Chapter 968

The moment the flame rose, it spread to the whole palace, but even under the terrible flame height, Zhao Nan's place was safe and sound.

Not to mention being swallowed up by the flame, even the temperature is normal... But looking at the palace slowly incinerated into ashes under the flame, the old king was sure that all this was not an illusion.

Nordo palace! This city, which has been handed down for many generations and has been introduced into his own hands, is now burned in front of his eyes.

The old king's eyes shed tears of humiliation and looked at the culprit of all this with endless hatred. At this time, a pair of eyes with hatred also gathered on Zhao Nan.

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

If you have a weapon in your hand, it's probably like rushing forward directly? Zhao Nan bore these hatred eyes indifferently, and there, Iverson's face was full of a cruel smile.

Even if he didn't do it himself, it's also a spiritual enjoyment to see the tragedy of the nordor royal family... But the broken sword and blade inserted into the Imperial City... He began to wonder when transplanting.

According to the records, it seems that it is almost 90% similar to the original battle doll of a certain city Lord in Pompeii. Zhao Nan once told him that he promised someone to take revenge on nordor kingdom.

Did Pompeii city, besides itself, have a man of the university level who also escaped the original disaster?

"Don't think about so many things you can't imagine." but unexpectedly, Zhao Nan said coldly: "your wisdom is limited. Just look at it for me."

Iverson was shocked... This man really knew what he was thinking! At this time, Noah, who stood silently behind Zhao Nan, looked at Iverson gently and said to himself: it's not just that simple to see through. If you don't notice it, even your own ideas will be guided invisibly.

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

The small world has been like this. Neuter can't imagine who in the world can compete with this new master after the small world completes the transformation of the field of God.

Probably, there is only the creator of the world... All this? Noit secretly made a terrible guess.

"You don't want to think about something that doesn't exist." Zhao Nan suddenly said the same sentence.

There was a cold feeling all over neutton. He bowed his head and didn't dare to look again.

Suddenly, a scream came out. It was a white haired old man among a group of scholars in black robes. He glared at Iverson around Zhao Nan, "I know you! You are the traitor who invaded the King City several times in those years!"

Hearing the speech, Iverson was immediately angry. If his body was not dominated and couldn't make too many reactions, he would jump out at the moment, point to the rebellious back and scold severely... Anyway, Iverson, as the most outstanding university student in Pompeii city, also existed like the ancestors of this group of people. How can you tolerate being scolded by your own children and grandchildren?

Zhao Nan took a playful look at Iverson and thought it was quite interesting.

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

Things are actually simple. In those years, nordo robbed many residents of Pompeii. Let them continue to reproduce, take away young children, and drive scholars to teach their offspring magic guidance technology in a threatening way, but they can't show their identity. For a long time, the family of scholars has been taught to exist specifically to attach to the nordor royal family.

The final work has also become the ultimate weapon made by the royal family with countless efforts. Under the vilification of the nordor royal family, Iverson became an ungrateful and evil man who tried to steal the last work, betray the royal family, and try to dominate himself.

In those years, Iverson invaded the King City several times, but because of the many prohibition circuits buried in the King City, he could not give full play to his strength as a semi demon man. He almost died and survived several times. Facing the accusation, he wanted to analyze it, but nobody paid attention to it. He couldn't say what he suffered. Finally, he could only escape sadly.

Because it was interesting, Zhao Nan ignored the old man's angry words, but waved to him to stop. Instead, he looked at the old kings of noel and said with a smile: "I'm thinking, if I made your people look like Pompeii city in those years, will your descendants scold a traitor at you in a few decades?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" the old king's face changed slightly, but he threw down his cruel words, "kill if you want! Are people of our family greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"There's a woman over there who seems to have been pregnant for several months? I don't know whether she was born a girl or a boy?" Zhao Nan was still indifferent: "How old is this one here? It seems worth cultivating... Anyway, he won't remember what happened today, or become a loyal servant more than ten years later... Oh, by the way, are there any grandchildren in it?"

The old king turned pale now... This is the most insidious threat in the world! At the moment, he was confused, looking and thinking about the words of the other party... Cold everywhere!

The most terrible thing is not the torture of the body, but this kind of speech like a family greeting. It is creating a desperate picture like looking up to heaven in hell, which almost makes people collapse!

"You... How can you let us go?"

Powerless, the old king could not raise the slightest resistance in just a few words of conversation.

"Give me the truth, these enslaved guys." Zhao Nan pointed to 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 have no choice... Whether to let your offspring spit on their graves forever or ask for a happy choice."

The old king's lips trembled slightly several times. When he wanted to speak, he had to close his lips. He glanced sadly at the huge people behind him.

In order to strengthen his country and perfect Pompeii's last work, he has been cautious since he ascended the throne, even without taking the initiative to attack or expanding his territory. Even the inexplicable traitors in their chosen city didn't go too far... Even when the Hai people invaded, they didn't think of resistance at the first time, but contributed their own territory and made unconditional surrender to the Hai people on the condition of retaining their own rule!

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

However, I do not know when this waiting has completely missed the opportunity.

The old king was full of tears. With his hoarse voice, he slowly reappeared a 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.

Rage, roar, madness, absence, sobbing, trembling, numbness, self mockery... Pale.

With the voices and eyes of many scholars and descendants, the old king of nordo became clear-minded at the moment when the story was about to finish.

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

"Oh? The world is so big that there are no surprises." Zhao Nan looked at the old king in surprise. The old guy began to get divorced at this time... At the level of 69 legendary circles, with a body like a candle in the wind! And it is still a separate separation, and the speed is extremely fast. Even at the moment of separation, it is also reposing its own will.

Moreover, this is an emotion that makes Zhao Nan feel very familiar... Hate her own powerlessness, unwilling to be controlled by others and powerless, and want to resist all this repression.

Entering is also like his own rebellious way.

At this time, the influence of domineering domination appeared. What is tyranny? That is to dominate everything without any resistance.

How can Zhao Nan let another person in the world also have a will power similar to his own? Although the old king would not be domineering even if he could develop his will, in Zhao Nan's eyes, this will of similar nature was like a crack on the perfect mirror, which was unbearable.

With a cold hum, like a thunderbolt, the old king's will, which was gathering, was shaken and scattered in an instant. This cold hum even shocked his soul and reached the depths... In this life, he can no longer condense his will.

The old king spit out a mouthful of blood and made no secret of his resentment in his eyes... He knew that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was destroyed in this man's hand at the moment.

Zhao Nan stood up somewhat uninteresting, "I won't kill you. But from today on, the name of nordo no longer exists in the paradise world, whether it's the name of the principality or the name of the city! It's not allowed to appear in history books! There's no nordo royal family! And you exist as slaves... Become slaves of this group of scholars."

Come on, Zhao Nan turned to look at all the descendants of scholars: "you have avenged Pompeii city. Next, I need you to work for me. If you don't want to, forget everything and live your life as an ordinary person!"

How to choose?

Iverson took a deep breath... Did the gratitude and resentment in that history end up in the hands of this man?