The Dog Rider is the Demon King

In the winter of the 368th year of the Lore calendar, Behot Riley, the king of Isutan, got a son when he was 53 years old. At the age of [-], the queen gave birth to a little prince for him, and of course he was also his youngest little prince.

In order to celebrate this big event that the whole country celebrates, the king announced a three-day holiday for the whole country, and at the same time amnesty the world.

As if in response to the king's decision, the day before the holiday, the sky that had been gloomy for a long time finally began to snow heavily.But it didn't cause any danger, it just made the territory of Isutan country full of silver.From the Weimer Mountains, which guards the country far away, to the St. Ducker Grassland at the other end of the country, there is a thick layer of snow, which is as white as a garden in heaven.

Almost all the citizens of Isutan fell asleep in such a happy and relaxed mood.However, there are always people who have to work overtime in order to maintain the normal operation of the city.For the current country of Isutan, these people who work overtime are the magicians of the magician unions in various cities. They are always on guard against the heavy snowfall, which will affect the celebrations of the next day.Some magicians of relatively low rank arranged the venue for the celebration step by step according to the tasks assigned by the senior magicians.

As a young middle-level magician, Benjay Taxiu is responsible for cleaning up those monsters that strayed into the royal city in the magician's guild of Domi City, the royal city of Issutan Kingdom.Outside Domi City, there is a large river flowing down from the Weimer Mountains, called the Weiwa River. The Weiwa River does not freeze all year round. It is an important waterway in the Isutan Kingdom.

There is a big tree by the river, and under the tree is a small wooden house, in which lives the famous fortune-teller Rosenwell of Issutan.Benjeta likes to find time to chat with Rosen when performing tasks, and this time is no exception.

The two of them talked about this snow while chatting. Rosen was wearing a tall square dark blue fortune teller hat and a long dark blue robe.The orange dancing flame in the lamp outside the window was reflected on the snow, and the bright and soft light on the snow shone on Rosen. His hat and robe were covered with golden stars. A hazy and mysterious feeling came.

"Ben, this snow... didn't come at the right time." Rosen looked at the empty snow field outside the window, and suddenly expressed his emotion.

"Old Rosen, what did you divination again? You've been hesitating all night." Benjeta frowned. Today's Rosen is indeed abnormal.

"Snow will cover everything underneath, whether it is good or bad, so snow, in the divination I learned, represents balance. But the balance created by snow is fragile, and snow can only maintain a kind of balance on the surface. Seemingly balanced balance. When spring comes, the snow melts, and everything buried in the snow will be revealed.” Rosen turned around suddenly, looking at Benjieta calmly, “This snow will change your fate, No, it may change the fate of this country. On the day when the snow melts, a storm will come. When the moon falls and the stars fall, the light will come and the darkness will come."

Benjeta stood up suddenly, walked to the door nervously and opened it to look outside. The cold wind suddenly came in from the door and blew out the only candlestick in the cabin.Benjieta closed the door, walked up to Rosen in two or three steps, and lowered his voice: "Are you crazy? Saying such things at this time!"

"I've lived long enough. Besides, it's just the two of us now. Those who can hide from the fortune-teller's perception don't need to eavesdrop on me." Rosen stroked his long white beard, "No You need to be careful, you are too nervous."

"Old guy, I'm still here, you should think about me anyway, if one day my head falls to the ground because of you, can your superb divination skills save me?"

"It's impossible to revive, but I can notify you in advance so that you can prepare yourself for what happens next." Rosen made a joke, although the expression on his face was indistinct, but the tone was indeed joking, "The first two The king of heaven summoned me to divination for the little prince, and I got this result. But I didn’t say that, I said: When the snow melts, the sky will rain. The rain will fall and the stars will fall, and the darkness will turn to light.”

"You...Old Rosen..." Benjeta's eyes widened, his face full of surprise, "You know..."

"But I also remember that when old Tang En was about to leave, he told me that Berhott only believed in his own truth. He sat on the throne, looked at me with a blank expression as usual, and said: 'Old guy, I Waiting for you, we have been fighting for so many years, you will definitely die uglier than me.' After so many decades, the little king never believed in my divination, and insisted on going his own way, the disease would have been planted long ago. If I If I say it, there will probably be [-] imperial guards stabbing me to death. Now, at least I can live a peaceful life for two days. I know, I can hear every spirit around me reminding me, fortune teller You can’t lie about the results of divination. The fortune teller exchanged his life for the ability to communicate with all things. Only in this way can people believe what the fortune teller said. Now I know what the old boy meant. Thinking about it, Berhot will not leave me with a good end. After fighting for a lifetime, his father failed to break me, but his son did. The old guy has already figured it out. I will choose to live for two more days and then keep quiet That’s why he pretended to be like that and handed me over to his son. Well, so what if I give him a false prosperity, anyway, I’ll be gone by then.” Rosen's tone was indifferent, as if death was not about to come to him immediately, but to an unrelated person in the distance.

"Rosen." Benjeta was a little panicked when he heard the last words, he wanted to interrupt Rosen's statement, he didn't know how to face what Rosen would say next.

"So, Xiao Ben, you are the only one who knows this real divination, keep this secret, maybe you can save the life of the little prince and this kingdom." Rosen interrupted what Benjeta wanted to say , "Don't worry about things that cannot be redeemed. You promise me that when the time comes, you must use your favorite magic to burn me, this wooden house and all the secrets. Use the ashes as nourishment to make this tree The tree is alive and well, I must see the destruction of the old man's favorite thing with my own eyes..."

Rosen and Benjeta stood facing each other, and neither of them said a word. The small room was so quiet that only Rosen's faint breathing could be heard.The light outside the window suddenly went out, and Benjeta was startled. His eyes widened suddenly, and he stared closely at Rosen, who still had a faint smile on his face.

"Ben, you are a magician, and you are a promising magician. Your fate is closely tied to the fate of this country. Now the snow is still falling, and it will continue to fall. Until... the day when he should melt .The lights went out, I thought I could last a few more days, remember what I said, don't tell anyone about everything you just heard. Take it easy, people will die, but sooner or later... ..."

Before Rosen finished speaking, he became thinner and thinner in front of Benjeta, like a skeleton.The gorgeous robe slipped off her body, and her white hair and beard fell off one by one.The heavy fortune teller's crown weighed on his head, as if to break his neck.

The moonlight outside the window suddenly tore through the dark clouds and scattered down. The bright silver light shone on the snow, and the small dim wooden house suddenly brightened.The golden stars on Rosen's robe and hat also shone dazzlingly under the bright moonlight.Every star broke free from the dark blue cloth, flew out of the window, circled in the air, and landed steadily among the leaves of the old tree by the Vewa River.

Almost subconsciously, Benjeta ran out of the house chasing the shining golden stars. The bright golden light lit up the entire canopy, which looked a bit like fireworks at a celebration, flickering and flickering.

He finally couldn't help crying, and the tears fell down his cheeks onto the hem of his red mage robe, and the small area wetted by the tears was as red as blood.

The light of the stars gradually dimmed, the moon was gradually covered by clouds, and the world returned to darkness.

Benjeta stood blankly in the dark, letting tears flow quietly.

Finally, he wiped his face, walked into the cabin with heavy steps, and picked up the staff he had placed beside the table.Eyes that had adapted to the darkness found the candlestick on the table and lit it with a small flame from his fingertips.The room was suddenly filled with warm orange light, making it extraordinarily warm.

Benjeta looked around, bit by bit of the past came up, this was the last time he appeared here again, Benjeta wanted to keep everything here deeply in his mind, so as not to really forget it.

Walking out of the cabin slowly, Benjeta took a deep breath, closed his eyes to gather himself, and murmured a magic spell in his mouth. A brilliant magic circle with bright golden-red rays of light appeared under his feet. Little by little, the ruby ​​at the top of the staff he held tightly in his hand also exuded dazzling brilliance.

Following the last syllable he uttered, it dissipated in the cold air, and his feet were as dazzling as a bright sun.Benjieta slammed the staff in his hand on the snow ground, and the golden-red beams of light in the magic circle rushed straight to the sky, and turned into a rain of fire that rained down on the simple cabin. On the ground, golden sparks burst out continuously.The flames change their images in the sky, or flowers, or birds, or butterflies, or goldfish.Each flame disperses into smaller flames, falling rapidly like a meteor.

Facing the raging flames, Benjeta choked with sobs: "Old Rosen, this is what I promised you, my proudest tribute to fire, have you seen it?"

No one answered, only the sound of "beeping" from the burning wood in front of him.

The author has something to say:

Well, the protagonist hasn’t appeared yet. This chapter is laying out the world view, briefly describing the levels of magicians: magic apprentice, junior magician, intermediate magician, advanced magician, and great magician.There are also knights (you should know it by reading the title). The level of knights will be described in detail later, so I won’t repeat them here.The grievances between Rosen and Tang En are a foreshadowing. In short, the entanglement of grievances and entanglements that can make Rosen desperately want to destroy Tang En's country must not be shallow, um, very deep.

A series of descriptions about divination are all made up by me. If there is any overlap with the previous article...it is purely coincidental.

Berhot cannot be regarded as a tyrant, and of course he is not a great benevolent person. Of course, he can only be regarded as a pawn in the game between Tang En and Rosen. There must be something cute, this is my original intention when creating Berhot.

Finally, the author loves you.