The late Earl Hauss — regardless of whether it was his father or his son, the word "late" could be used anyway. There was no difference — did not know that there was a very small part of their bloodline that came from a very famous hero.
A hero full of tragic colors.
This hero was born in a small declining country. It was located next to a powerful country, and on the other side was a powerful foreign race.
At that time, it was the early stage of the era of the great development of mankind. With the opening up of new lands under the leadership of the human gods, the war within mankind was also quite fierce. Many large and small countries — in that era, the aristocratic system had not yet been established. Many of them could only be regarded as the territories of viscounts or even barons to the later generations, but they also boasted of being independent kingdoms — appeared one after another and then disappeared. The flames of war never stopped burning. Steel and blood raged on the earth.
In that era, being weak was a sin. The strong were as greedy and fierce as hungry wolves, and then they were devoured by even stronger people like hungry tigers. Even the commoners had to learn some fighting skills. Once a knight was left alone, those seemingly honest and dutiful farmers would turn into ferocious gangsters in the blink of an eye, killing them and robbing them of all their wealth.
And that hero's country was precisely guilty of this "sin."
From the time he was born, his country was in a precarious situation. Before he came of age, his father, the king at that time, was forced to take part in a war that was of no benefit to them. Although the war was won, the king died in the war. It was said that the cause of his death was very suspicious. The fatal poisoned arrow was more than 80% likely to have come from a friendly army.
After the king's death, another king paid them a "friendly" visit and expressed his willingness to marry the king's widow, so that the two countries could peacefully unite as one.
On the surface, the young prince acted as if nothing had happened, but he suddenly launched an attack at the banquet where the guests were being entertained. He poisoned the food and cooperated with the elite troops to launch a surprise attack and captured the king, who wanted to take advantage of the situation, as well as the knights under his command, in one fell swoop. And he acted very quickly. He set off for his neighbor's territory overnight. On the third day, he had already announced his marriage to the king's daughter and completed the merger of the two territories.
As for the king's son … there was no record of him in the history books since then, as if he had been forgotten.
The next few decades were filled with conspiracies and wars. Blood and sorrow interweaved in these years. To future generations, it was just a page in a history book, a few epics, or even a few chapters in a certain epic. But to the young king, it was his entire life.
In order to protect and strengthen his country, he exhausted all his efforts and displayed his ingenious skills and vicious schemes, which were admired and learned by later generations. In the end, when he was old, his country was already quite powerful. At first, it was about the equivalent of a baron's territory, but it had developed to the point where it surpassed many marquises' territories.
However, at this moment, fate played a little joke on him. A few powerful legendary monsters had started a war in his capital, and the once prosperous capital was reduced to ruins in just a few hours. The king who tried to negotiate with the monsters died like a stray dog by the roadside, and the bodies of his loyal knights were scattered all over the place.
As the news spread, the country collapsed, and there was no further news.
If this had happened on Earth, the story would have almost ended here. However, in a world where there were gods and demons, souls and the netherworld, there was a continuation to this story.
The dead king became the Holy Spirit of the God of Royalty, and later, after the God of Aristocracy replaced the God of Royalty, he also became the Holy Spirit of the God of Aristocracy.
The continuation of the story ended here. As for how future generations would study the life of this king, how the great aristocrats of later generations would use his deeds to educate their children, and how the ambitious people of later generations would use his name and descendants to stir up trouble, these were all insignificant.
The only noteworthy thing was that among his descendants, there was a bloodline that, after several twists and turns, finally took advantage of the opportunity of the human's great western expansion to climb to a high position again, and became one of the founding nobles of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins — one of the nine Earls.
This descendant of the surname Hauss was good at training horses. His territory produced fine warhorses, and he himself liked to compete in horse riding, so he was given the title "Good Horse."
Holy Spirits were different from Oracles. In essence, they were already very close to gods. If they wanted to enter the human world, they had to suppress their power to almost nothing. In this form, the only thing that could be used was wisdom. However, wisdom was not useful most of the time, or it could be said that it was not that useful. Without power, it was still inconvenient. Under such circumstances, Holy Spirits would often choose to possess a descendant that was related to them by blood, so as to bypass the restrictions that the main position had on themselves, and more or less, they could exert some of their power.
Just like how the founding monarch of the Red Moon Dynasty chose to possess the "Flower of Ilo," Sophie Red Moon, that ancient king chose to possess the contemporary Earl of "Good Horse," Deccan Hauss.
At the time of his possession, Deccan Hauss was only the son of the previous Earl, and had not yet inherited the Earl's position. This young man's talent was only average, and he had always been honest and dutiful. Other than his love for horsemanship competitions, there was nothing special about him. But after being possessed by the ancient Holy Spirit, he immediately underwent earth-shaking changes … Everything that followed was due to this change.
This change caused a lot of things, and among these things, the changes of the Hauss family, as well as the possible decline in the future, were just trivial matters.
Early the next morning, before the sky had even brightened, the troops set off.
From the original team of more than two hundred people, there were now only about one hundred and twenty people left. The rest of the people were naturally already dead. Some of them were executed by Earl Hauss because they could not bring themselves to carry out a massacre, and the others had died in the fierce battle not long ago.
That battle was extremely dangerous. Even if they had relied on ingenious means to set up an ambush, it was not easy for less than two hundred people to fight against more than three hundred people. So at the beginning of the battle, Earl Hauss displayed the strength of the legendary level. With just one blow, he killed the other party's leader, a high-level ranger, as well as several officers and more than a dozen of the best warriors.
Even though he was suppressed by the Main Plane after this blow, in order to ensure victory, he still danced on the tip of a knife cleverly and resolutely, striking several times in a row. Not only did he completely defeat the high-speed mobility troops of the merchant party, but he also tried his best to preserve the combat power of his own side.
For this, the price he paid was to suffer the punishment from the heavens — the punishment power from the enchantment of the Main Plane. Even though it was not serious enough to cause the Heavenly Thunder to fall, the power of the heavens' punishment was definitely not something he could withstand. Even though he could still walk and talk as usual now, in fact, he was in severe pain at all times. The most frightening thing was that his soul was also constantly being weakened. If this went on, it would not be long before he completely dissipated and no longer existed.
But he did not care. He had lived from the Great Development Era until now. He had lived for far too long, so long that he was a little impatient. Completely dying and turning into ashes might be frightening to others, but to him, it was actually nothing.
Even the great God of Royalty had fallen. What was a mere Holy Spirit to him?
He felt that it was worth it to die for the great cause of the human gods.
Besides … he had already arranged a plan. Even his "death" itself was part of the plan and could be used.
Of course, this high-speed mobility troop, whose hands were stained with blood, had also been arranged by him long ago. They would die together with him at the right time.
After all … it was all a "necessary price."
But he did not know that his various plans had long been seen by the God of War.
Whether his plan would succeed or not was actually still unknown.
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