wps1: Nine Thousand Words Big Root New... No, it's a big update. I originally wanted to divide it into several chapters, but I'd better forget it...

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Rejecting Billy Herrington's advice to accompany him, Caesar set off with Duckham. [Share from netizens] Due to the lack of time-saving and labor-saving flight methods, Caesar was still riding the ride-shaking of the Dark Elves Commander - it was better to say that it was the thunder clouds he condensed like the essence. The black and red thunder clouds held the two of them, almost riding the clouds and moving against the wind.

"Using high-intensity and highly condensed light clouds as props to assist in flight is the concept first proposed by the Flying Monkey Army of the Orc Empire. Unfortunately, the Monkey Man had been destroyed ten thousand years ago, and the secret method did not exist. We can only imitate some specious things." Darkham looked at Caesar with a curious look and also secretly sarcastic sentence.

"That only means that the Monkey Man did not do human affairs back then, and no one could tolerate it, and he deserved to perish." Caesar said casually, he was a member of the Northland Orcs, and the Orc Empire had nothing to do with him, but... since the remnants of the Moon Clan still exist, it means that the Monkey Man should have left seeds... There must be a lot of good things.

In fact, it seems that for the convenience of communication and quarrel, the base camp of the Forest Fairy and the Dark Fairy is not too far apart, and it is even just in the same forest. Caesar also wanted to look down at the full view of the Fairy Forest, and it seemed that it could not get what he wanted, but if you are here, you could vaguely see the outline of the Lake of Mist.

About five minutes later, the thunder clouds slowly slowed down, and Darkham lowered the clouds. The black light of lightning roared down, sending the two to the ground, and then disappeared.

"This is the Dark Castle, the place that the old stubborn and idiots avoided. The base camp of our Dark Elves." The lightning dissipated and revealed a human form. Caesar and Durkham stood side by side, staring at the quiet castle in front of them. The dark sky covered it, and from a distance it gave people the illusion of "What a terrible place".

"Do you advocate hiding in a small dark room for sex?" Caesar tilted his head, "or did that look amazing? Now even the necromancer who plays with bones in Tmall in the laboratory pulls the immortal servants out to bask in the sun every month."

"What we are pursuing is the dark side of philosophy - have you heard of the three creeds advocated by the witches of the Forest? The heart of warning, the heart of praise, the heart of tolerance... Hum. That is just the creed pursued by the weak." Durkham sneered, "Peace is just a lie, and fanaticism is the true meaning of philosophy. Fanaticism makes me stronger, and strength makes me stronger. Power makes me win, victory makes me break the shackles, philosophy makes me free. We are hundreds of times stronger than those cowards who are huddling in the sun!"

"I don't understand the truth, but only with strength can I have freedom. I don't object to this." Caesar smiled.

"Get in. The dark fairies regard the so-called politeness and rules as nothing, and everything is dirt. So no one will come out to welcome you and me, and there are no famous places and ancients for you to taste." Darkham left a cold sentence and walked in first.

"Hmph, a bad guy." Caesar shrugged and followed in - although it was an ancient castle. It was still an amazing building, similar to a fully functional castle. You could vaguely hear violent shouts and tremors of the earth. The loud shouts were endless, and it should be the wrestling activity of the dark fairies. However, this competitive movement should be very different from the wrestling of the forest fairies. The movements of the forest fairies are peaceful and proportionate, with a stern look. The mental thinking is more important than the movement of the body. The dark fairies seem to have no worries, falling when they want to fall, and the earth shakes when they fall.

Entering through the city gate, there was a huge open-air square in front of me. In the dark cold light, the dark fairies in groups of three or three were wearing black belts and spiked collars on their necks, roaring and fighting together. Some people were constantly being turned to the ground, and the collision between their bodies and stone slabs roared - the floor was also solid, and there was no sign of fragmentation.

Everyone saw Durkham, just nodded slightly, and then continued to devote themselves to the great cause of exercise.

What is more striking is that no matter where you are, the wine seems to be within reach. The wine barrels are distributed in groups of three or three in each place where you can reach your hands. From time to time, two dark elves who practiced each other let go of each other, came to the wine storage place with their arms around, drank it hard, and then roared and pulled away, and continued to twist together.

"Wine is the source of our motivation. Alcohol burns the body and produces the restlessness that drives the soul of philosophy. Our blood also has amazing alcohol content flowing in our blood!" Darkham nodded slightly and said to Caesar, "I heard that in the bitter and cold state of the north, the barbarians who are good at the snowy mountains also regard wine as one of the national cultures. If you want to drink it, I will certainly accompany you."

"Ah? That..." Caesar instinctively felt that it was not appropriate. Although his brain would wisely delete all the memories about drunkenness after he got drunk, even though Caesar was slow, he discovered this embarrassing fact--he seemed not good at drinking, and perhaps to the point where he dripped wine, he obviously came to mediate the war, but was knocked down by someone in a cup, which not only embarrassed the barbarians, but also made things wrong--it was better not to drink.

"What?" Durkham keenly saw Caesar's resistance, "Does the Dark Elf not deserve to drink with you?"

"This is not..." Caesar secretly complained in his heart. He said that he was not good at drinking, and I'm afraid no one would believe it.

"Then drink it!" Darkham smiled coldly, "Aren't you here to mediate the war? Then defeat me! From both wine and wrestling, the Dark Elves will only talk to the respectable strong men, the barbarians from the North!"

As he said this, Darkham seemed to be excited. The commander of the Dark Fairy stretched out his hand and waved the two wine barrels beside the wall were pulled by invisible force and roared into his hands. He shook his right hand and threw a half-body-sized wine to Caesar: "Let's start now. There is no good or bad thing in the Dark Fairy's wine storage, and everyone drinks the same!"

He patted open the lid of the barrel and took a deep breath. A long water rainbow flew out of the barrel and fell steadily into his mouth, like a long whale sucking water - almost in a moment, Durkham swallowed and swallowed. He had already drunk all the barrel of wine.

"It's your turn." The fairy didn't blush and his heart was beating. He threw the barrel back to the spot, then waved to the person watching next to him, "Go and find Ma Kai! Let him send him five hundred barrels of wine! Today I'll try the Thunder King's abilities!"

"Five..." Caesar was almost choked, five hundred barrels? You dare to say it! And the bastards around, at least express your surprise! Don't look like you take it for granted! Are you all wine barrels? I had known that Ibuki Seika would bring you!

Although he was so whispering in his heart, everyone's eyes fell on Caesar - like this attitude that was similar to being respectful first, and he had to respond well anyway. Caesar took a last look: "I really want to drink?"

"Are you still a savage?" Dukham shouted coldly, "If you can't drink, get out!"

"...Tsk." Caesar took a deep breath and blew up at the barrel. His body shook for a moment when he touched the alcohol, and then suddenly stood firm, drinking faster and faster. After a while, a barrel of wine suddenly came to an end. He closed his hands and shook the barrel into pieces. Caesar woke up.

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Artoria stood on the rocks on the top of the mountain, overlooking the surrounding mountains. She held an old hunting bow in her hand, and the pure white holy light was faintly emerging around her - Miller was just an ordinary hunter. The strength of her soul was only the level of an ordinary person, so it didn't take too much effort to search for such a person. She just needed to get the items he had used and then look for their mental fluctuations, but Artoria's method did not take effect. It seemed that there was a strange force that hindered her perception.

——There is a problem.

The instinct of the strong man prompted her that things were wrong, but this did not stop her from moving forward. At this time, the winter snow had not yet melted, and the mountains were still covered with layers of white snow, reflecting the sunlight, reflecting the vast white. She jumped down from the rocks, rushed towards the cliff in front of her, and fell down quickly - even if she was completely searching for every corner, she wanted to bring Miller back.

"You are wasting your efforts." At this moment, a thick voice suddenly sounded in your ears. The girl's eyes narrowed, her feet were on the rock wall behind her, and she climbed with her hands, attached to the rock wall. She looked around with a vigilant look: "Who is it?"

"To your right." Artoria looked to the right, and a slightly short but strong man sat on a raised rock wall. His muscles bulged like the rock behind him, as if he had accumulated unimaginable power. In addition, he seemed to merge with the cliff and the rock wall, as if the rock was his body - many powerful people have appeared in Britania recently.

"Who are you? What were you just talking about?" As if feeling the bad person coming, Artoria's voice was also very cold.

"A poor middle-aged man who had to run for it to get back his father's relics." The man was Beowulf. Because Artoria did not recognize him, he also showed the dwarf's sense of humor, uh... but the result was not satisfactory. The dwarf's funny talent was terrible, and Artoria's funny point was very high. Think about it, a simple and honest dwarf was telling a cold joke to a serious Paladin...

...The Thunder King is much more pleasing than her. At least that barbarian is good at complaining, and it is very interesting to talk to him.

The King of the Mountain quickly judged the pros and cons of the Knight King and the Thunder King in his mind, and quickly made a judgment based on the principle of personal preference. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be optimistic about Artoria - the reason was that she wouldn't complain?

"...This has nothing to do with me, but I have something to ask you for advice, strong man." Artoria threw the hunting bow in her hand at Beowulf, "Have you seen the master of this hunting bow? Or can you sense his existence?"

"See, but why should I care about a human news?" Beowulf waved his hand and sent the hunting bow back, "And you can't even protect yourself, for the sake of a kind of support?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Artoria became more and more alert, "Since you refuse to say it, I will say goodbye."

"I'm afraid you can't leave anymore, because someone asks me to take you over. Really, why do I always do this kind of offensive job?" Beowulf clapped his hands, "Come with me by yourself, or should I put you down first? For the sake of the Thunder King, I won't make things difficult for you, and don't make things difficult for me, he hasn't returned the hammer to me yet."

"That would disappoint you, and you never surrendered. What's more, are you acting wild in Brittany, aren't you afraid of being pursued by the Pope? Before abdication, I was still the king of a country. Are you challenging the world of mankind?" Artoria noticed the difference in strength between each other, and while thinking about countermeasures, she perfunctorily treated Beowulf.

"I knew you would say that, why did Medea know you so much?" Beowulf scratched his head and then threw out a delicate shoulder armor. "That boy is in our hands... Medea said, you will submit to that ant-like mortal."

"...betray the witch? She's right." Artoria was silent for a moment, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm just responsible for bringing you there, and the two witches want to talk to you about something." Beowulf shook his head. "If you agree, that mortal can be safely home, but relatively speaking, you have to keep a low profile."

"Don't worry, you are not too afraid that I will warn the royal city. I will not do this." Artoria said lightly.

Beowulf was stunned for a moment: "It's really OK... Isn't you too stupid to do this? You can clearly warn the royal city at this time. The strong people in the city are so full of their lives that we will suffer another big loss. Maybe Russell is unhappy. He directly called reinforcements from the headquarters of the Pope Hall. No matter what conspiracy they planned, they will have to pay for it."

"However, Miller will die. Maybe you will have to kill many innocent people in order to vent your anger. Besides, the possibility of leaving you behind is too small. Brittany will face your revenge in the future." Artoria was silent for a moment, and smiled and shook her head. "The meaning of the strong is to protect the weak and weak. I just don't want innocent people to be hurt. Maybe you and Caesar both said it well, and there is no way to protect everyone. I am too stupid."

"There is no end to the world, and fate is a world where the weak prey is over. Your wish is just a fool." Beowulf shook his head and sighed, "The most effective way to deal with the knight is to kill him with justice and creed. This is indeed true. The things you insist on have become your weakness. No wonder you lose to Caesar."

"Do you know Caesar?" Artoria's eyes were a little complicated.

"Of course, although we only fought a few times, we are already friends." Beowulf thought of the perverted barbarian who was crazy and desperate than anyone else, and his heart was slightly chilled, "...What an amazing madman."

"So...what would he make a decision if he was in my position?" asked the Daimao Knight curiously.

"He will pretend to submit and impose a serpent with me, and then launch a deadly sneak attack on me when my mind is relaxed, then use all means to attack me, desperately holding me until reinforcements arrive, and then call everyone to siege me until I capture me on the spot and use it to exchange hostages-and then secretly think about a conspiracy and find a way to kill us, even if it is the end of the world, never to die." Beowulf thought for a moment, then smiled, "—This is what the barbarian would do."

"What if the innocent weak people die?" asked the King of Brittania excitedly.

"—He will bear everything with his soul alone, and he will not protect the sorrow of his tribe and the pain he feels about the passing of life, but he will not regret it, because he is used to this fate. We are all the same people, knowing what loss is, what power is, and what preciousness is. We never say that we should protect everyone, but we will only do our best to protect everyone, because we already know what fate is." Beowulf said slowly, "Your power is always limited. You may become the strongest, but the strongest is never equal to invincibility. Your power will eventually have a state of mind, just as what you can do is always limited... I understood this truth when I was very young."

"...I used to think I could, because I was the chosen king of heaven that was passed down forever in Brittany. It was not until he broke my faith and pillar that I saw my powerless true self, but I was still, haha, maybe childish." Artoria sighed softly, "I have been struggling in confusion and determination over the years. Whenever I calm down and think, I always think of the important people I have met in my life... Everything about them made me firmly believe that this world has something that is above everything, the immortal light that guides the martyrs forward will not be destroyed by cruel destiny, and will not be turbulent by the swaying hearts. It transcends sadness and anger, blurs the boundary between kindness and evil..."

"But that's just an ideal. The Knight King can't do anything based on ideals alone." Beowulf shook his head.

"Maybe...but I have nothing left except that kind of thing. I have been persisting for countless years. Why not stick to the end?" Artoria smiled bitterly, and then said calmly. "Lead the way."

"No matter what, I admire those who stick to their dreams." Beowulf pondered for a moment, "Let's go."

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"The man on Witch Night, his ability to dig holes is amazing." Artoria stood proudly in the stone palace underground. Looking at the two witches who stopped in front of the stone wall, she smiled coldly, "Where is Miller?"

"That hunter, I've been put back." Medea looked back at her. It was obvious that he was almost seriously injured by Artoria and Caesar a few days ago, but she didn't look much resentful at this time. "You know you very well."

——The inexplicable light in the witch’s eyes made Artoria instinctively cold.

"Then what did you call me here?" Artoria said coldly, "If it's okay, I'll forgive me for losing my companion!"

"I'm just here to discuss some things with you, or to make a deal." Medea saw that Yuko Yihara had no desire to speak, so she could only take over the right to communicate. "It's just that you seem to have deep prejudice against the Witch Night, and we have to..."

"I've had a deep prejudice?" A sharp light flashed in Artoria's eyes. "I wish I could kill you!"

"I didn't expect that woman would actually keep a backup plan. I guess she had told you the truth of the matter? But it doesn't matter. We chose Yuser back then. It was really annoying that we were trying to succeed, but we were hit by that woman." Medea looked at Artoria, as if looking at a precious work of art, "...but now it seems that you are more suitable. It is indeed her daughter, and her belief in recognition is indeed stubborn to the end."

"Medea, I'll ask one last question." This is, Yuko Yihara finally spoke. Due to the witch's promise and the favor of returning Caesar, she had to hand over Yakumoto to Caesar. She lacked the disciple who was as fun as a toy. Recently, she was in a little bad mood, and even her tone was not polite. "Are you really planning to make her the primordial body of Alaya? It's far from being able to do it with her abilities. Her kingly way is so naive that everyone is desperate. I think the Thunder King is good."

"King of Thunder? I'm afraid that our plan will be uprooted by the furious Seven Holy Land." Medea smiled coldly, "...Oh, the King of Thunder must be perfect? ​​But if they complement each other, it would be OK."

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Artoria suddenly took out the battle sword and crossed it in front of her chest, "Alaya's plan?"

"That woman actually told you this. It's really harmful, but it's good, letting you know." Medea spat, and then smiled, "You guessed it right. Although the sword of Alaya has been broken, there is still a chance to recast. Since you have learned about that magnificent plan, aren't you moved by it? Become the greatest king in human history, holding the sword of Alaya, coming to the world in a form of suppression, leading all the initial people who advocate virtue and skill to re-create the prosperity of the Nei Flange era and implement your ideals... Isn't that good?"

"I'm still naive..." Artoria was stunned for a moment, then breathed helplessly, "I think you are more idealistic than me... Only you can think of this crazy plan, but no one will agree. Human beings will neither let outsiders control their destiny, nor will they completely eliminate evil. The way to kill evil is never to be killed - most importantly, witches, my belief is to protect my subjects, and all people must protect it. Your plan is contrary to my oath."

"When your soul sublimates to the height of inhibitory power, you will find out how ridiculous all your previous persistence and vows were. This is the supreme glory. Do you really not consider it?" Medea was tempted by hand.

"No need to say more! The witch, Artoria is a foolish woman who lost herself, but she has not yet reached the point of being inseparable from right or wrong." Artoria said quietly. "...The reason why you proposed this stupid plan is just because you are not humans. You stand outside the chessboard and watch coldly. Naturally, you don't know how cruel and crazy your plan is. Even if this plan is successful, what you get is still a cycle of reincarnation every ten thousand years. Even if everyone at that time was truly noble people with noble virtues, their descendants may not always be pure. Although I have not experienced the battle of freedom ten thousand years ago, the ancestors at that time were also brave people who fought for dreams and freedom. So, what about now?"

"What did you do when you say so much to her?" Yihara Yuko snorted coldly, "Alaya's plan is not so superficial, little girl. But considering the uncooperation attitude you may have, we also have corresponding countermeasures..."

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"Hey hey! Is it really okay to be so leisurely?" Xun's only feeling now was that she was super powerless. They were now receiving the reception from the fairies in the lake by the fog Lake. Zi and Ling Meng were both in meaningless and stupid music. The unconventional witch counted the bags of gold coins in her hands, or raised them high, let go, and listened to the pleasant sound of the gold coins falling to the ground and colliding with each other. She showed an intoxicated look, as if listening to the most beautiful music in the world. It was just that expression...

——In the name of all art and music, if Boli Lingmeng had such an expression to attend any concert, she would definitely be regarded as a pervert, or would be directly asked by musicians to duel - even though no one could beat her.

Facing the eyes of several fairies in the lake, "Are the humans outside like this?", Xun felt a little crazy. Even if she was perverted and shameless, she felt very embarrassed - the unruly witch over there! You now represent the image of the entire human being! Don't give people the terrible feeling of "the humans today are descendants of the dragon"!

——And the fox girl over there! Is it so interesting to play with the relationship between children? Although they look like three fools, you can't stop them from going crazy! You are a stupid fox who hasn't even reached the seventh level!

It is obvious that although it looks like a cute and energetic girl on the surface, the creature named Yakumo is obviously infected with some of his brother's bad habits, such as having obsessive-compulsive S syndrome, and will always bully some easily bullied existences.

Now, she naturally turned her eyes to the famous Ice Fairy who pulled the IQ of the Lake Knight Sir Lancelot to the idiot line, and ravaged several young girl idiots led by Qiluno.

"...So, Boli Lingmeng!" Jung came to the unruly witch and shouted in anger, "It's okay if Yakumo Zi doesn't know the truth! Is it okay for you to be so leisurely? That's the home court of the Forest Fairy - those more harmless guys, don't you know the virtues of the Dark Fairy? If Mr. Caesar suffers, you will definitely be in trouble!"

"At a loss?" Boli Lingmeng realized what Xun was saying after a while - the light of the gold coins was a strong mental stagnation power for her - and then the witch smiled faintly, "...Knight Gao Wen, you have been with Caesar for a long time, why don't I see it thoroughly? Perhaps it's because the authorities are confused?"

"Give me a little bit the same! Otherwise, I will not want to be honest or not, and I will have to let Mr. Caesar deduct your bonuses and everything else! Also, don't forget that if Bishop Russell knew that you had made such a big fortune, you would wait for more than 800 taxes to fall from the sky and deduct them on your head! Keeping the gold coins that you didn't have to keep warm will disappear in an instant!" Xunyin smiled smirked, "I don't need to say more about Bishop Russell's ability! Russell, three feet from the ground, Archbishop Yibo Yuntian, you won't have heard of it!"

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Huon sweated for a moment in his heart. It seemed that the rumors were true. Bishop Russell really left an unimaginable shadow on the contemporary witch of Boli Shrine. In fact, before meeting Caesar, Boli Lingmeng lived a hard life of eating every three days. The Archbishop must have made great contributions and was simply evil.
To be continued...