RNP Chapter 586 White Horse
Chapter 586 White Horse
Chapter 586 White Horse
Early the next morning.
When Qingyu and Zhulan arrived at the place where they had encountered the Queen of the Buds the day before, a large crowd had already gathered around them.
Qingyu looked around but couldn't find any trace of the Crescent Moon among the crowd. All she saw were giant carrots buried deep in the soil, defying the laws of the seasons.
It's clearly the work of the Brilliant King.
"The legends were indeed true; that king was indeed the King of Abundance, destined to lead Galar to prosperity!"
"Look at those carrots in the field, how could they grow so big if grown normally?"
"This great power is the reason for becoming king!"
It seems the villagers really liked the gift left by the Crowned King, and their respect for it grew even stronger.
After all, Frozen Village itself cannot produce much food, and transporting it from the outside world is quite troublesome, relying entirely on the Galer Cruise Train, which can be called its lifeline.
If there were a stable food source in the snow, more locals would likely be willing to stay on this land.
but----
Qingyu focused her attention on the carrots and quickly shook her head.
Although they look special, they are just ordinary carrots that are a bit bigger.
It's probably not the food that Calycanth's two beloved horses like.
Where did the Crème de la Mer go?
Excuse me.
After weaving through the chattering crowd, Qingyu turned her gaze to the wooden carvings on the side.
Zhu Lan reached out and touched the land born from the ice and snow, her eyes filled with amazement.
"Truly worthy of being the King of Abundance of Galar, this power can almost be seen as creating life out of thin air."
"The power of abundance is also somewhat related to life, and this is just the tip of the iceberg of the power of the Rairen King. It is far from its peak."
After giving a casual reply, Qingyu quickly found the answer he was looking for in the wood carving.
On the horse's body, which is about one meter above the ground, a crooked arrow mark has been deliberately drawn with a stone, which is almost invisible unless you look closely.
The image of the Lady Crown King leaving appeared in his mind on its own.
The crowned king is only about one meter tall, including its huge crown.
If it doesn't ride its beloved horse or levitate using its telekinetic powers, the kingly majesty instantly vanishes when it looks directly at someone.
This guy, it feels like he can't even touch the horse's rear end even if he stands on tiptoe.
Did he jump up and carve it?
No wonder the marks are crooked and uneven in depth.
Qingyu almost laughed.
If other villagers were to discover this, its newly established reliable image would immediately crumble.
Looking in the direction indicated by the arrow, all you could see was a vast expanse of white snow.
Qingyu then turned her gaze to the village chief, who had dark circles under his eyes and was gripping a pair of reins tightly in his hands.
This elderly village chief is working very hard to revitalize Dongning Village.
"Village chief, what's that place over there?"
Qingyu stepped forward and politely inquired.
The village chief seemed a little distracted, and it took him two seconds to react. He looked in the direction the finger was pointing and pondered for a moment before giving his answer.
"That way—should it be towards the Snow Valley?"
"Legend has it that our king tamed the white horse that trampled the fields there and made it his mount from then on."
"Where did Lord Rachel go?"
Qingyu nodded and added a sentence.
"It seems that the Crowned King did not want the villagers to know where it went, which is why it left without saying goodbye."
"So, after we leave, please keep this secret for it."
"I see."
The old village chief quickly replied, and at the same time reached out and handed the reins he was holding to Qingyu.
"Mr. Qingyu, please send these two sets of reins to the King together."
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"Without reins, the black and white horses will remember their bond with the king, making it difficult to tame them."
Qingyu didn't say anything more, and nodded after taking the reins.
Then, together with Zhu Lan, they quietly left the crowd and followed the direction indicated by the arrow.
A valley in the snow.
This is a vast expanse of snow that stretches as far as the eye can see; there seems to be nothing but snow.
There was neither a stream nor a valley in sight, but there was a rather conspicuous cave.
Clearly, with the loss of the Crown King's power, the landscape of the Crown Snowfield is now vastly different from what it once was.
"That seems to be the place where the Raecrown King sealed the ice pillar Regice in ancient times."
Recalling the myths and legends she had researched in the village the previous night, Zhu Lan looked at the conspicuous cave entrance in the distance and whispered, "0..."
"I never expected that Galar would also leave behind a creation of that Column King."
Qingyu nodded.
"It seems normal that the world's tectonic plates are all manually moved by Regigigas now."
"Given that guy's personality, when he gets tired, he'll probably find a place to rest for a while, use local materials to create figurines that resemble himself, and give them life."
"So, maybe there are other sacred pillars left behind by it in other places too?"
The divine pillars are indeed not unique; Qingyu knows of at least three different races.
Hoenn is sealed in three stone chambers, including the pillars that are intricately connected to the main body of the Toilet King and the divine pillars that serve as guardians of the World Tree.
And the five Galarian Titans, buried in the earth by the very hands of the Raecorian King—
We continued walking forward along the snowfield.
When a valley-like mound finally appeared, Qingyu immediately spotted Calyrex being surrounded by a group of wild Pokémon in the distance.
Beside it was a field that stood out starkly against the surrounding snowy landscape.
At this moment, the ground and the Brilliant King were emitting the same light green light, creating a scene of vibrant life and flourishing vitality.
No wonder those normally wary wild Pokémon would appear around it.
This is probably also the process by which it established its own faith.
Calyrex's power comes from faith, but it is not limited to humans; even the faith of Pokémon can help it regain its full glory.
It was never just the king of humans, but three thousand years have passed, and the Pokémon of today probably don't even remember it anymore.
It can only resort to the clumsy method of "trying again".
Messengers of the Creator, you have come!
When Qingyu and Zhulan stepped onto the lush green land, the Crowned Queen immediately turned her head and looked over, her telepathic connection clearly carrying a hint of pleasure.
This time, Calyrex no longer needs Mewtwo as a medium; it can communicate with them using only its own power.
It seems that his strength has indeed recovered considerably.
"Hmm, are you here to prepare for taming the Snowstorm Horse?"
This may be due to the influence of the Crème de la Mer.
When he walked over and spoke loudly, the Pokémon gathered around him didn't immediately run away; instead, they looked at him curiously.
【Yes! 】
【Two believers, I have already introduced you to my followers, so come in with peace of mind.】
The Crowned King narrowed his eyes.
It looks much better now than it did yesterday.
Especially when he looked at Qingyu, his gaze held a hint of boasting.
[Look! This is the perfect territory I've carefully chosen, perfect for growing the Ice Radish that the Snowstorm Horse loves most!]
A blue light flashed in the Crowned King's eyes, and then the nearest radish suddenly rose from the ground and flew directly into its hand.
Looking at its blatantly boastful actions, Qingyu suddenly felt like laughing.
Is this still the majestic king from the legends of Galar? He looks like a child.
but----
To be fair, Brilliant King is indeed a professional when it comes to growing radishes.
The radish in its hand not only had a crystal-clear outer shell like ice, reflecting light in the sun, but also faintly emitted a unique, sweet fragrance.
The smell was clearly very attractive to Pokémon, making the nearby Mawile and Pikachu drool.
This farming skill alone is enough to win over the hearts of these food-loving Pokémon.
Wouldn't faith immediately surge like a flowing river?
No wonder its strength recovered so much overnight; it certainly couldn't have done that with just the faith provided by humans.
"It seems you're ready to tame the Snowstorm Horse?"
Qingyu looked at the Crowned King, whose expression immediately became much more serious, and it nodded solemnly.
Yes, they are not only my beloved horses, but also my closest friends.
[If we are to revive the former kingdoms, their power is indispensable.]
This is a difficult problem I've left for myself, and naturally, it's only fitting for a king to handle it personally!
Although the Queen of the Lacecrown spoke very firmly—
But Qingyu still noticed that its short legs, which were disproportionately small for its body weight, were trembling slightly.
As a king, he was actually afraid of meeting his best friend again.
It would be very embarrassing if I told anyone, wouldn't it?
So, it left without saying goodbye, leaving only a mark on itself, perhaps because it was afraid of losing face in front of the villagers?
After exchanging a smile, Qingyu and Zhulan chose to keep this secret together.
Let's give this king from three thousand years ago some face.
Qingyu then stepped forward, walked through a group of foodies who were drooling over Luoxia, and squatted down in front of Leiguanwang.
Qingyu handed it the two reins, one black and one white.
"The village chief asked me to give this to you."
In Qingyu's opinion, this old village chief was also a remarkable figure.
According to the DLC settings, the materials for crafting the reins should be the mane of the Ghost Horse and the Snowstorm Horse, respectively.
It's quite unbelievable that an ordinary person could get their hands on this stuff, and in what appears to be a considerable quantity.
I don't know how he did it.
The Crowned King remained silent, but as he reached out to take one of the white reins, a hint of nostalgia clearly appeared on his face.
Having gained more faith from the hearts of my people, I recalled some fragments of memory.
More than three thousand years ago, when I led the people of Galar on their explorations, I first encountered my beloved horse here—
[It had a bad temper and was pure white, so I later named it the Snowstorm Horse.]
The ice radish I planted here attracted it, and along with it came a howling blizzard.
The blizzard blew away the homes of my subjects and swept away the food I had grown for them.
Therefore, I must overcome it in order to continue to protect my people.
As she spoke, the Crowned Queen's eyes were filled with unwavering determination.
This further confirmed Qingyu's suspicions—
The former King of Lace Crown was indeed a king who loved his people like his own children.
So how exactly did it gradually degenerate into what it is today?
Qingyu did not ask this question aloud.
The current Queen of the Lace is still suffering from amnesia, so asking her would probably be pointless.
Once it rebuilds its faith in itself, many questions will naturally come to light.
So they listened quietly as the Crowned King continued.
Without my beloved horse to provide me with strength, my power was almost negligible in combat, and at that time I even thought I might not be able to defeat it at all.
So, I used a method I'm ashamed to admit to persuade Snowstorm Horse.
After speaking, King Lei Guan blushed, looking somewhat embarrassed.
As it struck, I begged the monstrous strength I had made a pact with to throw me into the blizzard.
Using a rein made from the mane left behind by the blizzard horse, I successfully restrained it temporarily and began a long tug-of-war with it that lasted nearly a month.
Ultimately, it was probably my unwavering spirit that moved the Snowstorm Horse; it actually recognized my kingly qualities and was willing to share its power with me!
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Qingyu blinked, seemingly incredulous.
No?
Was it only by relentlessly pestering Snowstorm Horse until it couldn't take it anymore that this wild horse was finally tamed?
What does it mean to acknowledge your never-give-up spirit?
They were clearly completely out of options!
Although Qingyu was a little speechless, she was also surprised to find it quite reasonable.
Because humans taming wild horses seems to be the same process, only it might not take as long as it does for Calycerin.
After a month of bumpy riding on horseback, even Superman's butt would be sore from all the jostling!
Thinking back on it carefully—I was indeed an immature king back then, but that also left me with many interesting memories.
The Crowned King expressed his heartfelt feelings.
[Like————]
Just like the blizzard that came from over there, when I was competing in endurance with the snowstorm horse, I was also facing that biting cold storm.
But as a king, I naturally have reasons why I cannot afford to lose!
Upon receiving the telepathic message from the Queen of the Crown, Qingyu immediately turned around to look behind her.
Then----
Looking at the blizzard that was howling towards them with an unmistakable direction, Qingyu immediately frowned.
"no----"
"That looks like the blizzard that appeared along with the Snowstorm Horse—"
What?!
Just moments before, the Queen of the Raikou was lost in her memories when she suddenly snapped out of it and instinctively grabbed Qingyu's leg, cautiously glancing in that direction.
really----
In the midst of a snowstorm with extremely low visibility, a snow-white figure could be vaguely seen charging straight in.
And its target, naturally, is a scumbag who once abandoned it (crossed out).
King of Abundance, King of the Crowned Lace!
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