The stage play that Wu Xin had planned for a long time was finally staged.

Despite the financial constraints, Father Erlan carefully set up a rather tall stage.

The stage is located in the docklands, which is well positioned to accommodate the largest audience.

Under the stage, a large group of people gathered.

More than four-fifths of the inhabitants of the port of Tripoli, as well as nomadic herders from nearby tribes within a radius of more than a dozen miles, have gathered, and no one wants to miss this rare event in this era of rare entertainment.

There were a lot of spectators, and the organizers should have been happy.

However, it's not just the dancers who feel dangerous.

Everyone who had read the script in advance, including Kessler the first seat, Cassano, Sherlock and others, was extremely nervous.

The same is true for Delia, although he is extremely supportive of Wu Xin's script, but he is still a little scared when he sees the dense crowd in person.

She said to Pastor Yala: "It's impossible to cancel it now, anyway, there are a lot of immigrants here, and the heretics of the Star Moon Sect don't have a numerical advantage, and we are not afraid of making trouble." ”

Pastor Yara was speechless.

There are tens of thousands of people here, even if the commotion of the residents of the Star Moon Sect can be controlled, once there is bloodshed, it will be extremely harmful to Wu Xin.

She really didn't understand that a leader who seemed so shrewd in the plane war could write such a stupid script.

The principal dancer walked up to the stands to the cheers of the crowd.

She smiled and waved to the audience as she comforted her companions: "It's okay, this show is not much more ridiculous than our usual performances, and there will be no danger." ”

"Other scripts aren't so ridiculous at all, okay." The other dancers weren't so convinced, "Shark raised kids, can you believe it?" ”

Fortunately, they are indeed the world's first-class dancers, and despite their fears, they can still keep their smiles and start performing according to the script.

This is a story that takes place in the era of the Crucifixion, Scher is a child abandoned by his parents and raised by a pack of sharks

At the age of seven, she was adopted by an old man who served as an advisor to the European court, and taught her strategies for governing the country.

A few years later, her adoptive father died in a palace coup.

Scherel survived, and with the help of a school of sharks, she escaped back to her adoptive father's homeland, on the southern shore of the Mediterranean.

Here she meets Saleh, who is completely conquered by her "sharkiness".

Among them, there is also a disabled male No. 2 with a cushion back, interspersed with some necessary plots of cushion back.

At this time, the crusaders came, and Saleh also threw himself into the fight against the cross.

The weak inhabitants of the southern shores of the Mediterranean were beaten to the point of being helpless in the face of a northern enemy full of "sharks".

It was all thanks to the help of the heroine and the "sharky" Saleh that repelled the enemy.

Saleh had made great contributions to the war against the Crusaders, but he was treated unfairly at court.

The inhabitants of the southern shore of the Mediterranean, who do not have a "shark nature", cannot fight wars, but they are very good at engaging in intrigues and tricks.

They persecuted Saleh, denied him merits, attacked him because of his relationship with the heroine.

With the help of the unlucky second man, the aggrieved hero and heroine leave the dirty southern shore of the Mediterranean Sea and return to the northern shore of the Mediterranean, which is full of "shark sex", to live happily together.

With the vision of the hero and heroine, the inhabitants of the southern shore of the Mediterranean are exposed to their vile and despicable shamelessness, and they are not worthy of a hero like Saleh at all, which reflects the high fighting spirit and various noble qualities of the inhabitants of the northern shore of the Mediterranean.

"I haven't figured out whether this script will be called "The Ballad of the Sea" or "Romance in the Sea". Wu Xin was not nervous at all, he and Sazastan communicated through the spiritual connection of the demigod lich, "Which one do you like?" ”

"You can call the novel "The Ballad of the Sea" and the script "The Legend of the Sea." Sazastan was the only one who supported Wu Xin's strategy, in fact, Wu Xin himself was a little worried, only the demigod lich fully supported Wu Xin from the beginning, "Sure enough, everything is going well, there will be no riots at all." ”

The stage play has reached its climax, and the hero of the Star Moon Sect, Saleh, is going to live in seclusion in the country of the True God, but the opposition that others feared is still completely absent.

The Xingyue Sect audience just cheered with all their strength with those immigrants, and they had no ability to think at all.

"It's so astute." Sazastan has fully grasped the essence of this stage play, "The Star and Moon disciples are not sharks, so they are despicable and shameless, and they need shark true god believers to guide them, make them feel ashamed of themselves, destroy their self-identity, and achieve the ultimate goal of dividing and disintegrating them." ”

"But this is still an extremely risky strategy, and most people may not be aware of your goal, but there are also sensitive people in the Star Moon Sect, and they will soon understand the situation and become disgusted with us." Although the situation has been clear, Kessler's first seat, which has been on the alert, is still a little unacceptable.

"Astute people will always resent us, and we want to occupy those dull brains." Sazastan jumped out to help Wu Xin explain, "The target of the propaganda war is by no means those who have analytical skills, but those who are confused and ignorant, and these people are enough to give us the environment we need." ”

Kessler was the first to be silent, he also had an understanding of propaganda, and preaching is essentially a kind of propaganda, and the key to propaganda is indeed to construct a general atmosphere.

This atmosphere makes it impossible for the dull to think, and for the astute to not speak.

"It's so subtle to blur their heroes, destroy their history, and confuse their minds!" Sazakan added Wu Xin to the ranks of higher beings. "This is definitely not a strategy that a lower life can think of, is it true that you are not a warlock but our mage?"

"Your Highness, apart from my teacher, you are the smartest person in the world, you must think about learning spells, you can definitely do it." Sazastan's words made Wu Xin laugh.

This is the crystallization of the wisdom of the greatest propagandists in the history of mankind, such as Goebbels, Ulyanov, Yakovlev, etc., and the magic trick that can destroy countless powerful peoples, of course, can impress the smartest people.

However, Sazastan, who was extremely emotional, didn't notice that Wu Xin's mood gradually lowered.

"Hey."

The warlock looked up at the starry sky, not knowing who he was lamenting for. (To be continued.) )