"Hey, Oriental?"

The old man's voice has a unique magnetism.

Jiang Xiaobai turned his head when he heard the sound and looked at the old man from the West who had just noticed in slight surprise.

The old man was tall and thin, with middle-parted gray hair, wearing a red short-sleeved shirt, a black jumpsuit, a wide yellow hood, and a two- or three-foot pair on his back.

It seemed to be a musician, Jiang Xiaobai nodded gently, gestured, and then turned his head sideways to look back at the interviews of the reporters in the distance.

He was more interested in that.

"What's so nice to see is nothing but a group of people who sell their reputations, a means of preaching. The poems of heroes should be sung by great bards, wandering and passing on by word of mouth, they are not, just packaged goods. ”

Behind him, the old man muttered disdainfully, as if he was resentful.

"But I have to admit that this means of proselytizing is more effective, isn't it?"

Jiang Xiaobai turned his head sideways at this time, smiled faintly, and felt surprised, what this old man from the West said was interesting.

In this situation where Western society is about to collapse, people in the world are believing in gods, and this old man dares to say that the church that represents God is really different.

The old man in the West choked on Jiang Xiaobai's words, paused, and then sneered, with a look of sarcasm on his face.

"Hehe, it's just the rise of theocratic civilization, preaching that God is high and unquestionable, and that all people are God's people, and they must honor God's will and cannot disobey it. A few of them can see it, but they are just toys that have been played with and deceived. And with you, how do you understand?"

As he spoke, the old man from the West who had just come to rest and was carrying a musical instrument on his back lost interest in talking, raised his hand and pressed the hood on his head, shook his head, and prepared to leave.

"Old man, I don't believe in God, you seem to lack an audience, if you want, you might as well talk about it. ”

Jiang Xiaobai opened his mouth and called out to him.

This old man in the West is different from the people in the whole church, Jiang Xiaobai became interested in what he said, and there seemed to be a deep meaning in listening to this old man's words.

Anyway, it's okay, it's better to listen to this voice that is different from the others, this old man seems to be lonely.

He smiled lightly and looked at the old man from the West who sat down again.

After the old man sat down, he was surprised, and began to seriously look at the black-haired and black-eyed Oriental man in front of him.

In a trance, I felt that under the golden plane tree at this time, this young oriental face had a kind of dusty bearing that was high up and looking down on all beings, which made people can't help but feel a sense of convincing.

The old man, who had lived for decades and had seen countless people of all kinds, was amazed at the thought that suddenly popped up in his heart.

looked at Jiang Xiaobai suspiciously, then he took off his yellow hood, showed sincere etiquette, and stretched out his hand.

"Foglis, a down-and-out bard. ”

This is the old man's self-introduction.

Bards, an ancient profession.

"Jiang Xiaobai. ”

Jiang Xiaobai's brows moved slightly, and he was greatly surprised by Fogris's profession.

He had heard of the bards of the West, who were the propagators of ancient Western civilization, and through whom the heroic epics and love stories of the old men of the West had been passed down orally.

Unexpectedly, this ancient Western profession is also available now, in today's era of advanced information.

"Fogris, don't you fear the gods? You see, they're all very religious. ”

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes gestured to the believers in the square who prayed sincerely for this angel statue, and asked with some curiosity.

"Of course, I, Fergris, fear the gods, but I hate the abuse of divine authority and fooling believers. ”

Old man Fergus the bard frowned and replied.

"Just like them, with the utilitarian nature of spreading faith, they have been praising the greatness of God and Allah, blindly preaching superficial merits in front of the world, but turning a blind eye to the fact that they can stop the disaster from spreading. ”

Fergeris looked in the direction of the priest and Knight Blair, who were being interviewed by reporters, and his tone was very irritable.

"I don't know where this hatred of yours comes from, isn't it now that a messenger of God has appeared, summoning the Western Temple to resist the attack of the undead?"

Jiang Xiaobai's tone was light, and he looked at him strangely, not understanding what Fergeris meant.

"When the undead first broke out, it could have been destroyed early, but what was God doing at that time, what were God's apostles doing?"

"Now, the undead have become a kingdom, approaching the holy city, they have to take action, but the war I see is blindly defending, with no intention of fighting back, obviously they could send their holy legions to fight back after the dawn comes, quickly clean up the undead, and recover the lost land, but they didn't do it, those apostles of the gods didn't, they had shown miracles, and there were no holy angels on high, only mortal armies were trying to save. ”

"I went to the Holy City to meet the Pope, to meet the Archpriest of Christ, and to lobby the leaders of the Holy Legions on the front, just now. But they all cast me out, saying that there is no will of God, and that the wisdom of God and Allah is supreme and not understood by mortals. Fuck God's will, this western land and people suffer from hellish horrors, they are indifferent, but people all over the world still think that God Allah is saving the world from fire and water. ”

This bard, an old man of sixty or seventy years of age, probably no one was willing or brave enough to listen to him say such bold and taboo words, and for a moment his mouth was full of joy, and he said it all, like a violent old man.

Jiang Xiaobai listened to what he said, and gradually fell into deep thought.

"I couldn't figure it out, I could only have a guess. ”

After Fergues finished talking just now, his irritable and angry expression suddenly relaxed.

"What?" Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyes.

"The angels don't want to destroy the undead, they just want to restore the divine power, and they are using the power of the dead to return to the ancient theocratic age, so that the world can become God's people. ”

When the old man said this, his expression was complicated, and there was an inexplicable panic in the depths of his eyes.

In the age of theocracy, freedom, humanity, or all will be lost.

Jiang Xiaobai heard this, and his eyebrows narrowed fiercely.

"Well, old fellow, I'm out of shape, thank you, sir, for being bold enough to listen to my story from the down-and-out bard, I have to go, this church doesn't welcome me, old fellow. ”

Foglis smiled at Jiang Xiaobai at this time, got up, raised the hood in his hand, guarded it to his chest, bowed down and gave a thank you salute belonging to the bard, and then turned to leave.

Not far away, two silver-armored knights were walking towards the plane tree, their faces unkind.

Jiang Xiaobai watched the old bard turn around, get up, and return the salute.

This old bard was a man of courage and wisdom.

Although they are mortal, they deserve respect.

Unexpectedly, the bard walked a few steps and suddenly turned around, smiled and asked him:

"Sir, do you know why I just greeted you?"

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head.

"Because there is a team of warriors from the East who have saved a lot of people in this land, they are much stronger than the knights of the West, haha. ”

Fogris smiled heartily, then waved his hand, and turned to fade away in the golden morning light.

Jiang Xiaobai felt that this old man was very good, and couldn't help but smile.

After a while, two armored knights came over and asked him with dark faces.

They heard the last thing Fergris had just said.

"Sir, what did Fergris tell you, he's a madman, and he likes to talk crazy things. ”

It turned out that the bard had become notorious in the church.

"Oh, he wants me to believe in God. ”

But seeing Jiang Xiaobai's eyebrows and eyes smiled faintly, he said to the two silver-armored knights.

"Well, that's good, God will protect you. ”

The two knights were stunned, and their faces improved a little, and one of them said.

"But I don't believe it!"

However, Jiang Xiaobai's next fluttering words made the faces of the two silver-armored knights instantly darken.

What the hell is this light and natural tone, is it disdainful? Is it a provocation to the sanctity of God?

Then, the two of them looked at Jiang Xiaobai with a faint smile on the corner of their lips very uncomfortably, and walked away directly as if they were very happy.

(Bards, magicians, Templars, orcs, necromancers, what are these Western magical elements, think about it, don't pull the Western dragon out for me, and ask for a monthly pass, ask for a subscription, emmmm)