NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 50
Those who break through the cage are victorious all the way, causing the gods to collapse, a thousand winds to sweep up, and the nations to shake!
In the smoke of gunfire we witness the death of tyrants, and in the ashes we witness the collapse of towers.
In this case, the beginning of New Mondstadt – Wendy, the bard.
The sound of the piano stopped, and the wind elf hurriedly turned his head, only to see the boy slowly falling.
On his body, an arrow pierced his chest, and the blood flowed uncontrollably.
"Don't!" the
wind elf cried, but no one could hear it.
It hates its weakness and can't protect its friends.
"Don't cry..."
The young man's face was pale, and his breath gradually weakened, but he stretched out his hand with all his strength and stroked the wind elf.
"Blue sky, birds, I... I can't see it..."The
wind elf hurriedly took out the feather it had specially searched for last night and placed it in the boy's arms.
Looking at this feather, a flush flashed on the young man's pale face.
"It's so beautiful..."
(This paragraph of the previous book is not bad, I'll put it in the chapter review later, and it's simple here, because it's written here, it's plagiarism...) The
young man's hand slowly slipped down, but the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
He seemed to see the new world of freedom, the blue sky and white clouds, the birds and flowers.
"Fly, fly, like a bird, fly to the heavens, and see the world for me..."
"Mondstadt Passerby: ??? this script is wrong, why did
Wendy die, who is Wendy the Bard?" "Liyue People: Hey, is there really anyone in the world who has the same name and looks like to play the piano
?" "Sumeru Passerby: Is it possible that Wendy the Bard is your god
of wind, the wind elf?" "Inazuma people: poof, I'm laughing to death, the god of Mondstadt, a drunkard?"
"Mondstadt: Impossible, great Lord Barbatos, how could it be that Bard Wendy, absolutely absolutely impossible
!" "Barbara: Barbara doesn't believe either, Lord Barbatos will forgive you, but if you smear Lord Barbatos, Barbara will not forgive you!" "
Paimon: Sora, should we go back for a while, and Barbara will
not know the truth later.......
..." At the end of the war, the commoners defeated the nobles and won the war.
The Wind Elves, Amos, and Gunnhilde looked at the young man's corpse with great sadness.
But for now, the grief can only be suppressed, because the revolt is not over yet.
They handed over the boy's body to the fiery knight to guard, and then continued into the battlefield.
It's not enough to defeat the nobles, it's also necessary to defeat the tyrants!,
they stand in front of the spires that point into the depths of space like cone-shaped spears and cast shadows like golems.
He made an oath of freedom and made a decisive wish to smash the lone king on the tower.
(See the backstory of the Ancient Oath of Freedom for details)
and then they set their eyes on the top of the tower.
The rest of the people clasped their hands and some knelt on the ground to offer blessings and prayers to the few people who stepped to the top of the tower.
This is a glorious battle for the people to resist the gods, and it is destined to shake the nations
! A small human being like an ant, but with the courage and faith to challenge the gods
! There are always creatures on the earth, a king who dares to face the gale!
"Death, tyrant!"
At the top of the tower, Gunnhilde raised his sword and snorted coldly at the Gale King on his throne.
"Touch!" the
Gale King flicked his fingers, and a faint gale struck, knocking Gunnhild and coughing up blood.
The gap between man and God is incalculable!
" No one dares to shout in front of me, I didn't kill you, I have already shown mercy to my subordinates. The
king looked at the two elves indifferently, and finally his gaze fell on Amos.
"You're going to betray me too?" Amos
was silent, she just held the bow and arrow in her hand tightly.
"Don't try to bewitch Amos, Tyrant!" said
Gunnhilde, rising from the ground and shouting at the Gale King.
"Tyrant
?" the Gale King laughed, he walked to the edge of the tower, looked at
the wind wall, and said, "Who is it that built this city that shelters you?" "Who is it that spent divine power to build this wind wall so that you would not be affected by the wind and snow?"
"I am a tyrant? So what are you? mobs? Diao Min? or white-eyed wolves?"
PS: I have added more changes, and I have recommended it, because the recommended data determines whether the book can be written long.
The author stayed up late and added a few more, so full of sincerity, ask for praise and small gifts (*^_^*)