That's not a game

[The first goal of the third stage - the progress of defeating Dekarabian is +10%, and it is now 20%. 】

Perhaps that Die Calabian is the storm in "Petrel", and a mere petrel can't really overcome the storm.

But Lin Xiaoge understood that he was not the only petrel here.

Here, there are countless petrels who dare to shout out to the storm—"Let the storm come more violently!"

"Stupid penguin timidly hides his fat body under the cliff."

"Only the proud petrel, bravely and freely, flies over the foaming sea!"

Lin Xiaoge played the accompaniment, while the people were still singing.

While playing the organ in his hand, Lin Xiaoge raised his head and looked at the tower in the distance. He wanted the lonely king in the tower to see all this.

Look, lonely king, your people have dared to become petrels who bravely face the storm without flinching!

Isn't that what you want to see? !

They are already what you want them to be!

They are already brave enough!

[The progress of defeating Dekabian is +10%, now it is 30%. 】

"The clouds grow darker and lower, and press down on the sea, while the waves sing, and rush high into the air to meet the thunder!"

The people sang loudly, as if they had transformed into the petrels in the poem, for freedom, they dared to rebel against the tower!

"Thunder roared. The waves shouted in angry spray, contending with the strong wind. Behold, the strong wind hugged the layers of huge waves tightly, and threw them viciously on the cliffs, and smashed these large pieces of emerald into dust clouds and mince."

People's singing is so neat, and this poem brings their will together.

Their singing, with a strong penetrating power, seems to reach the sky.

"Petrels shouted and flew, like black lightning, arrows piercing through the dark clouds, and their wings picked up the spray of the waves."

Lin Xiaoge listened to the singing of the people and looked at the tall tower in the distance.

He could clearly feel that the singing voices of the people had already reached the tower.

He believed that a certain lonely king in that tower must have heard all this.

[The progress of defeating Dekabian is +10%, now it is 40%. 】

"Behold, it flies like a spirit—a proud, black spirit of the storm—and it laughs, and it howls again! It laughs at the clouds, and it howls with joy!"

"This sensitive elf - it has long heard sleepiness from the fury of the thunder, and it is convinced that the dark clouds can't cover the sun - yes, it can't cover the howling wind... the roar of thunder...!"

"The wind roars! The thunder roars!"

"Piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burn on the bottomless sea. The sea catches the flashes of lightning and extinguishes them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightnings, like fiery snakes, burn in the sea Swimming around and disappearing in a flash."

"The storm! The storm is coming!"

"This is the brave petrel, flying proudly over the roaring sea, amidst the lightning; this is the cry of the prophet of victory."

"Let the storm come harder!"

At this moment, the singing people seemed to have turned into petrels in the storm, shouting loudly to the storm.

"Let the storm come harder!"

This is Haiyan's challenge to the storm, and it is also the challenge of the people to the lonely king!

Lin Xiaoge understood this from the bottom of his heart.So, he stared at the tower and said slowly.

"Now, please accept our challenge, tyrant."

The tower, through the deep and dark layers of space, came to the top of the tower.

Here, there is an extremely beautiful sea of ​​flowers with no end in sight.

And in the endless sea of ​​flowers, a woman in a white skirt sleeps quietly in the sea of ​​flowers.

On her left chest by the shoulder, there was a bloody wound, which stained the small part of the white dress red.

And around her, there were four pure white birds standing quietly around her, as if they were guarding her.

In the sea of ​​flowers, she looks extremely beautiful, as if she will always sleep in this endless sea of ​​flowers.

However, there was a voice that suddenly invaded the sea of ​​flowers.

"Let the storm come harder!"

The woman in the white dress heard the voice and slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were a little dazed at first, but soon, she suddenly realized, because she could hear the voices of her people.

She heard the voices of her people wanting to challenge her.So, she smiled slowly.

"My people, and poets, have you finally challenged me?"

Chapter 63 Come on, step on me, take the throne!

"King, you obviously hope that everyone will not be hurt, why do you let them fear you and lock you in this tower built of fear?"

The tall woman with the bow of Amos on her back asked her king this question. When she knew why the king put the people in the cage, she couldn't understand and couldn't accept it!

Obviously, the king loves her subjects so much, she just doesn't want them to be harmed by the outside world.

But the people never understood the king, and regarded the king's lack of explanation, indifference, and silence as default cruelty.

The people believed that the king wanted to lock them all in the cage of the wind wall, so he kept silent and did not give any explanation. This is the same behavior as a tyrant!

The people yearn for freedom, but the king puts them in this prison. This is the behavior of a tyrant!

The people want to violate the agreement, but the king does not allow this to happen. This is the behavior of a tyrant!

But the king just didn't know what the explanation was, didn't know that the agreement could be violated, and didn't know that the people were so greedy.

She only hoped that the people she loved would be safe from danger.

Looking at the woman in the white dress on the throne, the tall woman with the bow of Amos on her back thought so.

So, she couldn't accept it.

Obviously... Wang loves everyone so much!

Why, but was locked in this high tower by the fear of the people?

The lonely king in the white dress did not respond to the owner of the bow of Amos. She just quietly looked at the wind barrier surrounding the city in the distance, watching quietly, and there seemed to be a few traces in her eyes. worry and anticipation.

At this moment, the woman with the longbow on her back understood.

In fact, the king also understands all this.

She understands that her wind barrier may protect the bodies of the people, but it cannot protect the hearts of the people who yearn for freedom.

Therefore, she hoped that her beloved subjects could defeat her.

As long as she defeats her king, then she will not worry about any danger her people will encounter.

Because of her people, even she can defeat her.

Her people can already protect themselves well.

In this case, she can rest assured.

After the woman with the longbow understood all this, she gradually laughed. She knelt beside the throne of the lonely king and became the hunter of the lonely king.

Until the last moment of her life, she knelt beside the lonely king's throne, smiling contentedly as before.

Being able to become the king's hunter is the most proud and satisfying thing for her since she was born in this world.

……

Leaving the endless sea of ​​flowers and accompanied by birds, Dekarabian once again came to the top of the dilapidated tower, sat on the dilapidated throne, lowered his head, and looked at the steps below the throne.

Once upon a time, there would always be a hunter with a longbow standing beside the throne, bringing back prey for her every day.

Although, she doesn't need those prey.

Dekarabian still remembered all that, just like she remembered the agreement she had made with her people.

She will never forget all this, because she once made an agreement with the hunter who belonged to her.

"Wang, you are so noble, as noble as a white bird. Then, when you leave, you must also leave noblely, okay?"

"Ah."

The humble wish of the hunter, in the eyes of the king, is an agreement that must be kept.

A contract is something that cannot be violated.

If you want to violate it, you have to... pay a sufficient price.

And Dekarabian can pay the price of his life for the agreement.

Now, her people want to break the agreement, abandon her shelter, and go to the dangerous world outside.

Therefore, in order to protect this agreement, Dekarabian is willing to use his own life as the price, even if the people who violate this agreement are the people who once made an agreement with her.

Dekarabian sat on the broken throne, as noble as ever, as noble as ever.

She quietly watched everything below, at the city that was not disturbed by the wind and snow, at her own people, and listened to their words of challenge to her.

"Let the storm--come more violently--"

Dekarabian smiled slightly.

She slowly stretched out her right hand, attracting strong wind and rain.

Under the violent storm, her people faced it bravely, instead of running away, they raised their heads and watched all this.

Dekarabyan smiled with satisfaction.

She scatter the four birds and let the birds transmit their voices.

"My people, I have indeed received the challenge you challenged me."

"Your bravery, I have indeed witnessed."

"Now, prove to me that your bravery is not fake!"

The four flying birds separated in four directions, allowing the voice of the lonely king to spread throughout the city.

Everyone heard Wang's voice, and they couldn't help clenching their fists, and looked up at the broken tower, feeling angry.

Because they do not feel that their bravery is false, and because their bravery is not false.

Now they are already the petrels who dare to challenge the storm!Not terrified seagulls, terrified sea ducks, or stupid penguins.

They are going to launch a rebellious attack on the throne!

"Our bravery is by no means false!"

Among the crowd, a tall knight named Gurnhild, dressed as a knight, raised his sword high and pointed at the broken tower.

"Yes! Our bravery is genuine!"

A drunkard picked up his own bottle and shouted.

He obviously drank, but he felt more sober than ever before.

"We want to be free! We want to fly high!"

A middle-aged man with a bearded face clenched his fists and shouted loudly.

He felt as if he had returned to the bravest age.

"I want to see the sky outside, the flowers outside, the birds outside, everything outside! I want to see them all!"

The little girl in red yelled out her wish.

The king of the tower, listening to these rebellious wishes, slowly closed his eyes, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised his last smile.

And when she opened her eyes, that last trace of smile had disappeared.

The king's indifference, nobility, and strength are thoroughly displayed.

She holds the strong wind in her hand, controls the strong wind, and sits on this broken throne, as if she is indifferent to her subjects and herself.

"Since this is the case, come and defeat me completely, and let me be your stepping stone to freedom."

Dekarabian's slightly expectant eyes passed through the crowd and tall buildings, and landed on the young poet.