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The moment the flames rose, it spread to the entire palace, but even under the height of the scary flames, the place where Zhao Nan was located was safe and sound.

Not to mention being swallowed by the flames, even the temperature is normal... However, looking at the palace that was slowly incinerating to ashes under the flames, the old king was convinced that all this was not an illusion.

Nordor Palace! This has been passed on for many generations, and the glory of the family that has been passed into his own hands, but now it is burned in front of his own eyes.

The eyes of the old king shed tears of humiliation, with endless hatred, looking at the culprit who caused all this. At this time, a pair of hateful eyes gathered on Zhao Nan at the same time.

Members of the royal family from this group of men, women and children.

If you have a weapon in your hand, then it's probably like rushing forward, right? Zhao Nan bore these hateful eyes indifferently, while over there, Iverson's face was filled with a cruel smile.

Even if you didn’t do it yourself, it’s a spiritual pleasure to watch the horror of the royal family of Nordor... It’s just that the broken sword and broken blade inserted into the imperial city... during transplantation. , His heart has begun to be strange.

According to records, it seems that it is almost 90% similar to the natal battle doll of a certain city lord of Pompeii. Zhao Nan once said to him that he promised someone to avenge the kingdom of Nordor.

Could it be that besides himself, Pompeii also had a college-level person who also escaped the disaster?

"Don't think about so many things that you can't imagine." But Zhao Nan said abruptly at this time: "Your wisdom is limited. Just show it to me."

Iverson's heart was shocked... This person really knew exactly what he was thinking! At this moment, Noyt, who stood silently behind Zhao Nan, glanced at Iverson lightly, and said in his heart: It's more than just seeing through. If you don't notice it, even your own thoughts will be guided invisibly.

His master... is becoming stronger day by day, it seems that he has entered a period of rapid ascent, as if there is no end!

The small world is already like this, and Neuter couldn't imagine it. After the small world completes the transformation of the realm of gods, who else in this world can contend with this newly born master?

Probably, there is only this world... the creator of all this, right? Noyt made a horrible guess secretly in his heart.

"Don't think about some things." Zhao Nan suddenly said the same thing.

Noit suddenly felt cold all over his body, and he lowered his head, not daring to take another look.

Suddenly an exclamation sound came out. It was a gray-haired old man among a group of scholars wearing black robes. He glared at Iverson next to Zhao Nan, "I recognize you! You are how many times before. I have invaded the royal city this time, that traitor of my clan!"

Hear the words. Iverson was suddenly furious. If it wasn't for his body to be dominated and unable to react too much, he would definitely jump out at this moment, point to this rebellious back, and scold fiercely...No matter how much you put it, As the most outstanding university student in Pompeii, Iverson also existed like the ancestors of this group of people. I was scolded by my own children and grandchildren. How can you tolerate it?

Zhao Nan gave Iverson a playful look at this time, and found it quite interesting.

He used almost everything for revenge. Even his body was transformed into a magic tool, but in the end, a group of backs regarded him as a traitor.

Things are actually quite simple. Noldo looted many residents of Pompeii. Let them continue to multiply, take away the infants, and in a threatening manner urge the scholars to teach their offspring magical techniques, but they cannot identify themselves. for a long time. The family of scholars has been taught to become a race dedicated to the attachment of the Nordor royal family.

The final work has also become the ultimate weapon that the royal family has spent countless efforts to create. And Iverson, under the demonization of the Nordor royal family, turned into an attempt to steal the last work and betray the royal family. An ungrateful, evil person who tries to rule by himself.

In the past, Iverson invaded the royal city several times, but because of the many forbidden circuits buried in the royal city, he was unable to exert his strength as a half-magic man. He nearly survived several times. Faced with accusations, he wanted to analyze but no one Regardless, I can't tell you the suffering, and I can only escape in sadness in the end.

Because he thought it was funny, Zhao Nan ignored the old man’s angry words and waved his hand to silence him. Instead, he looked at the old king of Norduo Country and chuckled: “I’m thinking, if I treat you too The clansmen have made the appearance of Pompeii back then, so after a few decades, will your children and grandchildren also criticize you as a traitor?"

"I don't know what you are talking about!" The old king's face changed slightly, but he left behind his words, "If you want to kill, kill! The people of my clan are the people who are greedy for life and fear of death!"

"There is a woman over there. It seems to have been pregnant for several months, right? I don't know if it was a girl or a boy?" Zhao Nan was still indifferent: "Here, how old is this? It seems worth training...Anyway He will not remember what happened today, ten years later, or become a loyal servant...Oh, yes, are there any grandchildren or the like in this?"

The old king's face suddenly turned pale...This is the most sinister threat in the world! At this moment, he was in a state of confusion, thinking about the words of the other party...the whole body was cold!

The most terrifying thing is not the torture of the body, but this kind of talk like a family greeting. It is creating pictures of despair as if looking up at heaven in hell, which almost makes people's senses collapse!

"You...how on earth can you let us go."

Powerless, the old king was only in a few words of conversation, and he couldn't raise the slightest heart of resistance at all.

"Give it a truth to these enslaved guys." Zhao Nan pointed to the many scholars on the other side: "Tell them who is the traitor and who is their enemy. Don't think too much, in fact you don't have it at all. There is room for choice... Is it to let one's own descendants make eternal swearing at their own graves, or to ask for a happy one and choose by themselves."

The old king's lips trembled slightly several times, and he wanted to speak, but he wanted to press his lips. He glanced sadly at the huge tribe behind him.

In order to strengthen his country and perfect Pompeii's final work, he has been cautious since he took the throne, even not actively attacking or expanding his territory. Even when my own city of God’s choice rebelled inexplicably, he didn’t go too far...Even the invasion of the Sea Clan, the first thing I thought of was not resisting, but contributing my own territory in order to preserve my rule. Conditions, unconditional surrender to the Sea Clan!

Everything is just for patience, to endure the completion of the final work... Waiting for the moment to get everything back!

However, this kind of waiting, I don't know when the opportunity has been completely missed.

The old king burst into tears, and with his hoarse voice, he slowly reproduced the real history of the kingdom and Pompeii in front of the descendants of this group of scholars.

The raging fire is still boiling, and an unprecedented collapse of faith and anger are also gradually born in the descendants of this group of scholars.

Swearing, roaring, crazy, absent-minded, sobbing, trembling, numb, self-deprecating... pale.

Against the voices and eyes of many scholars and descendants, at the moment when the story was about to finish, the old king of Nordor became clear-eyed.

At this moment, his body seemed to glow with unprecedented vitality. Under Zhao Nan's perception, there is a flame of will in the heart of the old king, which is like a bonfire that has just been lit, and it is rising!

"Oh? The world is really big." Zhao Nan looked at the old king in amazement. At this moment, this old guy actually started to break away... At this level of the legendary world at level sixty-nine, with this wind blowing Can Zhu's body! And it was a separate separation, and the speed was extremely fast, even at the moment of separation, it was also pinning one's will at the same time.

Moreover, this is still an emotion that makes Zhao Nan feel very familiar...Hates his own powerlessness, is unwilling to be controlled and powerless by others, and wants to resist all this suppression.

It turned out to be taking the path of his own rebellion.

At this time, the influence of overbearing **** appeared. What is domineering? That is to dominate everything, and there can be no resistance.

How could Zhao Nan let another person in the world also have the power of will similar to himself? Even though this old king can really develop his will, he will not be dominated by hegemony, but in Zhao Nan's eyes, this kind of will of similar nature is like a crack in a perfect mirror, which is unbearable. .

With a cold snort, like a thunderbolt, the old king's condensing will was instantly shattered. This cold snort even shocked his soul, reaching the depths...in this life and this world, he is no longer able to condense his will.

The old king spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes did not conceal his bitterness... He understood that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was ruined in this person's hands at this moment.

Zhao Nan stood up a little boringly, "I will not kill you. But from today, the name Nordor no longer exists in the Paradise World, whether it is the name of the principality or the name of the city! It is not allowed in the history books. Appear! There is no Royal Nordo! And you, you exist as slaves...become the slaves of this group of scholars."

Let’s just say, Zhao Nan turned his head and glanced at all the descendants of scholars: "You avenged the enmity of Pompeii, and then I need you to work for me. If you don’t want to, then forget everything and live as an ordinary person. This life is good!"

How to choose?

Iverson took a deep breath... Did all the grievances and grievances in that period of history fall into the hands of this man in the end?