It was April 1, 837 in the Julian calendar, Caribbean, sunny.
It's almost Xiawang. The so-called Xiawang naturally means looking forward to summer.
At this time, deep in the Semitic continent, it was just the beginning of spring, and the wind in Akadelin was still chilly.
In the Caribbean Port on the coast, due to the influence of warm ocean currents, the grass has already grown and flowers are blooming, and it is about to enter the most beautiful season of the year.
Various private yachts carrying wealthy officials and charming and beautiful women are rippling on the calm sea. Leisure tourists can also be seen on the beach, eating barbecue in a lively manner.
Because of the increase in job opportunities and the explosion of the industrial population, the entire Caribbean city prospered and the first wealthy and middle classes emerged.
Factory owners, construction contractors, foremen, managers and senior engineers from humans became the first people in the Caribbean to get rich first.
Even the small citizens and rural farmers suddenly had some spare money in their hands.
Every holiday, entertainment venues and scenic spots start to become crowded and noisy.
Caribbean Harbor is like a long-ill patient who suddenly recovers, becomes energetic, full of vitality and hope, and even passers-by have smiles on their faces.
In the early morning, in the large square between the upper and lower districts of Caribbean City, even though it was neither working time nor a holiday celebration, one side was already crowded and crowded.
Even street vendors saw business opportunities and pushed their carts through the crowds.
Although it is not a holiday, today is destined to be a day recorded in history.
Everyone in the Caribbean has heard that this thing called Parliament is going to open today.
It is said that this parliament ushered in a major change that had not happened in the Semitic nation for four thousand years, and was a good thing that benefited the country and the people.
With the parliament, everyone will run into civil society. In the future, everyone will be equal in the Semitic people. If a lowly common man is hit by a noble's carriage while walking on the street, he will not have to pay for the damage to the carriage.
It is said that if the other party is wrong, they will have to pay for a donkey here, and the price is still the standard price of a big blue and white donkey on the market.
Hearing the news, many Semitic people were so shocked that they stuck out their tongues more than half a foot long. It was a big blue and white donkey. They were digging in the soil for food, and they would never earn so much money in two lifetimes.
Encouraged by this exciting news, and because today happened to be a Sunday, many people rushed over to watch the excitement.
Even country people from dozens of miles away came in their cars in the dark to join in the fun and witness this historic moment.
In a corner at the edge of the square, a storyteller was introducing the story to a group of people with great excitement.
"Everyone, this parliament is not a new thing. We Semites also had this thing more than two thousand years ago.
But at that time it was called the Senate, and its members were all respected old people.
And it is said that it was precisely because of the existence of the parliament that our Semitic tribe prospered and became powerful two thousand years ago... Huh~!
That's not a lie, even ten humans can't beat one... Well, let's not talk about this, so as not to have Mr. Lei come to check our water meter.
But... you all understand."
Having said this, everyone below immediately burst into laughter.
The nobles who collected taxes from Lei Erye were in a state of ecstasy, crying like ghosts and howling like wolves, and staged scenes of human comedy in which evil people have their own way of being punished.
Seeing the unlucky nobles who were so evil made everyone feel very happy. It felt like they had all been avenged for being oppressed and exploited in the past.
However, even though the man did not continue speaking, everyone knew the implication of that man's words: back then, even ten humans could not defeat one Semitic tribe~!
The name of the Semitic warriors was not made up by themselves. Even humans back then admitted that the Semitic warriors were brave and not afraid of death when fighting.
At this time, I heard the storyteller slap the table and say: "Anyway, I was really awesome at that time. But...but~!"
The storyteller raised his voice and shouted with a deafening momentum: "I ask you a question: We were so powerful back then, why couldn't we defeat humans later?
Five hundred thousand can't beat Ruman's three hundred thousand, and two hundred thousand can't beat the seventy thousand of the Human Holy See."
Everyone felt sad for a while. The Caribbean people had become familiar with the history of the expeditionary war that took place on the human continent in the past few months, and they often talked about the gains and losses.
Everyone is asking themselves: "Yes. Why did the Semitic people, who were so powerful, eventually lose to humans who were far inferior to them?
And twice~!
So that the Semitic land is now full of human iron hooves?
At this moment, the flags flying over the Caribbean Harbor are all human flags.”
This is really a question that confuses all Semitic people. After all, the last expedition lasted for several years, how could it be so completely defeated this time? Are the Semitic people really inferior to each other from generation to generation?
There must be some reason for this, right?
The storyteller lowered his voice and said, "That's because of one thing~!"
He paused for a moment, then stared, and loudly said word by word: "Because of the High Priest of the Undead~!
That terrifying demon, the pervert who controls people’s minds—the High Priest of the Undead has appeared~!”
Everyone present could not help but be stunned.
All along, in the official propaganda, this undead high priest is as loving as a father and takes great care of everyone. Why did he suddenly turn into a 'demon and pervert' here?
Anyone who dares to slander and insult the High Priest of the Undead is the most serious thought criminal and must be executed without mercy.
Although everyone is now under the rule of humans and cannot publicly mention the name of the High Priest of the Undead, out of inertia, they can't help but look coldly at the storyteller. Some people are even eager to go forward and beat him.
The name High Priest of the Undead is a shackle that goes deep into their souls - this is the role of religious belief.
The storyteller immediately smiled, cupped his hands, and said: "Everyone, everyone, don't be angry yet, listen to me slowly."
He paused for a moment, and then said: "I think back then, the High Priest of the Undead came all the way from the Island of the Dead in the far north. He showed his supreme wisdom and magic power, and was immediately regarded as the national advisor by our Semitic Emperor Dossent.
It has to be said that the High Priest of the Undead is indeed very powerful. With his assistance, our Semitic tribe suppressed civil strife, unified the country, and became increasingly powerful.
At that time, it could be said that the rivers were clear and the sea was prosperous, and the times were prosperous. The people were prosperous and prosperous. The history books handed down from that time say that even the warehouses with too much money could not hold it, and the food was moldy and could not be eaten."
After hearing this, people couldn't help but nod their heads, and all of them showed yearning expressions.
Although more than a thousand years have passed, the description of that beautiful day has been passed down from generation to generation through word of mouth.
Even now, every evening, there will be old people telling the children around them about the wonderful life they had at that time.
Therefore, every Semitic person has a deep memory of this.
But then I saw the storyteller pick up a wooden board and slam it on the table, making a crisp sound.
Everyone was so frightened that they all couldn't help but be startled.
At this time, the storyteller said in a deep voice: "On the surface, the Semitic people are prosperous, but in fact, there is an undercurrent.
Because the High Priest of the Undead actually harbors evil intentions~!”
Everyone couldn't help but feel a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts. Such stories of rebellious ministers seizing power and then preying on the common people were common among the Semitic people.
Could it be that the high priest whom everyone always respected was really a rebellious minister?
The storyteller said: "At that time, the high priest had been lurking in our Semitic tribe for thirty years, and finally he took over the power and dominated the world. The emperor Dosent was getting older and more stupid, so the high priest saw an opportunity.
, so he began his plan to compile the throne.
On a dark and stormy night, he secretly sneaked into His Majesty the Emperor's palace..."
Everyone was suddenly so nervous that they couldn't breathe.
The storyteller raised his head and looked at everyone. He said with a mysterious face: "Although I don't know what happened at that time, according to the guard outside the palace, the candles in the palace were nodding at that time, so he saw something on the window.
A figure was holding an ax and slashing at the bed. There were also bursts of screams of 'Ahhhhh...' coming from inside.
That’s so miserable~!
Right now, when we arrive at the Akadelin Palace, there will be a white ghost wandering back and forth at night, screaming incessantly..."
Everyone present felt their hair stand on end, and many people rubbed their arms back and forth involuntarily.
At the moment, some people said disdainfully: "The High Priest of the Undead is a master of necromancy magic. If he is really the emperor he killed, why is it so troublesome? It can be done with just a wave of his hand?"
The storyteller raised his head and glanced at the man, then gave a cold laugh and said: "You are the kind of idiot who thinks the emperor uses a golden ax to chop firewood. You don't even think about it, and you become the emperor."
Now, do you still need to work?"
Everyone present couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The challenging audience was dissatisfied and shouted loudly: "Then why do you think the high priest went to kill people himself?"
The storyteller glanced at him with disdain and said, "Isn't that necessary? Who is the emperor? Ah?"
The son of the Great Demon God. He is also one of the gods.
There are thirty-six Tiangang guards outside, and seventy-two Earthly Evils accompanying you. Even if you sleep, there are still great demons in the sky watching over you.
Anyone who dared to get close to him, such as monsters, ghosts, monsters, and ghosts, would have been wiped out by the divine light before he could even get within a hundred meters of him.
Who can kill such a person casually?"
Although these words were full of feudal superstition, the common people all believed in them and immediately nodded in agreement.
"That's right~!"
"That's it~!"
"When President Brad was born, purple energy came from the east and a big star fell. It seems that it is his destiny to be the emperor~!
"..."
The challenger was immediately speechless, hid his head in the crowd, and never showed his head again.
At this time, the storyteller saw that he had defeated the other party with his three-inch smile, and immediately became proud and said: "What bothers me the most is you guys who don't understand anything, but use ignorance as wisdom. You only know that you are on the side
It’s so silly that you don’t even use your brain..."
Hearing his constant criticism, everyone was immediately panicked and began to persuade him.
"Brother, brother, calm down."
"Brother, tell me what you want. Don't be like that kind of person."
"Later, what happened next?"
"That's right, please continue talking..."
"..."
The storyteller finally calmed down, then coughed and said loudly: "Everyone, I rely on this decryption to make a living. So, if you have money, help me make money, and if there are others, you can help others. If you don't want to listen,
. Turn around and leave, but don’t mess with me. We are just a miserable person, talking a little bit and making a living..."
There was a commotion among everyone. Now is the critical moment. If you give up and refuse to listen at this time, it will really make people feel uncomfortable.
So many people donated generously.
At the same time, they all glared angrily at the guy who just challenged him. If this guy hadn't caused trouble, everyone wouldn't have to pay for it.
Some people even took advantage of the crowd to secretly kick the smart-ass bitch in the face.
The scene was very chaotic for a while.
After a while, when the storyteller saw that he had almost collected the money, he patted the eye on the table and continued: "Let's take over the book. By the way, the high priest succeeded in his conspiracy and secretly assassinated His Majesty the Emperor. After that, he took over the power.
, covering the sky with one hand.
What is pitiful is that after His Majesty the Emperor died violently, he had nowhere to redress his grievances.
At that time, most of our Semitic nobles did not know the truth and were deceived by him.
There are also many people among them, although they know the truth, but they are tempted by the benefits offered by the high priest and are willing to become lackeys.
Therefore, the high priest dissolved the council and implemented a dictatorship over our Semitic people.
The thousand-year-old eternal holy fire of the Demon Temple was also quietly extinguished by him. All the priests of the temple were killed by him, and the inheritance of our Semitic tribe was cut off.
Everyone worshiped the high priest and forgot about the great devil.
Since then, I, the Semitic race, have completely become the plaything in the hands of the high priest."
When everyone suddenly heard such a secret, they all turned pale and looked sad and angry. It turned out that the high priest was indeed a bad guy~!
At this time, the storyteller continued: "It is precisely because of this that the great demon god was extremely sad when he saw the Semitic people recognizing thieves as their fathers and betraying him. In the end, he had to leave the Semitic people and return...back to him
My brother, I’m staying temporarily in the temple of the God of Light.”
The audience at the scene suddenly fell down in large pieces.
This...is this too shocking?
The Great Demon God and the God of Light are actually brothers?
So why should everyone be beaten to death?
How nice would it be to sit down and drink flower wine together?
The storyteller looked at everyone's faces, smiled proudly, then spread out the fan in his hand with a loud bang, fanned it twice in an extremely cool manner, and then said: "Everyone, I don't know something now.
There are so many races in the world, including orcs, goblins, tauren, etc., but they all look so strange? Why are we so similar to humans?
It's not because Cronus, the father of the great demon and god of light, created humans in his own shape.
Later, when the two brothers grew up, they naturally separated. So the one who looks a bit like the Great Demon God is naturally our Semitic tribe. The one who looks like the God of Light is naturally a human being."
At that moment, someone shouted: "If the two gods are really brothers, shouldn't they be in love with each other? Then why do we go to war with humans? What you said must be false~!"
Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads and look at the storyteller: Yes, if it is true as the storyteller said, everyone is a family, why are they fighting?
The storyteller rolled his eyes and said, "Brother, have you ever seen a family where two brothers don't fight? If so, please tell me?"
Everyone couldn't help but be startled: What he said makes sense. Anyway, everyone has never seen two brothers who don't fight. And it's quite normal for them to fight together.
At this time, the storyteller saw that he was once again overwhelming the crowd, and immediately said: "Where have we talked? Uh, by the way, this great demon saw that the Semitic people abandoned him, so he had to leave. He returned to his brother, the God of Light.
Go and live in the temple."
In his words, he emphasized the words "Brother, God of Light" so strongly that all the people could hear them clearly.
However, all the people felt some kind of hint, and their hearts became heavy. A frightening thought swirled in their hearts: Did the Great Demon God really leave a thousand years ago? Did he really abandon him?
Have you killed these people?
At this time, I heard that the scholar's face darkened and he said in a serious tone: "Of course everyone knows what happened next.
Under the instigation of the high priest, we continue to wage war with humans.
During the war, although our Semitic warriors were very brave and could stand up to ten of them, they did not have the favor of the Great Demon God. Therefore, when fighting humans, they were constantly defeated, defeated and defeated again.
If you don’t believe it, just count all the times we have fought against humans in the past two thousand years. When have we, the Semites, ever won?
And it is said that many times, the Semitic army was about to win, but every time, there would be a divine reversal, and the battle was defeated.
Like the surprise attack on Sherron Valley, the assault on Hyjal, the storming of Maple Leaf Danlin, and the siege of Ruman City, which battle in the Battle of Fantino was not almost won?
In the end, the battle was defeated just because of a small difference?
Why does this happen?
Isn’t it because the big demon boss was so angry that he ran away and didn’t protect everyone in the sky?”
Everyone present couldn't help but fell silent for a while. Basically, they all knew something about these famous battles.
In all kinds of official propaganda, my powerful Semitic army is always unstoppable and its morale is like a rainbow. It always wins and wins again and again. However, it is plotted by cunning and despicable humans, or there is a traitor within.
He betrayed everyone and ultimately fell short, leading to failure.
Everyone didn't think much about it, they were just angry at humans, or the endless traitors. But now, after listening to the storyteller's words, and thinking about it carefully, it turned out that his words actually made sense.
Everyone loses the battle not because they are incompetent, but because God doesn’t allow it~!
The big demon boss is on the side of humans, how can we win this battle?
At this time, the storyteller continued: "Let me tell you, although we betrayed the Great Demon God, the Great Demon God still protected us, which is why we did not win."
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned: What do you mean by this? Why does it sound so weird? If you lose the battle, it is the blessing of the great devil?
The storyteller said coldly: "Think about it, what benefit does this fratricide between us and humans bring to our Semitic race?
In this battle, the territory belonged to the high priest, and the people he killed were turned into undead by him to enrich his army. His strength has greatly increased, but we have become weaker and weaker because of the damage to our strength.
It's a shame that we didn't capture the humans. If we did, they might turn around and attack us."
Everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and there was a cold swishing sensation on the back of their necks.
They knew that things like what the storyteller said were very likely to happen - the high priest was the leader of the undead. All undead souls hated living beings and were full of resentment. As long as they encountered them, they would definitely put the living beings at risk.
Death comes quickly.
Someone asked in panic: "Then... what should we do?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone