Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 57: People’s hearts are available (6900)

—Have you heard of Dragon God Messenger?

For the mountain people, this is a household legend.

The first generation of dragon **** messengers signed a contract with the dragon god. He established the original prototype of the Dragon Kingdom in the vast Baisen Mountains. Under his call, all the ministries merged into one, creating the most glorious and prosperous era for the mountain people.

The last generation of envoys of the Dragon God was born in the time when the Dragon God left. She rekindled the sacrificial fire of the holy mountain, and single-handedly united the tribes of the mountain people who were about to fall apart. Fifty years after her death, she still had the majesty to deter the alliance, giving the mountain people a reason to stay together.

Until the army of the empire ran over the people of the mountains, and all the surnames with ancient history and glory were dusted.

The first time Priest Feiotu heard about the envoy of the Dragon God was when he was six years old.

His father was the great sacrifice of the tribe. At that time, the boy was sitting on the stone platform full of flowers in the back mountain of the tribe, his mother hugged him, and his father described the glory of his ancestors to him vividly.

The Chonglin Department is located on the edge of the Midra Autonomous Region, in the basin west of Yankai Mountain. This place is surrounded by many hills and mountains. The melting ice and snow from the distant mountains crossed the long stone road and finally gathered here, washing out a piece of Baisen Mountain Range rare fertile soil.

The back mountains of the tribe are covered with flowers of various colors in summer, and only the rosy grass in the holy land can overwhelm the magnificent picture scrolls drawn by them.

The Chonglin Department and the Jiamu Department were one in the past, and their ancestors had a dragon **** messenger. In other words, among the tribes of the mountain people, those big tribes with heads and faces, whether it is Xuanfeng, Afud, Jiamu, Zhengu or Linyan, have all had or claimed to have a dragon **** messenger, The ancestors of the priests of Fyoto also once had this highest honor.

At that time, the priest who was still a child was full of aspirations. He wanted to become the leader of the tribe and become the priest of the Dragon God. He wanted to listen to the voices of the Dragon God in the holy land and become the messenger of the Dragon God.

It's like everyone wants to be a big shot, like every child has a naive and lofty dream, like every wish has a shining brilliance at the beginning.

In the heart of Priest Feotto, like all dreamers, he had the drive to change the world.

But now, that motivation, like most of the people living in this land... has been exhausted.

Seventy years have passed.

The empire has changed three or four generations of emperors, from the decline of the past to the revival, and then to the current stability. It is still the largest and most powerful kingdom on Terra, but the mountain people are declining every day.

And that child who was full of hope...

Not even enough to feed the other kids.

"It's time to eat, kids."

The mountain dweller with blue-black hair still walks steadily. Although he is old, he has not yet reached the age of weakness. Converged in the corridor.

"Line up, everyone has a bowl."

The priest stood in front of the big table, scooped out a spoonful of porridge from the big porridge pot, and the children carrying the bowls lined up in a neat line, softly praising the dragon **** or thanking the priest, while The old man's expression remained unchanged: "Don't waste your energy talking useless words, go back and lie down after eating, it's okay to bask in the sun, but don't move around."

"Kebo, Harry, you two will go to the back mountain with me later, dig something edible. You two bowls."

The cafeteria is silent. Even the swallowing sound seemed small. The two older children who had been named finished their share, then took their seats hesitantly.

"Come here, the second bowl." The priest raised his voice slightly: "Don't think about giving it up to others, you are going to faint from hunger in the middle of the journey, let me carry you back?"

"No..." "I'm sorry, grandpa priest..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Priest Feiotuo shook his head and scooped up a second bowl of gruel for the two: "After eating, take your brothers and sisters to meditate for a while, and then set off."

Even the conspirators in Flaming Land can't attack the ecology of the entire Baisen Mountains. They can only attack the rice and wheat domesticated by humans, destroy the roots of those fragile domestic plants, and corrupt those that are too standard. Leaves and flowers that lose their complexity.

In the forest and on the hillside, there will always be some wild vegetables and mushrooms to satisfy their hunger. In addition, those not plump lumpy rhizomes used to be the food of their ancestors when they pioneered in the mountains, and now they will will be theirs.

Although it may be a little poisonous, as long as it is cooked, smashed, mixed in the porridge, and soaked a little bit, it can always be eaten.

At this moment, there is no choice.

Children eat carefully. This is hard-won food. They have to chew every bite, or delay the time of eating, as if they can take one more bite and another bite.

The priest remained silent, staring at them with a pair of rock gray eyes.

——Why is this happening?

A voice is asking.

Because of the war.

The war that was forced upon them.

The mountain people headed by Jia Mube have always longed for independence. They guard the steel dragon's nest and occupy one of the holy places. They have advanced enough to advance to the third or fourth energy level. Therefore, when an olive branch was thrown, the mountain people who wanted to be independent immediately accepted it.

Even if behind the olive branch, there is bone-eating poison attached.

When the food disaster spread, panic boiled in Nanling, and the mountain people's rebellion followed. They got rid of the shackles imposed on the mountain people by the empire...but their lives became worse.

Food rationing and economic collapse may sound counterintuitive, but under the rule of the empire, the population of the mountain people has gradually increased since the agate plain was developed into a land of grain by the empire.

In the past two hundred years, the population of the mountain people has increased by three times compared to the past. up.

Unless they want to starve most people to death.

The empire **** most of the sane leaders of the mountain people with food, while the other part of the madness believed that the Flame Land could give another answer.

So, even though most of the tribes knew that the biological warfare in Flame Land had caused the food disaster, they still had to accept assistance from Flame Land...but what's the point? Rebelling for independence from the Empire, then accepting worse quality and more erratic food aid from Flameland?

Is it really normal to be **** with grain by one person and less grain by another person?

——Why cooperate with the enemy?

"Yes, they are the origin of all these disasters..."

The mountain priest whispered to himself, but the children didn't notice it, only another voice could hear it.

He was kicked out of the meeting by his compatriots, and even the food rations of his own tribe were cut. Many people left, and many people died in the war. Priest Feiotuo now adopts these war orphans, The Independent Mountain People's Union has no power at all.

He can only take care of the children in front of him...but he can't give them a full meal.

Recalling the wish back then, Priest Fyoto just wanted to laugh, whether it was a sarcastic smile or a helpless wry smile, it could only express a part of his inner melancholy.

A messenger of the Dragon God.

Vocabularies that are too far away, words that are too lofty, too many people, too many mountain people who can't even change their own and the surrounding environment. He, a priest, has to take care of these children.

Fate...is always playing tricks like this.

——You don't have to follow those rebellious mountain people, do you? You don't have a hatred for the empire that can only be settled by burning jade and stone, and Flameland hasn't offered you a price beyond your morality.

The voice asked, and the old priest closed his eyes.

Yes. There is no need for him to continue acting with the group of people who play independent games... But if he refuses, what will happen to his tribe?

The chief of the Chonglin tribe is a weak person. He dare not face the voices of opposition from the alliances of the tribes, and even complains why he wants to fight Feiyandi.

If the Chonglin Ministry really wants to maintain ties with the empire, they will be despised as 'obedient citizens' in their mouths... They don't have the superior geographical conditions of the Frodo Autonomous Region, which can block other mountain people and the flying flames. Secret raids and sieges.

They will be wiped out, as many small tribes have been.

Those guys are not dragon **** messengers...they never hesitate to raise their knives against their compatriots.

—You can contact the Empire. Contact Nauman City. They're willing to pay a lot of money for a tribal leader like you, just to let you pass on some information at a critical moment.

Empire? The empire has never been a group of people, who should he contact? Who wouldn't betray him?

And... should he contact?

The old priest probably knows more about the history of their country than most people in the empire, because when he was young, he also had a dream of becoming independent from the empire and leading the mountain people to greatness again.

But it is precisely because he knows the history of the empire that he has doubts about such things.

The empire started from the original central city-state of Setar, conquered thirty-two cities and the kingdom in the dark mountains in the north, repelled the predecessor of the Heavenly Royal Court, the Star Chasing Tribal Alliance in the east, and conquered the three major ethnic groups, even The Titans of Icewind Dale also bowed their heads to the emperor's scepter.

In the west, the empire subdued the local ancient beliefs, and those moon people who worshiped the two moons in the sky signed a contract in the sacred city of silver law, and canonized the spokesperson of the moon **** on the ground as their western prince. .

That was the predecessor of the Thorin family.

The empire has been conquering and expanding. They never stop. The Gad people living around the golden plain have also become part of them. Only the oldest priests of the mountain people can remember those ancient times. A few names remain in the records. Through the study of the hurricane cloud pillar, the storm skill that the Gad people summoned the spirits of heaven and earth to perform is so terrifying that even the mountains can hardly block the breath of the king of the wilderness, which is enough to wither the mountains and forests.

But they were all defeated by the soldiers of the empire, and by the unbearable brilliance of the sun imperial power.

Then, became an imperial man.

Of course, the Setar Empire was not always victorious—two hundred years ago, when the thirtieth emperor of the empire died prematurely due to an old illness, the Korolev family of the Grand Duke of the North became independent with the help of the apocalypse.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the empire imposed so many restrictions on the mountain people who conquered at the same time, but it did not have time to completely conquer the mountain people, but left many autonomous regions.

"Contact the empire, maybe we will become imperial people completely, and there will be no chance to change."

Facing that voice, the old priest expressed his deepest fear: "Flameland and the Independent Mountain People's Alliance... really made us suffer. But at least our life has changed. If, Mountain In the future, the people will still be stagnant in the same place as they have been in the past two hundred years, nothing has changed..."

"Then I would rather go hungry and wait for a different possibility."

"Even if that could... lead to a worse outcome."

"I see..." The voice was silent for a while.

"Do you know the messenger of the Dragon God?" Then, the young voice said slowly: "In the legends of the mountain people, those heroes who brought change and change once created the most golden beginning of a glorious era , and once maintained the last glory of a declining era.”

The old priest was also silent for a while.

He replied softly: "I have heard of it."

"Now, the envoy of the dragon **** has appeared." The young voice said: "The sacrificial fire at the Sacred Steel Mountain has been rekindled, and the turmoil in Xiahui has also been quelled. A new era is coming, and everything now It's just a storm before a new beginning, and it's destined to die down."

The old priest said in a deep voice: "I don't believe in the messenger of the dragon god. It's just a legend. Even if the holy land really shines again, it won't let the children have enough to eat."

"He can." The young voice replied firmly: "He has fed the residents of his territory, and he can do the same with one more, ten, or dozens of tribes."

“…”

Priest Feotto was silent for a long time. He actually knew better than anyone else, better than that voice, that the other party was not lying.

The reason why many people from the Chonglin tribe left the tribe was not to join the independent mountain people's army, but to go to Xiahui to join the Dragon God's messenger in their hearts.

They never came back. Is it because they are afraid of the atmosphere in the Midra Autonomous Region, or do they think that they are no longer mountain people and can ignore their compatriots in their hometown?

Will the Bai Zhimin who claims to be the envoy of the Dragon God really treat them equally?

The mountain people in the independent area will not believe this. They can't believe it until they see the actual proof.

And...

"Why?"

The old priest suddenly questioned angrily: "Why did our hero die early, why our children have to suffer this kind of suffering-why are we the only ones who are restricted so severely?"

"Because your heroes have to face other people's heroes." The young voice answered this question in a calm and indifferent tone: "Because you were too strong at the beginning, and you encountered bad times. It was a bug, and bugs will be fixed, I can guarantee that."

"The most important thing is that human beings will always foolishly use all kinds of inexplicable things to distinguish between 'you' and 'us'."

"But I won't."

Bai Zhimin's figure came out of the mist covering his figure. The ring of silence prevented his conversation with the mountain priest from being heard by anyone. The children could only see the old priest sitting on his seat expressionlessly. , as silent as before, only the old man can see his figure.

The young lord said calmly: "The ones standing in front of me are 'you', and the ones standing behind and beside me are 'us'. My standard is that simple."

"Priest Feotto, those people in your tribe don't want to come back. In fact, they want me to tell you that they can indeed have enough to eat, and hope that you can come to have enough to eat."

"But there are indeed a lot of spies in Flameland, so we can't let them disturb the target. So, tell me the distribution of tribes and important facilities in the Midra Autonomous Region."

"In this way, you are 'us'."

"I have prepared photos and videos here. They hope that I can convince you. They know your unwillingness and anger of being isolated, and they think you can help me-you don't have to believe it, but I do bring Come here with sincerity.”

Priest Feotto was silent for a long time. He had gotten this invitation a long time ago, but he still hadn't made up his mind, so he delayed for a while with the excuse of cooking for the children.

But now, he has to make a choice.

The priest raised his head and looked at the children in front of him.

Skinny boys and girls whose bodies can't even support their clothes. The parents of these children died in the panic of the food disaster and the subsequent civil war, as well as the raids of various wild beasts. They should have a happy life. Childhood, even under the rule of the empire, has never been so difficult for the mountain people.

Fyoto saw it. He saw a six-year-old child licking the bottom of the bowl. Her parents died in the civil war between the Jiamu Department and the Hongqiao Department. The Hongqiao Department was defeated, and most of the people who went to the Hongqiao Department to purchase supplies were not spared.

She hasn't had a full meal for a long time, and she doesn't dare to waste even a little bit of food, so the child licks it very seriously and carefully.

Just like seventy years ago, when he was in the back mountain of the tribe, he listened intently to his father telling him the story of the dragon **** messenger.

But for very different reasons.

"...hope for a good price."

Closing his eyes, Priest Fyoto leaned back on the chair. After making a decision, his originally straight spine bent, weakening like a real old man: "Dragon God Messenger...haha, no matter what Are you true or false, as long as you can bring about changes...then I can only believe."

In the eyes of the children, Priest Fyoto watched silently as the last of them finished their meal, just as they had in the past.

Then, the old priest stood up and said as always: "Disband, pack up the bowl, and then go to rest."

"Cobo, Harry, wait for me at the door."

Amidst the children's chorus, the old man got up and walked to his room.

There, he took out a map and marked in detail all the important information he knew.

"That's it." The priest put down his pen wearily: "Recently, the armed forces of several tribes have been completely lost in battles. The Jiamu tribe absorbed all their population and land, and began to build many strange buildings—— I know that it is probably an alchemy workshop, but I don’t know what kind of alchemy workshop it is. Many people have been transferred to work as coolies, of course, they are all from other tribes.”

"Be careful with the Kagibe, they are very powerful and have great firepower. If you don't carry a lot of siege equipment, it is impossible to pose any threat to them, but... I went to their meeting not long ago The main hall. The sacrificial hall of the Jiamu Department was built on the mountainside, and because of several major storms in the past twenty years, the pillars of the main hall are already in danger."

"As long as a slightly larger shock is created at the rock platform in the southeast, it will probably collapse and attract most people's attention."

"That's it. All the information I know is here. I only remember a general idea of ​​their firepower distribution. After all, I never thought about attacking them..."

The old man's voice was full of sighs, and he seemed a little satisfied.

"Enough is enough."

The young Bai Zhimin said softly: "You go to Xiahui to get it. Later, a troop will come to the surrounding area. They will clean up the nearby spies and bring the first batch of food. After you are full, you can bring Take the children to Xiahui to get them."

"Although that place is not peaceful."

"However, at least everyone can have enough food."

The lord of Xiahui collar picked up the map, and he left his own token, a badge with the silver peak coat of arms. He never doubted any words that Priest Fyoto said, he knew that the other party did not lie to him, so he turned his head and left without hesitation.

Eat your fill. Only those who are full have enough time to think about other things. Most of the progress and changes occur when people can eat and work hard to eat.

Humans will still kill each other and fight each other, but if even these fights don't feed people, then these fights are meaningless.

People need to eat and drink enough, have their own homes, and have their own dreams, so that they can have the leisure to think about more ambitious things.

In order to let go of all doubts and become the person you want.

And this is what the boy wants to do.

Officer Feotto stared at the white figure that had gone away, and this generation of dragon **** messengers disappeared from his vision.

The two older children at the door looked around suspiciously, and they felt a cool and refreshing breath passing by.

"Sure enough."

Looking at the clouds floating in the distance and the shadows of the mountains, the old man muttered to himself: "I still can't give up that dream."

——He still wants to be the envoy of the Dragon God.

He wants to be someone who can bring happiness and smiles to his people.

He is old. It may be impossible to rely on one's own strength.

But he still won't give up trying.

"Come on, Cobb, Harry."

Shaking his head slightly, Priest Feotto was not going to put all his hopes on the troop supplies that the young man said, he had to rely on his own hands to prepare the children's rations for tomorrow.

"Yes, Grandpa Priest," replied the older children.

At this moment, they looked at the old man full of trust and longing.

They have not heard the story of the messenger of the Dragon God.

However, if they have heard...

Then the envoy of the dragon **** will not be greater than the priest grandfather who rescued them from famine and death in their eyes.

…

"The hearts of the people in the mountains are available."

Yin En, who observed the living conditions of the mountain tribes along the way, came to a conclusion: "Although it can't help me create riots, if I can defeat the main force of the independent mountain people, then most of the small and medium-sized tribes will not reject me. Or the future leader of the empire."

It didn't take Yin En too long to lead from Xiahui to the Midra Autonomous Region. It took only a short flight to get there, and it only took a while to go deep into the autonomous region.

But the reason why he returned to the ground and walked slowly after he came to the edge of the autonomous region was because he didn't want to be found, but he also wanted to carefully observe the living conditions of most independent mountain people today.

The results were pretty bad.

"As long as I can guarantee the food supply of the mountain people, they are willing to support."

Yin En was thoughtful: "Also, is it an alchemy workshop?"

Yin En is very interested in the alchemy workshop mentioned by Priest Feotto.

Obviously, this was insulated from the mountain people in the past. Even with the support of Fei Yandi, it is absolutely impossible for the mountain people who know nothing about modern alchemy to directly build a complete alchemy system.

Unless they are willing to spend a lot of money to directly transport a production line.

But what exactly is it that can make the mountain people and Fei Yandi build several alchemy workshops for it? It's definitely a great value and well worth checking out.

Yin En is very curious.

The Chonglin Department was originally located on the edge of the Midra Autonomous Region. After walking along the road for a while, Yin En came to the depths of the autonomous region.

Here, you can overlook the river area where Kakibe is located.

The core area of ​​Jiamube is located on the plain at the foot of the mountain deep in the mountains. Like most mountain people, they worship at the mountain. However, with the increasing population, Jiamube has also opened up a large area at the foot of the mountain. Plains, densely packed with rock buildings and farmland are spread across flat areas along the river.

Find a small mountain, standing on the top of the mountain, Yin En looked at Jiamubu, he found that the farmland of this tribe has not been attacked by the biological warfare of Feiyandi, and there is no trace of decay left by rot and withering.

——Good guy, it seems that they have already discussed it.

Yin En thought, as long as there is enough evidence for this news, it will be enough to make most of the mountain tribes who tend to be neutral feel disgusted with Jiamubu and even the Independent Mountain People Alliance. After all, who is not hungry now? Whoever can stay out of it is the enemy.

But the most important message is not this.

Yin En squinted his eyes, and he saw two huge figures on the altar halfway up the mountain.

They are two sub-dragons made of iron and steel. They have blade-like wings and silver-black scale armor. In, the materialized magnetic field supports their actions.

Steel pterosaurs have come to the depths of the Byson Mountains.