Sage's Queen's Cultivation Diary

Nid Hogg didn't have the shadow of the person in front of him in his memory, but he knew the identity of the person who came.

This is a middle-aged man, probably in his forties, with a burly body and sharp eyes. He must have been a brave fighter when he was young. Such a fighter should not have retreated from the front line at this time, but unfortunately Unfortunately, he lost his right hand, perhaps it was the disability that hit him. The sideburns of this middle-aged man have turned gray a lot, but the indifferent smile on his face cannot make people feel the sadness he should have. .

"My lord, long time no see."

This is a middle-aged man, or rather, this is an unfortunate victim chosen by the messenger of God.

"You got the wrong person."

Nied Hogg didn't want to have anything to do with this guy. After he glanced at him indifferently, he continued to walk outside the village. Compared with the dull atmosphere in the village, the air outside the village became much more beautiful , Many tenacious plants also sprouted new shoots, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not avoid the end of becoming food. Rather, the harder they worked to grow, the faster they would die.

"Just like this land." Nid Hogg thought, and frowned slightly regretfully, "Although they are also part of Britain, it is impossible for the Celts to welcome invaders, let alone wild beasts that drink blood. Although they are powerful, they are only powerful, and only possessing force, the Saxons cannot defeat Britain."

This is Nid Hogg's true feelings. After observing this group for a long time, he came to the most objective conclusion. However, this conclusion was denied by the middle-aged man who followed closely.

"My lord, you are wrong to think so." As if he could read minds, the middle-aged man went on talking about Ned Hogg's thoughts, "In the face of absolutely powerful power, any external cause can only stand aside. Just like an ant cannot kill an elephant no matter what method it uses, if Saxon is a monster countless times stronger than Britain, maybe your thinking will change now?"

"I'm not a humble king." Ned Hogg wasn't too surprised when the middle-aged man read his mind. It wasn't real mind reading, it was just that he happened to guess his own mind at the right time, that's all. Yes, that was just a guess, whether Nid Hogg believed it or not, it was the truth.

"Here you are again. Although this body is on the verge of breaking, the eyes can still see clearly." The middle-aged man spread his hands, and Nid Hogg saw that the inner test of his arm had rotted Most of the skin was cut off, "I can reject my law with will alone. I will never forget your heroic appearance in my life."

The law, the power possessed by the observer, although I don't know it very well, but Ned Hogg learned about the existence of these god-like guys from a certain woman before. Of course, the half-legged man in front of him A middle-aged man cannot be a real observer, but he has the power of an observer passively.

"What a troublesome guy." Ned Hogg felt some headaches for the first time. Rao, he never thought that he would be found in such a remote place, and he was still found by the most troublesome enemy. Finding a dead branch, he stabbed it into the middle-aged man's body.

"I don't like long-winded guys." Vigorously stirring the branch in his hand, blood dripped from the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth. Even so, Ned Hogg still couldn't see the fear that he should have at this time. And pain, "There are 3 minutes to go before you die from bleeding, so in those 3 minutes, name your purpose."

Nid Hogg didn't like to go round and round. Of course, his main purpose of doing this was to confirm the real body of the middle-aged man. Judging from the results, he didn't seem to be wrong.

"Hey..." Pulling the branch out of his body indifferently, the middle-aged man smiled with his bloody face: "Oh, you are indeed the incarnation of the British white dragon, and it is still as cruel as before."

Vortigern, the humble king, is the incarnation of Britain. Bearing the power of the white dragon, he is the most valiant warrior in Britain. The land he stands on is Britain, and what he touches with his eyes is his people. King Uther is no less a hero, of course, and rightly so, since his full name is Vortigern Pendragon, brother of Uther Pendragon.

And now, wandering in the Saxon territory, he has another name——Ned Hogg.

"It's just one of your many toys, it doesn't matter if it breaks."

But now the one talking to him is the stranger that Cavel is most familiar with, the Saxon observer whom he has never met but who has indeed been killed by him once.

"Although it is so, I will lose the monitoring of this village." Saxon observers like the feeling of having everything in their hands, so even if it is just such a small village, he still monitors it dutifully. When he was about to say something, a childish voice interrupted him.

"Dad! Why are you here?"

This is a little boy, Ned Hogg, or the child that Vortigern met just now, and asked him to help sharpen wooden swords.

"Ah, big brother! Dad, this big brother helped me sharpen the wooden sword just now. He is a very good man! Do you know him?"

No one answered the little boy's question. Just as he was puzzled, he saw the blood flowing from his father's abdomen.

"Father!" Exclaimed, he quickly blocked his father's wound with his own hand, "Why did you get hurt? Did you do it, big brother?"

Still no one responded to him, so he grabbed the middle-aged man's big hand anxiously: "Anyway, let's go home first, such a serious injury must be treated as soon as possible...Huh? Dad...Dad? "

The little boy's voice trembled. No one could calm down when he saw a big hole in his chest. After finally calling out the name of his favorite person, he fell headlong to the ground, and his father's Together, the blood stained the ground beneath him.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." The middle-aged man stretched out his bloody hand, but his indifferent appearance made people feel creepy.

"Okay, there are only 2 minutes left, and it's time to get down to business." The middle-aged man looked at Voutigeng, but found that he looked at him a little strangely.

"...you are crying."

"Ah, I'm sorry, because the original personality of this body will still emerge from time to time, so I must have been affected inadvertently." The middle-aged man smiled meaninglessly, with a trace of self-mockery on his face, "You also You know, although my ability is convenient, it is not complete, and it was the same when I used it on you last time."

The Saxon observer controls almost all the big men in this group, and there are naturally many good generals among them. However, during a certain confrontation with Britain, the laws he controlled the generals used did not affect Vortigern, not only that. , other people will also be out of his control at certain times, so he said that this is an incomplete law.

"So, what do you want from me?" Since he didn't mind, Voutigeng naturally ignored the abnormal situation, and asked him the most curious question now, "If I didn't remember If it’s wrong, we should be enemies now.”

"Is it an enemy? Haha..." Hearing what Vutigeng said, the middle-aged man laughed wildly for some reason, "Is this really what you really think, humble king?"

"Of course, I am the Guardian of Britain, and I love this country more than my useless brother."

Vortigern's answer was very firm, and after getting the answer, the middle-aged man's smile became playful.

"Is that right?"

"of course."

"That's really rude." The middle-aged man's face has turned pale, and he looks like he will die immediately. It seems that he is aware of this problem, and he doesn't talk too much nonsense.

"Then, please listen to the request of me, a fool from the enemy country, who loves Britain."

"The enemy country is right, but you are not yet a fool. Even I can't figure out what is going on in the fool's mind, but I can probably guess your purpose."

"Really, thank you Lord Bei for your evaluation." After a hey smile, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly became serious, "I'm here to seek your cooperation this time."

Vortigern nodded clearly: "I know this, but my answer is to refuse. The humble king of Britain will never do anything to betray the country. This is my bottom line as a human being."

"Did you refuse even if you didn't listen to the content of the cooperation? It really is the fierce and resolute Mr. Bei Wang I know." Despite getting such an answer, the middle-aged man did not show any disappointment on his face, and smiled slightly , he moved a step forward, but such a simple action almost caused him to fall down.

"Then Lord Nidhogg." Bowing slightly, the middle-aged man, or a Saxon observer, performed a very standard gentleman's salute.

"Can you, the dragon, help me defeat Britain?"

The same question, but got a completely different answer.

"Naturally." The blond young man replied, looking in a certain direction with dark eyes, "The dragon named Nidhogg deeply hates Britain, whether it is this country or the one who is in charge of it. Those two trash!"