Yuanshin: Ten Tragic Characters at the Beginning

People in the whole city rioted, how is this possible?

Why haven't they received a single message?

Or is it the sound of the piano?

"It's not good, master!!"

Another knight ran over in a pissed off manner: "My lord is not good, the prison has been opened, and those prisoners have come to kill them!"

"Oh!"

Wells' face was ashen, and he was so angry that he couldn't even speak, and swept all the food on the table in front of him to the ground.

It's over, it's over!

Such a large-scale rebellion, even if it was suppressed in the end, the king would definitely question him afterwards.

"Amos? No, she doesn't have the ability. Who the hell! Who the hell! Send me an order to find the person playing the piano and hack him to death!"

.........

"kill!"

"Fight for freedom!"

"Overthrow the tyranny!"

Countless people rushed forward desperately, even if they fell in a pool of blood, the people behind would continue to make up.

On the other side, Gunnhild and Rops also rushed out with the prisoners.

The two of them are very strong. Gurnhild holds a one-handed sword and moves quickly. He flexibly avoids the rain of arrows and can kill a knight with one sword.

Rops is not bad either. With red hair, he is very dazzling in the crowd. Every time he swipes the big sword in his hand, he will scare the enemy. It is too powerful.

And the rest of the prisoners, who suffered a lot during the days of being locked up, are now like a mad lion, invincible all the way.

Amos also appeared. Her expression was cold, and the bow and arrow in her hand shone with dazzling light. Every arrow shot must see blood!

She shuttled over the battlefield, her gaze remained unchanged, and she walked towards the castle of Wells, and she would shoot and kill anyone who blocked her way.

Even the thickest knight armor can't stop her arrow!

However, this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that more than half of the guarding knights of the nobles have rebelled!

Most of these knights came from the common people, and they were arrested and trained when they were young.

Now, if someone resists, they will naturally no longer obey the orders of the nobles, but turn their guns and kill towards the castle of the nobles.

Rebellion is never achieved overnight, and there are too many bloodshed and sacrifices.

Ordinary civilians, who are hungry, have little strength, are ragged, and hold agricultural tools, how can they be opponents of fully armed knights?

Although many knights rebelled, there were also knights from the noble's own tribe who remained loyal to their patriarch. They were warriors from the noble's own tribe.

The archers shot out arrow after arrow, and countless civilians fell in a pool of blood, but they still couldn't stop their attack.

As the boy said, isn't the real sky, the poems and songs outside the cage, a wish worth fighting for?

They fell, but their descendants and clansmen can see the freedom they fought for with their lives, and they can see the blue sky, white clouds and birds beyond the wind wall...

Facing the cold-blooded and ruthless weapons on the battlefield, they have a fiery heart and an incomparably ardent desire - freedom!rushed forward.

When one person falls, ten people will rush up, and if ten people fall, there will be a hundred people behind!

The blood stained the earth, and the figures of the warriors marched forward, seeing death as their home. This shocking scene is engraved in history and in the hearts of all those who yearn for freedom!

When a knight cuts down one person, thousands of people will attack him. Even though he is wearing golden armor, he will not be angered by the enemies. Like wildfire, even the gold will be burned to ashes!

Even if someone falls, his wish will be picked up by others, no one will be forgotten, and because of this, no one will be afraid, no one will shrink back.

What awaits them ahead is the long-awaited victory of freedom!

Under such an offensive, the defense of the nobles collapsed across the board, and the end of the nobles finally came!

But this is when the defense line of the nobles collapsed, the sound of the piano that had been resounding through the battlefield, which was the horn of the warriors charging, suddenly stopped.

Chapter 72 The young man died, Canggu's oath of freedom

There was a movement in his ear, and the young man tilted his head, but saw the arrow of hatred escape the wind's surveillance, and the free elf didn't feel it.

Blood...tears...falling together...

On the battlefield where the battle was fierce, no one noticed that an arrow shot across a long distance and hit the boy on Gaotai.

And the knight who shot the arrow was overwhelmed by the crowd the next moment.

The sound of the zither stopped abruptly, and Wendy, the Wind Fairy, was watching the warriors who broke through the prison all the way to victory, when the sound of the zither stopped suddenly.

It turned around, the young man's pale face became even paler, and the light in his pupils gradually dimmed.

His chest was pierced by an arrow, and Juanjuan's blood gushed out from it.

"No!"

Wendy exclaimed, wanting to catch the boy's weak body...but now it is an invisible wind elf, passing through the boy's body in one go.

But there was another person hugging the boy, the red-haired knight Lops, but he was one step late.

Behind him, Gunnhild also ran over, and seeing this scene, sadness flooded into his heart like a tide.

The xylophone in the young man's hand...has broken one corner, the arrow just passed...not only the young man...but also the xylophone...and even the yearning for freedom. ..a dream that cannot be reached....

The boy's hand was still holding the xylophone tightly, and he stretched out his other hand, gently stroking the wind elf.

"Wen... Wendy, don't cry..."

The young man's pale face exuded the breath of death, and he forced a smile: "Freedom...what a luxury...you have to...someone sacrifice...to be able...to be free...isn't it ..."

The young man spoke intermittently, with nostalgia and relief in his eyes.

"Fly...fly..."

The young man's aura became weaker and weaker, his health was not very good, and he was injured by the arrow at this moment, and he had no strength to recover.

But he was smiling, looking at the sky, as if he saw the blue sky and birds beyond the wind wall.

That wish...is close at hand...but...he can't see it...

"Like a bird... soaring high into the sky...."

The young man's hand slowly slipped from the wind elf's face, and the other hand holding the xylophone also fell slowly...and fell to the ground, but the hand never let go.

His dream was firmly grasped in his hands...but...there was no way to realize it.

"For me..well..look at...the...free...world..."

"do not want!"

Wendy, the wind spirit, cried, but couldn't make a sound, and there were no tears. The only boy who could hear her voice had closed her eyes forever.

The wind elf took out something from his bosom and put it in the boy's hand.

Those were the feathers of the falcons it had collected. Last night the boy said that he wanted to see the appearance of the birds, so the Wind Spirit left to find the feathers of the birds.

It's just....until the end....the boy couldn't see...

On the other side, Amos entered the noble hall alone, with an extremely indifferent expression, and the tragic death of his tribe reverberated in his mind.

He raised his hand, bowed his bow, and set his arrows in one go. He shot dozens of arrows in a row, and there were bursts of screams in the hall.

She didn't kill these nobles and nobles immediately, but nailed their hands to the wall, waiting for the trial of the crowd.

Killing them with one arrow is actually cheaper for them!

Wells' eyes were blank for a moment, he lost, he lost, and he lost so thoroughly.

All this is because of Amos!

Wells stared at Amos with eyes wide open, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, do you think you can change the facts by killing us?"

"The king is still alive, you will never succeed. The king hates people who betray him the most. The power of the gods is not something you mortals can fight against, hahahahahaha!"

Amos remained indifferent, and took another arrow, piercing his other hand.

"Ah! Amos, you will be punished by the king!"

.........

The death of the young man made countless people in the outside world bewildered?Since, Xiao * said & group [9! 8; 0, 2> 0, 58-5/6 stay, stay.

"West Wind Knight Vichi: What's going on, shouldn't he become the wind god? Why..."

"Liyue passer-by: Is there a possibility that your bard Wendy is not only the wind elf, but also the god of wind?"

"Drunkard Victor: I don't believe it. A few days ago, I saw that guy Wendy performing arts in exchange for drinking. If it is the God of Wind..."

"Paddy Wife Passerby B: God of Wind, please fool me!"

"Barbara: You'd better not talk nonsense, Lord Barbatos will forgive you."

"Ke Li: Ke Li heard that Lord Fengshen can drink up the Fruit Wine Lake at once."

"Qianyan Army Feng Yan: Fighting for freedom one after another, using their bodies to block the rain of arrows, they are truly a group of respectable warriors."

"Kamisato Ayaka: However, we already know the power of the demon god. According to legend, the demon god of Gale, Dekarapian, is extremely powerful. I am afraid that it cannot be compared with ordinary demon gods. Although the human body defeated the nobles, how can it Against the demon god?"

"Western Wind Knight Shuka: We don't know either, but we only know that it is mentioned in the records that the one who breaks through the prison wins all the way, causing the gods to collapse, thousands of winds to turmoil, and the kingdoms to shake, witnessing the death of the tyrant in the smoke , in the ashes to see the tower fall."

"Bennett: I always have a hunch that some of them will die...Forget it, I'm not going to predict..."

.......

Outside the wind wall, a huge figure appeared, the king wolf of the north wind, watching the human beings fighting for freedom inside the wind wall.

Amos came back with a bow and arrow on his back. After seeing the boy dead, he also fell into silence.

But at this moment, they couldn't help staying too much, and the tyrant was still there, so their battle was not over yet.

Amos Lawrence, Wendy the Wind Elf, the red-haired knight Ropus Legenfind, and the brave female warrior Gunnhild stood beside the young man, looking at the tower in front of him.

Soon, they will face a god, the pressure can be imagined.

They stood before spiers that pointed like spears into space and cast shadows like Golems.

Swear the oath of freedom, and make the ultimate ambition to smash the lonely king on the tower.

And the sick and weak who couldn't climb the steeple sang the chorus that they could only hum in a low voice to the windless corner on weekdays.

The song of toast and practice, with the momentum of shaking the city wall, tends to make the brave who raise the flag to climb...

"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.

But if anyone dares to take away your freedom to sing and watch

——Then, it will never be forgiven! "

ps: It has been added for nine consecutive days, and today it will be recommended on the platform. It is the only opportunity for platform recommendation. How far this book can go depends on these few days. It still needs reminders and praise from readers~

Chapter 73 Three Questions from the Gale King

The tower is very high, but it can't stop the determination of the warriors to climb.

Amos was at the forefront, and she had walked the winding road to the top of the tower countless times.

But this time the mood of leaving is completely different from before. Her identity is no longer an envoy of God, but an enemy of the former king.

King Gale once gave her a second life, but now she wants to raise her bow and arrows to the king.

Behind her is the red-haired swordsman Rops, and after that, Gunnhild, a brave female knight returning from wandering.

Finally, it was the wind elf. Every few steps everyone took, the wind elf would stop and turn around, looking at the high platform behind.

On the high platform, Wen Ban, a young man playing the piano, was lying on the side, the xylophone and flowers were placed on his chest, and the position he was looking at was the top of the tower!

He couldn't see it himself, but the wind elves inherited his desire for freedom and wanted to collapse this tower!

The remnant party of the nobles is still making the final resistance, but it is only a matter of time before the entire army is wiped out, and the power of the angry crowd is endless.

More people began to put their hands together, and some even knelt on the ground, sending blessings and prayers to the warriors who were walking towards the top of the tower.

This is a battle where people dared to resist the gods, and it is destined to shake the nations. Even if they fail, they will be remembered by history.