Chapter 56 The Exile Dones (two in one, please read it)

"It's so beautiful."

Dones personally put the crown on his sister's head, took two steps back, and said softly: "My sister, my king."

Hispania was completely stunned.

"I...this is not what I want..." She murmured. She was so shocked that it was almost difficult to formulate a complete sentence.

"Don't doubt yourself, Hispania."

Donius sighed, "You are closer to the flames of the gods than anyone else, even our father, and you are smarter than anyone else."

"More than thirty years ago, when the evil god descended from the sky, you were the first to realize that something was wrong. Not long ago, you were also the first to risk your life to enter the poisoned city and awaken it.

into our father’s consciousness.”

"If it weren't for you, I and many dragonborn might have died in the war."

Dones paused for a moment, then looked into his sister's eyes with burning eyes and said seriously: "You will become a qualified king."

"But if I become the king, what about you?"

Hispania asked rhetorically.

"I have already thought about my way back." Donis said: "I am going to Winterland City, where I will guard the Great Wall and resist the monsters and evil corpses on the ice field to repay the sins I have committed in the past."

"I hope that after a thousand years, when I meet my father again in the kingdom of God's flames, I can hold my chest high and my head high, without any impurities in my lofty soul."

Hispania fell silent.

From the destruction of Shenqi City to the end of the offensive and defensive battle of Coster Fortress.

Less than a month before and after.

It's only a short month, which is nothing to a dragonborn with a lifespan of up to a thousand years.

But in this short period of one month, his brother has undergone earth-shaking changes. He is still the same as before, but he has become more mature and steady, just like his father.

Hispania saw the steadfast light of a saint in Donez's pupils.

She knew she could no longer persuade her.

Hispania stretched out his hand, and finally lowered it weakly, saying softly: "I wish you good luck in martial arts, my favorite brother."

"I also wish you can bathe in the glory of the gods forever." Dones knelt on one knee and saluted: "My sister, my queen."

…

Donez left the Fortress of Coster.

Heading alone to the cold winterland city in the north.

And not long after.

A grand celebration was held in Coster Fortress. Queen Hispania became the third generation king of the Dragonborn and the third generation high priest.

on that day.

Dragonborn came from different cities and across long mountains and rivers to celebrate the queen's enthronement.

Even, on that day, the Quetzalcoatl came in person.

This incident has also become a legend.

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Castle Coster is in the south of the continent, while Winterfell is almost in the northernmost part of the continent.

There are thousands of kilometers between the two.

This is not an easy road. There are countless difficulties and obstacles in it. Even for a dragonborn, it is full of fatal dangers. If you are not careful, you may lose your life.

Dones, on the other hand, relied on his courage and superhuman physical fitness.

Kill all kinds of monsters you encounter on the road.

Finally, after spending more than half a year, Dones finally arrived at his destination covered in dust.

What appeared in front of us was a huge city that looked like a sculpture of ice and snow. Walls more than 300 meters high rose from the ground like mountains, spreading outward to the end of the line of sight.

Coster City and Winterfell are two famous fortress cities among the Dragonborn tribe.

Donez had already seen the former half a year ago.

But the latter seems to be even more shocking when I see it for the first time.

Under the huge city, the city lord of Winterland City, an old dragonborn named Nedalun, seems to have received the news and is waiting under the city wall.

Nedalun was wearing a black linen robe, with ravines on his face. The most obvious thing was the black tattoo on his left cheek that symbolized sin. Because the City of Divine Inspiration was destroyed, the Dragonborn's first code was stillborn.

Each city has different regulations and penalties.

But there is no doubt that the Dragonborn is proud of the flame patterns on his body. Those tattoos that destroy the pattern are undoubtedly a huge humiliation for the Dragonborn.

What's more, it's tattooed on the face.

Donius frowned secretly, and at the same time saw some ragged young dragonborns looking at him with evil intentions near the old city lord.

The six-month long journey made Donez feel exhausted.

He originally expected to receive hospitality and welcome when he arrived in the city, but things didn't seem to be what he imagined.

Just when Donius was looking at the city and the dragonborn in the city.

A black-robed and tattooed dragonborn named Nedalen slowly stepped forward. His tone was filled with vicissitudes of life and said, "Dones, the eldest son of King Adam, you are indeed as brave and tall as the legend."

The average dragonborn is between ten and fifteen meters tall.

And Dones is nearly eighteen meters tall. Even the tallest dragonborn present can only reach Dones's chest.

Nidalen changed the subject and continued: "However, Dones, this city is a place of exile. This is not a place suitable for you. Leave here as soon as possible."

Nidalen persuaded.

Donius looked at some of the dragonborn around him, with a playful look in his eyes.

He shook his head: "The people in this city are no more dangerous than the monsters and aliens in the wilderness. I am here just to temper myself."

"well…"

Nidaren sighed deeply, seeing Dones looking so stubborn.

Without further persuasion, he took Donez into the city.

The huge city is cold and desolate, with dilapidated and leaky houses scattered on both sides of the street. Huge skeletons and dinosaur carcasses are carelessly placed on the roadside.

Dones never expected that such a majestic city would have such a dirty scene.

Suddenly he couldn't help but frown.

"This is your future residence..." Nidalun led Dones to a gathering area in the city. A huge bonfire burned brightly in the square, dispelling the coldness of the north.

What appeared in front of Donez was a simple stone house.

The adobe room was obviously designed according to the body shape of an ordinary dragonborn. It was not big, and Donius estimated that he could not even straighten up in it.

Fortunately, the gaps between the stones are fairly tightly sealed, so the insulation effect should be pretty good, and it's much cleaner than other surrounding rooms.

Dones said nothing and placed his weapons and the food he carried with him in the room.

"Tomorrow, I will take you for a walk in the city tomorrow. You can have a good rest here first."

Nidaren said to Dones.

The old dragonborn seemed to have other things to deal with. After a few simple explanations, he turned and left.

Watching the old city lord leave.

The surrounding dragonborn with ill intentions immediately sneered and surrounded him.

"What do you want to do?" Donez walked out of his room, holding an iron rod in his hand.

His original Grania sword had been left to his sister. When he left the city of Coster, he just took away an iron rod.

Compared to weapons such as swords.

Although blunt instruments like iron rods are much less lethal, the advantage is that they are durable and will not be easily broken, making them more suitable for long distances.

"You are Donis, the son of King Adam, why are you here?" A dragonborn with scars on his face guessed badly: "Let me see, you must have made a mistake and been exiled.

"

"Adam is a cruel king, and his children are also bad." Another somewhat elderly dragonborn said numbly.

"I heard that your sister has become the queen of the dragonborn. Will she rely on her body to satisfy those greedy big city lords?" A dragonborn with a mouth full of fangs teased.

As his voice sounded.

The dragonborn around him suddenly laughed.

Only Dones, who was surrounded by the prisoners in the center, looked increasingly ugly.

"That's enough!"
To be continued...