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April 1, 837 Julian calendar, Caribbean, sunny.

The time is close to summer hope, and the so-called summer hope naturally means to hope for summer.

At this time, in the depths of the Semitic continent, it was just the beginning of spring, and the wind of Arcadherine was still cold.

In the Caribbean port on the coast, due to the influence of the warm ocean current, the grass is already growing, the warblers are flying, the flowers are blooming, and it is about to enter the most beautiful season of the year.

All kinds of private yachts carry dignitaries and beautiful women, rippling on the calm sea. You can also see casual tourists eating barbecue on the beach.

As jobs increased and the industrial population skyrocketed, the entire Caribbean City prospered, and the first affluent and middle classes emerged.

Factory owners, building contractors, contractors, managers from human beings, and senior engineers became the first to get rich in the Caribbean.

Even the original small townspeople and rural farmers suddenly had a little spare money in their hands.

On holidays, entertainment venues and scenic spots start to get crowded and noisy.

Caribbean Harbor is like a long-ailly ill patient suddenly healed, refreshed, full of life and hope, even with smiles on the faces of passers-by.

In the early morning, the large square between the upper and lower parts of Caribbean City is already crowded on one side, even though it is neither a working time nor a holiday celebration.

Even street vendors saw an opportunity and pushed their carts around the crowd.

Although it is not a holiday, today is destined to be a day that will go down in history.

People in the Caribbean have all heard that today the thing called Parliament is going to open.

It is said that this council is the initiation of a great change unseen in the Semitic race for 4,000 years, and it is a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people.

With the parliament, everyone ran into civil society, and in the future, everyone in Semit would be equal, and if the lowly people were hit by the nobles' carriage on the street, they would not have to pay for the damage to the carriage.

It is said that if the judgment is the fault of the other party. I also have to pay for a donkey here, and it is also the standard price of a blue and white donkey in the market.

Hearing the news, many Semitic people were shocked and stuck out their tongues more than half a foot long. It was a big donkey with blue and white flowers, and they couldn't make so much money in two lifetimes.

Encouraged by this exciting news, and because it happened to be a Sunday, many people rushed to see the excitement.

Even the countrymen of dozens of miles came over in the dark to join in the excitement. To witness this historic moment.

In a corner at the edge of the square, a storyteller was introducing himself to the crowd with his eyebrows fluttering.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this council is not new, more than two thousand years ago. We Semites have this thing too.

However, at that time, it was called the Senate, and the members in it were all respected old people.

And it is said that it is precisely because there is a council that we Semitic people will flourish and become powerful two thousand years ago...... Hum~!

That's not blowing, even ten humans can't beat one...... Uh, let's not talk about this, the second master of the province came to check our water meter.

But. You all get the idea. ”

Speaking of this, there was a burst of laughter from everyone below.

Lei Erye's nobles who collect taxes want to die, ghosts cry wolves, and stage a human comedy in which the wicked have their own wicked people.

Seeing the bad luck of the nobles who were so bad that they were unlucky, everyone was really happy to see it, and they felt that they had been oppressed before, and all the revenge of exploitation had been avenged.

But. Although the man did not continue, everyone knew the meaning of the man's words: Even ten humans couldn't beat one Semitic back then~!

The name of Semitic warriors was not made up by themselves, and even the humans of the time admitted that the Semitic warriors were brave and not afraid of death when they fought.

At this time, I heard the storyteller slap the table, and then said: "Anyway, it was a cow fork at that time." But...... But~!"

The storyteller raised his voice. shouted loudly with a deafening momentum: "Let me ask you a question: We were so powerful back then, why couldn't we beat humans later?"

500,000 can't beat 300,000 Ruman, and 200,000 can't beat 70,000 of the Human Holy See. ”

The current gloom of the people, the course of the expeditionary war that took place on the human continent, the Caribbeans have been familiar with it in the past few months, and often talk about the gains and losses.

Everyone is asking themselves, "Yes." Why did such a powerful Semitic race end up losing to humans who were far inferior to them?

And it's twice~!

So much so that now the land of the Semites is full of human iron hooves?

At this moment, the sky over the Caribbean port is full of human military flags. ”

This is really a question that confuses all Semitic people, the last expedition lasted for several years, how could this time it be so completely defeated, the Semitic people are really not as good as the generation?

There's always a reason for that, right?

The storyteller lowered his voice and said, "That's because of one thing~!"

He paused, then glared at each other, and said loudly word by word: "Because of the High Priest of the Undead~!"

That terrible demon, the psychopathic maniac who manipulates people's hearts, the High Priest of the Dead, has appeared~!"

Everyone present couldn't help but be stunned.

For a long time, in the official propaganda, this undead high priest was as loving as a father and tried his best to take care of everyone, how did he suddenly become a 'demon, a psychopath' here?

Anyone who dares to slander or insult the high priest of the dead is the strictest of thought criminals and must be immediately beheaded.

Although now under the rule of human beings, everyone is not allowed to publicly mention the name of the high priest of the dead, but out of inertia, they can't help but sneer at the storyteller, and a few people are even eager to try and plan to come forward and beat him.

The name High Priest of the Dead is a shackle that runs deep into their souls - that's what religion does.

The storyteller smiled at the moment, arched his hand, and said, "Everyone, everyone, don't be angry yet, listen to me slowly." ”

He paused for a moment, and then said, "I think that at the beginning, the High Priest of the Undead came from a long way from the Extreme North Undead Island. Showing the wisdom and mana, he was immediately enshrined as a national teacher by His Majesty Docent, the emperor of the Semitic tribe.

I have to say that the High Priest of the Undead is indeed powerful, and with his assistance, our Semitic people have pacified civil strife and unified the country, and our power has become stronger and stronger.

At that time, it can be said that he Qinghai Yan, and the time and the year are abundant. The common people are also rich and healthy. It was thriving, and the history books handed down at that time said that the warehouses with a lot of money could not be placed, and the grain could not be eaten if it was moldy. ”

People listened. couldn't help nodding their heads, and they all showed yearning looks.

Although more than a thousand years have passed, the description of that beautiful day has been passed down by word of mouth for generations.

Even now, every evening, there will be old people telling the children around them about the beautiful life at that time.

Therefore, every Semitic person has a deep memory of it.

But then I saw the storyteller pick up the wooden board and slap it on the table, making a crisp sound of 'pop'.

The frightened crowd couldn't help but be shocked.

At this time, the storyteller said in a deep voice: "On the surface, the Semitic people are prosperous. But in fact, there is an undercurrent surging.

Because the High Priest of the Undead is actually harboring evil intentions~!"

Everyone couldn't help but feel a chill surging from the bottom of their hearts. This kind of rebellious courtiers seized power, and then the stories of the common people are also endless.

Could it be that the high priest whom everyone has always respected is really a rebel and thief?

The storyteller said: "At that time, the high priest had been lurking in our Semitic tribe for thirty years, and finally he had the power to dominate the world. As Emperor Docente grew older and more mediocre, the High Priest saw an opportunity and began his plan to enthrone him.

On a dark and windy night, he secretly sneaked into the palace of His Majesty the Emperor......"

Everyone was suddenly nervous and breathless.

The storyteller looked up at the crowd. With a mysterious face, he said: "Although I don't know what happened at that time, according to the guards outside the palace, the candles in the palace were nodding at that time, so he saw a figure in the window with an axe and slashing it on the bed." And there were bursts of screams of 'ahhhh......hh

That's miserable~!

Even now, when you arrive at the Royal Palace of Acaderin, at night, there will be a white ghost wandering back and forth. Screaming incessantly......"

Everyone present felt the cold hair all stand upside down, and many people involuntarily rubbed their arms back and forth.

At that moment, some people said disdainfully: "The undead high priest, that is a master of necromantic magic, if it is really the emperor he killed." How can it be so troublesome, as long as it beckons?"

The storyteller glanced up at the man, and then sneered coldly. Said: "You are the kind of idiot who thinks that the emperor uses a golden axe to collect firewood. The brain doesn't turn in circles, and when you become the emperor, do you still have to work?"

Everyone present couldn't help but laugh.

The audience who shouted was not convinced, and shouted: "Then why do you say that the high priest still wants to kill people himself?"

The storyteller looked at him with disdain and said, "What kind of person is the emperor?"

Son of the Great Demon God. He was also one of the gods.

There are thirty-six Tiangang guards, and there are seventy-two earthly demons with them, even if they are sleeping, there are great demon gods in the sky to take care of them.

Usually what bulls, ghosts, snakes, gods, demons and monsters, who dares to get close. Even within a hundred meters of him, he was already extinguished by the divine light.

Who could kill such a character casually?"

Although these words were full of feudal superstition, the people all bought it very much, and immediately nodded in agreement.

"That's right~!"

"That's it~!"

"When President Brad was born, there was purple gas coming from the east, and the big star fell, it seems that he can be the emperor of the old man, and it is indeed the destiny of heaven~!

“......”

The shouting man was immediately speechless, shrunk his head into the crowd, and never showed his head again.

At this time, the storyteller saw that he folded the other party with a three-inch smile, and immediately became proud, and said: "What annoys me the most is that you guys who don't understand anything, but take ignorance as wisdom, only know how to talk nonsense on the side, and don't use your brains at all......"

Everyone listened to his constant criticism, and there was a great risk of crooked buildings, and they all panicked immediately. They were persuaded one after another.

"Brother, brother, calm down. ”

"Brother, you said yours. Don't be like that. ”

"Later, what later?"

"That's it, you can go on......"

“......”

The storyteller then froze, then coughed and said loudly, "Everyone." I'm eating off this decryption. So, if you have money to help a money field, if someone has someone, you can help a person. If you don't want to listen. Turn around and leave, but don't smash my field. We're just a hard-working person, talk about some books, and eat for ourselves......"

There was a commotion in the crowd. Now is the right time to speak, if at this time, give up and don't listen, it is really itchy and hard to scratch.

So many people are generous.

At the same time, they also glared angrily at the guy who just shouted, if it weren't for this guy making trouble. I don't think you have to pay for it.

Someone even took advantage of the large number of people to secretly kick the self-proclaimed smart dog cub a few times.

There was a lot of chaos on the spot.

After a long while, the storyteller saw that the money was almost collected, so he slapped the eye-catching on the table and continued: "Let's take the book back." It is said that the high priest's conspiracy succeeded, and after secretly assassinating the emperor's majesty. Monopolize the power and cover the sky with one hand.

The pity is that after the violent death of the emperor, there is nowhere to redress his grievances.

At that time, the vast majority of our Semitic nobles did not know the truth and were deceived by him.

There are also many people among them, although they know the truth, but they are tempted by the benefits given by the high priest and are willing to become lackeys.

Therefore, the high priest dissolved the council and imposed a dictatorship on the Semitic people.

The thousand-year-old flame of the Demon God Temple was also quietly extinguished by him. All the priests of the temple were slaughtered by him, and the inheritance of my Semitic tribe was cut off.

Everyone respects the high priest and forgets the great demon god.

From then on, I, the Semites, were completely reduced to the hands of the High Priest. ”

When everyone suddenly heard such a secret news, they all turned pale and had a look of grief and indignation. It turns out that the high priest is really a villain~!

At this time. The storyteller continued: "Because of this, the great demon god was also very sad to see the Semitic people confess to be their father and betray themselves. In the end, they had to leave the people of Semitic and return to ...... He returned to the temple of his brother, the god of light. ”

The audience at the scene suddenly fell down a large piece.

This...... That's too shocking, isn't it?

The Great Demon God and the God of Light are actually brothers?

Then everyone is still fighting for life and death?

How nice would it be to sit down and drink flower wine together?

The storyteller looked at everyone's faces, smiled proudly at the moment, and then spread the fan in his hand with a bang, and slapped it twice in an extremely chic manner, and then said, "Everyone, I don't know anything."

So many races in the world, half-orcs, goblins, minotaurs, etc., all look so strange? Why are we so similar to humans?

It's not because Kronos, the father of the Great Demon God and the God of Light, created humanity in his own form.

Later, when the two brothers grew up, they naturally separated. So if it looks a little like the Great Demon God, it's naturally our Semit. Those who look like the gods of light are naturally human beings. ”

At that moment, someone shouted: "If the two gods are really brothers, shouldn't they be on a blind date? Then why are we fighting with humans? What you said must be false~!"

Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the storyteller: yes, if it is really as the storyteller said, everyone is a family, why do they fight?

The storyteller rolled his eyes and said, "This brother, have you ever seen someone whose two brothers don't fight?

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned: what he said made sense, anyway, everyone has never seen any two brothers who didn't fight. And it's quite normal to play and match.

At this time, the storyteller saw that he was once again overpowering the crowd, and immediately said, "Where are we talking about?" Well, by the way, the great demon god saw that the Semitic people had abandoned him, so he had to leave. and went back to the temple of his brother and the god of light. ”

In his words, he bit the words "Brother, God of Light" so that all the people could hear them clearly.

But all the people felt some kind of hint, and their hearts were heavy, and all of them had a terrifying thought swirling in their hearts: A thousand years ago, the Great Demon God really left, did he really leave them behind?

At this time, the storyteller's face turned gloomy, and he said in a heavy tone: "Everyone naturally knows everything about what happened later."

At the instigation of the High Priest, we are constantly at war with humanity.

In the war, although our Semitic warriors were very heroic, one could top ten, but they did not have the favor of the Great Demon God, so when they fought with humans, they were constantly defeated, defeated and defeated.

If you don't believe me, count the two thousand years, when did we Semitic win a war with humans?

And it is said that many times, the Semitic army was about to win, but every time at this time, there would be a god-like reversal, and the result was a defeat.

Like the surprise attack on the Sharon Valley, the assault on Hyjal, the onslaught on the Maple Leaf Danlin, and the siege of the city of Ruman, which battle of the Vatino was not almost won?

In the end, it was because it was a little bit worse and lost?

Why is this happening?

Isn't it because the boss of the Great Demon God was angry and ran away, and he didn't cover the big guy in the sky?"

Everyone present couldn't help but be silent for a while. They basically know a little bit about these famous battles.

In all kinds of official propaganda, it is always my powerful Semitic army that is like a bamboo, and the morale is like a rainbow. Always winning and winning. But he was plotted by the cunning and despicable humans, or there were traitors inside, betrayed everyone, and finally failed to lead the way.

No one thought about it, just anger at humanity, or at the endless stream of traitors. And now, after listening to the storyteller's words and thinking about it carefully, it turns out that his words really make sense.

Everyone lost the battle, not because they couldn't do it, but because God didn't let it~!

The bosses of the Great Demon Gods are all on the side of the human race, how can this battle be won?

At this time, the storyteller continued: "If you want me to say, although we betrayed the Great Demon God, the Great Demon God still blessed us, so that we did not win." ”

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned: what does this mean, how do you feel so strange when you hear it? Defeat the battle, but it is the blessing of the Great Demon God?

The storyteller said coldly, "Think about it, what good is this fratricidal between us and humans to our Semites?

In this battle, the territory belonged to the high priest, and the slain turned back and was recruited by him as a ghost to enrich his army. His strength has risen greatly, but we are getting weaker and weaker because of the damage to our strength.

The loss is that he didn't defeat the human race, and if he really did, maybe he would turn around and attack us. ”

Everyone's hearts couldn't help but feel a chill, and the back of their necks was cold and swishing.

They knew that things like the storyteller had said were very likely to happen—the high priest was a leader of the undead, and the dead were all hateful and full of resentment, and if they encountered them, they would surely put them to death.

Someone asked in a panic, "What about ......that?" So what are we going to do?"

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