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The yellowed and cracked paper was densely packed with text, but in the corner of the blank, there was a black paw print. This paw print was torn from the middle, like a humiliating impression, twisting and twisting the history and honor of the Leonin family.

Under the pressure of Dragon of Darkness, when Holy Cathedral of Earth first exited from Holy Covenant.

The wrathful Flame King Gaetel shredded the promise of the Torquine promise in the face of King Leonin and threw it in front of his former friend, Leonin’s hero, the age of Torquine The lion is so shy to face one’s own friend that he has no one to take away that belongs to one’s own that half covenant.

Therefore, this eternal shame has been left in Kirrlutz for nearly a thousand years.

This is also the hatred of Torquine Leonin for generations. Their predecessor was only forced by the Holy Cathedral of Earth. The greatest hero in Leonin’s history soon became depressed after he left the covenant.

Naer’s family is the successor of that great surname.

“Today, thousands of years later, we all know the truth,” the girl replied quietly: “The lion has ended his embarrassment in one’s own way, but we cannot choose history, the Torquine people of this millennium. It really bears the blame that should not be tolerated.”

“My father, just let me return it to you -“

Naer is stunned.

A number of Leonin clan Boss also stunned.

That is Torquine’s long-lost glory, so quietly there, it subconsciously wants to reach out, but it is as difficult as so close, yet worlds apart. For a thousand years of regret, because of the inferiority of the failure and the traitor, Leonins had to be trapped on this barren grassland.

Countless clansman’s wish, **** night, so that every king of Leonin can’t wait to return to that moment, even if it is to die immediately, but also to change the fate of Torquine.

But people have no choice but to choose history.

Confusion, inferiority, self-doubt, this is the mentality of many Torquine people, the tragedy seems to have been cast from the beginning, a history without heroes, for a nation, bleak as long as the eternal night.

Because they are all descendants of the traitor.

But the Leonin teenager finally clenched his fist.

“What do you want?” It asked faintly that the self-respect and honor of a nation did not depend on charity. The first people did the wrong thing, and the descendants had to make up.

The girl looked up at such a monarch of Leonin, who was only a teenager, but she already had the power of the king.

“This winter is very cold, many people will die on the grassland,” she looked at towards the heavy snow outside the tent. “The winter next year may be colder, the food on the prairie can’t live. Many people, only abandon the old man, kill A weak baby, perhaps only one of the ten newborns can grow up in hunger, and how many young people have Torquine lost in this year, how long will it take to recover?”

She turned back, lightly smiled, and smiled warmly: “His Highness Naer, we only have one request to escort us to leave this grassland.”

After that, she bowed to the crowd and then turned to leave.

There is some quiet in the tent –

Only gu lu gu lu waters the sound of the water.

“His Royal Highness…” The Boss of the Leonin clan whispered.

They exchanged their eyes, and the green voice was full of anxiety and anxiety, but there were some other things.

“and many more.”

Naer finally got the courage to stop each other.

“You are going to Anzeluta?”

“Are you allied with the Hazell people?”

The girl stopped and looked down on her back.

The Leonin boy seems to have made up his mind. It turned back and said to one’s own man: “Take those things out.”

There was silence in the tent.

The next one took a scorpion and carefully placed the contents of the scorpion on the dwarf and connected it with the broken parchment – that was the piece of Leonin that was found in these hundreds of years. That tearing covenant that year.

These fragments seem to symbolize the obsession of the Torquine people, and they carefully collect it, as if one day they can recover their long-lost glory from these fragments.

But at this moment, it seems that everything seems to be worth mentioning.

A short, crumpled piece of parchment appeared on the dwarf. It was about a quarter to a fifth of the original, and the broken dark red paw prints were twisted and twisted. Above the debris.

Naer looked at the girl.

He stepped forward and used his claws to draw a hole in one’s own palm, and then let his blood drip on the black, dry paw print. The red blood of the rose is dripping down. Under the bright fire, the old and new blood seems to gradually merge together at this moment.

“Torquine Leonin, re-fulfilling one’s own promise.”

“We haven’t done it before the millennium. Today we will make up for it!”

“We are with you -“

“To complete this war.”

As described on the Dark Blue Poem.

……

“What is that place?”

“Ayrell.”