"Storm God, please don't give up on me," Yolun Of Silla said anxiously. "I still have a chance. I can sacrifice more things to you."
"What chance do you have?" the Storm God mocked.
"As long as you help me, I can end the long night and save the world. I know the story of Yasuo, Yahai, and Lahlo.
If I kill the King of Strange Ghosts, I will be the savior, and you will become a god like Lahlo!
Your church will be like the Red God Temple, spread all over the world and have millions of followers. "Yolun Of Silla quickly made a wish.
"You are insulting me!" The Storm God was angry. "Lahlo, that idiot, first lost the Song of Fire, and now lost the Song of Light.
First, he was defeated by Bellerion, and now he was defeated by Danny and Rize. The same story keeps repeating.
Now, he can't even keep his position as a true god. You want me to become him. Do you want to learn from Bellerion and usurp my position? "
"There are many followers of the Red God!" Yolun Of Silla said awkwardly.
"A true god needs followers? As my Son of God, don't you know my doctrine? "the Storm God mocked.
The doctrine of the Storm God was to torture his followers and set traps to lead the Iron Seed to destruction.
"You said that saving the world will earn you a reward from the origin of the universe. The reason why Lahlo spared no effort to carry out the 'Asha Prophecy' is to become the savior again. When I end the long night, you can take his reward. "
In order to survive, You Lun spoke without thinking.
The Storm God sneered. "Are you joking? The Iron Seed that saves the world is still an Iron Seed? The Iron Seed should burn, kill, and rob, and do all kinds of evil.
Saving the world is a serious matter, and it is not your turn. It is also contrary to the teachings of me and the stinky fishes.
The night is long, and danger is everywhere. We, the Iron Seeds, will add insult to injury, and make this world even darker and more dangerous! "
"I can," You Lun quickly said. "Making the world darker and more dangerous is my specialty!"
"Hehe, as long as the Iron Seed is alive, I will not be alone. Now, I just want to see you walk towards destruction. Your brother Victarion might be able to inherit your legacy. "The God of Storms chuckled.
"F * ck you, f * ck your old grave! You bastard, I'll wait for you in the seven levels of hell! "
Just like those Iron Seeds who had been lured by the Storm God and eventually abandoned, King Yourun cursed the Storm God in the last moments of his life.
And the more he, the more, the more the Storm God, in the sky, the happier he was.
Sacrifice sacrifice sacrifice's's's's's' ''s, sacrifice's sacrifice.
In the end, they would all have one last sacrifice: sacrificing themselves to the god that they had believed in all their lives.
At this moment, King Yourun was using his own despair, anger, and fear to please his Lord God, according to the Storm God's expectations.
"Long live the Storm God!"
"God of Storms, bless us!"
"Long live Yolun Of Silla!"
"Storm God, clean up the corpses."
"Oh Storm God, you are the savior of the long night!"
You Lun was venting the last emotions in his life. Suddenly, the hundreds of Tiemin on the sleighs and snowy horses turned around excitedly, waving their arms and cheering loudly.
He turned around in confusion and was shocked to see a huge grayish-black wind pillar a few hundred meters away.
The tornado wriggled left and right on the snowfield like a smart vacuum cleaner that followed scraps of paper, sucking the ghouls on the snow into its stomach one after another.
Could it be that the Storm God's mouth was full of righteousness?
While Yolun Of Silla was pleasantly surprised, the God of Storm's furious roar came from above his head. "How dare you, a mere mortal, steal my wind! Ah, it's the Song of Wind, the Realm of Wind! Damn it, my God of Storm is losing power!"
"No … I'm a true god, the God of Storms. How can my control over the wind element be worse than a mortal?!"
As the Storm God wailed, Yolun Of Silla saw that the whirlwind above his head had disappeared.
No, it didn't disappear. Instead, it drifted backward bit by bit and finally merged with the tornado that was wreaking havoc on the earth.
It was like a star that shone brilliantly, magnificent and sacred, nourishing the entire galaxy, but once it encountered a black hole, it would still be devoured like the thick smoke under a range hood.
"Song of Wind …" Yolun Of Silla was stunned for a moment before realization dawned upon him. "The Dragon Queen is here."
"Long live the Dragon Queen!" He was excited and wanted to shout like this, but his rationality told him that it was not a good thing to meet the Dragon Queen here and now.
The result was worse than he had expected.
The tornado behind him suddenly sped up and scraped across the ground like a razor, scraping away the ghouls on the snow and also harvesting Tiemin, who went from cheering to being shocked.
Yolun Of Silla felt that the world was spinning. After a while, a trace of coldness flashed across his arms and legs. The intense pain came late but was unusually strong. Like a tsunami, it drowned Yolun Of Silla in an instant. His consciousness went black and he fainted.
Before he fainted, he seemed to hear the Dragon Queen shouting with spiritual waves: Hey, Wind Demon, where are you going?!
Wind Demon? Could it be the God of Storm?
This was the last thought he had before he woke up.
When he woke up again, his first thought was not where am I? What happened to me?
Instead, why is this child in front of me looking at me so fiercely?
Then came the dull pain and powerlessness from his four limbs. King Youlun discovered to his horror that he could no longer feel his arms and legs.
He tilted his head and looked left and right. He seemed to be in a leaky thatched stable.
He was lying on a pile of moldy and damp grass. His shoulders should have been a pair of strong and powerful arms, but now they were wrapped in bloodstained linen.
There was also the familiar smell of herbs and blood that drifted to the tip of her nose.
Sure enough, his arms had been chopped off, and his legs, which had lost all feeling, were also gone.
"Aowuu ~ ~ ~" Unprecedented despair assaulted his heart. King Yourun wailed and cursed, "Daenerys, you hypocritical Holy Mother, true devil, give me back —"
"Pa!" The child kicked him in the mouth, interrupting his howling.
Yolun Of Silla turned his head. His eyes were vicious, and his mouth was chanting an evil spell. But the next moment, as if a sharp axe had struck his brain, the sharp pain made him groan.
The wizard's magic power disappeared again, and the divine power that belonged to the priest of the God of Storm also dried up. His mind was like a dry land that had not rained for ten years, and he could not even gather his spiritual power.
After a while, Yolun Of Silla regained his breath and asked the only child who accompanied him in the straw shed, "Who are you?"
"Bang!" The child heard this, and his eyes were filled with resentment. He kicked Yolun Of Silla's temple again with red eyes.
Yolun Of Silla's expression was ferocious, and his eyes were like knives that could pierce through the child's forehead, throat, and heart … Then his vicious expression froze on his face, and he said in surprise and doubt, "This is the Longtable Castle? Are you Tanya's son? "
The boy was about eight or nine years old. He had black hair and black eyes, and his lips were slightly thick. He looked like his old lover.
Seeing the family emblem on the child's black velvet coat with golden edges, Yolun Of Silla confirmed his guess.
It was the emblem of the Marreweis family: a golden sign of abundance on a black background, with apples, carrots, plums, onions, leeks, turnips, and other colorful fruits and vegetables.
"You killed my father and insulted my mother," the child complained with a sobbing tone.
You Of Silla Of Silla's eyes flashed, and he said softly, "Danny Rize is lying to you. She killed your parents. I was lovers with your mother, and your father was good friends with me. They are my right-hand men. Why would I harm them?"
"You are lying." Count Marreweis kicked Yolun Of Silla Of Silla again.
"I am not lying, really." Yolun Of Silla Of Silla arched his body like a cocoon and looked out of the door. He saw that the soldiers and servants were busy.
"Where did Danny Liz go? Before she comes back, ask someone to send me to — "Yolun Of Silla hesitated." Send me to the High Court with a sleigh first. Danny Lilith didn't go to the High Court, did she? "
"I've been hunting ghouls for the past few days. I just came back." Danny smiled as she walked into the stable.
"Greetings, Your Majesty the Queen." The young count hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face and trotted over to salute skillfully.
Yolun Of Silla opened his eyes wide and stared blankly for a moment. He then said bitterly, "What do you want?"
Danny took off her helmet and held it in her left hand. Her silver braid hung over her blue breastplate. She smiled at the young count before looking at You Lun and said, "Other than a fair and just trial, what else can we do?"
"You cut off my limbs before the trial." Yolun Of Silla asked with hatred.
"You should be glad that other than you, the other Tiemin were all cut into pieces." Danny had a smile on her face, but her words were unusually cold.
Yolun Of Silla had originally intended to ask for "the treatment of a noble captive," but after hearing this and seeing the Dragon Queen's attitude, he understood that today would not be the same as the first time they had met in the Sea of Sorrow, where he would not receive a chance for redemption.
Having given up on struggling to survive, his attitude also became casual.
He smiled maliciously at the young count and said, "Do you know how your mother died? I sent that bitch to the barracks, and thousands of men … "
"Bang!" Danny's silver iron boots, which were stained with mud, slammed into Yolun Of Silla's penis.
"Ouch ~ ~ ~" You Lun's pale scarred face turned red.
"Be honest, you only have one ending, but there are thousands of ways to make you die."
After that, Danny called over a few knights and stuffed You Lun into a wooden box with straw mats. She did not even close the lid and directly carried it out of the shed.
The knights and the servants outside the straw shed looked at You Lun with eyes full of hatred.
Yolun Of Silla, on the other hand, was very calm. He did not care about their attitudes at all and only turned his head to observe his surroundings.
Contrary to his expectations, they were not in the Longtable Castle. This was a snowy plain full of messy footprints. There were only a few rows of straw huts that were mostly covered in snow. They seemed to be abandoned horse huts.
It was snowing, but a small sun illuminated the surrounding few kilometers.
Civilians wearing tattered leather jackets pushed sleighs and picked up pieces of meat from the snow and placed them in bamboo baskets on the sleighs. Further away, a group of knights were patrolling the surroundings on horseback.
You Lun gradually understood that this was the battlefield where they encountered the ghouls. It was in the territory of the Maryves family. The Dragon Queen called the soldiers and civilians of the Longtable Castle to clean up the battlefield.
"Hehe, you also have a day like this." When the knights placed You Lun on a sleigh, he heard the familiar carefree laughter.
"Irén? You're not dead yet. "You Lun was surprised.
He turned his head, but the wooden box blocked his vision.
"Why do you think you became a human swine?" Irén laughed viciously.
"What do you mean?" You Lun said coldly.
"It's because Danny Alice saw us in the storm that she angrily cut off your limbs. The medicine that was used to treat your injuries was even concocted by you. "Irén laughed.
You Lun's expression changed a few times. He asked, "You're not dead? What about Haiya and Margaery? "
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