Yuanshin: Ten Tragic Characters at the Beginning

Chapter 68 The Psalms of Freedom

Outside, a group of people twitched their mouths and began to doubt the IQ of the lonely king of the tower.

"Western Wind Knight Vichy: This is the same as catching a person and asking him if he wants to rebel. Even if he wants to, do he dare to say it?"

"Xiao Gong: Do you have the eyes of God? If you do, please hand over the eyes of God!"

"Shogun Xunyi: Is this the IQ of the Demon God? I don't think I have a higher IQ than a reckless man like me."

"Wandering Samurai: Let me try the knife, let me down! One Wells to understand."

"Bennett: Probably this is the distance between God and man. For God, there are only what you want to say and what you don't want to say, and there are no lies."

"Liyue Passerby A: The upper-class people don't understand the sorrow of the lower-class people, so they ask in surprise why they are starving to death and refuse to eat meat?"

"Beidou: My sister can't take it anymore, hurry up and give this Wells a hard lesson!"

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After Wells left, the hall fell into silence again. King Gale had closed his eyes and ignored the outside world.

Amos didn't know how she left the tower. The king's behavior disappointed her. She no longer lived for him, and she would truly be herself.

Leaving the aristocratic territory and walking in the streets and alleys, she in her white dress is like an angel, and she looks so out of place with the common people here.

Everyone who saw her couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to look directly at this angelic and beautiful girl.

It's been a long time since she stepped into a civilian area, but this time she felt sad.

The same people, living under the same wind wall, are the subjects of the king, why is there such a big gap?

If she hadn't been rescued by the king, would the Lawrence family have already disappeared into history?

She was walking for an unknown amount of time when she suddenly stopped and listened to the singing of a group of children.

"Fly, fly, just like a bird, see the world for me, fly to the sky for me..."

There was a gleam in Amos' eyes, and he immediately noticed that something was wrong.

You must know that in the city of Mond, apart from the poems that praise the king and the clan, no other poems are allowed.

Not to mention such a free poem, it will definitely be banned!

She was about to ask who wrote these children's poems, but there were more people who were reciting this poem.

"Fly, fly..."

Someone's preparing...rebellion?

This was Amos' first intuition, but the next moment, she suddenly laughed at herself.

That's right, she is no longer what she used to be. Does this matter have anything to do with me?

She only wants her tribe members and younger brother to live in peace.

Ability is limited, do not expect anything else, nothing more.

"Throw the dented iron coin to the singer and poet from afar, and present the bouquet to the maiden.

Dedicate the tearful bitter wine to the irreversible yesterday, and dedicate the singing to the future. "

Not long after walking, Amos heard someone singing such a psalm again, this time it was no longer a child, but a group of adults.

"Singer and Poet...Maiden...."

In Amos's mind, for some reason, he suddenly thought of the figure of the boy in green and Gunnhild.

Could it be they did this thing?

Some details that she had neglected gradually surfaced in her mind.

The people of the Gurnhild tribe are not at all like the refugees who suffered from the wind and snow. Every member of the tribe is very strong and strong, as if the wind and snow can't affect them.

It seems that things have gradually changed since they entered the city.

The North Wind King Wolf appeared and fought against the king, allowing the king to retreat and ignore world affairs.

Afterwards, these two poems of extraordinary significance suddenly appeared in the city. Amos did not believe that there was no continuity behind them.

In a country where poetry and music go with the wind, people have optimistic and sensitive souls, and lonely kings and clans will prohibit some chords and tunes,

Because sensitive people can feel the signal of rebellion in the music of poets and singers.

Her duty told her to report this matter to the king, but the king's attitude and Wells' face just now forced her to change her mind.

Maybe, the king will wake up after a big chaos, right?

She didn't know anything about this matter, and she didn't hear anything.

Thinking of this, Amos stopped thinking so much and walked in the direction of Lawrence's tribe.

I haven't been home for a long time, brother should also miss her, right?

When he was about to approach the position of Lawrence's tribe, Amos stopped suddenly, and smelled some blood on the tip of his nose.

Her expression changed slightly, and she had a bad premonition in her heart. She hurriedly speeded up and ran towards the tribe.

"Wells, I hope you don't go too far!"

When he came to the territory of the Lawrence tribe, Amos looked extremely pale, his figure was crumbling, and his beautiful eyes were bloodshot when he saw the scene in front of him.

In the yard ahead, more than a dozen people were lying in a pool of blood, with expressions of fear or anger, unwilling to close their eyes.

Amos knew all of these people, they were her uncles and aunts, they were the last members of the Lawrence tribe!

The smell of blood at the scene was very strong, but the blood hadn't solidified yet. From the looks of it, the time was just now!

"Wells, how dare you!"

The girl gritted her teeth. Who else could it be besides Wells?Who else?

The king had clearly warned him, but he still did this. Did he want to rebel?

"Wait, brother is not here."

Amos found something again. He didn't see his dearest brother among the pile of corpses, and there was hope again in his eyes.

If her brother is gone, she can't imagine what crazy things she will do next.

"Miss Amos, are you back?"

"Sorry, we don't have the ability to stop it, please forgive me."

Some weak voices came from behind him, Amos turned around, and saw Wen, the young man in green who liked to play the piano.

Although the young man's face was a little pale, his eyes were very clear, shining with the light of yearning for freedom.

At the same time, Amos also noticed that Wen was talking about us, that is to say, is there anyone else?

"Wen, what happened here?"

Amos tried his best to suppress his anger, for fear of scaring the thin boy in front of him.

"Come with me, someone is waiting for you."

Wen sighed softly, turned around and walked in one direction, Amos was silent for a moment, and followed.

Things have come to this point, Wen in front of him seems to know something, why not follow up to see.

As for the blood debt of the Lawrence tribe, she will definitely make the other party pay the price!

Chapter 69 Resisting the Alliance of the Nobles and the Lone King

In one room, Amos hugged his younger brother Amo, comforting his crying brother.

Who would have thought that those nobles would extend their hands to the Lawrence tribe.

Amos is the messenger of God, how dare they!

In the yard, the two and one elf were silent, and it was Gurnhilde, Wen, the young man in green, and Wendy, the wind elf.

After a while, the door of the room opened, and Amos, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, came out.

"Amo is already asleep, thank you for saving him."

Amos bowed to the two of them. This was the first time she bowed to someone other than the king after she became an envoy of God.

"We didn't do anything. Amo is a very sensible child. If he hadn't come to me today to listen to my piano, I'm afraid he would have escaped." Wen sighed softly.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Amos asked in a cold voice, anyone could see the anger in her eyes, the bow and arrow behind her were faintly shining, and even the air around her became colder.

Amos has no elemental power, but the material of her bow and arrow comes from the fur of the North Wind King Wolf, which is the king's trophy and contains the power of ice and snow. (fake)

Wen told the story of what happened. Dozens of knights in full armor killed everyone in the entire Lawrence tribe, leaving no one alive.

"Dozens of knights in silver armor...he was right."

Amos clenched his fists tightly. He was able to mobilize dozens of knights so easily. Apart from the nobleman Wells, there was probably no other person!

"Please help me take care of me, Amo, thank you."

Amos saluted the two of them again, then turned around and left with a killing intent on his body.

"Wait a minute, where are you going?"

Gunnhild quickly stopped Amos.

"kill!"

Amos said in a hateful tone, wishing he could shoot Wells right now.

"Don't be impulsive. If he dares to do this, he must be prepared. If you go there now, you may face thousands of troops. No matter how strong you are personally, you are still a body of flesh and blood."

Gunnhild persuaded: "Calm down first, the matter has reached this point, why don't we join forces and completely eradicate these nobles?"

"Joint together? How to join forces? Just rely on us?"

Amos shook his head. Gurnhild was right. There must be countless knights waiting for her among the nobles. It seems that Wells has made up his mind to get rid of him.

But, if she didn't go, she really couldn't swallow the bad breath.

But when it comes to teaming up, just a few of them are probably far from enough, right?

"No, it's not just us, there are more people. Our power is far more than that. It will be a force that can shake the position of God."

Gunnhild said, she clapped her hands, and there were footsteps in the darkness, and two figures appeared again.

There were two people, one was an old man, he was wearing a shabby church gown, although he was old, his eyes were piercing.

The other person was a red-haired knight with a big sword on his back. He was so powerful that Amos felt a sense of danger.

"Are you... Senior Lucas? And this one?"

Lucas, speaking of this old saint, an elder of the Westwind Church.

It started more than 300 years ago, when the city of high towers was first established, and people who believed in gods formed the clan.

In the later period, the nobles were corrupt and the clan was corrupt. The saints who did not want to join forces split from the clan and formed the new West Wind Church.

Lucas is their leader.

They no longer believe in the Lone King, but in the unborn God of Wind.

On weekdays, the saints of the West Wind Church hide among the common people. If something happens to them, they will unite extremely quickly.

These saints without the name of the clergy, they walked in the cellar streets and outside the high walls, passed the poems of freedom to everyone.

"I am Ropes Legenfind, the captain of a little knight guarding the prison. Of course, I am not on the side of the nobles, but on the side of freedom just like you."

The red-haired young man introduced himself, which surprised Amos slightly.

It is rare that there is still a knight who is willing to rebel against their master.

"Miss Amos, do you think our current strength is enough?"

After the elders of the West Wind Church and the red-haired knight came out, Gurnhild said, his expression full of confidence.

"What's your plan?"

After being silent for a while, Amos asked, she did not expect so many people in the city to unite now.

"Our plan is divided into three steps. The first step is to ask the king wolf to take action, causing the tyrant to suffer a certain degree of damage. In the end, there is no spare power to control us."