The World of Deities - Chapter 229
The World of Deities Chapter 229
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On the edge of Lava River Town, the team stopped.
Looking towards the largest house in the town, they saw the low city wall of the house, the afterglow of the setting sun spattered, the spearhead shone, and the shield shone.
More than a dozen people stood on the city wall talking and laughing, pointing at the mob outside.
2 giant crossbows are like 2 Demon Beasts, watching everyone with cold eyes.
The mob in the line looked at the corpse, gnashing teeth, and cursed in a low voice.
“The three of you stay here, and I entered the town with them alone,” Suye said.
Paros stretched out his little white hand and grabbed the leather armor at Suye’s back.
“My body is better.” Paros’s soft voice was firm.
“I’m going too!” Ryker and Hort said in unison.
Suye turned around and looked towards the three desk-mates with a shallow smile.
“Thank you for doing this. But everything has uncontrollable factors. Even if I think there is a way to avoid the danger, I can’t guarantee that no accident will happen, even more how to take you.” Suye said.
“You can’t do it. You said that everyone has a better choice.” Ryker stared at Suye’s eyes.
Suye looked at the town ahead, at the dead body nailed to the pillar, at this lifeless world, at the dim sky.
“I have been thinking about how to become Legendary and what kind of road will become Legendary Road, have you ever thought about it?” Suye asked.
Hort shook his head.
“I thought about it, but there was no result.” Ryker said.
Paros nodded.
“I went through all the brief biographies of Legendary Grandmasters, and I also searched the records of those early generations of Aristocrat, hoping to find the way of Legendary from their learning experiences, words and deeds, and behavior. Unfortunately, their Legendary Lu myriad, their behavior is not similar. However, I keep summing up and thinking, and finally found a common ground.” Suye said.
3 people looked at Suye seriously.
“The common point is that what they do is what they think is the most meaningful and valuable. They never become Legendary for Legendary, they do what they think is the most meaningful and valuable, and become Legendary. Most people who are in the same period with them, not only do not understand them, but will laugh at and deny them, think they are liars, think that what they do is meaningless. Until they achieve Legendary, until they do their own Things to do. Then, those who laugh at them, continue to laugh at the next Legendary.”
“I’ve been thinking, why do most people laugh at Legendary? I thought about it a lot, but there is no right answer. Until recently, I suddenly thought of a possibility, that is, people who laugh at Legendary, use instinct to think, use Feel to judge this World and never think deeply.”
“Later I didn’t continue to think about this answer. I only thought about what I think is the most meaningful and valuable. Only by doing what I find most meaningful and valuable can I find my way to Legendary.”
“There are Legendary roads on 10000 1000 roads, but there is only one of my Legendary roads. Perhaps my current choice is not the most correct one, but in this brief moment, I firmly believe that I am on my own Legendary road.”
“Although, the next step may bring me disaster, but even if I stand there, who knows, will Lava River Town have a Canona, will Athens City leave Canmona? Will Greece leave Canona? And I Will it be another mob? I don’t know.”
“So, I can only do what I think is the most meaningful and valuable.”
Suye finished, laughed.
“You three stand here, to be honest, if you three join the battle, the probability of adding chaos to me is greater. Sad? Sad is right.” Suye looked towards Paros with a smile.
Paros still didn’t let go.
“I’m not going,” Hort said.
“You change the reason next time. It’s too hurt to say that.” Ryker helplessly said.
Suye and Paros 4 looked at each other.
Paros slowly withdrew his hand.
Suye slightly smiled.
“See you later.” Suye faced forward and waved her hand backwards.
At this time, Paros’s firm voice sounded.
“Do what you want, it’s wrong to count mine!”
The girl’s voice seemed to have the power to break the world.
Suye looked back towards the girl.
Under the setting sun, the shining spear and the sun shone on the girl in a red leather armor.
Her pride, blowing strong wind, blowing waist black hair, dyed a little golden light.
Her eyes were blue, as if covered with Athens’ sky.
Suye slightly smiled, is this an overbearing female president who loves me…
“See you later.”
Suye strode toward the mob ahead.
Paros, Hort and Ryker looked at Suye’s back.
“What exactly does he want to do?” Hort asked.
“I can only guess roughly, not the details.” Ryker said.
“He wants Athens to see the colors of Lava River Town.” Paros looked at Suye’s back quietly, his eyes soft.
The mob stood there, and the bodies and Aristocrat’s private soldiers calmed them down.
“Jacquerie, what do we… do?”
“Yeah? I’m flustered.”
“That Bronze Warrior is still there.”
“Let’s go.”
The mob softened and looked at Jacquerie in panic.
Jacquerie walked over to Suye and said, “Master Suye, everything is up to you.”
Suye nodded, reaching for Lava River Town.
“Before that, it was still your home. You can still live in a warm house, eating your own barley, chatting with relatives and friends. At that time, your clothes were complete, your face, There is not so much sludge.”
Everyone’s gaze changed, became softer and gentler, and before everyone’s eyes, beautiful memories of Lava River Town appeared.
Suye withdrew his hand.
“After Canmona arrived, the gray river froze, and the children did not dare to run around happily, their tumbling stomach seemed to live with a frog, and the cries inside echoed to your ears. You are hungry, You are cold, you can’t live anymore. You have to leave your hometown, leave the warm place, leave this wonderful place, leave Lava River Town, and enter the dark and cold outside. For your survival, by fair means or foul, looting, looting, killing, running away…”
Their expressions changed again, some of them sweated all over, some of them showed horrified faces, some of them became more vicious, some of them gnashing teeth.
Suye points to the distant Athens City.
“You refugees have been designated as Bandit Group by the Aristocrat Lords of Athens City. A few words from Canona will make you a mob that doesn’t work hard, a robber committing any imaginable misdeed, a butcher who is full of evil, and a deserved butcher. The mob that has been annihilated. At most one month, in the instigation of Canmona, there will be an Aristocrat team led by Golden Warrior in Athens City. Under the banner of annihilating the Bandit Group, in the cheers of the citizens of Athens, they leave Athens City. Then find you. What will happen to you?”
Everyone like falling in a ice hole, almost everyone has heard of the Savage of Aristocrat warrior.
Hundreds of years ago, Aristocrat became popular in hunting beasts.
Now Aristocrat is also popular for hunting, but the object of hunting is neither beast nor Bandit Group, but the refugees.
“In front of the powerful Aristocrat team, you cannot to withstand a single blow, you will be cut off by your 4 limbs, thrown on the ground and trampled, they will be thrown on the fire and burned, they will be dragged behind the horse to play, will be One by one cut off their heads. When they have enough play and return to their hearts, they will return to Athens City with a carriage full of your heads, accept the cheers of Athens citizens again, get glory and spoils of war, and get promoted. Your head will be buried with the heads of other “robbers” and become nourishment for the weeds.”
Some people tremble lightly.
Paros, Ryker and Hort stood not far away, hearing clearly.
3 people gritted their teeth and clenched their fists.
“So, it’s not that I humiliate you, you have no choice, and if you have a little choice, you will not become a refugee, nor will you wander around the vast Earth like a wild dog. At the end of your life, you could only be like Aristocrat. beast hunts like brute, and then, the notoriety of being robber, even after death, will become the object of all Athens and all Greek curse.”
Everyone was silent, and no one had the courage to refute.
There is no excuse to refute.
Suye looked at Lava River Town again, looking at the mansion.
“I actually don’t quite understand why Aristocrat is like this. Even one of me who hasn’t been to the field knows that Greece’s barley will be harvested once every year in fifteen-sixteen, and wheat will be harvested in 4 to 5 years. Canona at Aristocrat Academy After learning this basic knowledge, why do you have to plant it?”
Everyone had the same doubts in their hearts and looked at Suye.
“I have a friend named Ryker, the skinny man behind him who always wears dark circles and complexion pale. He said that Aristocrat doesn’t treat civilians as humans at all, and always treats people as brute. After I heard it, I suddenly realized that In the book, the first generation of Aristocrat were all Hero-like characters. They were so heroic, so wise, so generous, they regarded civilians as humans. Why are their descendants completely different?”
Many people are gently nodded, and they don’t understand.
“I still have a friend named Paros, who is also behind me. She said that Aristocrat became like this because of arrogance. I think both of them are right, but there seems to be other perspectives to explain This question. I have been thinking, but no results until I heard the story of Lava River Town, heard of barley and wheat, and heard of Canmona.”
“I found that Canmona and you, or Aristocrat and civilians, have one thing in common, and they are actually far away. Yes, you live in the same Lava River Town, but only a few streets apart, but Canmona is in a heavily guarded fortress , And you are separated from the wall. What you want to say to Aristocrat, Canmona, comes at a huge price. If you are unlucky, you may hang it on a wooden pile.”
Many people turned their heads towards the stakes outside the town and looked at the familiar and strange faces of each and everyone on the stakes.
Jacquerie’s eyes were dim, let alone those civilians, even if he was a Black Iron Warrior, it was not worthy of the dialogue in the eyes of Canmona.