Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

"Live ordinary, die great, pay tribute to the retrogrades of the Kjerag crowd!"

On a shelf next to the blackboard newspaper, there was a genuine "Snow Mirror Tabloid" newspaper. Aktos took one and unfolded it. The content of the headline was the same as that of the blackboard, but there was an extra photo:

The snowy forest is cold and cold, the white snow is black and the mountain is black. Groups of Lubo people in foreign combat uniforms are carrying three wrapped bones out of the snowy forest through the wind and snow.

Because they walked in time, the remains and some players were not accidentally injured by the thick and elegant "combination skills".

Four, arranged by Zhang Zhiqing, captured a few photos of the players while they were doing the task, and finally chose the most suitable one, and sent it to today's newspaper.

Aktos turned to the second page of the newspaper, and a new photo appeared in front of him,

It was the image of blacksmith Joseph Lee, a frozen corpse half buried in the snow of a ruined house,

The dislocated leg bones, the exposed arm bones, the hammer left behind, and the shriveled eyes that were closed but with half a gap left seem to be shining, telling the last will of the soul, the last love for the hometown.

The ultra-high-definition color image shows the last appearance of the three heroes in the world.

The hunter with a broken arm, Feng, held a rusty Kjerag hunting knife until his bones were shattered. The warlock Karan Uzi used his body as a bait to perform Originium skills, leading the swarm of insects into the deep and dark underground.

Using sporadic historical clues, oral rumors from Jiadao's hearsay, and the processing and fabrication of the Montenegro Literature Society, the lives of the three heroes are on paper.

How does the honest blacksmith Joseph forge, and what are the characteristics of his work?How many have been handed down so far?

How did Hunter Feng become a hunter?The tenacity of the snow hunter also includes the feat of hiding the snow for the hunter-tooth beast for three days.

Leaving the splendor of the holy city and saying goodbye to gourmet food and desserts, Sakota Warlock Karan Uzi’s pursuit of the truth, his charitable deeds, and his Originium skills.

Written by Nao Nao, the lives of the three heroes converge from three lines to one point under the disaster. Needle flea pests, and finally the warlock Karan Uzi used his body as the medium for the spell, bursting out with a dazzling luster that made the swarm instinctively approach...

Newspaper headlines say whether they are long or not, and whether they are too many.

But Aktos still watched unconsciously for a long, long time...

It is not uncommon for him to hear such rumors about the Kjerag plague and the swarm of needle fleas attacking the village, but...

"..."

Aktos couldn't believe it, put down the newspaper and looked at the holy mountain,

After standing still for a long time, the fluctuating heart did not calm down.

He has seen the name Joseph Lee before,

This name can be vaguely seen on the blade of the logging ax left by his ancestors.

The ax is very useful, it has been in good condition since it was left in Zubei, no rust, no cracks.

But Aktos never thought that there is such a heroic story hidden behind such a common item in life?

A hundred years have changed, and the rewards of that year have been spread in the form of rumors, but they are still gradually blurred by the years.

The name of Kjerag's hero has never been passed down on Terra. In other words, those ordinary heroes, who have only been enlightened for ten years, will often be forgotten by the world.

"When I was in Iberia, I used to go to an old library, go to the shelves there, and borrow some books."

"Regarding the records of heroes, the Iberians are actually very generous, but the bookshelves are full, and the protagonists and heroes recorded in them are either of extraordinary blood, or born rich and talented, or are the chosen sons with the marks of gods. .”

"But this has nothing to do with Kjerag, and the majority of Terra, it has nothing to do with it."

Li Boli, with his face wrapped in bandages, was in the dark, facing the light.

"Heroes represent honor, self-confidence, courage, and the side that the general public yearns for the most."

There is no shortage of heroes who fight for the country and the people in all the countries on the earth. From their lofty perspective, the weak Kjerag is not a hero.Even Kjerag himself may not be able to enter the eyes of the nations on earth,

Perhaps, Yinhui, who opened up the snowy land and held power in one hand, is considered a hero in Kjerag, and the people who have been favored will respectfully call him "Master".

But what about outsiders?

It was nothing more than a rampant political play in a small area. How Kjerag changed had nothing to do with them. At a critical moment, even the dignity of the country might not be complete, let alone a so-called hero.

Kjerag deserves no dignity,

Kjerag has no heroes,

"The residents of Xueyu are simple, but people need to live. This is something that has been forgotten, just help them bring it up again."

Four and Zhang Zhiqing plus the Montenegro Literature Society triple checks, as well as historical facts as evidence, the fabricated moving stories, whether it is a warlock who casts a spell and ignites himself, or a hunter with one arm and one man against the crowd, all make Aktos's heart straight. The person was deeply moved.

A certain head of the Perroche family finally couldn't stand it any longer, stuffed back the newspaper, his eyes were red, and walked away from the Montenegro factory under the surprised eyes of passers-by.

"Your proposal is very successful and novel."

Standing on the side behind him, Yin Hui and Zhang Zhiqing watched a certain Ursus "tough man cry".

"It's just that I'm a little confused, why did you come up with such a proposal?"

"It's nothing special, it's purely from Kjerag's perspective."

The first issue of "Snow Tabloid" is free to watch,

The effect was very good. Many snow-covered residents who passed by the Montenegro factory and picked up a newspaper to read, walked well at first, but as a result, they walked slower and slower, and finally stopped altogether, wet in surprise and amazement. nose.

but,

There are not many people in Kjerag who are really literate and can read newspapers... If you really want to rely on writing, it will be a bit painful.

"So, Mr. Silver Grey."

"It's time to do the second step I said."

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[-]nd night post

Volume 75 Kjerag: Chapter [-] Silver Ash's Unfounded Worry

Language is the best tool, the most direct identification and expression of a collective and a culture.

Compared with the invisible and intangible honor of the nobles, the language that lingers around everyone all the time is more dangerous, just like the remnants of the Chu army who were defeated by the country songs on all sides at the end of the war between Chu and Han in ancient China.

Human beings' recognition and empathy for language go far beyond words.

So how to promote their own things in areas with a high illiteracy rate, the old-timers in the modern era of China did a good job.

"Remember what you mentioned to me at the beginning? Kjerag needs more publicity, so I told you that we can make a movie."

"But what I said at that time was not comprehensive. There are actually many ways to promote Kjerag's own story, including but not limited to drama, drama, storytelling..."

Yinhui recalled a few minutes ago,

Li Boli, who came from a foreign country, "points fingers" at his hometown.

"We can install signal towers on the street and broadcast in timed operation. Then write the life of a certain hero and explain it in episodes of radio dramas."

There are not many entertainment items in Kjerag, and it can even be said to be very barren.

The big guys either eat or work because it's too cold in winter and no one wants to risk turning into a lump of ice outside.

"Kjerag's cold season is approaching,"

"I'm always idle at home. If you put a radio that can play stories all the time at this time, the content in the story is the hometown under your feet. The feeling...you can imagine."

How did the story work?One must be down-to-earth, and the other must be a sense of substitution.

The old site of the protagonist’s house in the story may be next door to yours, and your farm tools may be the work of one of the protagonists, what sense of substitution?Instant full!

"master."

The courier appeared respectfully from the corner of the field of vision, interrupting the repeated chewing of a certain Li Boli's words.

"It's all done... Tomorrow, Manzhuyuan and the Holy Lady will preside over the burial ceremony."

"okay, I get it."

The figure passed by, the courier straightened his head and followed the silver-gray figure,

The two divided into front and back, walked away from the bustle of Snow Town, and went straight to the mansion of Shiva Ash's family.

The two of them were eerily quiet throughout the journey,

Until the messenger took the initiative to speak,

"…………master,"

"Is there anything else to report?"

"No, sir...it's just that you seem to have something on your mind..."

"..."

The cane rests for a few seconds,

The eagle-eyed man stares into the empty distance,

The sky was clean, and on the top of the snow-capped mountains, the sun hung high as usual, with a powerful luster, and there was absolutely no possibility of warming up.

Everything was going according to his Yinhui's own plan.

Montenegro did not play tricks, Kjerag did not resist making things difficult,

It seems that everything is going in a good direction,

But why... I still feel that something is wrong...?

With the keenness accumulated through experience, it may not be easy to tell Yin Hui what happened. No matter Heishan or "Boss Zhang", behind them, where Yin Hui can't see, there must be deliberately concealing from Kjerag.

Thinking from the perspective of Kjerag people

Being able to put forward this kind of opinion that is beneficial to Kjerag in the long run in light of reality, Yin Hui does not believe that Zhang Zhiqing is a pure businessman.

At least, in Kjerag,

However, conflicts arise again. The Black Mountain Company under the jurisdiction of Zhang Zhiqing can completely rely on Sargon to trigger a chain reaction and continue to make money by selling arms.

Why bother to go to the founder to play in person, and come to Kjerag, who has nothing to do, to help with the construction?

silvery silence,

A series of electric currents flashed through my brain quickly, and the silence turned into restlessness.

He looked again,

The sky is still blue with no signs of changing,

The wind is still the wind, the snow is still the snow, the status of the three major families has not been threatened, and the pious religion has not been desecrated.

But Yinhui still felt that...the bright holy mountain in the distance,

It seems that something invisible has been born...

Out of everyone's sight, proliferate and squirm.

……

……

……

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"About a hundred years ago, at the other end of the distant land, an angel Sakota, who questioned and wavered in the sacred belief, left the paradise full of sweets, and started a solo journey with a guardian gun and a holy book. A slow journey alone."

"Then, why did you leave? Because the salvation in faith cannot benefit the people, and the understanding of empathy cannot cover everything."

"Because the people we care about are still suffering, and noble morals cannot be tolerated."

The world is never created out of nothing,

Noble people have existed since ancient times, just like Thomas Münzer in Germany and Charles Fourier in France.

Just like the inscription on the sword grid: This is not a cross, nor a crown.

There is no way in the world,

Countless idealists have paved the way in retrograde, and it has become the road.

In a specially vacant factory building, the Hong Haisi officer was explaining the contents of the newspaper to the soldiers below.

On the same day that the first "Snow Tabloid" was published, all Montenegrin guards were organized for a temporary "study exchange meeting".

"Young monks know that if they don't do something, more people will die."

"In the slow journey, she has been looking for this answer,"