"You are a Black Fire Cultist," Hippamira smiled slightly, "Do you know the origin of the Black Fire Cultist?"
The young man was stunned.
Pandora's box opened. Wars and plagues, monsters and disasters followed one after another. This is how the era of so-called civilized disasters came from.
That was the most glorious era of the Earth Temple, Gaia's daughters and Miner people guarded this civilized and orderly world. In that era, Hippamilla knew that there had been such a group of people who lost their families and relatives due to the invasion of monsters. They swore vengeance and used the black flame as the mark, and they were enemies with the monsters all their lives—
Together with the temple and the legion, they are called the three swords of civilization.
But time flies, and all swords are decayed.
She winked at the big man, who immediately rushed to the girl with thick eyebrows and ran away. Everyone finally started to turn around. The young man in the black robe stayed for a while before hesitantly followed.
He thought for a while before tore off the brooch representing the secret meeting from his robe and threw it into the ruins aside.
Behind everyone, dozens of tentacles finally caught up with Hippamira and pressed toward her together.
"Miss priest!" The girl with thick eyebrows couldn't help exclaiming.
Hippamilla's figure disappeared.
Frederick’s tentacles surround the priestess in the center. They are intertwined with each other. There are thousands of faces on them. These faces change expressions and emit lingering whispers, like low sighs in the ears, whispers, and no sound. interest.
Hippamira felt a voice squeezed into her mind. That voice was like hundreds of people's voices overlapping each other. They repeated different tones and different contents, buzzing, noisy, and unclear, but they just let it go. People understand the content.
"They betrayed you."
"The Temple of the Earth no longer exists."
"I recognize you, little girl."
"You are the priest of the Earth Temple."
"You don't belong to this era..."
Hippamila pursed her lips, frowned and stared at this big guy. She was still a little scared in her heart, but she was the shepherdess of Himmelud, she pastured the earth on behalf of the goddess, and she must wait The sheep, stand here.
She took a breath, her chest undulating slightly. "I know you too, Frederick, and your rhetoric can't confuse me," she said loudly.
A low laughter squeezed into her mind.
"Ha ha ha ha."
"But I found something interesting in the thinking of these people..."
"Do you want to see it?"
"Poor, the once glorious temple is now a vassal of the barbarians."
"Do you know how the Earth Temple perished?"
The noisy voices are upside-down and tiresome, and thousands of tones overlap, as if there are hundreds of people chattering in your head.
"Those ordinary people don't understand..."
"How arrogant you are."
"They only know how to fly Ying Gougou."
"They killed your companions and betrayed your faith..."
"You are incompatible with this world."
Hippamilla was silent.
The last words pierced her heart, the girl's eyes were sparkling, she opened her mouth slightly, but her heart was full of softness. She knew in her heart that she was indeed incompatible with this world.
This is not her era.
Shimilud is the king of the mountains, and her arrogance allowed her to carve the throne on the peak of the mountains, under the roar of the cold wind all year round.
And her priests are equally arrogant. Every shepherdess is the most outstanding and beautiful girl of her age. Their souls are pure and flawless, their will is extremely strong, and their status is extremely respected.
This kind of arrogance is inherent, as if naturally above the mortals, they guard mortals, just like watching the flock of the goddess.
Because the lambs are weak and need their protection.
They are strong, so they can show mercy.
But that era is finally over—
She understood this truth from the moment she was called into this world.
This is an era of mortals, Hippamila quietly put away the pride in her heart. She is a smart girl who knows how to protect herself-she has learned to smile politely, as if gentle and approachable, like a girl next door .
She watched the world without saying a word, because she understood that she was incompatible with this world, and only evaluated this era in her heart-backward production technology, outdated military equipment, weak strength, and unsteady fighting will. This is what The age of mortals.
Maybe it was warm, but it was too weak. If the goddess was still there, would it be different.
How should such a world fight dusk
She felt a little strange, she didn't understand why Martha and the gods made such an arrangement, but on the one hand, she didn't dare to look up historical books about the past.
She knew she was afraid.
Because arrogance cannot tolerate mistakes.
"They can't even learn to be in awe."
"They only have cheap gratitude..."
"But it will soon disappear, and you will be completely forgotten."
"Only worship and awe can last long."
"Go and kill them..."
Frederic's voice was persuasive.
However, the ruby on the nail of the last sheep's head automatically lights up-the knight’s fearless heart comes from the fearless spirit. It eliminates all fear and confusion, immune to all interference from the spirit and will, shields the soul, and is clear. thinking.
Hippamila woke up suddenly, the confusion in her eyes disappeared, and her eyes became firmer and firmer.
"Arrogance will eventually go to destruction. Nothing lasts forever. The glory of the Earth Temple is only a part of history. Its survival is only a moment for the world itself." She replied.
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Listen to this arrogant tone..."
"Look at this high priest..."
"Review the course of history with the eyes of a mortal."
"How arrogant, it looks like you still don't give up your past position in your heart."
Frederick's voice retorted sharply and thinly, like the harsh noise of a file.
Hippamilla looked up at these intertwined tentacles and replied loudly: "Fredridge, you can't confuse me. My character is not my weakness. I never feel ashamed of it because of the pride in my heart. It’s not a blind source—"
"It's also because I have seen so many people who are better than me, Frederic, even in this era."
Frederic fell silent, and then said dullly after a long while:
"Oh?"
"Someone can make a priest of Himmelud say such a thing."
"How confusing."
"You are lying, little girl."
"Disappointing, disgusting, the era of the ancestors is over, leaving behind a disgusting world."
Hippamira smiled, and she said admiringly: "That's because you haven't seen him. He can be an enemy of an empire for a promise-he is not strong, but he is brave and determined, humble and clean. There is no aristocratic vice, neither frivolous nor arrogant. The ideals and beliefs he carries are so pure, as if they came from ancient sages. It is no exaggeration to say that I am full of respect for adults—"
Frederic’s voice buzzed back, and finally turned into one: "The veneration of a Shmirud priest is puzzling..."
"Let me see the little thoughts in your heart."
"The seeds of deception will sprout in your mouth."
"You can't fool yourself, little girl..."
"Tell me, who is that?"
Hippamilla replied with a smile, "My lord."
"A mortal?" The voice was full of disdain.
The former sighed softly and looked at the terrifying tentacles in front of him with a strange look: "This is the age of mortals, Frederick."
"So what?" Fredridge replied with a deep contempt: "Do you expect a mortal to save you?"
"Lord Lord will not come to save me," Hippamilla replied, "He is here to kill you."
Frederic let out a deafening laugh, and even more than a dozen tentacles trembled, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
A mortal, kill him
Bran duo sneezed heavily, and he couldn't help frowning in doubt. Since entering the golden rank, it is impossible for natural diseases to get him. His physique is hundreds of times that of ordinary people, saying yes. Being like a cow is belittled.
Could someone spread an unnatural plague around here
He knew that Andesa and Mayard were in the city, although the latter was dead, but who knew there were several patriarchs here, the tree shepherd likes to play with these dirty things.
Since Hippamilla contacted him for the last time, the spiritual connection has been lost, but he felt his element pool decay and realized that the opponent might be in battle.
Who knows if the other party will be a tree shepherd
Or it should be said that most of them are tree shepherds.
His gaze swept over from both sides of the burning street. At this time, everything that should be burned in Nancheng District was almost burnt. There were only some embers left in the two rows of houses. The unfired bricks still maintained their original structure. After removing the support of the wooden structure, it is hard to say how long they can stand.
Soon he saw a group of refugees—
The pedestrian walks slowly and slowly.
The girl with thick eyebrows was the first to stop, and the others stopped one after another as if infected by it.
Everyone didn't speak, to say that it was the best result right now. Fortunately, for the rest of their lives, only two or three people were lost. The temple is in front of them. As long as you get there, you will be safe.
But they didn't have any feeling of rejoicing in their hearts, they were so depressing that no one knew how to speak.
On weekdays, when their lives are threatened, most of the people here may wish that everyone would stand behind them, as long as they escaped.
But at this time, they felt that their feet were filled with lead, and they couldn't move one by one.
The little boy did not understand the silence of the adults, so he kept asking the priest sister absently? Several times I wanted to turn around to look back, but was caught by the big man.
The big man said nothing. He was a knight, but he took off his helmet and threw it away.
The girl with thick eyebrows held his hand, her heart sinking, but she couldn't help but blame anyone, because what's the use of them staying
"The priest will not die," she murmured: "She said that the lord will come to save her, she said so surely."
"Lord Lord?"
"But how can a priest have a lord?" someone asked.
Everyone quickly thought of the reason. "My lord lied to us, she was worried that we would not leave." As soon as the words came out, everyone was silent immediately.
There are always a few truly cold-blooded people in this world. Although some people are selfish, they are nothing more than survival instincts.
All the people present only felt their throats tighten, and there seemed to be something more dry in their eyes. Some people blinked desperately.
The young man in black robes silently followed everyone behind.
But for a moment, he felt as if he had seen something, and when he turned around, he saw that there was nothing on the street. He rubbed his eyes and wondered if he had been thinking too much recently that he had hallucinations, but his mind was always a mess. He didn't know whether he was thinking about where he should go after leaving the secret meeting, or thinking. The last words of that priest.
Do you know the origin of the Black Fire Cultists
What is the origin of the Black Fire Cult? Of course he knew that the bishops used this as the glorious past of the secret conference and repeatedly publicized it. But there are not many believers in the lower classes who believe this. Many people participate in secret organizations with various purposes. Most of them are just seeking asylum, and he is one of them.
After listening a lot, maybe he acquiesced in his identity, but subconsciously, he still didn't believe that the black fire cultists had such a glorious origin.
"Are we really fighting to clean up the world?" Asked himself, the young man felt that there was no answer to this question, but he could feel that the lady priest looked at him without the slightest discrimination.
It's not as full of disgust as those nobles.
He thought about these things wildly, turning around again, but was stunned to find that everyone present took a step back in silence.
It seemed that he suddenly stood in the middle of the crowd.
"What's going on?" The young man was startled.
Then he heard a voice that he didn't want to recall in his dreams, as if it came from the deepest part of the nightmare.
"Excuse me, the priest you are talking about is such a lady?"
Such a polite way of asking questions is like a nobleman's unique tone, but the other person's tone is not sloppy and condescending, on the contrary, it makes people feel gentle and approachable.
Everyone looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of them with a little astonishment.
He is an earl.
The big man thought.
This person is not from Cruz.
He might be the lord of the priest, but the girl with thick eyebrows had such an idea in her mind.