The Troll Empire is 623 years old.
Herris Peninsula.
In a Centaur aristocratic realm in the northern part of the House Centaur Kingdom.
A tall, tall, gray-haired centaur stood in front of the manor's shooting range, his bow and arrow, his shirt naked, his muscles as clear and distinct as carvings.
One arrow after another shot at the target thousands of kilometers away, without any extraordinary power, but it also shot the target thousands of kilometers away from the manor to pieces.
However, the gray-haired centaur warrior did not show any joy, but sighed heavily.
"Well, I'm still old after all."
He is the Centaur Legend Charon.
Charon was not a spiritual genius, but he possessed extraordinary talent in terms of skill.
Therefore, when he used more than a dozen weapons to fight all the invincible opponents in the army, he was only at the master stage.
When he was middle-aged, through the battle and hard work between life and death, he also achieved the heroic rank.
It was extremely difficult for him to become a legend, and if it weren't for the help of a strange powerhouse, he would even die of old age before the legend.
But even if it is a legend, it has a heavier task in the high-intensity war between elves and trolls.
After several serious injuries over the years, his life has been exhausted, and today, he is dying!
For example, this time, he had just retired from a serious injury on the front line and recuperated, so he would appear in the manor in his hometown.
Charon has great ambitions and wants to see the scenery of higher realm units.
At the pinnacle of the world, legends are not demigods, they will also die.
He doesn't want to die!
Just as he lamented alone.
A faint voice sounded in front of him.
"Caron, follow me, you will not die of old age, and you will reach a higher realm."
Charon was shocked.
Being able to appear behind him silently is beyond his imagination.
In his heart, an unbelievable thought arose!
He hurriedly turned around, only to see a middle-aged man with black hair and golden eyes and a majestic face appear in front of him.
"Who are you?"
Charon asked.
"Me?"
The middle-aged man laughed and stretched out his finger to point to the blue moon in the sky.
"I am it!"
He is the Lord of the Moon, a powerful Lord God who has only ascended to the throne in recent years!
"God!"
Charon hurriedly bowed his head and maintained respect for the gods, which was a must for every living being, even if he was a hostile god.
"How's that, what about my proposal?"
The middle-aged deity continued to ask.
The centaur Kajon's face was struggling, years of faith had prevented him from betraying, and besides, he still had some life to live, and he had not reached the end of the day.
After hesitating for a long time, Caron shook his head with difficulty and refused.
"Honorable Lord of the Moon, I'm sorry, I can't give up my faith, my country and my family!"
He expected Andalas to be angry because of this, but unexpectedly, the god of the underworld just smiled.
"Well, I respect your choice now, Charon. But twenty years later, I'll do it again and ask one last time, if you change your decision"
"Remember, this is your last chance!"
….
The Troll Empire lasted 640 years.
The west coast of the continent of Finorton.
A group of strange-looking creatures came by boat.
They have ant-like organs, but they have humanoid bodies.
They call themselves "Ant-Man" and hail from the Bonness Peninsula on the continent of Barod.
Take Bonneth goods and specialties with you and explore a different continent.
It just so happened that their embarkation point was on the territory of the barbarian aristocracy on the West Coast.
After years of change, this group of barbarian nobles has acquired the cultivation and vision of the nobility.
Even if they still believe in the Valkyries, it will not affect them from becoming a member of the Reinhardt Kingdom.
They brought Ant-Man to New King Polek and began trade with Ant-Man and his Bonnes Peninsula.
As a result, the kingdom of Reinhardt became rich in this trade, and gradually became the strongest in the Northlands.
...
The Troll Empire is 642 years old.
The long-lost snake people have finally appeared a demigod, and they have established the first snake people kingdom in the vast jungle land near the sea in the southwest corner of the continent of Ferrand.
On the first day of the establishment of the Slack Snake Kingdom, it was declared to be a vassal to the Troll Empire.
And provided the Troll Empire with a team of tens of thousands of snake archers to go to the Falling Star Lake to participate in the battle!
Meanwhile.
The feud of the Serpents, the Eagles, has long since lost their royal court again.
A large number of hawkmen are scattered among the wilderness, in the company of goblins and the like.
…..
The Troll Empire is 643 years old.
The older Caron returned to the Caron Manor in the north of the kingdom.
This time.
He looks older.
One night.
When he stood under the starry sky and looked up at the three bright moons in the sky, he couldn't help but sigh anymore.
"Even if I am unparalleled in my skills and proud, in a hundred years, I will not be reduced to a pile of dry bones.
Then.
The majestic voice of twenty years ago remembered behind him again.
"So, Charon, you have made a decision?!"
Charon turned around, looked at the great god in front of him, knelt on all fours, and swore allegiance.
"Great Lord of the Moon, may Charon prostrate at your feet for eternity!"
The Lord of the Moonlight nodded in satisfaction.
"Wise decision, Charon, you will not regret your choice."
"Come with me, then!"
"Yes!"
Thereupon.
An illusory river appears at the feet of the god of the underworld, and a small boat floats on it.
The space they were in changed in an instant, and they came to a deep and quiet place!
"Charon, come up and hold the boat for me!"
"Yes!"
And when the centaur legend Charon boarded the boat, holding the pole.
A magnificent divinity sank into his body.
"Styx Ferry!"
In this way, become a demigod!