"Erebeth de Timarande, are you crazy, do you know what you're doing?" said an old priest who looked to be seventy or eighty years old, clutching his abdomen cut open by a sharp blade.

He couldn't believe that the paladin, who was once regarded as the embodiment of justice and virtue, could become the person he was now full of hatred, anger, and tyranny.

"Crazy? no! I just saw through your ridiculous tricks of self-deception! What justice! What order! It's all a lie! Otherwise, when those mobs kill Van Swijk, where is the so-called justice, and where is the so-called order?" asked Erebes with a hideous look as he grabbed the other man's collar and questioned aloud.

"You're too extreme! What can we do in that situation? Do we go against thousands of people and then there is bloodshed? Justice and order are not meant to create conflict, but to make more people inclined to goodness, not to push them against each other. The old priest gritted his teeth and retorted through the intense pain.

Compared with those young people who regard dogma and slogans as truth, he undoubtedly knows very well that whether it is justice or order, there are many times when compromises need to be made.

In particular, the ignorant people who have been incited must not use force to suppress them unless they have to, otherwise they will cause a strong revolt and the negative impact of the subsequent events.

But Erebes's focus is not on that, but on two words – fairness.

That's right!

It was the unfairness of the way Vanswick was treated that caused her to feel irrepressible anger and hatred.

Looking at the pale gray eyes of the old priest, Erebeth directly pierced the sharp sword through his heart, allowing the gushing blood to stain his armor red, and then threw the warm corpse aside, muttering to himself: "Evasion and weakness are not excuses! Since the god of justice cannot bring justice, then I will complete my revenge!"

"No matter what you do, I will always be with you. ”

Eleanor slashed off the young paladin's head with a sword, stepped closer, raised her blood-stained left hand and gently stroked her lover.

"Even if you go to hell when you die?" said Erebeth with a smile and a wink.

"Yes, even if you go to hell when you die!" replied Eleanor without thinking.

The two looked at each other for a full minute, and then reluctantly parted, continuing to slaughter the remnants of the Neverwinter Castle.

......

"Wow! that's touching, isn't it?"

Seeing this scene, Valindra, who was far away in Mandaun Manor, immediately pursed the corners of her mouth, and her tone was full of playfulness and ridicule.

Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders noncommittally: "Don't be so snarky, it's just two lonely souls snuggling up to each other for warmth." With this intimate relationship, they will go further and further down the path to darkness. You have to understand that man is a special species that is afraid of loneliness and needs a little care and love. ”

"Really, why do I think you seem to be enjoying the scene?" asked Valindra, smirking.

"I do enjoy it! Don't you find it very pleasant to admire a bright and holy soul descending into darkness. What's more, Erebeth is a symbol of the city, and her fall will make the entire Neverwinter despair of those who still have hope for the future. Remember, my dear, power and tyranny can bring the weak people to their knees, but they cannot shatter the hope and persistence in their hearts. Zhang Chengyi expressed his understanding of conquest and domination.

Indeed, the gathered populace is a force of incomparable strength, even enough to terrify and fear more than ninety-nine percent of the rulers.

But the problem is that this force needs to have a leader who is smart enough to really exert its due power, otherwise it will be a mess.

It's like the dark Middle Ages in Europe, when the people at the bottom were not as good as dogs, but they didn't dare to resist the tyrannical rule of the aristocracy.

Because almost all knowledge and force were in the hands of the aristocracy, and the spiritual world was in the hands of the Church, the two were united, and even the occasional peasant uprising that could not survive was quickly suppressed due to a lack of strategic vision.

There is no justification for the lack of intellectual leadership, which is why there have been so many peasant uprisings in history, but in the end it was the aristocracy and the intellectual class that established new dynasties.

And those who came from the bottom of the ladder have an even more ironic ending, either they become part of these people, or they are used up and thrown into the toilet bowl as toilet paper.

Varindra nodded thoughtfully, "I understand! Destroy the heroes of the good people, and the flame of hope in their hearts will be extinguished." In this regard, any physical punishment is far less effective than a mental shock. During your absence, Luskan would often publicly execute spies of the Harper's League and traitors who helped them, and over time there was no more soil for these guys to survive. ”

No matter how brutal the rule is, as long as the people at the bottom get used to it, they will slowly accept it. Most importantly, don't give them hope, because without hope they will be content with the status quo, because change means uncertainty and no one knows if it will be better or worse next. In addition, if you want Luskan to become a real country, you need to unite some forces, whether it is merchants or slave owners who run estates, in short, you need to make them feel that they can participate in politics, so that they can form a national consciousness and a national consciousness. ”

Zhang Cheng obviously knew about Valindra's ambitions, and generously pointed out Lu Sican's weakness.

After all, if there are no people without a sense of state and nation, no matter how strong they are now, once problems arise, they may lead to splitting, or even direct disintegration and extinction.

But if you have these two things, even if you are defeated and decline one day, there is a possibility of a comeback.

"When this battle is over, I will do what you say, and gather the merchants and slave owners together to form a great council. Before we can do that, though, we need to defeat Waterdeep. Not long ago, Ntreili's side sent a piece of information, the lords of Waterdeep City began to summon allies to form an alliance, and now more than sixty nobles have called for it, and the number of troops has increased from 8,000 to 25,000. ”

"Twenty-five thousand, wonderful! The souls of these people after death can definitely condense a powerful priesthood for me. War, what a beautiful word, I wish I could see the picture of corpses all over the field soon......"

。