"Disease, mosquitoes, cold waves, darkness, death, evil...it rose from the northern sky and flooded thirteen plains. There has never been such darkness!"
"The alliance between the high elves and the dwarves collapsed. The cowardly goblins were so frightened that they even fled to the Isdar Plateau on their ridiculous alchemy airships, just like crying imps who had their butts beaten! The orcs were groveling, they usually
The boasted courage has turned into a horse, glorious Aiel people, let me tell you, I saw the chiefs of the seven tribes of orcs kneeling on the ground of the glacier, using their tongues to remove its toes, like a starving dog!"
Amidst the roar of laughter, Baizhu was stunned. He felt hot, like fire burning in his body. In the bright light in front of his eyes, countless shadowy figures laughed wildly, waving their hands, as if they were holding a torch.
.
"Even the undead..."
The rough roar suddenly became heavier at this moment:
"My wolves went to the dark west. They trudged across the Manggul River and the frozen plains. Only the last winter wolf was left limping back. Yesterday, it brought me the greetings of the Undead King.
."
"Glorious El people, I have bad news to tell you. The fallen Shioro, the undead king of the Skeleton Kingdom, is also afraid of cold and darkness. The undead will not join the battle, they will go underground.
Cemetery, sleeping to escape the long winter.”
"Hush!" the first disdainful cry sounded.
"Shh!"
"Shh!"
"Shh!"
…
Amidst the continuous boos, Baizhu felt that his shoulder was hit by someone, and a dissatisfied voice came from his ears.
"These guys who boast about their courage are all as cowardly as doves and less timid than puffins! They are like a candle, all the good parts are burned out, leaving only the bad and unburnable parts!"
Someone hit me on the shoulder again, and the angry muttering continued:
"Are you going to join the war? Damn it! Some people say that its body is like a rock, indestructible. Bows and arrows cannot hurt it, nor can the dwarf's hammer. Its giant sword can easily cut through the widest river! Damn it! It's actually
Some people say that its head is bigger than any mountain? Do you believe it? I don’t believe it anyway!”
Amid the boos, Bian's angry complaints continued. Bai Zhu listened blankly to his mutterings, his mind going blank.
Familiar, but strange... Everything seemed to have happened yesterday, but everything really happened before his eyes. The boundaries between true and false began to blur. Gradually, Baizhu no longer knew why he came here. He only had a vague feeling.
, I don’t seem to belong here, or I once belonged here...
"quiet!"
"quiet!"
"Angry Aiel! Be quiet!!!"
The violent roaring sounded again, the boos slowly subsided, and even the angry muttering in the ears stopped.
"I understand your anger, Aiel, noble Aiel! We are the sons of the mountains, the masters of the wolves, we use swords to win honor instead of conspiracy, and above us stand the great spirits of our ancestors!
By God, people of Ayr, let me praise you!!!"
"We like all good things, but we don't become luxurious because of them. We like wisdom, but we don't become weak because of it. We like fighting, but we don't become barbaric because of it. We treat wealth as something that can be used appropriately.
We do not regard it as something that we can boast about. As for poverty, no one should be ashamed to admit his poverty! The sword in our hands is the greatest glory bestowed by the gods on us!"
"There is no retreat, O Aiel! I have sung your praises with the greatest kindness. Our adventurous spirit fills every sea and every land; we show kindness to our friends everywhere and favor to our enemies.
Give a response. Regarding these things, we will leave a lasting memorial to future generations."
"But now, Aiel people, there is an invisible cliff behind us. If we take a step back, we will fall into the abyss! Our civilization is facing challenges, and the freedom and justice we are proud of will disappear.
Our dignity is about to be trampled on, along with the noble spirits of our ancestors!”
"People of Ayr, it's time, dear people, I am so like you, I don't want to see you shed even a drop of blood, but now, it's time to make a sacrifice!"
"In the name of the gods and ancestors." The rough roar sounded like the violent sound of a thousand hammers: "People of Aiel, I command you to pick up the sword!!!"
The eyes gradually became clearer, like a curtain being lifted, and the blazing light disappeared little by little, like the sea water after ebbing tide.
Baizhu suddenly smelled the aroma of butter and spirits, the fire in the fireplace crackled, and countless hard armors collided with each other, making a harsh and heavy sound.
He turned around in a daze. In this rough but wide room, countless people raised their swords high and roared excitedly. In the midst of "in the name of the gods", Bai Zhu saw the honest dwarf with a gray beard beside him.
He jumped up with great effort, slapping his chest with both hands, his face flushed with excitement.
At the end of the excited roar is Chang Zhengdong's seat.
In the seat, a man as tall as a black bear, three meters tall, wearing a deer-antlered helmet, was laughing wildly. He was blind in his left eye, and his only remaining right eye was blue, like the silent sea.
The roof was about to be torn apart by roars and laughter, fine gray dust fell softly from the dome, and the rumbling winter north wind outside the company commander was driven away, as if in fear of this power.
"People of Ayr, after a series of misfortunes, I still have good news to tell you."
The one-eyed man wearing a deer-horned helmet stood up and pressed down with his hand. The roars and laughter slowly subsided.
Everyone looked up at their leader, waiting for him to speak.
"Norwellia of the Vale, their king, is willing to fight alongside us!"
The one-eyed man pointed with his hand. At his finger, a young man wearing a gorgeous robe with exquisite embroidery on his cuffs smiled slightly and saluted everyone gracefully.
"Noble little prince, please come up and say a few words!" the one-eyed man laughed and said: "From now on, you are the friend of all the Ayr people!"
"Novelia, Stan, Valandia, Arlett... Dear Aiel people, you are not fighting alone. After the defeat of the dwarves and high elves, the four northern countries have united."
When he reached the top of the long road, the young man's voice was like a nightingale, elegant and melodious. He looked down hurriedly, and his eyes suddenly stopped on Bai Zhu, and a trace of joy flashed on his face:
"Before the formal speech begins, friends, perhaps you should open your hearts to me, a harmless foreigner. There is a noble knight hidden among you. Unfortunately, he is too good at hiding himself. Until now, standing on a high place, I can't
I was lucky enough to see him."
On the side, the one-eyed man was stunned at first, then he looked at the confused Baizhu in the crowd, and understood instantly.
He laughed and raised the horn cup next to him to greet Baizhu. The crowd cheered and dispersed, leaving an open space for Baizhu that was not spacious but had done its best.
"Noble knight, last summer, you killed the evil dragon Parsh with a magic gun and performed a rare dragon blood baptism! Bards throughout the river valley are singing the praises of your dragon slaying chapter."
The young man said happily: "Knight, are you from Ayr?"
