Rebellion has been a very dangerous technical activity since ancient times, and it succeeded in adding the yellow robe and failed to destroy the nine clans. However, throughout the history of China, there have been changes of dynasties and those who hold high the anti-flag, some for the sake of national righteousness, some for the sake of power and selfish desires, and some just to fight for a way to live.

Among them, those who can achieve great things will either hold military power, or the will of the people, or the trend of the times.

Qin Song has never forgotten that this is a world of hegemony, and there is no peaceful coexistence between different faiths. The current Blackstone Collar, sandwiched between the Devourer of Flesh and the Holy Spirit, will surely start a war no matter whether it advances or retreats.

The Blackstone defense line is basically set up, and unless the strength of the orcs increases exponentially in a short period of time, it is almost impossible to break through the Blackstone defense line.

The strength of the orcs is strong, and whether they have enough blood food to plunder. Therefore, it is unlikely that the orcs who have touched the nails several times in a row in the Blackstone Collar will increase their strength in a short period of time.

The orc colonies of Daotan Town are just the opposite of the Black Stone Collar, they have captured the population of the two farms in the early stage, including livestock, and even without hurting a single soldier, their strength must have increased.

The Templars of the Church of the Holy Spirit may have come from this. The battle between the two of them, no matter who is the ultimate winner, the last gaze will definitely move to the Blackstone Collar.

At that time, it will be the enemy in the true sense of the word.

And now, it's a three-way game.

When Qin Song calmly analyzed the pros and cons to everyone, everyone's last hesitation was completely eliminated.

"So what should we do with this spy?"

A pair of ill-intentioned eyes looked over, this knight who had volunteered to be a spy in front of the lord in order to make a meritorious deed, and suddenly found that this was not what he imagined.

In his opinion, even if he was caught, as long as he revealed the identity of Lord Mister, it was nothing more than imprisonment or expulsion.

And yet, they were right in front of him, openly talking about the infidels, the rebels, the Krem they had never heard of, and the last longing for the 'rise of the empire'.

Don't look at the innocent and lovely girls like Alice and Linda present, but when it comes to the survival of the Black Stone Collar, there is no such creature as the Virgin.

"It might be useful to keep him for now. ”

Rebellion, no, it should be an uprising now, but it is not immediately embroidered with a big flag, and then chanting 'For Krem', killing the Blackstone Collar.

That's stupid.

Before the Church of the Holy Spirit can make a series of responses, it is necessary to carry out a comprehensive, systematic planning.

The ancient Chinese saying - everything is foreseen, and if it is not prepared, it will be wasted.

In this magical world, the history that Qin Song has learned may not be able to be copied, but some of these experiences can be used for reference, such as a loud slogan-

The great god Marx once said: matter determines consciousness, consciousness has an active role in matter, and a widely spread loud slogan is the manifestation of consciousness. In the history of China, many successful examples of this slogan have been handed down to this day, and almost all women and children know it.

Heroic version - princely generals, would you rather have a kind?

Prophecy - The sky is dead, and the yellow turban should stand. The year is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious.

The god stick version - the stone man has one eye, inciting the Yellow River to rebel against the world.

Down-to-earth version - eat his mother, wear his mother, open the city gate to meet the king, and the king will not pay for food when he comes.

Of course, with Qin Song's current status and class, as well as the theocratic state structure that will be implemented, it is obviously contrary to the bold version and the down-to-earth version, which is tantamount to overthrowing himself and is not applicable.

And the prophetic version and the god stick version, in the context of magic, are more credible and more demagogic.

Perhaps, a combination of both?

......

Bite!

Clang!

Bite!

Clang!

The crisp sound of hammers hitting rocks comes and goes, and in a vast open-pit mine in the shape of a gourd, displaced people from Daotan Town are working hard as miners.

Most of them are serfs who have fled here, and they are not averse to physical movement, plus they have food and shelter, and their wives and children live in a safe castle, and their hearts are particularly steady.

The remainder of the freedmen, as well as the merchants and craftsmen, were slightly dissatisfied. Anyone who works with serfs is an insult. However, people under the eaves have to bow their heads, and they can only dare to complain.

"Damn, I don't understand what the hell is going on with these broken black stones. "The freedmen of Yuan Daotan Town, because of his years of hard work, before he reached the age of thirty, lost his hair and became Barney Lester of the Mediterranean, with an iron pickaxe in his hand, and his face was impatient.

"Complain less. His drinking friend Lamb wiped his sweat: "You don't care what it's for, isn't it an idle egg? It's better than staying in Daotan and waiting for the orcs to grab and eat the whole family. ”

"Well, everyone has a heaven and earth allocation!" Barney pouted, "Isn't this a lie?"

"Who lied to you?" Lamb laughed angrily, "Sir Weimar has said that working here is only temporary. First, the castle was almost crowded, and the place to live was not arranged. Second, I heard that these black stones are used for us to spend the winter, but I don't know how to use them. But what the nobles said should have a spectrum. Third, it's not the season for farming, so why are you panicking? ”

"You're so generous. Barney lazily waved his pickaxe and cracked open a piece of coal, revealing a facet reflecting silver light: "What the hell is this black stone?" ”

"So, people are nobles. ”

"Noble—you remind me of our former fat lord, and I suspect that he was not burned by fire, but by fat all over his body. And that bullshit Lord, I thought he could protect the Blackstone Collar. Barney scolded, "In the end, it's not that I'm going to carry all the food to the castle with the priest and enjoy it myself, and I don't care about our life or death." So, what aristocrats, don't get your hopes up too much. ”

"Say a few words, you. Lamb's personality was obviously more cautious, and he lowered his voice: "You are slandering the church and blaspheming the Holy Spirit. ”

"Defam of fart. Everybody saw it, didn't you see it? The priest is the devil, and the churchyard is full of the devil's breath. My father's grave has been dug open by the priest, perhaps to unleash some demonic power. ”

"Shut up, don't bother me. Lamb hurriedly moved away from him: "The nobles are all Holy Spirit cultists, aren't you looking for death?"

Barney subconsciously glanced around him, finally closed his mouth, and slammed his head down.

Whoa......

The coal seam in front of him suddenly broke and collapsed with a bang, revealing a grayish-white square sharp corner with obvious carving marks.

"Lamb, Lamb, come and see, what did I dig up?"

The coal seam covered by the carving is very thin, and if you pull it a few times with a pickaxe, you will reveal more than half of it, and it looks like an inscription, and there are many lines carved on it.

Lamb wiped the soot with his hand, revealing a humanoid mass with one hand holding the scales and the other diagonally downward, held high on a round arch, and he was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered that this was somewhat similar to the frescoes in the church.

Barney recognized it too: "Wait a minute, this is a picture of the Holy Spirit?"

"It seems to be. Lamb continued to clean up the coal trail from the stele.

"Hey, man, what good treasure did you dig up?"

The stele that had not yet been cleared was as high as one meter, and it quickly attracted the attention of the people around them, and they thought that they had dug up some treasure, so they all surrounded it.

"It looks like it's engraved with the Holy Spirit?"

"It should be!"

"How did you bury it here?"

"Dig it out, maybe there's some treasure down there. ”

In front of the crowd, Lamb smashed the coal underneath with a pickaxe and cleaned it up, revealing the church under the arches, which looked magnificent, carved with all sorts of fine ornaments and ornaments.

"Which church is this?"

"Who knows?"

"Holy Spirit above, is this a holy thing?"

"Dig up, dig up, I'll help you. ”

Many curious people helped, and the whole stele was quickly dug up completely, and after everyone's cleaning, the complete image was revealed in front of people.

But—all of a sudden, the atmosphere became eerie.

For in the hall below the church, a sumptuous dinner was going on, and a huge, winged monster, with a bloated body and a vague silhouette, squatted in the center of the table in an eerie posture, holding a balance in his left hand, with a gold coin at one end and a wine glass on the other, as if weighing.

On either side of him were lined up with a number of laughers, clergymen with crowns and ornate robes, knights in full armor and swords, and nobles with pot-bellied poop and splendid jewels, all in different postures, some holding wine glasses, some tearing pieces of meat, some nibbling bread, some laughing, some clapping.

In short, it was a happy and peaceful atmosphere, and the atmosphere was warm, forming a strong contrast with the strangely shaped monster in the center.

The most striking thing is that the man who is close to the middle monster, wearing a jeweled crown on his head, wearing an intricate and ornate robe, stands up on a stool with a flattering face, holding a gem and gold coin in one hand, and making a gesture to take the wine glass in the scales in the other.

When the 'stool' was seen, the audience fell silent.

It wasn't a stool at all, but a ragged, skinny woman with a crying child in her arms, kneeling on the ground, propping up the ground with her hands on a human 'stool'.

If you look closely, almost everyone has such a human stool under their feet, some carrying an axe, some holding a hoe, some holding a forging hammer, some holding a needle and thread, and some even just a child.

But without exception, they were all skinny, ragged, and overwhelmed, as if they would be trampled to death by the people they carried above at any moment.