Calamity Crown

The other party has been surrounded by a group of people.

Even when Herman appeared on the battlefield, he maintained respect for each other.

Big shot without a doubt!

At this moment, when the other party faced Goethe, his face was quite calm.

Even if there is panic in the eyes.

But also fleeting.

"I think……"

puff!

The moment the opponent opened his mouth, Goethe waved his paw.

"Marshal Hai Yin is dead!"

"Marshal Hai Yin is dead!"

Such shouts rang out among the soldiers of Wolfe, and everyone saw the tall black figure walking out with a head in his hands. That head was none other than Marshal Heine who had just rushed to the front line today to inspect the secret weapon.

When the head was thrown at the feet of Wolfe's soldiers, the morale of Wolfe's soldiers dropped.

When another group of soldiers fell for no reason because of Goethe's [depressed stare], the morale of Wolf's soldiers dropped again.

When a fireball rose from Goethe's wolf claws and was thrown into the ammunition depot, the night sky was filled with flames, and the Volvo soldiers collapsed completely.

"Ahhhh!"

"Demon wolf!"

"Splitting Wolf!"

The entire barracks of Wolf's Vanguard was blown up.

All Wolfe soldiers became overwhelmed.

Some are tenacious to keep fighting.

Some timid ones choose to run away.

When several officers who organized the attack were named by Goethe, Wolf's forward army was defeated.

"kill!"

Lanster and others shouted loudly and launched a charge.

The remaining garrison army of Hestings was dispatched, chasing Wolff with more than 3 forward troops.

After chasing for ten miles.

Wolf's vanguard threw away their helmets and armor and ran away.

The garrison of Hestings stopped the pursuit.

They began to return to Hestings to clean up the field.

Every garrison looked at the black figure on the battlefield with extreme respect.

Whether it is the militia, the reserve team, or the remnants of the White Lions, it is no exception.

Even Sirik, the advisor, bowed to salute that black figure.

"Your Excellency Marple, His Majesty hopes to see you soon."

The advisor whispered.

Goethe nodded, took over the cloak on the side, and transformed back into a human form - he didn't have the kind of big pants that could be stretched arbitrarily, and when he really got bigger, all the clothes and coats were turned into pieces.

After glancing at Lanster and others, Goethe turned and followed Sirik towards the castle.

Looking at Goethe's back, the crowd suddenly cheered——

"Won!"

"Long live Lord Marple!"

This sound came suddenly.

But then, it was like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

"Win! Win!"

"Long live Lord Marple!"

The voice spread from near to far, from outside the city to inside the city, and all the citizens of Hessetings took to the streets. They stood in the night, watched the black voice, cast respectful gazes, and gave the most sincere blessings.

Among them were commoners, nobles, and beggars.

Among them are farmers, artisans, and disabled soldiers.

Among them were painters, sculptors, and bards.

The painter picked up the brush and began to paint this moment.

The sculptor closed his eyes, his fingers trembling.

And those bards even improvised——

"The lion watches over the grassland."

"Lion sheltered Hesse."

"When Ryan is in danger, there must be a hero—"

"He was tall and strong in the moonlight."

"In the night, he manipulates thunder and fire."

"He sheltered Hestings."

"He protected our homeland."

"We deserve to sing his praises."

"We deserve to remember his name—"

"Poirot Marple!"

"He is Wolfe's Divided Wolf!"

"He is Ryan's savior!"

The bard's singing came from my ears, it wasn't pleasant, and even a little uncoordinated, but everyone sang along—the fear and depression brought about by the war were released at this moment.

Cheers and laughter.

Show up in this moment.

then……

Weeping in a low voice.

The war took their husband, brother, father or friend.

They have reason to cry.

No one can stop it.

I don't know when it began to rain in the sky.

The painter stopped his brush, and the sculptor raised his head.

Those bards even played the harp again.

"Cry, cry, we—"

"We are saying goodbye to our loved ones."

"We are saying goodbye to our friends."

"Mourn with us at night."

"The rain sees them off."

"Our thoughts will be carried by the wind."

"Our eyes will be on the direction you are going."

"Family and friends, please go quickly and don't stay any longer."

"Dear ones, friends, please go slowly, please look back again."

"May we meet in the place of death!"

"May we protect each other!"

……

With the night wind, the singing drifted into the distance.

Goethe walked into the castle listening to such singing.

The moment the little Gratz saw Goethe, he ran over—the young king held Goethe's hand without any restraint, kissed the back of Goethe's hand, and said with the most sincere words: "Your Majesty Marple , may I call you father?"

"After the sudden death of my father, I was terrified."

"And your appearance made me feel the sense of security with my father by my side again."

"Please don't refuse the request of a young child, adoptive father!"

Saying this, the young king knelt down on one knee without waiting for Goethe to react.

"Thank you foster father for rushing back, saving Hestings, and saving the entire Ryan."

"As the king of Lane, on behalf of the entire Lane, I would like to express my gratitude to you."

"I'm still young and lacking in ability. I need a real elder to help me manage Ryan together."

"You are the most suitable candidate."

"Regent of Ryan, no one is competent except you."

The young king looked at Goethe sincerely.

There were even tears in his eyes.

At this time, Goethe suddenly understood why Graz Jr. inherited the throne of King Lane instead of Andinan—it was not a matter of whether Andinan was in a coma or not.

Rather, even if Andinan is sober.

The king's seat must also belong to the younger Graz.

Because, this young man...

Be adaptable!

And, shameless!

In the opponent, Goethe really saw a shadow of himself - when he was in the "club" in his hometown, he was a little like the opponent.

Coupled with his subsequent plans, it is indeed necessary to have a proper identity.

and so--

"Ah."

Chapter 75 Sweet Candy!

Seeing that Goethe nodded in agreement, Little Graz finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only after experiencing despair can people understand the value of hope.

The despair he experienced just now is still fresh in the memory of little Graz.

At that moment, Graz Jr. even swore that whoever saved him would give up the position of king to the other party.

Therefore, don't say that you are a foster father!

You can call me grandpa!

Moreover, as the second son of the Grand Duke, Graz Jr. is definitely not an idiot.