approaching it without authorization, even if they just look at it a few times, they will cause trouble. . Those with higher identities are better, they will only be arrested and reviewed, and then warned, and the more serious ones are to be banned from entering the palace; those with lower identities are miserable, basically without interrogation, they will be dragged out and beheaded. , which makes absolutely no sense.
At this moment, in the vast hall under the main hall, Richard, the contemporary king of Thrace, is discussing important matters with two legendary powerhouses.
"You made a wise decision." The gray-haired, looking very old, only Owens Pieduc, who flashed a bit of vigor in his eyes from time to time, nodded and said, "There is no shame in retreating in the face of danger. As a king, a temporary failure is nothing, not worth the risk."
He has always said this. Although he is the most famous heavy-armed warrior in the mainland and has trained a world-famous iron army, Owens "Shield Mountain" is essentially a cautious person. If he can take risks, he will not take risks.
One of the Owens family's family motto is "if you can defend, don't attack, because attacking is always more difficult than defending, and it is easier to reveal flaws."
Richard gave a wry smile and said, "Actually, I really wanted to rush out with the elite of the Praetorian Guards and fight them to the death. After so many years of the founding of Thrace, the last time I was beaten to my door was the principality. What about the times!"
With that said, he turned his head to look at the Frost Sword Saint: "However, Lord Heinrich stopped me."
The first-generation Duke of Pieduc raised his brows and looked at his old friend: "I see! Fortunately, you are here!"
"Of course I will stop him." Juggernaut said in his usual tone without cadence, "That group of people is of unknown origin, and their strength is extraordinary. Although they may not lose in a fight, if they do everything to entangle me, it is very likely that I can't protect Your Majesty. It's not worth the risk."
"Yes, this risk is not worth taking!" Owens nodded. "Even if you win, you can't change the result of being attacked directly into Thrace City. If you lose, let alone - if it is In my case, I probably won't even send the Imperial Guards, just open the protective formation and let them toss about it."
"I think you've got to test them out," Richard explained. "Those praetorian guards are actually a cover, and the key is to hide some officers who had participated in the first battle of Norma. Their mission. It's just careful observation, and they did bring me an important piece of information."
"What information?"
"This group of people is not without background. They are the group of people who attacked our Thracian army camp led by Sir Henry during the first battle of Norma!" Richard said in a deep voice, "and the last time In comparison, their number has been greatly reduced, but their strength has increased significantly. In just a few short years, they have become much stronger."
"Shield Mountain" frowned and asked, "I remember the intelligence said that last time they had one hundred, sixty or seventy people, right?"
"After discussion and piecing together by soldiers and officers, a total of 171 different attackers were discovered."
"So what about this time?"
"Thirty-four people—if that black dragon counts as one."
The old general who participated in the establishment of the Thracian Kingdom pondered for a while and asked, "Where do you think the 137 people they lost have gone?"
"Probably died," replied the swordsman who had been his colleague from a long time ago, but looked younger than his son, "When they attacked our army camp, they died a lot on the spot. , and other losses over the years... If you want to grow from the strength at the beginning to the strength that you can take my sword and not die, it is impossible without enough tempering and fighting in the middle. Thirty-four people can leave behind, which is already an astonishing proportion."
He paused and said, "In my opinion, these thirty-four have the possibility of stepping into a legend."
Owens Pieduc's face changed greatly, and even his voice lost his composure: "Legend?! They all have the possibility of stepping into the legend?!"
"Yes, these people have extraordinary strength. The most terrifying thing is that they have used some special means - means beyond the limit of mortals." The swordsman said, "Although their strength has not really stepped into the legendary level. , even far from the legendary level. But I can say with certainty that they have found their way to the legendary, as long as they keep working hard and don't die before the end of the road, each of them has a great The hope of - it can even be said to be able to step into the legendary realm."
Owens frowned and turned his head subconsciously to his side.
Beside them, there was an ice coffin braving the cold air. Inside the ice coffin lay the great king who fought side by side with them and established this country.
His best friend, most reliable brother.
After a long time, he slowly said: "You can't let them grow up, no matter how much you pay, you must kill them before they step into the legendary realm!"
"I think so too." Richard said, "Even if they fall two-thirds of the way to the legend, there will be more than ten people left. More than ten legendary powerhouses who are malicious to us... ...that was a nightmare!"
"So we have to find a way to find them, and then force them to start a desperate battle if they can't retreat." The Frost Sword Saint said coldly, "When the time comes, I will act as an assassin."
Richard sighed: "It's a pity that Alan Wenner was seriously injured and unconscious. If he can recover, our confidence will be even greater."
"Actually... as long as they don't step into the legend, they can be drowned by crowd tactics." The legendary powerhouse with the name "Shield Mountain" said in a deep voice, "I remember there is a secret medicine that can make soldiers in After a period of time, I lost the sense of fear, and even if I faced the sea of fire, I could rush in without hesitation..."
"That medicine, we don't have it."
"But it should be found."
"It's not a good idea to deal with guys who have that kind of medicine," said the Frost Swordsman. "They are ghosts hiding in the ground, ghosts that haunt late at night, and dirty things that desecrate the dead. Aside from the wriggling maggots, there are only conspiracies in his mind."
"They can bring us that medicine," Owens Pieduts said. "That's enough."
The three were silent for a long time, and Richard sighed: "I will send someone to find and contact them - I hope the conditions they offer will not be too dirty and disgusting..."