Frost Wings

"The spirit of the great knight is above! Defeat the evil beast!"

"Down with the liar! The tyrant! The deceiver!"

"...Mr. Darius, tell me one more!"

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

"I'm sorry, this is the end of the day, it's time to eat." The bard said with a smile, he gave out a few pieces of candy, shook off these difficult children, and flashed into the lower room of the tavern.

This room was smoky and smoky. It was the place where the tavern used to raise pigs. Small drums, harps, and violins were scattered on the thatched pile. The three people stayed in it with different postures.

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

The students recruited by the bard organizations in various regions pay attention to their appearance.

If a bard wants to make a living, he must catch the audience's attention at first sight, otherwise he sings the same poem, why should he rely on this to eat?

The handsome men looked at the half-elf bard named Darius walking in, but showed a relieved expression: "Thank God, Darius, you actually came back."

"Your question is really strange, is it possible that I can't come back?" Darius put down the accordion and sat on the other side of the haystack.

He shook off the dried pig manure he accidentally touched, picked up a bag of fluid organic sauce, and gulped it down.

"Hey! It's really unpalatable. When will this day be so bad? You can't buy meat, you can't buy beer, and only this kind of thing has to be exchanged for several times the price. Alas! It's getting more and more bitter." Young The poet threw away the empty bag in his hand and sighed in frustration.

"As long as the tyranny of Wings of Frost is overthrown..." The middle-aged bearded bard had a distant gaze, and his voice sounded like a babble.

"Forget it, I don't think it's possible! The younger poet suddenly became irritable: "The alliance has hired seventeen colleagues in total, do you see how many are still persisting? Frostwing's men didn't pay any attention to us at all, but a few years ago we were able to sing in public in a tavern, and a year ago we could only perform in a brothel secretly in the middle of the night, now what? Almost all the people in this city are guarding us, we can only sing to the homeless and the poor in the sewers, should we rely on these people to resist the rule of Frostwing? "

He spoke impatiently, and his tone softened:

"I think we can wake up a little bit, the rule of Frostwing is hard to shake. You think this thing is unpalatable, but you don't know that before Frostwing ruled this place, the food of commoners was much worse than this, It's still hard to get enough to eat,; we're living a near-begging life here and we're not starving on this stuff, thank goodness if Frostwing's rule can do that forever, then I think his rule will not be overturned."

Darius glanced at the young poet, shook his head slightly, but did not refute. A few months ago, they still had the strength to refute, but now they have completely lost the strength-the other party is right, how to refute? On the contrary, the middle-aged poet upheld his righteousness and refuted: "Enrique! What a cowardly and shaky word! No matter what method Frost Wing uses to bribe the hearts of the people, it will not change his evil nature. You must think about his attack back then. How brutal and tyrannical it was in the North! Hypocrisy can't last long. Sooner or later, he will reveal his hideous true colors. The livestock keepers feed the pigs and sheep delicious feed to kill them when they are fat. Flesh, it is impossible for an evil person to feed the people under his rule for free. Sooner or later, these poor people who are attracted by small favors and accept the rule of Frostwing will be sacrificed for his sinister purpose, or, in other words, these are now for the sake of it. The hard-working people are all accomplices of Frost Wings' evil cause, and we will use poetry as a weapon to awaken their conscience and make them aware of Frost Wing's sinister intentions."

"But after all, what is the sinister intention of Wings of Frost? Uncle Sean." Enrique asked.

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

"This is all speculation." Enrique said sternly: "I don't mean to say something depressing, but now we can't produce actual evidence to convince the local people other than guessing, let alone what if we do it out. In this way, Wings of Frost has bought enough people with small favors. What if these people think that it is beneficial for them to invade and invade? Don't forget, Wings of Frost rules these four cities, only Two were won by his troops, and the remaining two cities were driven by the small nobles and commoners in the city to drive away the opponents and voluntarily surrendered to the Wings of Frost. life, our words have no appeal, they will say: anyway, the nobles who once ruled them used the same tricks, and life was not as good as it is now."

"He's a dragon! This group of idiots who don't distinguish right from wrong!" Sean was furious.

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

"Enrique, which side are you on?" Darius, who was unable to rest in peace after being quarreled by two bards, one old and one young, couldn't help interrupting.

"I have no intention of surrendering to Wings of Frost, but as a member of the Windspeaker Alliance, I think it is impossible to judge whether the nature of the Wings of Frost government is good or evil. The purpose of our organization is to settle disputes. For this reason, I do not approve of the efficiency of this public opinion attack plan." Enrique spread his hands: "Dalis, I think it's just a waste of time for us to continue to stay."

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

Darius shook his head and couldn't help interrupting again:

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

When the noise ended, Dallis shook his head helplessly, and fell on the haystack to enjoy the rare peace.

The room quieted down, but the thoughts in Dali's chest kept coming and going. He recalled what happened during the day, and suddenly couldn't help but smile bitterly. As a half-elf with a lifespan much longer than that of humans, the well-informed Dali Of course, he figured it out, and what Enrique said was basically correct.

Old Sean was righteous and strict, but in Darius' ears, he could hear some kind of paranoia.

Old Sean was born from a noble in the North, and had a deep hatred with Baihe. Enrique was a tramp. Compared to him, the latter's evaluation was more fair.

However, Darius did not agree with the Wings of Frost government at all. He inquired clearly about the concept of the Wings of Frost government: all beings are equal before power. The extended conclusion of this force doctrine seems quite plausible to Darius. Horror, it means that once there is an individual with invincible power, it should be the ruler of the world.

Is Wings of Frost invincible? Obviously not. Although its power is strong, the power that can rival him exists on Antas. Darius believes that if the seven sisters join forces with the great sage Ai to dispatch together, they will be as strong as the wings of frost. It must be avoided. There are many similar organizations - most of these organizations are enemies of the Wind Whisperer Alliance. 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, they will inevitably experience a great chaos in the world. Everyone is chasing power, which will inevitably lead to frequent conflicts and disputes.

Not every biological individual has the opportunity to become the strong, so Darius felt that the strong should have noble morals and take the responsibility of protecting the weak.

However, according to Frostwing's forceism, this reality is interpreted as: morality is a contract consciously generated by social groups to maintain the balance of power and seek common survival.

This idea makes Dallis instinctively loathe. This means putting strength before justice and morality, denying the natural rightness of morality.

Everyone's only 'power' is a profit, and only profit is a profit. This is an evil creed, and this kind of society must be hell.

Frostwing must be defeated.

Beyond the class attribute, Darius found the reason why the Frost Wings must be knocked down from the ideological level, but he was as clueless as Enrique as to how to knock down the Frost Wings.

The establishment of the Dragon God Church means that the authority of the Wings of Frost government is further stabilized. Now only the wild children in the sewer are willing to listen to his singing and propaganda. After a period of time, these wild children will be the same as the previous wild children. Being taken in by the Frost Dragon Knights and integrated into the Wings of Frost system, Darius did not believe that the multi-pronged brainwashing of Wings of Frost would be weaker than his own singing.

Now these kids are shouting 'Down with tyrants, kill demons', will they shout 'Long live the Frost Wings' after a while?

"Aren't you sleeping yet?"

Darius opened his eyes and saw a thin old face in front of him. The old man had just sat in the shack and was writing notes to a candle. Daris saw this face and realized that he had come to North Korea on purpose. I was studying poetry, but when I met the poet Yaroke, the closed poet of the Northland Poets College, I was relieved: "Bachelor, are you finished recording?"

"Where is there any record?" Bachelor Yarok sighed: "The traditional poetry here is hard to find, probably the barbarian tribes in the wilderness will leave more traditions, yes, you are going to visit Mr. Hermi ?"

"That's right, Mr. Hermi is a famous poet in our alliance. His poems against evil have inspired the hearts of countless righteous people. Would you like to visit him?" Darius' eyes lit up.

"Mr. Hermi's poetry, rhythm, and literary talent are not top-notch, but political poetry is like this. His influence is so great that I really need to visit, and I will work for you."

"It's easy to talk about." Dalis nodded and exhaled lightly.

...

"Aiya! You sleep so soundly, do you think I really won't catch them?"

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

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

The blue-haired young man stared at the sleeping bards in the mirror~www.wuxiahere.com~, his eyes flashing, and said: "It's okay, you can enter it, human bards usually smell very strong, and they can't be washed in a bath. It is clean, so it should be marinated in salt water for a few days, or wrapped in sweet cheese and fried; the elf half-elf has a fresh vegetable smell, which is suitable for washing and steaming; the meat of the old bard is wood and hard, only a small fire Cook a little longer."

"You really have experience." Bai He was surprised.

"Lord Frostwing, these bards are of average quality." Vickers respectfully said, "I have eaten bards of half-heaven creatures, and their meat has a natural honey taste, which is the most common among bards. Excellent, suitable for eating raw."

"It's disgusting!" Before Bai He could respond, Xiao Yinlong called out first. She hugged Frost Wing's neck: "Yasza, you said you were going to arrest them and tell me stories."

"Okay, okay." Bai He laughed.

"Your Majesty, Frost Wings, please forgive me, the stories of bards are usually only for excitement, and there are many lewd and robbery words, and there are many slanders against my color dragon family. Let the minister develop such a hobby." Vickers glanced at Yinlong: "For the sake of this young lady's physical and mental health, it is better not to let her contact this kind of guy."

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

Bai He's eyes flickered, he really had some resentment towards the author of the Song of the White Dragon, and he had to deal with it properly.

"Let's go take a look first."

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