My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 346 Tieling Garrison 1
  But will things really go as smoothly as Zhu Houcong wishes?
  Thinking of the "good luck" he had after coming to this world, Zhu Houcong himself was also full of doubts.

"Then I'm sorry to bother you..."

Zhu Houcong thanked him.

"You are Welcome."

Claude nodded, the expression on his tall body looked very happy.

He picked up a pen and wrote down invitations on the parchment in front of him, inviting wizards from all over the Southern Continent to come and gather in the forest.

Then the tribesmen on pack horses were sent to various places.

He kept rubbing the quill in his hand against the World Tree behind him, so that the words on the invitation would be more tainted with the aura that could change the entire wizarding world.

As Zhu Houcong's figure slowly disappeared into the distant jungle as he spoke.

Claude then raised his head and stared in the direction Zhu Houcong left.

His expression was pious, as if he had seen the revelation of the Green God.

He gently put down the quill in his hand, blinked, and murmured to himself.

"The sage favored by the Green God...?"

He knew that if this speculation was revealed, it would cause a huge disturbance in the world of wizards and sages.

After all in everyone's stereotype.

Sages and wizards have completely different sources of power.

The former comes from the newly born unknown existences on the ether and morning star that suddenly poured into this world hundreds of years ago.

The source of the latter is even more ancient. It is the source of power rooted in this land. It is the power that has been coveted by the gods outside the world since ancient times. After the energy of the earth veins is diluted, it can be directly utilized by humans and various creatures.

The incompatibility between wizards and sages is because they are on two completely different paths.

Just like the difference between the sky and the earth, it is impossible to go to the same place after all.

But if someone said, it represents the morning star in the sky and the green god who is as great and fraternal as the earth.

Not only can they show humanity the kindness that is within their power.

Even powers other than power can be given generously.

Then I'm afraid everyone will think that the person who said this is crazy.

Yes, this is how the sages in the past treated true seers with keen powers of observation.

They exiled him to the desolate and barbaric land in the south, letting the barbarians and endless mining dust, along with his crazy thoughts, bury him deep in the ruins of the White Tower.

Along with the terrifying legend of the weird and twisted ancient wizard among the locals, it has become another strange story in the Southern Continent that parents use to scare naughty children after dinner.

Thinking of this, Claude put away those invitations.

He pulled out a thick red-covered and gilded book from his arms.

The title of the book is very long.

"About the ancient wizards' beliefs and the many similarities between the legends of the Morning Star and the Red God - Bold Conjectures about the Trinity"

Although the cover is very new, the golden coat of arms of the Federal Central Publishing House exudes a musty smell that has been dusty for many years.

These are books that Claude collected from his tribe, who had been monitoring the sages who entered the White Tower for decades, and gave them as tribute to the powerful wizard Claude who ruled this land.

Not long ago, he had thought the author was just another clown trying to please others.

Or some lunatic who spreads false rumors just for fear of causing chaos in the world.

But the long-term war with the sages, and the many things he had just experienced with the sage who was suspected of being protected by the Green God.

Jean-Claude now had to re-read the sensational book in front of him in a new light.

Claude turned to the first page.

This was not the first time he had read this book, or even the first time he had opened it today.

The author's name printed in red ink on the title page is particularly eye-catching.

Yves Owen——    …

——Climbing the mountain to watch the beacon fire during the day, drinking horses and crossing the river at dusk——

Tieling garrison soldier Fan He stepped heavily into the thick snow in front of him.

He took a deep breath, surrounded by endless amounts of goose feather snow slowly falling from the sky, and sucked the cold air into his lungs.

The broken heart in the chest was trembling violently due to the coldness at this moment, and then it continuously supplied the blood in the body to the whole body, so that the lungs could squeeze out the last trace of nutrients from the cold gas just now.

In this way, the already exhausted body, which had been in the cold pursuit for a long time, could hold on for the last breath and return to the station.

Take the heads of the two Tieling deserters behind you to the guard post for delivery.

Thinking about it, Fan He hit his chest hard with his fist.

So that he could breathe smoothly, which was almost stiff.

But even though there was a layer of bear skin, I could still feel the bone-chilling coldness of the iron armor on my chest.

Fan He suddenly felt bad.

For some reason, my body and trunk could no longer feel the cold.

Maybe it’s because of the demon fox we just met when we were crossing the river—probably—

he guessed.

This is probably the source of the unexplained dizziness in the snow just now.

Thinking of this, he felt his limbs begin to tremble involuntarily, and the stiffness in his torso made his expression change.

He quickly took out a map written on silk from his arms.

After laying out the comparison, looking up and looking around, I finally determined my current position while the blizzard had been raining for three consecutive days but had not completely swallowed everything up.

There is less than fifteen miles left to the station on Twin Peaks.

What if you give up your armor and weapons and return to life with only clothes to keep out the cold and the heads of two escaped soldiers?

It can be reached in about an hour.

Fan He thought.

He looked at the weapon in his hand, which was all the wealth he had accumulated in the past ten years.

Two long swords, an iron spear, two one-handed armor-breaking hammers, and a bronze golden melon.

There is also the armor on his body that has been inherited from three generations of old Tieling guards.

He thought that if he still wanted to survive in this heavy snow, he should return to the base before his body temperature was taken away by the sudden blizzard to avoid the penalty of missing the deadline.

He would have to leave most of his belongings on the road and wait until the snow stopped to find them again.

He couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

Even the tattoo on the left cheek became hot with anger.

Yes, Fan He is not a military household who has been stationed in the far northeastern border of the empire for generations under the orders of the imperial court.

Although in fact they are no different from the best and most loyal border guards in the empire.

Among the Tieling Guards, except for those officials who are rotated every five years.

Others, ranging from pawns to hundreds of households, and even thousands of households, are all descendants of criminal officials who were relegated to Tieling to guard the border by the emperors and their families for various reasons.

Among them are criminal ministers of Hongwu, orphans of Jingnan, criminal generals who lost their army and lost their city, and losers of the Chenghua party struggle...

All kinds of characters, no matter how prominent they were.

As long as they offend the power of heaven, the court and the emperor will ruthlessly deprive them of all the honors they once had.

And the shameful charges of "disrespect" were recorded on him and his descendants from generation to generation. In the wilderness of the empire, his descendants used their flesh and blood and lives to atone for their treason that offended Long Yan. .

Fan He thought as he reluctantly peeled off the armor on his body.

The lining of the iron armor was completely wet from swimming in the water when chasing the two escapees. Now it is completely frozen, and it cannot play the buffering effect it should have.
  (End of this chapter)