C374 The Story Two(2)

Anya had a smile on her face, as if she was already familiar with this kind of storytelling method.

"It is naturally a great honor to be able to become the patriarch of an undying enemy. However, not being the patriarch doesn't necessarily mean that it is not glorious. Perhaps it is even more glorious. In the era of the later undying kings, the strongest warriors in the clan have never been the clan leader. Because they had a more glorious mission, which was to be chosen by the oracle as the guardian of the undying kings. Being able to become the leader doesn't necessarily mean that the undying kings will look at you, do you understand? " The middle-aged storyteller said.

"Oh, so Zhang Hao followed the undying king, becoming the guardian of the undying king's heroic spirit. Understood!" That partner was full of smiles.

"Bullshit!" I couldn't bear it any longer, immediately standing up. My father had been fighting against that dark inexorable law for the rest of his life. How did he become the Undying King's World Protector? I don't care about all kinds of jokes, but I can't tolerate the so-called history of turning black and white to distort my father's character.

"Haha!" The listeners all laughed, thinking that I am the other partner of the storyteller.

The middle-aged storyteller was slightly surprised. "Brother, do you have any objections?"

"You are completely inverting black and white! My 'I' almost couldn't help but blurt out that my father views the undying king as dirt!

Anya tugged at my sleeve, "What's wrong with you? Why do you have such a big reaction? He didn't speak nonsense. This was how it was recorded in the true history. The protectors chosen by the undying king were all famous clan heroes. Their reputation was not below the tribe leader's. Every year, the undying kings pay their respects to these guardians who left their names in history, enjoying supreme glory just like the previous clan leaders. "

My father doesn't need such glory! I deeply know that my father, Zhang Hao, his world cannot be reconciled with the undying king's world. The undying king is a hero, a god, but also a devil. As for my father, he is a human, a person with flesh and blood, a person with emotions and righteousness. My father's entire life has been resisting that inhumane law, how could he possibly change his own values?

Seeing my indignant look, Anya can't understand. " Did you take the wrong medicine? I didn't drug you either. You left this place early, so you naturally don't know much about the history of this place. Why are you so rude to think that other people invert black and white? Could it be that you know the truth of history?"

" Friend, I'm not joking. I'm talking about the truth of history. If you don't think it's interesting enough, other styles might be more suitable for you. Please, please. " The middle-aged storyteller was annoyed that I was causing trouble, so he directly asked me to leave.

Anya stood up in a low voice, "You do not like to listen to stories. It is up to you. Then you can walk around by yourself. I won't accompany you anymore. " She then picked out the "Flower of Pain" and categorized it into different colors and wrapped it in different colored cloth.

"I'm going home. Let's meet again on the 13th of July. When the sacrificial ceremony starts, I'll appear in the formation on the east side. You'll be able to see me easily." Anya carried her backpack and gently shook my hand. She turned around and was about to leave.

"Anya, help me inquire about Soutar. If you see him, contact me immediately. This is very important to me. Thank you."

Anya turned around and asked, "Where can I find you?"

I pointed to a hotel on the right and said, "I will stay here. If you have any news, come and find me."

Anya smiled and said, "A poor homeless person." After saying that, she did not stay any longer and left gracefully.

"Under the protection of the undying king's heroic spirit, the young Zhang Loong came to City of Light. The City of Light and the Vinck were both known as the Eastern Twin Cities, which was the origin of the mage of light system. At the border between the City of Light and the Vinck, it is the Tower of Darkness that suppressed the King of Hatred. The mage of light system, the holy warrior, and the berserker guarded the soul stone that imprisoned the King of Hate for generations. The middle-aged storyteller continued his story.

All the history related to me and my father had been tampered with. When I was young, I had never been to the City of Light. Why did you tamper with history? I thought that everything related to me would be deleted by the history books of the Arreat. That way, I would be able to accept it. Could it be that all of this was done by Suk? I stood there blankly, my thoughts running wild. I can no longer listen to what the storyteller said.

The number of people on the streets of the city gradually decreased, but the Harrogath was still brightly lit. The prosperity of this place was not inferior to the City of Light. Suk was indeed a great patriarch. At least he made the people of the Arreat live a better life through his own efforts. This was no longer a desolate land where only cold-blooded warriors lived. No matter what, it was the right decision for me to escape from the Battle of Fate. At least, I brought a wise leader to Arreat. If I kill Suk, I don't know what the fate of Arreat will be like. Perhaps it will be the same as always, maintaining ignorance and barbarism. Suk deliberately deified my image, which makes me both moved and sad. Looking at the prosperous scene of Harrogath, I can somewhat understand Suk. The light of the undying king cannot be concealed, but it can create a similar image. At least, the people of Arreat have their own choices in terms of faith.

The inexorable law of the Immortal King was still unshakable, and Suk didn't have the ability to do so. However, at least the men of Arreat who weren't suited to be warriors had more choices.

Suk, my only friend in Arreat, my cousin.