I didn't open it in another world, I'm sure

Even so, the old man didn't force it, but carefully observed the jadeite pendant floating in front of Nangong Xiao.

"It's Xiaoxuanxuan's rune, too, otherwise it would be impossible to wear it safely..." The old man's face showed sorrow, and a feeling of longing that was like a painful pain surged into his heart, which almost made him burst into tears in public.

Fortunately, the old man also knew that he should not lose his manners in such an occasion, so he took a deep breath, and then said very kindly, "Grandson, I am your real grandfather, Nangong Wentian."

"Nangong Wentian?" Nangong Xiao blinked, and suddenly wanted to ask, do you always have a sister named Nangong Wencai?

——Seeing the old man's expression of true feelings at the end, Nangong Xiao still didn't complain at this time.

"Grandson, is there any problem?" Seeing Nangong Xiao like this, Nangong Wentian felt a little anxious.

"No, I'm Nangong Xiao. If there's no accident, I should be your immediate family member, although I don't feel real at all even now." Nangong Xiao said lightly.

"Oh, oh, Xiao, the dawn of dawn? It's a very good name, huh." Nangong Wentian smiled happily and nodded, and finally couldn't help being excited, looking up to the sky and screaming, "This old man has a grandson!!! This old man I have a grandson!!!”

As Nangong Wentian lost his composure, the two middle-aged generals behind him also bowed to Nangong Xiao at this time, and shouted, "See Your Highness!"

Immediately, the tens of thousands of air cavalry in the sky all cupped their hands and shouted in unison, "See Your Highness!!!"

Shocking shouts in unison seemed to make the world pale in an instant.

Not to mention Asuna and Fatty City Defense Officer who were stunned at this time, even Nangong Xiao was also shocked.

In particular, the language of these people is actually the Chinese language in the middle, and they also have some Qin opera, which made Nangong Xiao very kind, and even couldn't help but let go of the red sphere, straightened up on Li Ke's back, and bowed in return .

"Haha... so good!!" Seeing Nangong Xiao like this, Nangong Wentian smiled happily, and when he was about to say something more, Lyle, who had calmed down, interrupted him.

"Old man, now is not the time for you to meet your relatives, you have to look at the things in front of your grandson."

Nangong Wentian was very unhappy with Lyle's words, but after An resisted his excitement, Nangong Wentian also turned his attention to the red sphere in front of Nangong Xiao.

"The ball of confinement? You have nothing to do to unblock this game with the lives of tens of thousands of people? Is it fun?" Nangong Wentian looked at the ruins of Eunker City in the distance as he spoke. With a look of sudden realization, "I see, I thought I came to the wrong place just now... It's okay, you are ruthless, and I would like to call you the strongest in this regard."

Nangong Wentian's words made Lyle and others have the urge to roll their eyes.

But Nangong Wentian said again, "It's strange, didn't you just hold this thing, grandson? Hiss! Are you okay, grandson?!"

As if he just realized it, Nangong Wentian hurried forward, observing Nangong Xiaolai with a worried face.

Nangong Xiao casually took the red sphere floating in front of her, squeezed it, threw it again, and said, "Don't worry, this thing is harmless to me."

Nangong Wentian took a closer look and found that the red ball really did not harm his grandson at all. While feeling at ease, he also looked at Lyle and the others in surprise.

Lyle and the others shook their heads, saying that they didn't know what was going on.

At this time, Alan Dass thought for a while, but said, "In the words of the dragon people, maybe the artifact has a spirit, and the imprisoned ball recognized this, um, Nangongxia, and chose Nangongxia as the new one. The first master? Apart from this, I really can't think of any other reason."

"It's possible." The old orc nodded in agreement, "Unexpectedly, after hundreds of years, the imprisoned ball not only reappeared in the world, but also chose its owner. It's really..."

As the old orc spoke, a sour feeling came to his heart.

But it's also true, it's no wonder that the orcs spent so much energy on their side and ended up with his family.

As for the robbery, the old orc can only say hehe, not to mention Nangong Wentian, a veteran powerhouse who is rumored to have stepped into the mythical level in half a step, and the two captains of the Phoenix Legion present, it is enough for the old orcs to have a headache up.

"Haha..." Nangong Wentian said with a bold smile, "Okay! The divine weapon takes the initiative to recognize the master, very good, this is the treatment that the direct successor of my Nangong family should have! Haha..."

Looking at Nangong Wentian's embarrassing expression, Lyle curled his lips in disdain, but his heart was also a little sour.

On the other hand, Nangong Xiao felt a little complicated in his heart at this time. After all, he suddenly had a grandfather, and he really didn't know how to deal with it.

After calming down the strange emotions for a while, Nangong Xiao said, "Now that the war is over, the aftermath is still waiting. And this is not a place to talk. Let's clean up the aftermath first, and then find a place to have a good talk.

Whether it is the life experience of my mother and I, or the matter of this red ball, we need to discuss it in detail. "

"Oh, my grandson is right, no problem, I will let someone open the portal, we will talk about it when we return to the imperial capital."

Hearing that Nangong Wentian was going to open the portal again, no matter if it was Lyle, the old orc, or even Alan Dass, his heart felt sour—the only dragon people in the whole continent could use the portal so unrestrainedly. It can only be done by rich local people with a solid background.

"Wait a minute!" Nangong Xiao stopped Nangong Wentian and said, "I don't want to go to the Dragon Clan at the moment, please give me some time, I need to accept all this slowly. After all, all this is too sudden .”

Hearing what grandson said, Nangong Wentian opened his mouth, wanted to say something several times, and finally said dotingly, "Okay, just do what grandson says."

However, when he turned his head to look at Lyle, Nangong Wentian looked like a heavenly king, "Lyle! Why don't you hurry up and arrange everything! I'm not welcome!?"

"Bah! I really don't welcome you, old guy!!" Lyle's forehead was bruised, and he had an extra thick-bladed sword in his hand, looking like he was about to chop Nangong Wentian. Fortunately, the old orc and Alan Darth was quick and sharp, and immediately held up Lyle who was about to rush over.

"Hmph! You are looking for your own death! Come on! I will chop you up!" Nangong Wentian also took out a horse spear from the space ring, and he also looked like he was going to come over to fight for his life. The head of the accompanying army held back desperately, but failed.

Such a scene made Nangong Xiao have the urge to roll his eyes, but he knew it in his heart, perhaps, this is the way their generation gets along...

......

On the small hill in the distance, Romand and his group, who were being watched by two teams of Flamingo air cavalry, gradually recovered from the shock at this time.

Sartre was so angry that he glanced at the flamingo air cavalry in the sky, and sighed somewhat fortunately, "Fortunately...that boy didn't suffer any injuries from last night's battle..."

"Indeed..." Romand couldn't help but smile wryly. He didn't expect that the weak young man was actually a direct descendant of the dragon-born royal family, and he seemed to be the leader of the Phoenix Legion, one of the seven kings of the dragon-born empire. , a direct relative of King Zhao Nangong Wentian.

Grand Duke Romande still has a little understanding of the situation of the dragon people. Zhao Wang's Nangong lineage has reached the present, and only Nangong Wentian is supporting it. If there is no accident, this will be the last inheritance of Zhao Wang's lineage.But who would have thought that a direct descendant of Nangong Wentian would suddenly appear now, so this young man would be the only crown prince of King Zhao's lineage, and he would definitely be one of the next seven kings of the Dragon Clan The new king of Zhao.

To be honest, in terms of status, this young man is no worse than King Stantel.

If the boy suffered some damage from last night's battle...

Roman couldn't even imagine it.

Sartre said with a smile at this time, "Unexpectedly, in the end, that thing actually fell into the hands of the dragon people...cough cough...well, also...It's better than falling into the hands of sub-humans...sub-humans Up to.....to...well..."

As the voice gradually weakened, Sartre's breath of life also gradually weakened, and finally disappeared completely.

Grand Duke Romande on the side just watched quietly, watching Sartre sitting cross-legged on the grass, staring ahead, no longer having any breath of life.

From the face of Sartre, Grand Duke Romande saw a trace of regret, a trace of luck, and a trace of relief...

The wind, passing by gently, took away the gunpowder smoke and the lives of countless people. The night has completely left, and the bright sunshine is the same as yesterday, with a hint of mischievous heat, bringing light to the world.However, with the arrival of the light, did the shadow of Xiao Suo really dissipate?Perhaps this is just the beginning...

......

In a valley more than ten kilometers away, the old coachman galloped quickly through the forest with the frail black-robed man on his back. Those startled monsters and monsters who dared to step forward to spy were all smashed by the old coachman with a wind blade. For two, even into pieces.

The man in black lay on the back of the old coachman, his hat was blown away by the wind, revealing a pale and immature face. It was not long, and his pink hair, which was only past his shoulders, fluttered in the wind, matching the black robe. The morbid beauty of people really has a special flavor.

The man in black, or the girl in black, was depressed at this moment, with some tears in his eyes.

"Miss, don't worry, for the time being, no one will pay too much attention to us when there is such a commotion in Eun Cole City. As long as we remain anonymous for a period of time, after the news passes, no one will care about small characters like us. After all, now It seems that the real leader of all this is the Grand Duke Romande..."

The old coachman murmured to comfort him, as if he was worried that his master would be overwhelmed.

"Sol, am I stupid?"

"No, no, Miss is not stupid at all, it's just that Romande is too cunning, that kind of old fox, it's hard to deal with. Well, Miss is just careless."

"Saul, thank you..."

"You're welcome, this is what your subordinates should do."

"Uncle Saul...thank you...uh..."

Feeling the strangeness behind him, knowing that his master was crying on his back, the old coachman—Sol felt very distressed, his master was basically watched by him and grew up, in a sense, he put this stubborn The crazy girl was treated like his own daughter. If possible, he would never want to see her sad, but everything was helpless.

I thought I was a chess player at first, but only found out at the end of the game that I was also one of the chess pieces. Perhaps this is the price for doing evil...

Chapter 070 Farewell and Mist

One morning four days later, Nangong Xiao and Asuna quietly left Master Lyle's annex early in the morning.

The two rode on the cuckoo, lightly and silently stepped on the cobblestone road, and their figures gradually disappeared into the forest.

Behind a window on the third floor of the annex, Nangong Wentian looked at the direction in which Nangong Xiao and Asuna left with a worried face, and muttered, "Why don't you want to go back with me to inherit the throne? Let’s not talk about eating and sleeping in the open air, and you can’t tell when you will be in danger... No, no, I’d better persuade you..."

"Okay, really." Lyle on the side said impatiently, "It's not like you don't know that he grew up in the place where the Dragon Race originated.

Now you know what the origin of the Dragon Race looks like.Children who grow up in that environment, as long as they have some aspirations, will basically not "collide" with us. We are representatives of the decadent feudal era. "

Nangong Wentian looked at Lyle, his old face became more thoughtful, more helpless and doubtful, "Is that so? But in my opinion, don't the young people in the ancestral land are more interested in pleasure?"

"You beat everyone to death with a stick... Besides, it's not the era of turbulent winds and clouds, it's a peaceful and prosperous age, why ask so much, you have that seed, just take root and sprout when you need it.

Don't worry, that kid is very shrewd. In my opinion, he may not be very good at other things, but he is definitely better than many people in protecting his life. As long as you inform the old guys at our level, if there is something wrong Take care of it from time to time, basically there will be no problem. "Lyle said indifferently with his ears lifted.

"Okay..." Although he was still a little worried, Nangong Wentian held back and said, "What are you going to do about Romande's mess?"

"What? You want to intervene? Don't, once you intervene, it will affect the foundation of the Alliance of Seven Clans. If you don't do it well, it will split the Alliance of Seven Clans. Let this matter be left to King Stentel, that old boy is Personal fine, know the size."

"Hmph, okay, I won't intervene, but Romande must not let it go lightly!" Nangong Wentian said with some annoyance, "You dare to put my grandson in danger, and you simply don't take us dragon people seriously. ..”

"Okay, okay, do you want to start?"

"What? Wasn't the loss bad enough last night?"

"Hmph, that was just my momentary carelessness! Rogge, Allen, it's time to start!"

"Oh~~"

Soon, there were bursts of clattering sounds in the annex, and then some "academic" nouns such as "together", "jiutiao", and "peng" were spit out from the mouths of several masters...

......

Walking through the forest path, Asuna looked at Nangong Xiao who was on the back of Li Ke, the cooing bird, from time to time, hesitating to speak.

Nangong Xiao noticed the strangeness of Asuna, so she looked back, "Is there any problem?"

"Eh? No, no..." Asuna's eyes were a little dodged.

"Just say it straight, I don't think it needs to be like this between us."

Nangong Xiao's speech was still in the tone with almost no ups and downs, which made people sound a little cold and stiff, but it seemed very comfortable to Asuna's ears.

After thinking about it, Asuna still said, "Ah Xiao, actually, I think you should go back to the Dragon Empire with Grandpa Nangong."

"Why?" Nangong Xiao asked lightly.

Asuna organized the language, and then said, "Actually, it is difficult for us qualified people to grow up. There are many reasons that it is difficult to establish a good relationship with the powerful aboriginals in this world. The self-secrets of the qualified people have created a deep gap between us and the aborigines.

But A Xiao, you are different. Your crown prince status will allow you to easily get the help of the strong natives, at least it is very easy to get the support of the strong dragon people.

Just like the siege battle a few days ago, as long as you get the assistance of the aborigines, whether you want to upgrade the level or deal with the task, A Xiao, is relatively simple, and..."

"I said, I want to form a team with you and go on an adventure together." Nangong Xiao suddenly interrupted Asuna's words, her tone was full of decisiveness and firmness, somewhat unlike his usual style.

This made Asuna slightly taken aback, and then her cheeks gradually turned a little crimson.

The noble crown prince quietly ran away from home in order to travel and adventure with the grassroots girl. This is too fairy tale...

At this time, Nangong Xiao, who turned his eyes back to the forest path ahead, said again, "I am not trying to be perfunctory to the old man. It is really difficult for me to accept the change of identity for a while. The subversive transformation of mortals into rulers almost baffles me.

I really need more time to slowly accept all this.

Besides, with the relatively long lifespan of the dragon race, and the setting that the stronger the stronger the lifespan of the powerful in this world, the more outrageous the lifespan, the old man is not in a hurry. I don't need the responsibility brought by blood and identity for the time being. Fully shoulder it, otherwise the old man wouldn't just watch me leave like this.

Moreover, for me, it is more important and more interesting to travel this brand new world with you. "

"Oh, oh..." Asuna lowered her head in embarrassment, her heart was beating so fast that she didn't dare to look directly at Nangong Xiao for a moment.

After being silent for a while, Nangong Xiao said again, "Asuna, let's go to the outskirts of the city first."

"...Okay." Asuna came back to her senses, knowing that Nangong Xiao was going to say goodbye, and her expression became serious.

On the outskirts of the city, in a brand-new cemetery with almost no end in sight, Nangong Xiao and Asuna led the cuckoo to a small piece of grave that had been specially treated. A wooden tombstone was added to the tomb, bearing the names of those who defended the city.This is many times better than other new graves that don't even have a logo.

Nangong Xiao took out the longbow, supported it vertically on the ground, lightly supported the end of the longbow with both hands, straightened up, bowed his head, and mourned silently towards the cemetery.

The same goes for Asuna, with her long sword resting on the ground, holding the hilt with both hands, bowing her head in silent mourning.

Rico and Luna seem to understand what is needed at this time, and they are quietly waiting aside.

Among the tens of thousands of soldiers who died in the defense of the city, except for a few nobles who were specially placed, those of civilian origin were all here.

There is no grand funeral, no solemn farewell, just casually, simply, buried here.

This is already good.

If it wasn't for Nangong Xiao's repeated requests, and with the help of Vivian and Fatty City Defense Officer, perhaps these soldiers would have been buried hastily in a large joint burial pit.

Yes, no one would care about these warriors without aristocratic status, there were too few people who could value them, or none at all.

But Nangong Xiao couldn't ignore it. Among other things, at least these people had fought side by side with him. Although it was very short, these people were all comrades-in-arms.

After a while, when Nangong Xiao and Asuna put away their weapons and turned to leave, they saw Vivienne, the fat city defense officer, the Holy Bachelor Knights, and many remnants of the city defense army and some professionals, etc. , They didn't know when they stood behind Nangong Xiao and Asuna, and they also mourned silently, seeing off these comrades who had shared weal and woe.

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed by, brought up the cloaks and robes of the two, and caressed the faces of the two, and seemed to hear some messy voices, probably the sound of the wind, but these voices were saying goodbye, comforting, or is grateful...

......

On the plain a few kilometers south of the ruins of Eunker City, Vivian and the others stopped here.