The King Conqueror of the Country

The moment Drizzt was pushed onto the guillotine, the people in the audience boiled like boiling water. The scorching heat made his eyes wet with sweat. The guillotine was hung high, and the executioner waited for the order. When he was about to be killed, Drizzt saw a figure in a trance, which reminded him of the battle he had experienced personally in the afternoon three days ago. His legions were burned under the wings of the black dragon, and the royal banner fell into the dust amid embarrassment on all sides. Griffins circled high in the sky, and the chants of the elves drowned out the chorus of chants by the warlocks. The citizen soldiers' fearless charge defeated the noble's cavalry, and the Silver Duke led his troops into the battle to destroy his last chance. The commander-in-chief of such an army gathered in front of the defeated general and personally declared the end of the war. Looking back on that fiasco, the outline of the man became clearer in Drizzt's mind, and he was already tied to wooden shackles, unable to move. With a whistle, the executioner pulled the lever in front of the eyes of the people and gods. The guillotine fell, the last head of the old noble fell to the ground, and cheers exploded. People shouted for liberation and freedom, and shouted the man's name. The Blessed One, the legendary adventurer, the supreme commander of Fernor, the conqueror of kings, and the emperor chosen by the people. Eoin Nolin. It all started with an unusual invasion of Warcraft. John was fifteen years old that year and served under Manton in Baldburg with his father. High DemonHalf-AboriginalNo System