"I have brought a revelation from God!", Aphro's eyes narrowed slightly, "these outsiders will bring destruction and pain, and expelling them and then blocking the passage of miracles is the only way for us to escape destruction. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

She wasn't lying, and she was genuinely thinking about the black barbarians in the Salmer Mountains, and if these black barbarians decided to join forces with the Byron Empire, they would inevitably be devastated by the Orlando Empire. During her time in Ortlenburg, she learned through books and through the descriptions of the bachelors about the harsh and cruel racial policies of this country where the Germans were the predominantly ethnic group towards other races. Especially under the feelings of the chauvinist clan promoted at the national level, even ordinary people retain a cruel side to other races.

They can use any means that are morally and ethically condemned to kill all the black barbarians who dare to resist.

The barbarians in the mountains don't know the danger outside the mountain, and in their eyes they may be very powerful outsiders, but think about it, those powerful slave catchers in the eyes of the barbarians were easily swept away by Wren, why did the barbarians fight the people outside the mountains? Maybe the Byron Empire will supply the blackbarians with enough weapons and materials, but they did not come with good intentions, their purpose is to make the blackbarians become consumables that consume the Orlando country.

If the black barbarians can hold on, the investment of the Byronic Empire will be equivalent to a return. If the black barbarians can't hold out for long, the Byron Empire will have nothing to lose.

One side was just an ordinary gamble, and the other side wanted to gamble with his life, and before this unequal gamble began, all the barbarians in the mountains had already lost, and they had lost completely.

Tutu smiled disapprovingly, patted the steel scimitar hanging from his waist and removed it. He raised the scimitar high and asked, "If the millions of warriors in the mountains have such weapons, will we still be afraid of the Desi people outside the mountains?", he looked at the dense prostrate black barbarians, and roared loudly, "No! we won't, we have the same weapons as them, we will also have armor made of steel, and those chicken-like Desi will lose all advantages." ”

"Holy Maiden, you are wrong, outsiders bring not destruction, but new life!"

"This is our new life, under the gaze of the barbarian gods, our new life! We will no longer fear the sharp blades of the Desi, nor their arrows, they will drive them out of our ancestral land, and fight them out! Let them also taste the loss of their loved ones, and let those who are proud of the Desi also taste the bitterness of being slaves. We are not fighting for ourselves, why are we fighting for the barbarian gods, fighting for freedom!"

Suddenly a large number of people stood up in the creeping savage crowd, their expressions extremely fanatical, and from the bodies of these people, on the skin exposed in the air, Aphro saw all kinds of scars, and the marks of enslavement. They were castrated slaves and sent back by the Byronians, and the catastrophe that happened to them was most likely to happen to other barbarians. These people have become the best tools of persuasion, and many of the black barbarians have wavered in their positions.

On one side is a sea of blood feuds, and on the other side is an oracle from the Holy Maiden, which makes it difficult for many black barbarians to make a choice.

The castrated black barbarians also drew their weapons and raised them high, and they roared with Tutu, freedom, and revenge.

They were blinded by hatred, forgetting the strength of the Desi, of their past when they trembled under the sword of the Desi. Courage does not bring victory, ants attack humans in swarms, humans only need to raise their feet and step on them, and courage will become a death talisman.

More than half of the black barbarians stood up and spontaneously sided with Tutu, just like the civilized world outside the mountains, some of them belonged to the moderates, and some belonged to the radicals. This group of black barbarians, who have not yet shed their barbaric coats, are more likely to breed radical genes.

In the distance, on the treehouse, a person slowly walked out, no, it should be said to be a half-orc. He had the torso of a man, but he had the head of a lion. The golden mane trembled slightly with the wind, and the golden amber eyes shone with a scorching light.

He followed the vines down the treehouse and walked to Tutu's side under the awe-inspiring gaze of the black man, and he stood on the steps and looked at Aphro. After a moment, he bowed slightly, "Charlie the Lionheart, greetings to you, noble and beautiful Holy Maiden. ”

Furrow was unsurprised and nodded, "Hello, Mr. Charlie the Lionheart, I am not a nobleman, so I don't need to be called by such words as Your Excellency. She turned around and asked, "Why do you want to drag my people into the abyss of war? Is it just for some whimsical idea of you? If you want to defeat the Desi, I want you to pave a way for you with your own strength, not with the bones and blood of my people." ”

Tutu was so respectful to the half-lion that he even gave up half of his stone seat to let Charlie the half-lion sit there. Charlie sat down with Tutu, and he smiled, like a lion on the prairie who sees his prey, "Very sharp argument, your eloquence is impressive." But I have to remind you that your people are being persecuted and devastated by the Desi, and I have counted some numbers through some sources that tens of millions of great barbarians have been captured and enslaved by the Desi outside the mountains throughout the Orlando Empire since the founding of the country. ”

"If you are really a messenger of the gods, a benevolent saint, then please tell me, where are those people of yours now?"

The entire tribe was silent, except for the voice of Charlie the Lionheart, and Aphro knew that the question could not be answered, because the men were dead. Not to mention more than 300 years ago, even if they were barbarians 50 years ago, even if they stayed in this mountain forest and did not go out, not many people survived. But this question cannot be answered, as long as she says the syllable "death", it means that she acknowledges the half-lion's point of view, so Aphro chooses to be silent.

Charlie the Lionheart glanced at Aphro in surprise, he had expected that the uneducated saint would answer the standard answer of "already dead" as he thought, in order to satisfy his purpose of continuing to incite. I didn't expect this saint to be so smart and know when to choose how to respond. But all of this is in the calculation of Richard the Lionheart, a wise saint cannot save a group of uneducated barbarians.

He asked himself, "They're all dead!"

The black barbarians standing on Tutu's side were immediately indignant, God, tens of millions of people have died, why do we have to endure persecution, endure the fate of becoming slaves at some point? They don't have any lofty ideals, they are just angry about an unjust fate.

"You say I brought destruction, I don't think so. He looked at Tutu and all the black barbarians who stood up, "I am not bringing destruction, but new life." I have not persecuted any of the great barbarians, nor have I enslaved you, I have brought you weapons that will allow you to fight against the Desi, food that will fill your stomachs, and even I will bring you knowledge. If you think that all this is destruction, then let all the great barbarians be free in destruction and have eternal life!"

Tutu was so excited that he stood up, walked to the bottom of the stage, and shouted loudly, "Eternal life! Freedom!", he hugged every black barbarian who was standing, and the fanaticism spread rapidly, and people were roaring, shouting, and venting their anger and grievances in their hearts.

Looking at the increasingly uncontrolled scene, the eyes of the barbarians who had already raised their heads also bloomed with an inexplicable look, and Aphro knew that she might not be able to complete Wren's explanation.

But she still wants to work hard, otherwise she won't be reconciled.

She raised her voice and said, "I brought the promise of the Desi people!"

The tribe was silent again, Tutu looked at the saint in shock, and all the barbarians looked at the saint in shock, she had actually seen the Desi and came back intact?!

Aphro's face finally changed, a little gloomy, a little resentful, she held Wren's seal, so that her voice could be heard farther, and said loudly: "This is a seal from a member of the royal family of the Desi people, he promised not to hurt us again, and give us a more favorable living environment, and will also accept us to a limited extent, so that our people can enjoy the same treatment as the Desi people." We don't have to pay anything, we don't need war, we don't need to resist, we don't need anything to do all this. ”

"You're lying!", Charlie the Lionheart stood up suddenly, smiling not like a lion but like a fox, "Have you been in contact with the Desi?"

Aphro nodded hesitantly, and Charlie the Lionheart laughed happily, "That's why I said you lied, you were deceived by the ugly Desi, and even you became an accomplice of the Desi." They will not accept a race different from them, like the great barbarians here, half-orcs like me. Only Byron, only the great and noble Byronic Empire, which shines as brightly as the sun, will accept any race. ”

"You have fallen, saint, and I will no longer use honorifics, because you are not worthy of honorifics. ”

Charlie the Lionheart looked at Tutu, "If I were you, I would have her controlled and let the witch priest check if she was still pure or had fallen." A fallen saint cannot be made a saint because she has turned her back on the gods and offered her purity to the demons!"

The commotion of the black barbarians grew louder and louder, and most of the black barbarians who were prostrate on the ground stood up, their eyes full of doubt and distrust as they looked at Aphro.

Aphro knew she had lost, to a fox who was good at quibbling and looked like a lion. (To be continued.) )