Xiao Yan came to the Middle Ages, when Europe was in turmoil for the Crusades. Then he suddenly found that this period of medieval history, which was originally very unfamiliar to him, was extremely familiar to him.

This is the Middle Ages of Flemann's change, and it is also the Middle Ages of He, Xiao Yan's change.

Yes, the Tree of the World does not tell them the historical context in which these Awakened will eventually be thrown into. The Tree of the World Realm did not tell them that there might be orcs, dwarves, dragons, and even other races in this historical context. The Tree of the World did not tell them that this historical background had been changed and was very different from the real history of Western Europe. At this time there was not only the Pope of Italy, the Patriarch of Constantinople, but also the Female Clergy in Stuttgart.

The Tree of the World Realm didn't say anything, but Xiao Yan had participated in every change in this historical background a few months ago. No one is more familiar with these processes than he is, and no one is more aware of the changes in this world than he is.

Now that I think about it, the time and venue of the duel should have been demarcated long ago, and the Tree of the World Realm borrowed Xiao Yan's strength when it could not reverse the course of the entire European history on its own. Or rather, leaked these secrets to little Fryman in advance. Compared to other masters of the World Realm who changed the course of history in other regions, the Tree of the World Realm has done a much more thorough job. In other words, the reason why the Tree of the World Realm allowed Xiao Yan's will to enter this World Realm was actually to pave the way for the present.

It was to surprise all its opponents, a new history of medieval Europe that was completely different from the course of history.

This is simply blatant cheating, although there is no direct evidence that little Fleman and Xiao Yan are connected, and there is no evidence that Xiao Yan actually knew everything a long time ago.

However, Xiao Yan's attitude towards this cheating is the same as that of the legends.

Think about what Mordiran, the suppressor of the Fourth Hell, said?

"Cheating, I like it."

Yes. Xiao Yan likes this kind of blatant but quiet cheating, even if this kind of cheating will not have any effect on the outcome of this duel in essence. Because the Tree of the World Realm only changed the course of Europe, Xiao Yan still knew nothing about the process changes in other geographical regions. However, this is enough, and the earlier the grasp of the changes in the region, means that Xiao Yan can establish his advantage in Europe earlier. As for the other awakened people in the world, it will probably take some time for them to adapt to a Europe that is completely different from history.

I just don't know where Cory is. Is Yale still in control of the laws of Europe, and the last time Yale came, everything seemed to be normal. If so, it couldn't be better.

"I wonder if Quest will go crazy when he sees this scene."

Xiao Yan muttered a little gloatingly. Then I looked up and watched the singing performances of the priestesses. Hearing the praises of his heroic past made Xiao Yan feel a little proud. Meanwhile. Those people in the square. Singing along to this tune, how fluttering is this? Xiao Yan felt a little unable to control himself, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Maybe it was the smile, maybe he didn't sing a hymn in praise of himself, maybe it was because he didn't have a golden finger by his side and looked out of place. In short, there are many possibilities, and Xiao Yan was walked around the stage by those who walked. It's like a vigilance, and it's like she's paying attention to the priestesses who give alms.

A priestess dressed in black trim and white monk's robes, hiding her entire head under a huge hood, strode towards Xiao Yan. Let's be frank. The priestess walked with a remarkable demeanor, but there was probably fanaticism and devotion in all the eyes that looked at her, but there was no blasphemy.

When she walked up to Xiao Yan, the priestess nodded slightly and said, "Report your name, stranger." ”

After Xiao Yan heard the word stranger, his body shook suddenly. No one could immediately tell that he wasn't native to Tobel, and he could be identified by just one face, no one but his teammates. For one of the signs he had made was on the breast of his cloak.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the priestess in front of him and replied, "Parin, my name is Parin. ”

The priestess was quiet for a while, nodded slightly, stretched out her hand and sprinkled some water on Xiao Yan's head, and praised: "May the Lord take care of you, praise, may the Lord take care of your brother, praise." ”

Xiao Yan smiled slightly, and also replied in French: "Praise my lord, along with my Sylvia, she is my Lilith." ”

The priestess curled the corners of her mouth slightly, and said in normal classical Germanic language: "Keep your piety, we will keep an eye on you." Strangers, if you need to pray, we will stay in this city for a while. ”

Watching the female priest turn around and leave, Xiao Yan muttered in a low voice: "The female vampire has become a priest, and the script of this world is really wrong." I just don't know what Du Ruoxi's identity is, and Yale will make Du Ruoxi a saint? ”

After thinking about it, Xiao Yan shook his head slightly, denying the idea. The identity of a stranger does not need to be disguised too much, or rather, there is no need to make any history. It is not too difficult for a priestess to have such an identity, and ten days are enough for Sylvia to obtain a suitable identity from a church on the side of the road. Of course, there is probably no problem for her to join this "holy choir" halfway as a folk girl, as long as she is a woman, as long as she is willing to convert to the name of the Lord, the female clergy will most likely not drive her away.

The battle for the parishioners often means that there are no kinds of teachings, and there are different kinds of good and bad.

But if you want to become a saint or something, you really need too much history, and without a few decades, this status cannot be obtained at all. Unless Du Ruoxi is like Xiao Yan, his will is attached to a certain saint.

Regardless of the others, he found Sylvia first, and Xiao Yan was very satisfied with this, at least he knew that he had not spent time in this Tobel City.

The singing of the "Holy Choir" soon reached its most exciting time, when little Fryman led the Red Dragon, the Gothic Knights, and the Holy Knights to fight the demons in a series of battles, and constantly performed miracles. The clergy played different roles with several voices, and the orchestra that accompanied them produced rumbling drums and horses' hooves. Just listening to such alternating undulating sounds, and the solo performance of the trumpet representing the demon there as if it were dying, made the people around Xiao Yan involuntarily clench their fists. Then, two voices playing the role of the red dragon alternated, and under such a vocal chant, a background sound kept appearing. At first, this background sound was only on the stage, but then it quickly spread among the audience, and almost in the blink of an eye, Xiao Yan was surprised to find that the audience around him had long since stopped singing to the tune, but instead chanted a sentence in a deep voice.

"So what?"

It was a question, but as the listeners grew louder and louder, eventually the phrase turned into a roaring wave that echoed throughout the square.

Every time the red dragon's voice makes a new chant, the audience cheers it on with "so what". Whenever the violin part representing the demon played a cacophony to show the arrogance and arrogance of the demon, the audience responded with "so what". When the voices representing the Knights joined the chant, Xiao Yanji couldn't hear the chant clearly, and the entire square was filled with a determined roar.

"So what?"

Xiao Yan suddenly remembered that day, the knights who fell at the feet of little Fryman, suddenly remembered the unhesitating charge of those young and determined knights, remembered their roar, and suddenly, the young awakened man felt a little sour in the corners of his eyes.

It was Fryman who was victorious, but it was these brave and fearless humans who traded their lives for the future that brought victory.

He looked up at the sky for a moment, trying to make himself less emotional, and as he looked down at the left and right, he realized that the audience had already burst into tears. There are also older people who hold young children in their arms and sing while telling the ignorant children about the glory and courage of mankind. This glory and courage did not belong to little Fryman alone, but to humanity as a whole.

Xiao Yan turned his head to look in the direction of Sylvia, and the female vampire also looked at the sky, as if she was stunned. But the torches around the square proved that her eyes were reflecting a sparkling light.

The chant finally ends with the melody of the Triumphal March, and at this point, Xiao Yan can see the faces of the audience, including the children, full of determination and reverence. In them, there is a light called hope that fills this world with warmth.

"Praise!"

When the triumphal march finally came to an end, there was a roar somewhere in the square. Soon, this roar was echoed by everyone, and the praises appeared one after another in the square, no less than the roar just now.

After a few moments, the muffled sound of the horn sounded again, and the girl on the stage bowed slightly to the crowd again. Then, amid the praise from the sky, the melody of the triumphal march resounded again in this square.

"It was the March of the Teutonic Knights, and whenever this tune sounded, it was when the Teutonic Knights charged."

One of the adventurers beside Xiao Yan suddenly said to his companion: "So, don't desecrate this song, don't change it without permission, unless you want the entire Teutonic Knights to launch a decisive charge against you, and never stop dying." (To be continued......)