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Chapter 529 Why am I a pioneer? !

The Royal City of Karrond is the largest city of the dwarves.

Even the other dwarf kingdoms that were at odds with Karlond had to admit the grandeur and splendor of this royal city. The towering spire of the palace seemed to rule the world.

The dwarves say it is the city of kings and the city of rule!
Even the dwarves who hate Karlond can't help but be proud of this city.

After Alaire and others assassinated the king, they ordered the whole city to be under martial law. They issued announcements to all parts of the country in the name of Prince Mulla, claiming that King Kafu VI was debauched, cruel, and disrespectful to the gods. In order to deceive the people, they forged the The so-called victory, these atrocities offended the great gods, so they killed the tyrant according to the will of the gods, and supported Prince Mulla to ascend the throne.

Each announcement was copied with good ink, and each handwriting was so high-sounding. These careerists obviously had great expectations for this. They were eager for cities across the country to surrender after receiving the announcement. at their feet.

Kafu VI brutally suppressed the people and launched a war to conquer Golan but paid a heavy price. He did not seize the entire Helong Mountains but deceived him... All kinds of atrocities were a certainty. The careerists felt that Carlon After the dwarves from all over Germany learned about this, they should all praise their righteous act.

However, careerists in history often make the same mistake - taking everything for granted.

When Alaire and others' notices were sent to all parts of the country, very few responded. More dwarves did not feel that they had been deceived by Kraft VI, but believed that Kraft VI had suffered a shameless betrayal. Lyle and others wanted to deceive them.

Among the dwarf cities across the kingdom, except for the territory of the Gold and Silver Clan, few cities recognized the rule of Alaire and others. Not only did they refuse to recognize Prince Mulla's accession to the throne, they even openly declared war on Alaire and others.

"Defend the throne!" "For the glory of Helis!" became the slogan of thousands of dwarves overnight.

All this goes against the expectations of Allaire and others.

Behind this, of course, the promotion of the gods is indispensable.

"Haha! Those gold and silver dwarves thought we were going to help them!"

Hippos, the god of wine, laughed and said,

"But they don't know that we don't just help them! We also help their opponents and all dwarves!
After all, we are doing good things. Of course, those dwarves think they are doing good things, but sometimes, the more we want to do good things, the easier it is to do bad things and make bad wine. "

Indulging in the mellow wine, Sipos seemed to be laughing at the shortsightedness of mortals.

The arrogant Storm God Utus frowned. He didn't seem to like what Sipos said, so he changed the subject:

"How long will it take for this turmoil to end? How long will it take for those clowns to leave the stage?"

The gods all understood that the clowns Utus mentioned were Allaire and others.

"It's coming soon. It won't be long. They are scratching their heads now, waiting for us to drive them crazy."

Dream God Laren slowly spoke,

"It's just a big fire."

In fact, even if all parts of the kingdom are dissatisfied with the assassination of the king by Alaire and others, relying on their control of the royal city and the strong strength of the Gold and Silver clan, it is only a matter of time that they seize all the ruling rights of the Kingdom of Karrond under the steady pressure. thing.

Unfortunately, the gods don't want to see this happen.

Alaire and others thought they had received the help of the gods, but they did not expect that the gods did not want to see their rule.

"So, whose side will Leanderos be on?"

Utus looked at the God of Victory, and then asked.

“Sometimes I’m on this side, sometimes I’m on that side.”

Lendeos replied,
"All in all, I'm on the side the gods need."

The words of the God of Victory indicate the attitude of this group of gods.

"It looks like this kingdom is going to be destroyed."

Utus said expressionlessly.

At this time, the dream god Laren said:

“This kingdom should have been destroyed long ago.

Before we noticed it, all kinds of contradictions were brewing. Even without Kraft VI, this kingdom would be hard to recover sooner or later.

How can there be an eternal kingdom in this world?
The cause of destruction has long existed among the dwarves. In the final analysis, we are just pushing it. We are trackers pulling giant ships and slaves pushing boulders. Without us, this kingdom will still be in turmoil and will perish. "

The exculpatory words of the Dream God Laren completely brushed them off. Many gods nodded and praised Laren's wisdom. It was obvious that they all got psychological comfort from it.

"Wait, Utus, I know you don't like those clowns, and neither do we. We are just using them. Believe me, they won't stay on the stage for long. Our servants will push them off. stage."

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Since the king was assassinated and the city was under martial law, Belfan and the scholars have not left the palace, nor have they seen Prince Mulla again.

Over the past few days, Belfan gradually calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that neither Mulla nor himself was in danger.

This is thanks to the fact that after Alaire and others took control of the royal city, they were not in a hurry to eradicate dissidents, because they had not yet seized all the power to rule Karlond.

Even the Mu Shi clan who brought the "Book of Mechanics" was not liquidated. During the king's lifetime, they were so arrogant and domineering, which disgusted the whole city, but Alaire only imprisoned their clan leader, and the others There was no retaliation or punishment.

People like Belfan who were close to the king were simply placed under house arrest in the palace and ordered to stop their research.

"It's foreseeable that none of our lives will be in danger until they get it under control."

Belvan told other scholars.

"Is this true? May God bless us...I always feel it's not that simple."

One scholar said worriedly.

"I think that's probably true."

Belfan said with relief, and then sighed inwardly.

Just because it's not life-threatening right now, doesn't mean it won't be in the future.

Their lives are in the hands of others.

Thinking of this, Belfan couldn't help but clenched his fists, hating his own powerlessness.

The reason why I study the path of divine creation with such concentration is to gain more power, the power to control my own destiny.

But the more I study, the more insignificant I feel, and the more I feel that I will never be able to grasp enough power in my life.

It's like climbing an unknown, extremely high mountain. Just after reaching the foothills, all the energy has been spent.

After all, who called them pioneers?

Every road has its forerunners, some of whom are praised and some are forgotten, and almost all of the forerunners never reach the end of their road throughout their lives.

Those pioneers became the foundation for future generations.And this is what saddens Belfan the most.

A desperate voice shouted in my heart:
"We cannot climb the peak. Everything we do is just a stepping stone for future generations!"

Under the precarious situation, this despair becomes more and more intense.

Sometimes, Belfan couldn't even face this despair. He wanted to commit suicide and use death to escape.

And sometimes, he was glad that he did not commit suicide. He survived and could continue to study the path of divine creation.

"How long will it take for the martial law to end in the royal city? If this always happens, we might as well escape."

One scholar suggested this.

"That Sealand said the same thing."

Another scholar echoed.

"Don't act rashly!"

Seeing the excitement among the scholars, Belfan couldn't help but said:

“If one person escapes and is discovered by the people in Alaire, then everyone else will suffer.

If we say we escape together, who can guarantee that so many of us can escape?
Rather than doing this, it is better to wait here for the arrangements of the gods! "

The originally agitated scholars calmed down. They thought about it carefully and felt that what Belfan said made sense.

"It seems... we were stimulated by Xilan. Seeing him disappear so easily, we thought we could escape casually."

said a scholar with a steady personality.

Several scholars nodded.

Seeing this scene, Belfan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He pressed his forehead, trying to loosen his frown.

The scholars gradually regained their composure, and the research room also came to a standstill. Everyone was preparing to return to their respective positions and make stone sculptures waiting for their fate to come. Belfan also slowly sat down at his desk, preparing to think about something. .

At this time, there was a rush of noise in the corridor, and the breath of fear seeped into the study through the cracks in the door. There was a knock on the door, and the scholars looked puzzled. A scholar immediately opened the door, and saw a servant with a pale face. shouted:

"Heris! It's on fire! It's on fire! The royal city is on fire!"

The scholars were puzzled, but their expressions seemed to be contagious. In an instant, their faces turned pale, and billowing smoke appeared outside the window.

"What the hell is going on!"

Belfan asked in panic.

And the servant replied even more alarmedly:

"The lower town was on fire! There was thick smoke everywhere, and it quickly spread to the upper town. I heard people say that many people were smoked to death!

Fortunately, we dwarves are short enough, so many people escaped from the collapsed houses, but it is hard to say about the humans and the three-eyed apes. In short, the royal city is on fire, and Karlond is going to be destroyed! "

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Many years later, a well-known dwarf singer dedicated poems to the suffering city.

The most famous part of the poem is this paragraph:
In the year 318 of the Caol calendar,
Misfortune falls like fire from the sky.

On September [-], Karl Lund was destroyed.

To the dwarves many years later, this was just a sentimental poem.

But for the dwarves now, it was destruction they experienced firsthand.

The fire started from nowhere and swallowed up half of the city in a short period of time. This proud city of kings and rulers seemed to be wallowing in the hell of the underworld.

The lower city of the dwarves is almost all made of wood, which are the best nutrients for the fire. They can nourish the flame until it grows strong enough to melt the stone buildings in the upper city.

The fire that spread throughout the city was not just a simple fire. Its arrival was also accompanied by the destruction of order. As the fire ignited, violent incidents began to occur everywhere. The worst part of human nature began to appear in the disaster. Martial law has been It failed, and people began to escape from the burning house in large numbers, looking for a glimmer of hope.

Some dwarf troops came over to put out the fire, but some soldiers who were used to being poor took advantage of the chaos and looted all the houses. Even the captain took the lead in looting, completely ignoring the spread of the fire.

Fires, riots, looting, suppression...all the elements together constitute a disaster. Everyone is in danger. Everyone is deep in the whirlpool of the disaster, and everyone is unable to control themselves.

Belfan and other scholars were hiding in the palace. They could already see from the windows that the smoke of the fire was spreading over the city, and that destruction was approaching step by step. But what was more terrifying than the destruction was the madness after the destruction.

Some scholars have been able to foresee how brutally and radically Allaire and others would respond to violence with violence after the fire, just like King Kraft VI's bloody suppression of the rioting people.

At that time, revenge and massacre will take place.

but…

There is nothing they can do.

Belfan thought sadly,
No one has enough power to stop this fire.

This fire is like a harbinger of the demise of Karrond. This kingdom is going to perish. It has offended the gods and should have perished long ago.

The hot wind blew against the windows. It was clear that the palace had not yet caught fire and was far away from the fire scene. There was no possibility of a fire, but everyone could smell the smell of burnt smoke carried by the wind.

Several scholars couldn't hold on any longer and started vomiting.

The entire royal city was shrouded in thick smoke, and the entire land was burning. The glory of the past had disappeared. The world seemed to be on fire and was about to be buried by the thick black smoke.

The disaster strikes without warning, and the violent destruction burns out a group of desires, and another group of desires is rekindled from the ashes, and so on, endlessly.

Even hiding in the palace, it seems that you can hear distant wails and roars.

Belfan looked at the scene in front of him, and the voice of despair in his heart became louder and more intense, as if it was going to swallow him up. A strong sense of powerlessness strangled his throat, making him unable to move.

How he hoped that there would be a mighty heavy rain to drown out the raging fire and stop the giant beast that was devouring the city. If that didn't work, then add a hurricane to sweep away the roaring fire and give Karl Londe a chance. Quiet.

If you have enough strength...

"That's not how it happened..."

Belfan almost knelt on the ground, his eyes widened and he groaned in pain,
"why…

Am I a pioneer? ! "

The fire was still burning, and the soaring flames ruthlessly drowned out similar questions and cries.

(End of this chapter)