Yuanshin: Ten Tragic Characters at the Beginning

"In the second step, Awen wrote the Psalm of Freedom, and the veteran of the Lucas tribe passed the Psalm to the saints of the Westwind Church, and let everyone know it quickly."

"The third step is also the most important step. Captain Rops has instigated the members of his team. When the signal sounds, they will open the cage and shackles, and let the heroic gladiator slaves angrily tear everything apart from the inside! "

Amos was slightly surprised. It had to be said that Gunnhild planned this step in detail.

From the looks of it now, I am afraid that everything has been completed, and the last signal is missing.

When the signal sounds, how many people will raise the banner of resistance?

Amos couldn't imagine that it must be a terrifying statistic. Even if many nobles cultivated tens of thousands of knights, it would be impossible to resist.

Moreover, can their knights guarantee that none of them will rebel against their masters?

"Miss Amos, you are very powerful. We need your help. Nobles, we have no fear. What worries us most is the tyrant."

"You know him well, and maybe you can help us defeat the tyrant and usher in our freedom."

It has to be said that Amos was moved. This is not only an opportunity for her to avenge, but also an opportunity to awaken the king.

"I am willing to join you, but there is one condition, Wells, that must be handled by me!"

"Yes, Miss Amos, you are welcome to join."

Gurnhild smiled, adding one more Amos, the strength of the rebels has increased by one point.

"This is our final signal. Once you hear the continuation of this psalm, it means the beginning of the final battle!"

Wen, a young man in green, handed a piece of paper to Amos, which was written in the first half of it.It was the one she had heard before.

"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. "

However, the second half is the continuation of that psalm, the final signal that has not yet been eulogized!

"Save the sharp iron for a battle worth dying for.

Leave the gallows to the thief, and sharpen the rusty arrows.

Save it until the sound of the pine sound, and shoot down that beast in clothes! "

Chapter 70 This night, doomed to sleepless

When night came, no one in the city of towers could sleep.

Neither civilians, nobles, slave owners, nor prisoners in shackles in a cage can fall asleep.

In a courtyard, dozens of saints gathered, led by their leader Lucas.

Although Lucas was old, his eyes were piercing. Since he rebelled against the clan when he was young, he finally saw the hope of freedom in his lifetime.

"Children, this is the freedom we have waited for decades. We hope to pass it on to you from your fathers. Now, pass on this freedom."

Lucas took out the paper and began to read the second half of the Defiant Psalm.

"...When the zither sounds, step down that noble castle!"

"Cough cough..."

After reading, Lucas looked at the saints in front of him and asked, "Children, do you remember?"

"remember!"

Lucas nodded with satisfaction: "Very well, you pass this on to your companions in various regions, and then wait for the opportunity. Once you hear the signal of an uprising, pass on this slogan loudly."

"Yes, Mr. Zong, don't worry, we have been waiting for this day for too long, and we can't wait to send those beasts to the gallows!"

.........

In the dark and damp huge bunker, hundreds of gladiator slaves were imprisoned in dozens of cages.

Although these gladiator slaves were put on shackles, the fighting spirit in their eyes could not be wiped out.

The cages lock their bodies, but they cannot lock their hearts. Once given the chance, the endless anger in their hearts will swallow all obstacles.

Each cage is equipped with two fully armed guards. In the entire bunker, there are hundreds of guards alone!

This is enough to show that the nobles and slave owners attach great importance to them. After all, everyone here was once a warrior who dared to resist.

In front of the largest cage, the red-haired knight captain, Ropus Legenfind, was communicating in a low voice with a knight wearing a heavy knight uniform beside him.

If you look closely, you can see that this knight in heavy knight clothes has a very delicate face with his head slightly lowered. He doesn't look like a knight who has been guarding a dark bunker all day.

She is none other than Gunnhild!

With the help of Rops, Gurnhild disguised himself as a new knight and followed Rops.

"There are 36 knights guarding here, of which 36 are ours. I will separate them and place them among them. We only need to deal with [-] knights."

Rops said softly, keeping his voice low, afraid that others would hear him.

"It's only 36 people. If we can't even deal with these knights, what do we have to fight against the tyrant?"

Gurnhilde is very confident. She lives in the snow. After her father died, she has been practicing swordsmanship hard, so that one day she can come back to overthrow the nobles and tyrants.

In addition, there is a ray of wind elf's guardian power in her body, although it is very weak, it is enough to deal with ordinary people!

"You're quite confident, don't worry, guarding the cage is a hard job, they are all recruits, the only thing we need to pay attention to is the other captain."

"Are you sure about dealing with him?"

"It's not a big problem. If it's a sneak attack, it's [-] percent, and I'm [-] percent."

.........

In the territory of the great nobles, the great noble Wells, together with a group of minor nobles and slave owners, sat in a magnificent hall.

The precious candles that ordinary people yearn for are burning here, illuminating the hall transparently.

The few minor nobles were still a little worried, and couldn't help but look at the great nobleman Wells who was sitting on the main seat.

They are grasshoppers on a rope, either die together or live together, there is no choice.

"Head of Wells, if you completely offended that Amos, aren't you afraid that the king will blame you?"

There was a sneer in Wells' eyes: "She has got hold of us, so she must die. If she doesn't die, we can't feel at ease."

"But, she has some divine power, can our knights resist it?"

"Don't worry, I have transferred all the knights here. As long as she dares to come, she will definitely die. As for the king, I will make up a story that she was killed to suppress the riot."

Wells' eyes were cold, and he would never allow Amos to exist.

When Wells said this, the other nobles could only shake their heads helplessly and waited.

The thing has been done, and it is useless to say anything now.

Anyway, Wells is in charge of everything, and it is not their turn to blame the king.

Until late at night, there was still no movement outside the nobleman's castle, which made Wells feel uneasy.

"Strange, with her character, if she knows that I killed her whole family, it is impossible to remain rational..."

Wells turned his head, looked at a knight beside him, and asked, "Are you sure you saw Amos returning to the tribe?"

"Returning to the Lord, this subordinate is very sure. I saw with my own eyes that she came down from the tower and walked towards the Lawrence tribe."

Wells calmed down a little: "What am I worried about, we have thousands of elite knights, and she is just one person."

.........

Under the night, Wen, a young man in green, was sitting on a high platform, gently stroking the xylophone in his hand.

Beside him, Wind Fairy Wendy seemed to be more spiritual, with a light of wisdom shining in her small eyes.

"As long as the towers are torn down and the walls of the wind are torn apart, you will no longer be oppressed and exploited, so as to realize true freedom."

The boy's eyes are stubborn and his pupils are bright. He knows that as long as he plays the xylophone now, history will change from then on.

"Wendy, tell me..." The boy lowered his head, looked at the wind elf with a smile, and gently held the little hand transformed by the wind elf.

"Tell me, Asuka, what does it look like?"

"How much I want to see the birds soaring!"

Wendy raised her head, seeing the light in the boy's eyes, her young heart was touched very much.

The young man lives in a country ruled by a tyrant, knows how to play the piano, and finds his own poems, but he was born inside the wind wall and has never seen the blue sky.

"Wait for me, I'll be right back."

Wendy, the wind spirit, floated away. She wanted to find the flying bird, even if it was just a feather, and wanted the boy to see what a real flying bird looks like.

"Come back soon, friend."

The boy didn't know what the wind elf was going to do, he just watched the wind elf disappear from sight with a smile.

.........

In the night, next to the Lawrence tribe, Amos stood in front of a dozen new tombstones, silent.

.........

On the top of the tower, in the empty hall, the king with his eyes closed opened his eyes and scanned the hall.

The hall was very quiet, so quiet that he seemed to be the only one in the world. He scanned the entire hall, but the king didn't see that familiar figure.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, the king suddenly felt a little empty in his heart, as if something was lost.

After a while, he closed his eyes again, and the hall fell into dead silence again.

Chapter 71

When the light of dawn slowly rose, people who hadn't slept all night raised their heads one after another.

On the high platform, Wen, a young man in green, watched the wind spirit come back. He stood up and plucked the strings.

"Wendy, you are back, come, spread the sound of my piano to every place in the city."

Wendy put a small hand in her arms, and she was about to surprise the boy when she heard the boy's call.

Immediately, the boy closed his eyes, and gently touched the strings with his slender fingers. The next moment, the melodious and intense sound of the piano sounded.

The sound of the piano is not as desolate and low as in the past, but with a light and passionate melody, showing a picture of freedom.

"If someone pulls out your tongue, you can still sing with your eyes.

If someone blinds your eyes, you can still see with your ears.

If anyone tries to tell the truth about the future, invite him to raise a glass together.

Even if tomorrow does not come, the singing at this moment will lead to eternity! "

Wendy could only put away the collected things and wait for the war to end before handing them over to the boy.

It came in front of the young man, mobilized the weak wind power, and used the wind to transmit the sound of the young man's piano to an incomparably far away place.

In claustrophobic cellars, in dark alleys, in dilapidated taverns.

The singing penetrates the strong wind and the iron fist, weaving into the cocoon of the fighting hero.

On that day in the ancient past, in the silent capital surrounded by a circle.

With the sound of the piano, the shouting finally broke through Gale's prison.

Countless civilians took out their sharpened iron tools and rushed to the noble's territory.

In the claustrophobic bunker, when the knight guarding the cage was wondering when the sound of the zither came, the knight beside him thrust his sword into his chest...

Gunnhild and Rops also moved, and they moved even more quickly, quickly killing all the loyal knights of the nobles.

Then they opened cage after cage, cut off the shackles of the prisoners, and handed them the armor and weapons they had just seized.

In the castle palace of the great nobleman, Wells and others also heard the sound of the piano, wondering why the sound of the piano suddenly sounded, and it was so far away that there was a noisy sound outside.

A knight ran in in a panic, knelt on the ground, and said tremblingly: "Master, the crowd is rioting!"

Wells frowned, looking very dissatisfied: "Are you all idiots? Thousands of knights, just a mere crowd riot, just suppress it forcefully."

The knight swallowed, cold sweat dripping from his forehead: "My lord, there are too many people rioting, I'm afraid the whole city is rioting."

"what!"

Wells and several nobles stood up instantly, with incredible expressions on their expressions.