Main Text Chapter 987: The Ghost of Dawn (9)

The moment the flames rose, it affected the entire palace, but even under the terrifying height of the rising flames, the area where Zhao Nan was located was safe and sound. ;

Not to mention being devoured by the flames, even the temperature was normal... However, looking at the palace slowly incinerated into ashes under the flames, the old king was convinced that all this was not an illusion.

Nordo Palace! This family's glory, which had been passed down to him for many generations, was now burned to the ground before his eyes.

The old king's eyes shed tears of humiliation, looking at the culprit who caused all this with endless hatred. At this time, pairs of eyes with hatred also focused on Zhao Nan.

From this group of royal family members, men, women and children.

If he had a weapon in his hand, he would probably rush forward directly, right? Zhao Nan bore the hatred in his eyes indifferently, while over there, Iverson's face was filled with a cruel smile.

Even if I didn't do it with my own hands, it is a spiritual enjoyment to see the Nordo royal family being so miserable... However, the broken sword and the broken blade inserted into the imperial city... were being transplanted. , he began to feel strange in his heart.

According to records, this seems to be almost 90% similar to the natal battle doll of a certain city lord of Pompeii. Zhao Nan once told him that he promised someone to take revenge on the Nordo Kingdom.

Could it be that, besides himself, there was also a great scholar in Pompeii who also escaped the original disaster?

"Don't think about so many things you can't imagine." Unexpectedly, Zhao Nan said suddenly at this time: "Your wisdom is limited. Just show it to me."

Iverson was shocked... This man really knew exactly what he was thinking! At this time, Neut, who was standing silently behind Zhao Nan, glanced at Iverson gently and thought: It's more than just seeing through. If you don't notice it, even your own thoughts will be guided invisibly.

His master... is becoming stronger day by day, and seems to have entered a period of rapid growth, as if there is no end!

The small world is already like this, Noit can't imagine it. After the small world completes its transformation into the realm of God, who else in the world can compete with this new master.

Probably, there is only this world...the Creator of all this, right? Neut secretly made a terrifying guess.

"Don't think about things that are real or not." Zhao Nan suddenly said the same sentence.

Noit suddenly felt a chill running through his body. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at it again.

Suddenly, an exclamation came out. It was a white-haired old man from a group of scholars wearing black robes. He glared at Iverson next to Zhao Nan, "I recognize you! You are the same person who used to be there several times back then. The traitor who invaded the royal city for the first time!”

Hear the words. Iverson was immediately furious. If his body had not been controlled and he could not react much, he would have jumped out at this moment, pointed at the back of this rebellious person, and scolded him fiercely... no matter what he said, Iverson, as the most outstanding scholar in Pompeii at that time, was also an ancestor of this group of people. He was scolded by his own children and grandchildren. How can this be tolerated?

Zhao Nan gave Iverson a playful look at this time and found it quite interesting.

He does almost anything for revenge. He even transformed his body into a magic tool, but in the end, a group of backers regarded him as a traitor.

Things are actually quite simple. At that time, Nordo plundered many residents of Pompeii. Let them continue to reproduce, take away their children, and use threats to force scholars to teach their descendants magic techniques, but they cannot reveal their identities. for a long time. The scholar race has been taught to become a race that exists specifically to attach itself to the Nordor royal family.

The final work has become the ultimate weapon that the royal family spent countless efforts to create. Iverson, on the other hand, was vilified by the Nordo royal family and turned into someone who attempted to steal the final work and betray the royal family. An ungrateful and evil person who attempts to become king and hegemony himself.

Iverson invaded the royal city several times back then, but due to the many forbidden circuits buried in the royal city, he was unable to exert his strength as a half-magic person. He narrowly escaped death several times. In the face of accusations, no one wanted to analyze him. No matter how hard it is, I can't tell you the pain, and in the end I can only run away sadly.

Because he found it interesting, Zhao Nan ignored the old man's angry words and waved his hand to silence him. Instead, he looked at the old king of the Nord country and chuckled: "I'm thinking, what if I also kill you?" If your people have made Pompeii look like it was, will your descendants also accuse you of being a traitor in a few decades?"

"I don't know what you are talking about!" The old king's face changed slightly, but he dropped his harsh words, "Kill if you want! The people of my clan are greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"There is a woman over there. She seems to have been pregnant for several months, right? I don't know if the baby is a girl or a boy?" Zhao Nan was still indifferent: "How old is this one here? It seems worth cultivating...anyway He will not remember what happened today, more than ten years later, or become a loyal servant... Oh, by the way, are there any of your grandchildren or anything like that?"

The old king's face turned pale at this moment... This is the most insidious threat in the world! At this moment, he was confused and thought about the words in the other party's words... He felt cold all over!

The most terrifying thing is not the torture of the body, but the speech that is like a homely greeting. It is creating a picture of despair like looking up at heaven in hell, which almost makes people's mind collapse!

"You... What on earth can you do to let us go."

Like powerlessness, the old king could not raise any resistance at all in just a few words of conversation.

"Give the truth to these enslaved guys." Zhao Nan pointed to the many scholars on the other side: "Tell them who is the traitor and who is their enemy. Don't think too much, in fact, you have no choice at all... Whether to let your descendants curse your grave forever, or to seek a quick death, choose for yourself."

The old king's lips trembled slightly several times, and he wanted to speak, but he had to purse his lips. He glanced at the huge tribes behind him with grief.

In order to strengthen his country and perfect the last work of Pompeii, he has been cautious since he took the throne. He did not even take the initiative to attack or expand his territory. He did not even investigate the inexplicable traitors of his chosen city... Even when the sea tribe invaded, the first thing he thought of was not resistance, but to contribute his territory and surrender to the sea tribe unconditionally on the condition of retaining his rule!

Everything was just for patience, patience for the completion of the last work... waiting for the moment to take back everything!

However, this waiting has completely missed the opportunity.

The old king was in tears, and with his hoarse voice, he slowly reproduced the true history of the kingdom and Pompeii in front of the descendants of this group of scholars.

The raging fire was still boiling, and an unprecedented collapse of faith and anger gradually emerged in the descendants of this group of scholars.

Cursing, roaring, madness, loss of consciousness, sobbing, trembling, numbness, self-mockery... pale.

Facing the voices and eyes of many scholars and descendants, when the story was about to end, the old king of Nordo became clear-eyed.

At this moment, his body seemed to be rejuvenated with unprecedented vitality. Under Zhao Nan's perception, there was a flame of will in the heart of the old king, and at this moment, it was rising like a bonfire that had just been lit!

"Oh? There are really all kinds of things in the world." Zhao Nan looked at the old king in surprise. This old guy actually started to escape at this time... With this legendary level of only 69 levels, with this body like a candle in the wind! And it was a separate escape, and the speed was extremely fast. Even at the moment of escaping, he was also pinning his will.

Moreover, this was an emotion that made Zhao Nan feel very familiar... He hated his own powerlessness, was unwilling to be controlled by others and was powerless, and wanted to resist all the oppression.

He also walked the path of his own rebellion when he entered.

At this time, the influence of dominance as a tyrannical domination appeared. What is tyranny? That is to dominate everything, and there can be no resistance.

How could Zhao Nan allow another person in the world to have a will power similar to his own? Although even if the old king could really develop his will, he would not dominate tyrannically, but in Zhao Nan's eyes, this kind of will of similar nature was like a crack on a perfect mirror, which was unbearable.

With a cold snort, like a thunderbolt, the old king's will that was gathering was instantly shaken and disintegrated. This cold snort even shocked his soul and reached the depths... In this life, he could no longer gather his will.

The old king spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes did not hide his resentment at all... He understood that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was ruined in this man's hands at this moment.

Zhao Nan stood up with some boredom, "I won't kill you. But from today on, the name of Nordo will no longer exist in the Paradise World, whether it is the name of the principality or the name of the city! It is not allowed to appear in history books! There is no Nordo royal family! And you, will exist as slaves... Become slaves of this group of scholars."

Said, Zhao Nan turned his head and glanced at all the descendants of scholars: "You have avenged Pompeii for me, and I need you to work for me next. If you don't want to, then forget everything and live your life as an ordinary person!"

How to choose?

Iverson took a deep breath... Did all the benefits of that historical grudge end up in the hands of this man? (To be continued, please search for Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!