"The spirit of the great knight is above!

"Down with the liars, tyrants, liars!"

“...... Mr. Darius, let's talk about one more!"

In the underground waterways, a group of dirty children dragged a half-elf bard, pleading.

"I'm sorry, that's it for today, it's time to eat. The bard said with a smile, and he sent out a few pieces of candy, shook off the troublesome children, and flashed into the room on the lower level of the tavern.

The room was smoky, the tavern used to raise pigs, the drums, harps, and violins were scattered on the thatched piles, and the three of them stayed in different positions, and the light of the candles flickered half-deadly, exuding a decadent atmosphere.

The two humans sitting on the haystack looked to be in their twenties and thirties, and although their faces were weathered, they could see that they had a good foundation, and they were quite beautiful.

The troubadours of the various regional minstrels, who usually recruit students, pay great attention to their appearance.

If a bard wants to make a living, he must attract the attention of the audience at first sight, otherwise why should he rely on this to eat while singing the same poem?

The beautiful men watched the half-elf bard named Darius walk in, but they showed a relieved expression: "Thank God, Darius, you are back. ”

"What a strange question you have, is there any chance that I won't be able to come back?" said Darius, putting down his accordion and sitting down on the haystack on the other side.

He shook off the dried pig manure he accidentally touched on his hands, picked up a bag of fluid organic sauce, and drank it with a gulp.

"Hey, it's so unpalatable, when is this day the end of the day? We can't buy meat, we can't buy beer, and we have to exchange this kind of thing for several times the price, alas! It's getting more and more bitter. The young poet threw away the empty bag in his hand and sighed in frustration.

"As long as the tyranny of the Frost Wings is overthrown......" The middle-aged bearded bard looked at him distantly, and his voice sounded like a dream.

"Forget it, I don't think it's possible!" The younger poet suddenly became irritable, "The Alliance has hired a total of seventeen peers, and you see how many are left who continue to hold out now?" Frostwing's men don't care about us at all, but a few years ago we were able to sing openly in the tavern, and a year ago we could only perform secretly in a brothel in the middle of the night, and now? Almost everyone in this city is guarding against us, and we can only sing to the vagabonds and poor people in the sewers, are we going to use these people to resist the rule of Frostwings?"

He spoke impatiently, and his tone softened:

"I think we can sober up a bit, the rule of the Frost Wings is hard to shake. You don't know that the food of the civilians before the Frost Wings ruled here was much worse than this, and it was hard to get enough to eat, and we live here almost begging for food, and we didn't go hungry with this thing, and thank goodness, if the rule of the Frost Wings could do this forever, then I don't think his rule would be overthrown. ”

Darius glanced at the young poet and shook his head slightly, but he did not refute it, a few months ago, they still had the strength to refute, but now they have completely lost their strength—how can the other party refute what he said? The middle-aged poet upheld his righteousness and retorted: "Enrique! What a cowardly and shaky rhetoric! No matter what methods the Frost Wings used to buy the hearts of the people, they could not change his evil nature, you have to think of how cruel and tyrannical he was when he attacked the Northlands! Hypocrisy does not last long, sooner or later he will reveal his hideous true colors, the people who raise livestock feed the pigs and sheep delicious fodder, in order to slaughter and eat meat when they are fat, it is impossible for the evil man to feed the people under his rule for free, sooner or later, these will be attracted by small favors, The poor man who accepts the rule of Frostwings will be sacrificed for his sinister purposes, or rather, these people who have worked hard for the sake of points are now accomplices of Frostwings' evil cause, and we must use poetry as a weapon to awaken their consciences and make them aware of Frostwings' sinister intentions. ”

"But what is the sinister purpose of Frostwings?" Uncle Sean. Enrique asked.

The middle-aged poet Sean immediately said angrily: "He must be evil! This greedy creature will sooner or later launch another war of aggression." ”

"It's all speculation. Enrique said: "I didn't mean to say something discouraged, but now we can't come up with actual evidence to convince the local masses except for speculation, not to mention what if we take it out, Frost Wings has already bought enough people with small favors, what if these people think that it is beneficial for them to invade Frost Wings?" Don't forget, only two of the four cities ruled by Frost Wings were taken by his troops, and the remaining two cities were driven out by the minor nobles and commoners in the cities who drove out the opponents and voluntarily submitted to the rule of Frost Wings, and compared to the life that Frost Wings gave them, our rhetoric is not attractive, they will say: Anyway, the noble lords who ruled them used the same tricks, and life was not as good as it is now. ”

"He's a dragon! these fools!" Sean was furious.

"Elves can rule over humans, dwarves can rule over humans, halflings can also be rulers of human cities, why can't dragons?"

"Enrique, which side are you on?" Darius, who couldn't rest peacefully after being quarreled and tossed by two bards, an old man and a young man, couldn't help but interrupt.

"I have no intention of surrendering to the Frostwings, but as a member of the Windtalker Alliance, I don't think it's possible to judge whether the nature of the Frostwings government is good or evil, and the purpose of our organization is to settle disputes, so I don't recognize the effectiveness of this public opinion attack plan. Enrique spread his hands: "Darius, I think it's just a waste of time for us to stay any longer." ”

"He is not evil, who is evil, and uses the evil virtual space to destroy the people's will to resist!" confuses fools......" Old Sean was furious.

Darius shook his head and couldn't help but interrupt again:

"Let's rest first, go out of the city at midnight and connect with Lord Hermi, the latest installment of the Song of the White Dragon is almost here. ”

When the noise stopped, Darius shook his head helplessly, and fell onto the haystack to enjoy a rare calm.

The room was silent, but the thoughts in Darius's chest came and went, he thought back to what happened during the day, and suddenly couldn't help but smile bitterly, as a half-elf who lived much longer than humans, the well-informed Darius certainly figured it out, and Enrique's words were basically correct.

Old Sean was stern, but in Darius's ears, he heard a certain taste of paranoia.

Old Sean is a nobleman from the Northlands, and has a bitter hatred with White River, and Enrique is a homeless man, compared to the latter's evaluation is more fair.

However, Darius did not agree with the meaning of the Frost Wings Government at all, and he inquired about the concept of the Frost Wings Government: all beings are equal in the face of power, and this extended conclusion of powerism is quite terrifying in Darius's opinion, which means that once an individual has the invincible power of the world, he should naturally become the ruler of the world.

Is the Frost Wings invincible in the world? Obviously not, although its power is strong, but there is a power that can match him on the Antas side, Darius believes that if the Seven Sisters join forces to cooperate with the Great Sage Al to go out together, the Frost Wings must also avoid its edge, and there are many similar organizations - most of these organizations are enemies of the Windtalker Alliance, and on the Antas continent, there are more than a dozen of these organizations.

If these powerful forces act according to the concept of Frost Wings, then they will inevitably experience a great chaos in the world, and everyone will chase power, which will inevitably lead to frequent conflicts and disputes.

Not every individual creature has the opportunity to become strong, so Darius felt that the strong should have high morals and take it as their responsibility to protect the weak.

However, according to the strengthism of Frost Wings, this reality is interpreted as a contract that is consciously created by social groups to maintain the balance of power and seek common survival.

This philosophy made Darius instinctively disgusted. This means putting power before justice and morality, and denying the natural correctness of morality.

It is an evil creed that everyone only wants 'strength' and profits, and this kind of society must be hell.

Frostwings must be defeated.

Transcending his class attributes, Darius found an ideological reason why Frost Wings had to be knocked down, but he was just as clueless as Enrique about how to take them down.

The establishment of the Dragon God Church means that the power structure of the Frost Wings government is further stabilized, and now the only wild children who are willing to listen to his singing and propaganda are the sewers, and after a while, these wild children will be the same as the previous wild children, and will be contained by the Frost Dragon Knights and integrated into the system of the Frost Wings.

Now that these children are shouting 'Down with the tyrant and kill the demons', will they be shouting 'Long live the Frost Wings' after a while?

"Still not sleeping?"

Darius opened his eyes and saw a thin old face in front of him, this old man had just sat in the shack, writing notes on a candle, Darius saw this face and knew that this was a special visit to the Northland to study poetry, but he met the poetry researcher Bachelor Yaroke who had closed down in the Northland Poets Academy, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Bachelor, is the record finished?"

"What's the record?" sighed Maester Arroc, "the traditional poetry here is hard to find, and probably the barbarian tribes of the wilderness will leave more traditions, by the way, you are going to visit Mr. Hermi?"

"Yes, Mr. Hemy is the famous poet of our Alliance, and his poetry against evil has inspired the hearts of countless righteous men, would you like to pay him a visit?" Darius's eyes lit up.

"Mr. Hemmy's poetry and rhyme are not top-notch, but political poetry is so, and his influence is so great, that I really need to pay a visit, and I will thank you. ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Darius nodded, exhaling softly.

......

"Oops, oops, I slept so soundly, I thought I really wouldn't catch them?"

The shack gradually sank into a drowsy, and in a quiet room not far away, several heads were peering into a mirror, peering into the basement of the tavern.

Bai He smiled and turned to the blue-haired youth on the side: "How is it?"

The blue-haired young man stared at the few bards who were asleep in the mirror, his eyes flashed, and said: "It's okay, you can eat it, human bards usually smell very good, and they can't be washed in a bath, so they have to be marinated in salt water for a few days, or wrapped in sweet cheese and fried; elf half-elf has a fresh vegetal smell on his body, which is suitable for washing and steaming; the old man's bard's meat is firewood and hard, so it can only be boiled on low heat for a while." ”

"You're really experienced. Shirakawa was surprised.

"Lord Frostwings, these bards are of average quality. Vickers said respectfully, "I've eaten the Bards, the creatures of the Half-Celestial Realm, and their meat has a natural honey taste, which is the best among the Bards, and is suitable for eating raw. ”

"It's disgusting!" Before Bai He could react, the little silver dragon shouted first, hugging the neck of the frost wings: "Yasza, you said you were going to catch them and tell me a story." ”

"Good, good. Baihe snorted.

"Your Majesty of Frost Wings, I beg your pardon to say that the stories of bards are usually only thrilling, and there are many words of obscenity and theft, and there are many slanders against my colored dragons, and my young lady has suffered greatly from them, which is why the young minister has developed such a hobby. Vickers glanced at the silver dragon: "For the sake of this young lady's physical and mental health, it is recommended that she not come into contact with this kind of guy." ”

"Bad dragon!" Chrissy grimaced at the blue dragon. Blue Dragon suddenly looked embarrassed, Bai He laughed, and patted Vickers on the shoulder: "Forget it, let's put a long line to catch a big fish first, such a group of bards sent by the Windtalker Alliance have been hiding here for so many years, they must have a deep intention, let's see what is behind them, and this Hemi ......"

Bai He's eyes flickered, he really had some resentment about the author of the song of the white dragon, and he had to solve it well.

"Let's go over and have a look. ”