Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1194 The Great Poet from Avalon

After hearing Chief Ero's description, Aiwas seemed to be having hallucinations.

There were flames one after another that could not be extinguished.

Inhabitable oases were destroyed, food supplies were burned, and homes were burned.

People were homeless and were constantly driven to new areas by the demonic flames. Then new flames started in new settlements... People were burned or killed by the flames, and were trampled or crushed to death in the panic of fleeing.

The reason for this is that water, the resource that is most likely to put out a fire, is a controlled resource that ordinary people cannot obtain at will in any city in Anxi. It is a "liquid life" that is more important than wealth.

No one would be willing to use their own water to put out a fire, let alone using one person's strength and water to put out a fire that has already taken shape... that is simply impossible.

As for the extraordinary ones...

The priests of Huantiansi had no ability to control or extinguish fire, nor did the cursers. As for hunters, thieves, warriors, pharmacists, and witches... none of them had any. This land was neither civilized nor wise, and lacked order... Therefore, there were no candle priests who could manipulate fire, and almost no wizards or alchemists.

It is very difficult to extinguish the fire by relying on ritualists alone. Even for the good masters who have made a contract with Yuan Tiansi, their water is not endless, but the fire can be ignited at any time.

By a perfect coincidence, they chose the path that would most hurt the Lord of Good.

Even if there is water, an oasis is not created in one day. The plants will die after being burned, and it will take an unknown amount of time for the wasteland to become an oasis again. The grass that the grazing cattle, sheep and camels need to eat will be burned, and even the livestock and poultry in the pen will be burned to death.

Even if the ritualist can cast a fire-proof barrier on a few areas, there will always be gaps and flaws.

How can you guard against thieves for a thousand days in this world?
Flames will burn again and again. These avengers who swear to give up everything would rather hurt the innocent and make the good Lord pay the greatest price.

The Red Hand will not give up or stop until people completely collapse and flee the city.

"They used the lives of free people and slaves as bait, forcing the slave knights and the legions of the good lords to go to the fire scene to put out the fire, and then ambushed and killed them... or they completely angered these people, made them chase them to unfamiliar places, and then killed them with traps set up in advance.

"And so, time and again, over and over again... the oasis cities they targeted would be covered in fear of fires that could not be extinguished and would ignite at any time. Until they were slowly consumed and bitten to death by these mad dogs."

"..."

Hearing this, Aiwass pursed his lips.

He was silent.

Even Aiwass himself didn't know how to comment on this situation.

This was undoubtedly an unjust act. Those freedmen were innocent.

Starting a rebellion by harming innocent people...this should not be recognized or praised in any way.

——But from another perspective, they can only rebel against the good master in this way.

Ritualists, curse masters, and scouts and assassins lurking in the dark... It is almost impossible to assassinate the good master. Not to mention, killing the good master itself is meaningless, only capturing him alive is useful. How many lives must be sacrificed to capture the good master alive in such a huge crowd?

The loss of life that way would be far greater than this!
What Aiwass was even more reluctant to admit was...

"...If nothing unexpected happens, they should all be devotees."

Aiwass answered slowly: "Hassan was an accident. If he had not been sent to the Mage Tower, he would have become a devotee."

The behavior patterns of these people are consistent with the concept of the path of dedication.

"Everyone in the world is suffering... If I kill people in the world, it will benefit all living beings... right?"

Aiwass murmured softly.

But Aiwass knew clearly that...so far there was no profession in the path of dedication that was purely for spell attacks.

Otherwise, he would never have embarked on the illegal path of a demonologist in the first place.

It was because the priest profession lacked combat effectiveness that he chose to become a demonologist in order to fight against the heavenly officials... otherwise he would definitely choose a pure priesthood.

Although he now knew that he had to develop in a balanced way in order to merge with the Path of Hope, Aiwass didn't know this at the time. In Avalon, where there were "illegal paths", it was very dangerous to take the risk of learning demon magic. At least as far as Aiwass knew, there was no such profession.

Did they develop a new offensive profession in the path of dedication?

That was even more impossible. The essence of developing a new profession was to design a complete system for the corresponding celestial officials or pillar gods through mystical knowledge, and only need them to sign and seal to grant power... This required a lot of knowledge and design ability, talent and achievements in the corresponding path, and face in front of the gods. A group of slaves whose families were destroyed, they obviously had nothing.

However, if the Red Hand gang was causing trouble, the city would definitely strictly check for flammable materials and beware of fire sources. In an oasis city-state where the population was sparsely distributed, the fire was not so easy to spread.

To be able to appear out of nowhere and ignite a fire that even the extraordinary people cannot extinguish...the only answer is that there are extraordinary people among them.

Even if you are not a professional...

...should also be the inheritor.

——At that moment, Aiwass thought of Cardinal Belisarius.

He probably knew who gave these people their power.

Cardinal Belisarius himself was a very extreme and belligerent person. He was called "Ice-Hearted King" by the Parthians and was regarded as a mysterious patron saint in the depths of the desert.

He claimed that he would give wisdom to anyone who asked for it, whether it was mystical knowledge, knowledge beyond the desert, or the desire to escape the desert.

This inheritance of fire-starting should have been granted to the other party by him.

"Oh, right!"

The chief suddenly remembered something and said, "Hassan brought back a song this time. It is said that it was written by the great poet of Avalon."

"……Song?"

Aiwass was a little surprised.

"In the desert, song is more powerful than words, my king."

Erlo said.

...That's normal.

After all, song itself is the extraordinary ability of the Path of Beauty, which can communicate with the soul. It even belongs to the domain of the Song God. The Song God is a man of fun, and he never mind adding fuel to the fire. It is only natural that He would assign them some "miracles".

"How does that song go? Do you remember the lyrics?"

Aiwass himself was from Avalon and had read so many poems, but he still couldn't remember who the "great poet of Avalon" was.

"Of course, my king."

The harpy chieftain was full of confidence: "If nothing else, we harpy people are good at singing."

Then she began to sing a loud and melodious song.

She certainly wasn't bragging...but it was a wild singing voice full of charm.

But as soon as Aiwas heard the lyrics, he couldn't hold back -

"Let the scorching sun forge my spine, I will not make a sound.

“I won’t say how much I crave for nectar.

"It would be better if every grain of sand could recite this poem in unison:

"One day I will break free from these leaden fetters;

“I will ascend in smoke, free as the wind;
"I will have a day to shine, bright as the stars, as bright as the moon.

"God said, 'You cannot have manna and desire manna at the same time.'
"Then come and have a taste of my arrogance."

what?
……ah?

...this great poet?
Prince Lloyd??
Aiwass remembered it clearly. This was the anti-poem that Prince Lloyd wrote in high spirits when he intended to usurp the throne!

What made Aiwas most unbearable was that Prince Lloyd's excuse for not being harmonized was that "this poem was written for the slaves of the ancient Parthia."

——It turns out that it is now being used in the right place!
(End of this chapter)