- Have you ever heard of the Dragon God Emissary?

For the mountain people, this is a well-known legend.

The first generation of dragon god messengers, signed a contract with the dragon god. He established the first prototype of the dragon kingdom in the vast Baissen Mountains, and the tribes were united under his call, creating the most glorious and prosperous era of the mountain people.

The last generation of dragon god messengers was born in the years when the dragon god left. She rekindled the sacrificial fire of the sacred mountain, and with the power of one person, she united the tribes of the mountain people who were about to fall apart, and still had the majesty of the deterrent alliance for fifty years after her death, so that the mountain people still had a reason to maintain their unity.

Until the armies of the empire run over the people of the mountains, and all the surnames with ancient history and glory are thrown into the dust.

The first time Priest Fiotto heard about the messenger of the dragon god was when he was six years old.

His father was the chief priest of the tribe, and the boy sat on a flower-filled stone platform on the hill behind the tribe, his mother held him, and his father described the glory of his ancestors to him.

Located on the edge of the Medra Autonomous Region, in the basin west of the Rock Armor Mountains, the Chonglin Department is surrounded by hills and mountains, where the melting snow and ice from the distant mountains cross the long stone paths and finally converge to create a rare fertile soil in the Baissen Mountains.

The mountains behind the tribe are filled with flowers of all colors in the summer, and only the glow grass of the holy land can overpower the magnificent picture they paint. The Chonglin Department and the Jiamu Department were one in the past, and their ancestors once produced a dragon god messenger. In other words, among the mountain tribes, those big tribes with heads and faces, whether it is Hanging Peak, Avod, Jiamu, True Bone or Lin Yan, have produced or claimed to have produced a dragon god messenger, and the ancestors of the priests of Feotto also once possessed this highest glory.

At that time, the priest who was still a child was full of yearning, he wanted to become the head of the tribe, to become the priest of the dragon god, he wanted to listen to the voice of the dragon god in the holy land, and become the messenger of the dragon god.

It's like everyone wants to be big, just like every child has naïve and noble dreams, just like every wish has a shining light at the beginning.

In the beginning, the priests of Fiotto had the same motivation to change the world as all those who had dreams.

But now, that motivation is the same as that of the vast majority of people living in this land..... It's all gone.

Seventy years have passed.

The empire has changed three or four generations of emperors, from the decline of the past to the prosperity, and then to the stability of today. It is still the largest and most powerful kingdom on Terra, but the mountain people are declining every day.

And the hopeful child back then...... You can't even feed the other children.

"It's time to eat, kids."

The blue-black haired mountain man still walked steadily, he was old, but not yet of a weakened age, and the priest of Feotto rang the bell, and the doors of the rooms opened, and thin figures gathered from the courtyards and corridors.

"Line up, a bowl for everyone."

The priest stood at the large table, scooping spoonfuls of gruel from the cauldron of porridge, and the children with bowls lined up in a neat line, softly praising the dragon god or thanking the priest, and the old man's expression did not fluctuate: "Don't waste your energy saying useless words, go back and lie down after eating, bask in the sun, but don't move." ”

"Cobo, Harry, you two will go with me to the back mountain and dig up something to eat. Eat two bowls. ”

The cafeteria was silent. Even the swallowing sound is faint. The two older children named finished their own portion and then sat down in their places with some hesitation.

"Come here, second bowl." The priest raised his voice slightly: "Don't think about giving it to others, are you going to faint from hunger halfway through, let me carry you back?" ”

"No ......"

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Priest ......"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Priest Fiotto shook his head and scooped a second bowl of gruel for the two of them: "After eating, take your younger brothers and sisters to meditate for a while, and then set off." "Even the conspirators of the Flame Lands are unlikely to attack the ecology of the entire Bison Mountains, they can only attack the rice and wheat that have been domesticated by humans, destroy the rhizomes of fragile domestic plants, and corrupt the branches and flowers that are too standard to lose their complexity (this chapter is not over!). )

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In addition to the wild herbs and mushrooms that could satisfy their hunger in the woods and on the slopes, the tuberous rhizomes that were not fat enough to feed their ancestors when they pioneered the mountains, will now be theirs.

Although it may be a little poisonous, as long as it is cooked, mashed, mixed in the porridge, and soaked a little thin, it can always be eaten.

At this time, there is no choice.

Children eat carefully, this is hard-won food, chewing every bite, or delaying the time to eat, as if they can eat more and more.

The priest was silent, a pair of slate-gray eyes staring at them - why is this happening?

A voice asked. It's because of the war.

The war that was imposed on them.

The mountain people, led by the Jiamubu, have always longed for independence, they guard the steel dragon's nest, occupy one of the holy lands, they have enough to advance to the third and fourth levels, they hate the empire that deprives them of the right to a higher place, so when the Flying Flame throws an olive branch, the mountain people who want independence immediately accept it.

Even if behind the olive branch, there is a bone-eroding poison. When the food disaster spread, panic boiled in Nanling, and a rebellion of the mountain people followed, and they freed themselves from the shackles imposed on the mountain people by the empire...... But life has gotten worse.

Food rationing, economic collapse, although it may sound a bit counterintuitive, but under the rule of the Empire, the population of the mountain people has gradually increased since the Agate Plain was opened up by the Empire as a production area. It doesn't matter what the meaning behind the fact that the population of the mountain people has tripled in 200 years, it means something very simple: the mountain people will no longer be able to support themselves.

Unless they want to starve the vast majority of the population.

The Empire has tied up the vast majority of sane mountain leaders with grain, and the other part of the madness thinks that the Flamelands can give another answer.

Therefore, even though most of the tribes knew that the biological warfare in the Flamelands caused the food disaster, they still had to accept the aid of the Flamelands...... But what's the point? Rebelled to independence from the Empire, and then received poorer, more volatile food aid from the Flamelands?

Is it really normal to be tied up with grain by someone and tied up with less grain by another person?

- Why cooperate with the enemy?

"Yes, they are the one who caused all this...... "The mountain priest whispered to himself, but the children were not aware of it, only another voice could be heard.

He had been kicked out of the council by his own countrymen, and even his tribe's food rations had been curtailed, many had left, and many had died in the war, and the priests of Fioto now had no power over the entire Union of Independent Hill People, except for the adoption of these war orphans

He can only take care of these children in front of him...... But they can't get them a full meal.

Recalling his wishes, the priest of Fiotto only wanted to laugh, whether it was a sarcastic laugh or a helpless bitter smile, which could only express a part of his inner sorrow.

Ryujin Emissary.

Words that are too far away, words that are too lofty, too many people, too many mountain people can't even change themselves and the small environment around them, and he, a priest, has to go to great lengths to take care of these children.

Destiny...... It's always so tricky.

- You don't have to follow the rebels, do you? You don't have a hatred for the Empire that you have to burn all the jade to end, and the Flying Flame Land doesn't offer you a price above your morals.

The voice asked, and the old priest closed his eyes. Oh, yes. There's no need for him to keep going with those indie players...... But what will happen to his tribe if he refuses? The chief of the Chonglin tribe was a weak man, and he did not dare to raise his voice against the alliance of the tribes, and even complained about why he was going against the Flying Flame Land.

If the Chonglin Ministry really wants to maintain ties with the Empire, when they are despised' as 'obedient people'...... They don't have the superior geographical conditions of the Frodo Autonomous Region, which can block the surprise attacks and sieges of other mountain people and the Flying Flame Lands.

They will be erased, as many small tribes do. Those guys aren't dragon god emissaries...... They (this chapter is not finished!) )

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He never hesitates to raise the blade against his compatriots.

- You can contact the Empire. Contact Nauman City. They're willing to pay a hefty price for a tribal leader like you, just to get you some intel delivered at a critical moment.

Imperial? The empire is never a group of people, who should he contact? Who wouldn't betray him?

And...... Should he be contacted?

The old priest probably knew more about the history of his country than most of the people of the Empire, because when he was younger, he also dreamed of becoming independent from the Empire and leading the mountain people to great greatness again.

But it was precisely because he knew the history of the empire that he was suspicious of such a thing.

The empire began with the original central city-state of Sertar and conquered thirty-two cities and kingdoms in the Dark Mountains in the north, repelled the Star Chaser Tribal Alliance, the predecessor of the Heavenly King's Court, in the east, and conquered the three major sacrificial races, and even the Titan Monsters of Icewind Dale bowed to the Emperor's scepter.

In the west, the empire subdued the ancient beliefs of the locals, and the people of the moon, who worshipped the two moons in the sky, made a pact in the sacred city of silver to canonize the spokesperson of the moon god on earth as their Grand Duke of the West.

That was the predecessor of the Thorin family.

The empire has always conquered, they are expanding, they never stop, the Gad people living around the Golden Plains have become a part of them, only the oldest priests of the mountain people can remember the names that have been recorded in ancient times, through the study of the hurricane cloud pillars of the earth, the Gad people call on the spirit of heaven and earth to perform the storm skills are so terrifying, even the mountains can not stop the king of the wilderness enough to make the mountains wither and wither.

But they were all defeated by the forces of the Empire, defeated by the unsightly brilliance of the Sun Empire.

Then, he became an Imperial.

Of course, the Sattar Empire was not always victorious – two hundred years ago, when the thirtieth emperor died early due to an old illness, the Korolev family of the Northern Duke became independent with the help of the Apocalypse.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the empire imposed so many restrictions on the mountain people who could be conquered at the same time, but it did not have time to completely conquer the mountain people, but left many autonomous regions.

"Contact the Empire, maybe we will also become Empire people completely, and there will be no chance of any change."

In response to that voice, the old priest spoke out his deepest fears: "The Flamelands and the Independent Mountain People's Alliance...... It's really hard for us. But at least our lives have changed. If the mountain people remain in the same place in the future, as they have been for the past two hundred years, nothing has changed......

"Then I'd rather starve and wait for a different possibility" even if that might ...... can lead to worse results. ”

"I see......" the voice was silent for a moment.

"Do you know the Dragon God Emissary?" Then, the young voice slowly spoke: "In the legends of the mountain people, those heroes who brought about change and change, they once created the golden beginning of a glorious era, and also maintained the last glory of a weak era. ”

The old priest was silent for a while.

He replied softly, "I have heard it." ”

"Now, the dragon god messenger has appeared." The young voice said: "The sacrificial fire of the Holy Mountain of Gonggang has been rekindled, the turmoil in the Xia Hui Territory has also been calmed, a new era is coming, and everything now is just a storm before a new beginning, and it is destined to subside." ”

The old priest said in a deep voice, "I don't believe in the Dragon God Emissary. That's just legend. Even if the holy land does shine again, it will not allow the children to have enough to eat.

"He could." The young voice replied firmly: "He has already fed the inhabitants of his territory, and he can do the same with one, ten, dozens of tribes." ”

Priest Fioto was silent for a long time. He actually knew better than anyone else, better than that voice, that the other party was not lying. The reason why many people in the Chonglin tribe broke away from the tribe was not because they joined the army of the independent mountain people, but because they went to Xiahui to join the dragon god messenger in their hearts.

They never returned, were they afraid of the atmosphere of the Autonomous Region of Midra, or did they think that they were no longer mountain people and could ignore their compatriots from their homeland?

Will the Bai Zhimin, who calls himself the envoy of the dragon god, really treat their mountain people equally?

The mountaineers of the Independence Zone won't believe this (this chapter is not over!). )

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point, they can't believe it until they see the actual proof.

And......

"Why?"

The old priest suddenly angrily questioned: "Why did our heroes die early, why did our children have to endure this kind of suffering, why are we the only ones who are so restricted?" ”

"Because your heroes are up against other people's heroes." The young voice answered the question in a calm and nonchalant tone: "Because you were too strong at the beginning, and you encountered bad times. This is a bug, and the bug will be fixed, I can guarantee that. ”

"Most importantly, human beings have always foolishly distinguished 'you' from 'us' by all sorts of inexplicable things. ”

"But I won't."

The figure of the white priest stepped out of the mist that obscured his figure, and the silence ring prevented his conversation with the priest of the mountain people from being heard by anyone, and the children could only see the old priest sitting in his seat with a blank face, as silent as ever, and only the old man could see his figure.

The young lord said calmly, "It is 'you' who stand in front of me, and 'us' who stands behind and beside me. My criteria are as simple as that. ”

"Priest Feotto, it's not that those people in your tribe don't want to come back, in fact, they want me to tell you that they do have enough to eat, and that you will come and eat too." "But there are a lot of spies in the Flamelands, and they can't be disturbed by their targets. So, tell me about the distribution of tribes and important facilities within the Autonomous Region of Midra. ”

"In this way, you are 'us.'"

"I have prepared photos and videos here, they hope I can convince you, they know your unwillingness and anger of being isolated, they think you can help me, you can not believe it, but I did come with sincerity."

The priest of Feotto was silent for a long time. He had already received the invitation, but he had never made up his mind, so he delayed it for a while under the pretext that he wanted to cook for the children.

But now, he has to make a choice. The priest looked up at the children in front of him.

The emaciated boys and girls, whose bodies could not even support their clothes, whose parents had died in the panic of the food disaster and the civil war that followed, and the raids of all kinds of wild beasts, should have had a happy childhood, even under the rule of the empire, the mountain people have never been so difficult.

Fiotto saw it. He saw a six-year-old child licking the bottom of the bowl. Her parents died in the civil war between the Jiamu Ministry and the Hongqiao Ministry, and the Hongqiao Ministry was defeated, and most of the people who went to the Hongqiao Department to purchase supplies were not spared.

She hadn't eaten a full meal for a long time, and she didn't dare to waste even a drop of food, so the child licked it very seriously and carefully

Just as he had done seventy years ago, in the back mountains of the tribe, listening intently as his father told him the story of the dragon god's messenger. But for very different reasons.

“...... Hope there is a good price. ”

Closing his eyes, Priest Fiotto leaned back in his chair, and after making a decision, his originally straight spine bent and weakened like a real old man: "Messenger of the Dragon God...... Haha, it doesn't matter if you're true or not, as long as you can make a difference...... Then I can only believe it. ”

In the eyes of the children, the priest of Fiotto watched in silence as he had done in the past, as he had done in the past.

Then the old priest stood up and, as always, said, "Dissolve, pack up the bowls, and go to rest."

"Cobb, Harry, wait for me at the door."

In the midst of the children's chorus, the old man got up and walked to his room.

There, he pulled out a map and marked it in detail with all the important information he knew.

"That's it." The priest put down his pen tiredly: "Recently, the armed forces of several tribes have been lost in battle, and the Jiamu tribe has absorbed all their population and land, and has begun to build many strange buildings—I know that it is probably an alchemy workshop, but I don't know what it is. Many people were called up as coolies, of course, from other tribes. ”

"Be careful of the Jiamubu, their strength is very strong, and their firepower is also very strong, if you don't carry a lot of siege equipment, it's impossible (this chapter is not finished!). )

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What is the threat to them, but ...... I went to their main hall during the meeting not long ago. The sacrificial hall of the Kamube was built halfway up the mountainside, and because of several major storms in the past twenty years, the pillars of the main hall have been in jeopardy. ”

"Just create a little bit of a slightly larger shock at the rock platform in the southeast, and it will probably collapse and attract the attention of most people."

"That's it, all the information I know is here, I only remember a rough idea of their firepower distribution, after all, I didn't think about attacking them......"

The old man's voice sighed, and seemed to be a little satisfied.

"That's enough."

The young Bai Zhimin said softly, "You go to Xia Hui to lead." Later, a troop will come to the periphery, they will sweep the nearby spies, and bring the first batch of food to eat one by one, you can take the children to the Xiahui Collar. ”

"It's not peaceful, though."

"But, at least, we can feed everyone."

The lord of the Xiahui Lords picked up the map, and he left behind his token, a badge with the Silver Peak coat of arms. He had never doubted a word of what the priest of Fiotto had said, and he knew that he had not lied to him, so he turned away without hesitation.

Eat your fill. Only those who are well fed have more than enough to think about other things. Most of the progress and change has occurred when people have enough to eat and struggle to be fed.

While humans still kill each other and fight each other, then these fights are meaningless if they don't feed people.

People need to be well fed, have their own homes, and have their own dreams, so that they can have the leisure to think about something bigger.

Only then can you let go of all doubts and become the person you want. And that's what the boy wants to do.

The priest of Feotto stared at the white figure in the distance, and the emissary of the dragon god disappeared from his vision.

The two older children at the door looked around with some confusion, and they felt a cool and refreshing breath pass by.

"Sure enough."

Looking at the clouds drifting in the distance and the shadows of the mountains, the old man muttered to himself, "I still can't give up that dream." ”

- He still wants to become a dragon god messenger.

He wanted to be the one who could bring happiness and smiles to his people.

He's old. It may not be possible to do it on your own.

But he still won't give up trying.

"Let's go, Cobo, Harry."

Shaking his head slightly, Priest Fioto was not prepared to put all his hopes on the supply of troops in the young man's mouth, he had to rely on his own hands to prepare tomorrow's rations for the children.

"Yes, Grandpa Priest." The older kids replied.

At this moment, their eyes looking at the old man were full of trust and longing.

They hadn't heard the story of the dragon god's messenger.

But if they had heard......

Then the dragon god messenger will not be greater than the priest grandfather who saved them from famine and death in their eyes.

"The hearts of the mountain people are available."

Ian, who had observed the living conditions of the mountain tribes along the way, concluded: "Although it can't help me create riots, if I can defeat the main force of the independent mountain people, then most of the small and medium-sized tribes will probably not exclude me or the future leaders of the empire." ”

It didn't take too long for Ian to come from Xiahui to the Midra Autonomous Region, and it was only a matter of time to fly there, and it was actually only a matter of time to go deep into the Autonomous Region.

But the reason why he returned to the ground and walked slowly after coming to the edge of the autonomous region was not only because he didn't want to be found, but also because he wanted to take a hard look at the living conditions of the vast majority of independent mountain people today.

The result is quite bad.

"As long as I can ensure the food supply of the mountain people, they are willing to support it."

Ian thoughtfully: "And, the Alchemy Workshop?" ”

Ian was very interested in the alchemy workshop that the priest of Feotto spoke.

Obviously, this was an insulated thing from the mountain people in the past, and even with the support of the Flying Flame Land, it would never be possible for the mountain people who knew nothing about modern alchemy to directly build a complete alchemy system.

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They are not willing to spend a lot of money to directly transport a production line over.

But what is it that allows the mountain people and the Flying Flame Land to build several alchemy workshops for it? It's definitely worth a lot of money and it's worth checking it out.

Ian was curious.

The Chonglin Department was originally located on the edge of the Midra Autonomous Region, and after a short walk along the road, Ian came to the depths of the Autonomous Region.

From here, you can see the river area where Kakibe is located in the distance.

The core area of the Kamube is located in the foothills of the plains deep in the mountains, and like most of the mountain people, they worship in the mountains, but as the population grows more and more, the Kamubu also carves out a large plain at the foot of the mountain, with dense rock buildings and farmland scattered along the flat areas along the river.

Finding a hill and standing on the top of it, Ian looked at the Kamubu, and he found that the tribe's farmland had not been attacked by the biological warfare of the Flamelands, and there was not the slightest trace of decay left by decay and withering.

One by one, good guys, it seems that they have already discussed it.

Ian thought to himself, as long as this news finds enough evidence, it is enough to make the vast majority of the neutral hill tribes feel bad about the Jiamu tribe and even the independent mountain tribe, after all, who doesn't starve now? Whoever can stay out of the matter is the enemy.

But the most important message is not this.

Ian narrowed his eyes, and he saw two huge figures on the altar halfway up the mountain.

It was two wurms made of steel, with blade-like wings and silver-black scales, and four dragon pupils reflecting rainbow magnetic light flashed on their sharp heads, and the materialized magnetic field in the silver chip supported their movements.

The swarm of steel-winged dragons has come to the depths of the Baissen Mountains.

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