Chapter 164

Guy Craig vallant, his Highness the great prince of stoke Kingdom, and his mother is the crown of the three princesses of the eilanfaro empire.

Before the age of 20, he was like a bright pearl embellishing the history of stoke kingdom. His unparalleled caster talent, integrity and kindness were the most eye-catching existence of the Kingdom at that time.

By fate, at the age of 20, guy became the youngest magician in Stoke Kingdom, and defeated the lizard army of behlik kingdom in the west of the kingdom.

There are even rumors that Lord Craig, who has entered the legendary road, intends to take him as his disciple.

Everyone can expect that he will become the next king of stoke, even the powerful king.

Everything is step by step, waiting for the established results,

But fate is unpredictable. If you care about you one moment, you will be pushed into hell the next.

In 1428, the spring season came quietly. The elanfaro Empire raided the gate of sorrow, seriously damaged the northern legion, and tens of thousands of soldiers died on the front line of the war, thus opening the ten-year Patriotic War of stoke kingdom.

Guy's fate has also changed. His mother's identity and inexplicable speculation have made him fall from the proud son of heaven, become a suspect of public criticism, and even get out of the palace.

During the ten-year Patriotic War, under the intentional or unintentional cold treatment, guy's situation was ignored, and no one even dared to mention his name. It seems that even the king ignored the first successor of the kingdom.

When the final victory came, countless heroes were born at the great victory moment, guy's identity was also mentioned, and the once proud son of heaven was no longer seen. In silence, he stood in the gorgeous palace and accepted the arrangement of fate.

He was exiled to the gate of sorrow and became a nominal commander, facing the legions of his mother's empire.

Even if he did well in the local war in the future, he didn't get the reward from Limon Tanlu, as if the whole kingdom had forgotten his existence.

Yes, no one cares about his so-called great prince. Many forces once crowded around him crowded around his incompetent brothers, while he lost his hot heart in repeated pressure, leaving only one to fill the cold heart.

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"Your Highness, it's a pleasure to meet you!" modrian straightened his body and bowed slightly 45 degrees, which is a very standard aristocratic etiquette.

The cool blue energy picked up modrian's body. Guy looked at him with great interest, and his dark blue eyes twinkled with inexplicable brilliance.

"In just two years, the once little guy has grown into a famous real power Baron in the north, and even his own strength has stepped into a great knight."

"I'm a little curious about you, or the existence behind you?!"

"You are joking. Compared with your deeds, what I have done is not worth mentioning." modrian whispered. Being noticed is an uncomfortable feeling, but his words are not flattering words, but actually feel a strong sense of danger from his Highness the great prince in front of him, which is far more deadly than the abyss devil and the bishop of the temple of power.

Guy leaned back slightly and leaned on the soft back of the table. The deep blue light appeared in the pressed pupils, gathered his emotions, and the cold words directly tore off the false mask.

"I think Baron modrian should have guessed what I was going to do?"

"I want to get back what belongs to me, what was destined as early as the moment I was born."

Sure enough, the struggle for kingship!

Modrian didn't answer in a hurry. He looked at count Raphael on the other side. As a veteran's expression control, he got nothing, including the elusive taste.

However, since the great prince appears here, the choice of the Harriman family is obvious.

"Hehe, is this a game that makes me fall in?"

Count Raphael's invitation was seen by many aristocratic forces at the banquet. Once his Highness the great prince and the Harriman family rise to power, he will certainly be marked with the same camp.

If the Harriman family had not provided him with a lot of help in the past time, modrian wanted to overturn the conference table and leave directly. He believed in the strength of Bobby and gulagas.

But now

"In fact, the choice is very simple. We take what we need. What I need is the force of your followers, and I can continue to provide you with appropriate 'help'." guy stared at modrian's eyes and said word by word. His clear voice woke up some of modrian's confused memories like a raindrop.

"Lakstark fortress in the renwal mountains is a legendary fortress forged by ice and snow dwarves. Many great nobles have sent scouts and sneakers into the mountains to pursue ancient traces."

"Do you think that if Uncle Raphael and I hadn't covered it up as much as possible, you would have developed so smoothly in the past two years? Even the title of tunwoborg and Baron is due to us..."

Modrian's Brown pupils tightened in an instant. He seemed to understand something. No wonder the economic development of ewendell town has not been affected by other cities in the past two years and is in a state of rapid prosperity.

He thought it was the deterrent of many heroes and elite cavalry under his command, but he ignored some external profound influence.

And why did the temple of power attack the town of ewendell so coincidentally before this banquet? Is it true that no one leaked the news? Or just to explore the strength of Valoran collar?

A lot of things can't be said, and it's not clear. It's far more appropriate to rot in your heart.

"In that case, I choose......"

For the struggle for kingship, he knows himself. Only one third of the acre led by Valoran has involved most of his attention, and there is no superfluous force to participate in the throne battle like a black hole.

As for the follow-up, as he once said in front of Uncle Benny, he now has enough strength to deal with many unexpected things.

The words of rejection have not yet been exported, and the cold system prompt sound that has not been seen for a long time rings out in my mind.

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[Ding... Main task release!]

[main task: death of the king]

[task time: 60 days]

[task reward:??]

[mission Description: what's the fear of dying people? A storm sweeping stoke kingdom is about to begin. Maybe it's not just stoke Kingdom, but what you have to do is very simple. Put up the flying Valoran flag on the broken throne.]

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"Very simple? Sorry, it's very difficult for me."

The sudden main task left modrian speechless. He tried his best to keep his face calm, but his mind twinkled.

The battle of kingship, the broken throne, the death of the king!

It seems that there is no escape, so there are not many choices to do now. No, it should be said that there is only one.

Modrian slowly looked at his highness guy in front of him, and then looked at count Raphael, who remained silent all the time, and smiled.