"Messiah Monarch, my previous offense" Youke couldn't help but speak again, offending the power of a monarch. In this era of potions, the monarch is supreme, and the lives of civilians are like ants, which is very dangerous.
"It doesn't matter." Xu Zhi spoke again, and then continued to talk about the history of Sumerian civilization.
In the bar, he had a rare interest in being a troubadour. He calmly told everyone about the history of this world. He was not a violent person. If he offended him, he would step on him and slap him in the face like crazy.
It is normal for this powerful quasi-emperor to suddenly become suspicious. He wants to eliminate the ghosts and monsters spreading rumors. Only a disgusting strong man would ignore it.
He provoked himself just for the sake of the stability of the human kingdom, and it was not intentional, so why should he seek revenge?
Regarding this point, he is still very reasonable, as he said, having a salty fish heart is the appropriate mentality.
"Thank you, Emperor."
Youke took a deep breath, his face filled with guilt. He knew that he had offended a great monarch and that he was lucky to be alive. He took a step back and disappeared into the crowd of people in the bar. As an ordinary bar guest, he began to listen to the story of the troubadour.
The people around him looked surprised and scared. Such a quasi-emperor, a legendary powerhouse, could easily destroy several surrounding cities.
They quickly wanted to give up a position, but Youke waved his hand. In front of an ancient monarch, he was no different from these ordinary people. If he put on airs, it would make him even more ashamed.
"It is said that back then, God saw how sinful people were on earth and was determined to destroy the Sumerian civilization. He sent down a great flood to destroy all living things. The God of Creation felt the kindness of Enkidu, the king of the forest, and ordered Utana Pizim to build Noah's Ark.
, to escape the world-destroying flood.”
At this time, the young man with black hair and black eyes had a calm and lazy face, and his voice was still light.
If it were before, he would have concluded that this was a fake person who had no heart for being strong. After all, every epic emperor had been killed all the way, bathed in blood, and had gone through countless years. That kind of temperament cannot be concealed, and the authenticity can be seen through at a glance.
But at this time, this kind of light temperament, this young man with black hair and black eyes who is the storyteller in the bar, gave You Ke a feeling of becoming enigmatic, obscure and fierce, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with all living beings bowing down.
overbearing.
He is worthy of being the oldest and first-generation potion monarch, with such a reserved temperament!
Thinking of this, he shrunk further and further away from the guests in the bar. At this time, he felt that his quasi-emperor was no different from those ordinary guests. He was weak and pathetic, and would die in the years like them and become ordinary.
His pride was not diminished at all by the fact that he could hear one of the oldest monarchs recount the gaps in Sumerian mythology and history two thousand years ago.
What a supreme honor.
Xu Zhi glanced at Youke, who was shrinking in the crowd.
Is this person shaking his head?
Why do you look so admired and want to kneel down and listen to my story?
Sure enough, the soil and water support the people, and under the leadership of Medusa, there are many such people.
He smiled, looked at the people around the bar, and said calmly: "That's it for today. Tomorrow we will talk about the first chapter of the Babylonian Tribal Era: The Three Witches."
On the third day, in a bar in Weir City, a young troubadour with black hair and black eyes was telling a story.
The ancient Messiah, the Great Emperor, was born to tell the ancient myth to the world. This news spread like a hurricane across the entire land of potions, the Empire of the Undead, the Orc Kingdom, and the Human Empire. Many people could not believe it.
That was the first generation of monarchs thousands of years ago!
"Do you know the past and present?"
"Could it be some strange encounter?"
“Incredible!”
"We have already talked about the era of the three witches. Medusa's teacher, Cirsi?"
"Who is this person? Even Medusa, the origin demon, the teacher of all demons, and the ancestor of witches, dares to amuse her!"
The whole world was in an uproar, and they sent people to verify it. Some powerful people even left the front lines of the tragic war between the two worlds and went there in person.
At this time, the entire Well City was already full of people, and the streets were empty. Many powerful people did not dare to crowd into the bar, and spontaneously used various means to spread sound, project images in the bar, and listen to them all over the city.
In the bar, no ordinary people dared to come in. They were some of the top quasi-emperors from the three kingdoms, rugged green-skinned orcs, human professionals, and skeleton necromancers wearing black cloaks.
In the bar, a bard with black hair and black eyes was telling stories, while an ordinary-looking woman next to him was serving drinks and dishes.
Silla was shivering from the cold while holding the plate!
"It's said that Medea in the ancient era of three witches started the wizarding era with the other two witches, but the witch Cirsi betrayed her." Xu Zhi stretched out his hand, and an ancient mural appeared in front of everyone.
"Could this be the legendary ancient mural "The Three Witches"!"
The surrounding sounds were horrifying.
That mural showed three women, stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood surrounding the woman's body, holding a torch together.
"In the end, time passed by, and the three witches fought for a lifetime, and finally fell into decline." Xu Zhi said lightly.
Sheila became more and more excited.
Oh My God!
What happened!?
She cautiously came to a skeleton mage.
She knew this man was the Necromancer Andre, a legendary thug who killed countless people and turned an entire city of 30,000 people into undead.
When I was studying, I had seen the horror stories that parents told their children to stop them from crying. I never expected to see the true form of this person in many human cities.
"You your food!!"
When she gets nervous, she becomes speechless and stammers.
"You're so cute, sweetheart, can I eat you?" Andre told an embarrassing joke.
She screamed crazily in her heart, Oh! Oh my God! This is not a joke! He might really eat me!
Sheila! You are a strong girl, give me some encouragement! He dare not eat me!
"Eat vegetables, don't eat me." Sheila said quickly.
"Thank you." The necromancer just smiled and turned to look at her. Black flames flashed in the eye sockets of the skull. He was very curious as to why he was an ordinary woman and spoke awkwardly.
This skeleton mage didn't eat, but he still put the dishes on the table politely.
"Mr. Orc Sword Master, your flesh!!!" She was so frightened that she lost consciousness.
This person is Bika, the commander of the orc imperial army. He is so tall that he actually sits on the table as a small bench! It is said that the terrifying existence has slaughtered more than a thousand strong human beings!
She walked up to a handsome man wearing golden armor, with little stars in her eyes. This is Youke! The dream lover of countless girls! The hero of justice!
"You, your wine!" She came over with a plate.
Don’t be a coward!
This is such an embarrassment to my Messianic uncle!
She quickly remembered how the man had a bruised nose and face, and a frightened look on his face, and she immediately calmed down a little.
She finally understood the meaning of what she said before.
There will be customers coming to their bar, and it depends on you whether you have the opportunity to practice cultivation or whether you can ask others to help you get revenge!
Keep up the good work, Sheila!
She waved her fist.
This ordinary girl stumbled and struggled to adapt when she was nervous.
