Snake of Destiny Starting from American Comics

But Caesar did not doubt this or that like everyone else. Instead, he turned around and said firmly to everyone, "Don't doubt each other, we must always trust our partners.

We grew up on the same land, shared common ancestors, and followed the name of a kingdom. We came together in disaster and survived together under the siege of the green-skinned orcs. Our fates have long been linked. We are a family, so why would family members want to, suspect or hurt family members? "

Then he said confidently: "As long as we are strong enough, so what if we are legendary figures? I believe in our future, and we will definitely become a more shining star on the continent."

Old O'Neill couldn't help but show surprise after hearing Caesar's words. In his opinion, Caesar had the courage that a strong man should have.

O'Neal, who originally just wanted to spend the rest of his life here and kill a few more orc boys, couldn't help but think that this boy might become a hero sung on the mainland in the future, or even become a new legend in the future.

I also thought that when this boy was the illegitimate son of a baron, he could directly pick up the formula left by a big man like the ancestor of potions who could compete with demigods. He couldn't help but think that this boy couldn't be the illegitimate son of Lady Luck, right?

When O'Neill thought of this, he couldn't help but said to himself, "It seems that I am really old, and the future belongs to young people like them. In the future, I may really try to give them my vow to kill all the orcs, just Let me see if a new legend can be born from among you in this world."

And after Caesar finished speaking to everyone, everyone turned their heads to look at the old O'Neal.

O'Neill couldn't help but angrily said to them, "I'm old now. If you are willing to inherit my dream of killing all the orcs, then I won't mind keeping your secrets."

Everyone looked at the stubborn old man and performed a knight's salute.

They know that as a fourth-level warrior of a warrior master, O'Neill is definitely not a loner. There will definitely be a family behind him who raised him and the power to cultivate him. It can be seen from O'Neill's daily behavior, habits and words that he is not a commoner, but a powerful warrior from a high noble family.

In this regard, they expressed their great gratitude to O'Neill for helping them keep the secret.

After all, O'Neill was seriously injured trying to stop the orcs from coming to their kingdom, and saving O'Neill's life was just to repay his kindness.

Old O'Neal didn't owe them anything.

On the contrary, some of the secret skills and training methods that O'Neal has been teaching them are a great kindness to them.

You must know that the body-building methods that are far more detailed and excellent than those taught by the Royal Knights Academy must have come from legends or powerful forces with a long history.

And for those of them who have no follow-up fighting spirit cultivation methods, O'Neal's arrival itself is a ray of light for them to face the green tide.

They always remember the kindness of old O'Neal in their hearts

Just when the atmosphere in the castle hall began to become passionate

A caretaker. of the city wall. said the militiaman, who suddenly burst into the hall. My Lords

The green-skinned orcs outside began to prepare to attack the city, and I saw another one dressed in colorful clothes, as Lord O'Neill said. The orc shaman seems to have arrived outside the castle

Old O'Neill heard the soldier's report. He stood up straight from his chair and asked him seriously, "Are you sure that's the orc shaman?

That's what I told you. Dress like that. Shaman with colorful feathers on his head, right? "

"That's right, Lord O'Neill, it's what you said. These are a few people in our team. They used the alchemy tools you gave us to bring them to the enemy camp."

The still panting militiaman answered affirmatively, making O'Neill and everyone present look serious. Even despair began to spread.

Only Caesar seemed to feel no fear. Instead, I feel that my blood has begun to heat up, as if I am looking forward to a fierce battle.

Everyone who was about to face the attack by the orcs had nothing to think about, such as potions, confidentiality, and the like. After all, as long as a person dies, there will be nothing left. If the orcs attack the castle, then none of them will have a chance to survive. So, can the formula of the potion be kept secret in this case? Is that a big deal?

So everyone put on their armor, took their swords, and rushed out of the hall to the castle wall.

Barry directly took the bows and arrows he captured from the orcs and climbed to the arrow tower to command the novice archers above to be ready to snipe the shaman.

After a while, everyone came to the high city wall and looked at the densely packed orcs below. At a glance, it seemed that they could not see the edge.

The experienced old O'Neill looked at the numerous orcs in front of him and said seriously, "The number of these orcs is at least tens of thousands. Our castle is not specially designed to stop the orc craze. If there are no coalition forces from outside, this castle will There's nothing the castle can do to stop them."

Difficult situations, critical moments, heroic epics.

Just when the audience was nervously immersed in the legendary story of Julius Caesar.

The story came to an abrupt end, and the laughing history teacher in front of them made their minds instantly return to reality from the critical situation in the castle.

The history teacher who had been trying to describe the legendary story of Caesar suddenly started laughing alone. He said to the princes and princesses in front of him, "Children, you have to imagine the following story first. I will reveal the answer to you in the history class tomorrow. Use your brains to imagine it. , how did Caesar actually defeat the orcs?"

After hearing that the story was gone, both the princes who were originally extremely afraid of the history teacher, and the princesses who were originally very fond of this teacher, all felt a deep sense of malice coming over them.

The princes were originally in awe of him, but when they heard her sudden attack while following up, they couldn't help but look at him with angry eyes. Some of them were grumpy and had completely forgotten the strength of the history teacher. He was ready to stand up and use force to force him to continue speaking. Fortunately, a brother who had a good relationship with him grabbed him directly and covered his mouth, reminding him of those sandbag-sized fists.

And the few princesses who were fascinated by what he heard couldn't help but run up to him, smiling and saying coquettishly to him, "Tell me more, tell me more, just a little bit."

The sturdy history teacher didn't care, and slowly retreated amidst the coquettish sounds of several lovely princesses. On the way, he saw the angry eyes of the princes again, and couldn't help but smile, and then flashed his biceps at them. Without looking at their faces, he turned around and walked out of this luxurious courtyard with beautiful scenery and the fragrance of purple orchids with a smile.

As he walked along, he laughed heartily in the surprised eyes of the servants, as if he had thought of something very happy.

After he left, several princes and princesses gathered together. They all complained about the unreliable history teacher, and the fourth prince Kaping even said directly, "I must ask my father to change me, no, give us a new history teacher." "This guy actually said It’s really unreliable to just run away in the middle of the story.”

Several princesses who originally liked this history teacher couldn't help but echoed, "Yes, yes. Brother, you must ask your father to find a history teacher who won't suddenly stop telling stories."

The sixth prince Bush next to him couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "How can you guarantee that the next teacher will not do this again? And it can be as interesting as the stories he tells, let alone how can you make your father change?" My own thoughts. Maybe if he says something bad about us to his father, we will still have to be punished?"

Several princes met and felt that Bush's words made sense. But when Princess Helen, who usually disliked Bush, saw Bush directly refuting her point of view, she didn't give herself any face. She got angry and kicked Bush with her petite and cute little black leather boots. Then she turned around and left with the maid with a cold snort. go.

What none of them noticed was their youngest sister, the most favored pearl of the empire by the emperor. The little princess Angela started taking history lessons with them when she was only 6 years old. They didn't participate in their discussion, but even if they found Angela dazed on the side. I'm afraid it's even more disgusting that children can't understand the wonderful things.

But what they don't know is that Angela, the young princess in their eyes, not only understands the history teacher's bad taste just now, but also wants to know the follow-up more than they do.

Like them, they were very dissatisfied with the way that the person suddenly stopped talking in the middle of speaking. It's just that she felt that she had other ways to know the story behind it, so she didn't join them in condemning the big bear.

And why did Angela, who had always been well-behaved and sensible in the eyes of all the royal family members, give such a nickname to the history teacher who was very good at telling stories? Li Tianxiang, who passed down the magic potion sequence in this world, was indispensable.

That's right, when her brothers and sisters were complaining about the history teacher, the pearl of the Pale Empire was directly communicating with the so-called 'elf' (Li Tianxiang) in the hairpin on her hair with her mind, trying to get him to get through entanglement. Tell her the rest of the story.