The system is the king of the counterattack master

"The power of the Lord God? What the hell is that?"

This is the first time Han Xiaodong heard that besides the king's heart he was looking for, there is actually something called the power of the main god?It seems that the crab head should have been involved in this matter. This old guy is not kind, so you have to have a good chat with him when you go out.

Han Xiaodong was thinking about it, but found that there was something wrong with Naxicuo's eyes, and he realized that he had made a slip of the tongue just now.

"Ah, no, I mean, what is the power of the main god?"

Although the words were a bit blunt, but after all, his current identity is the king, and Naxi Cuo couldn't say anything, but his words were a bit awkward.

"I heard that there are two gods in our world, one is the evil god of the barbarians, and the other is our main god, but because we have not believed in the main god for too long, the main god left us. Without the power of the evil gods, I think we must find the main gods before we can fight them, and the person who can find the main gods must be a king."

This is simply a well-heard story. God and Satan, Buddha and the devil are simply a set of theories that can be used in heaven and earth.He didn't expect that the Talks were not exempt, but although he had never seen the evil god, he had seen the main god. In this way, it seemed that the Talks were not making up this story.

What the hell is the power of the main god? Han Xiaodong still hasn't figured it out, but he can roughly guess what it is.After all, he had seen a lot in the trial field, but he didn't know how to obtain the power of the main god.

Now, since Naxicuo said so, considering the cause and effect, according to his experience in playing games, the power of the main god is probably what he must find.And after finding it, you can get the heart of the king, and maybe these two are the same thing.

Han Xiaodong had a clue in his mind, so he told Naxi Cuo to step back first and take a rest for himself.

There is a lounge at the back of the main hall. Although it is considered a good room in this palace, Han Xiaodong still feels that it is not as comfortable as his sofa. After tossing and turning on the wooden bed for a long time, he felt uneasy.

He didn't know where this feeling of irritability came from, but it really made him feel very uncomfortable, so after turning over No.30 six times, he still jumped up from the bed and stood facing the Naxicuo on the side said: "Come on, go out with me to have a look, I'm going to visit privately."

Naxi Cuo didn't know what a private visit was, but since Wang had already gone out, he naturally had to follow behind, which was his duty.

The two masters and servants walked towards the outside of the palace. The moment they walked out of the gate of the palace, Han Xiaodong was shocked. The palace was built in the center of the busy city after a long time of commotion, surrounded by commercial markets, and a palace stood here. It seemed very abrupt.

However, because of the war, the bustling street market was no longer prosperous at this time. Many old people and children were guarding outside their homes, looking very pitiful. There were not many pedestrians on the road, and they were in a hurry. It seemed that there was something urgent.

Han Xiaodong walked slowly along the street with Naxicuo. Everyone seemed not surprised by the king's arrival, but everyone who saw him stood up and saluted automatically, which shows that the king's status among the people is very detached .

Han Xiaodong walked for about ten minutes, and suddenly heard a loud voice of people and the rumble of wooden carts in the distance.

He quickly looked up and saw a cloud of smoke rising from the distance of the city. A convoy was rushing into the city gate at high speed. The cart was pulled by an animal he had never seen before. It looked like a cow, but it was much thinner than a cow. Not too fast either.

After the convoy entered the city gate, the elderly and children who had been sitting all stood up and looked towards the convoy together. They seemed to be looking forward to something, but the emotion in their eyes seemed to be not hope, but It is fear.

Han Xiaodong softly asked Naxicuo beside him: "What do these people do?"

Naxi Cuo was stunned for a moment, but he immediately replied honestly, "That's a carriage for sending frontline soldiers back to the city."

Han Xiaodong nodded, and understood why these people were looking forward to it, but since they acted in anticipation, why did they have a frightened expression on their faces?He felt that he still didn't understand the complicated eyes of those people, so he asked, "Oh, why do they look scared?"

Naxicuo looked at Han Xiaodong again with a strange look, and then said in a low voice, "The ones brought back in that car are all brothers who died in battle."

The voice of this sentence was not loud, but it was like a thunderstorm, which made Han Xiaodong stunned at the time.

Because he could see very clearly that there were as many as a hundred vehicles in that convoy, and even if each vehicle killed someone, it could pull at least six or seven people. If this is the case, at least six or seven hundred people were sent back just for this trip. corpse.

Although he was not a Talk, this number of dead people still made him feel extremely shocked.

The convoy soon arrived in front of Han Xiaodong. The driver in front saw Han Xiaodong, gave a salute to the car, and then drove the car to move on, but was blocked by Han Xiaodong's hand.

The driver quickly pulled the reins, and stood there inexplicably.

Han Xiaodong walked to the back of the car he was driving, pulled away the mat that was spread on it, and several young faces appeared in front of his eyes.Although they don't have Tulk blood, Han Xiaodong can still see that the ages of these soldiers are not the same, ranging from middle-aged to young. It seems that all the people in this city should have been conscripted to the front.

Looking at the lost lives one by one, Han Xiaodong felt sad. He subconsciously reached out and took off the hat on his head, took a step back, lowered his head and bowed deeply towards the corpses.

This move of his made everyone look at each other in blank dismay, but soon, some people understood what he meant, took off their hats one after another, and bent their waists facing the long convoy.

The convoy started slowly again, but there was no hustle and bustle just now. Passers-by, women, children, old people, and businessmen from merchants all rushed to the streets to see their heroes off in this way.

It wasn't until the last car left Han Xiaodong's sight that he stood up straight again, looked at the city gate in the distance, and said softly to Naxicuo beside him, "I'm going to the front line to see."

Naxicuo didn't understand Han Xiaodong's words at first, until he reacted, he waved his hands quickly: "No, no, Wang can't go to the front line, it's too dangerous! People will die there at any time! I must guarantee your safety!"

Han Xiaodong looked at Naxicuo indifferently, and replied softly: "There is no one who will not die in war. My people are not afraid of death. As a king, should I be afraid of death? If you want to ensure my safety, then Find a way to bring me back from the battlefield alive."