Game of the World Tree

"Resist! We must resist! Overthrow the nobles and the Eternal Church, and establish a fair and beautiful country like the Freeland of the Maple Moon!"

In a tavern in Mannia, an apparently drunk man said angrily.

His voice was loud and loud, and he could hear it clearly in the small tavern, causing the people around him to cast fear, admiration, but also a bit of alienation and pity.

Almost instantly, there was a lot of empty space beside him, leaving only his companion looking horrified, pulling his sleeves nervously again and again, while glancing in a certain direction of the tavern, he couldn't help but be anxious. He reminded in a low voice:

"Are you crazy!? The guards are drinking over there, and when they hear your complaints, they will come to arrest you in a while!"

Hearing the words of his companion, the drunkard burped.

He didn't know whether it was because he drank too much or was too angry, so his red eyes stared at a silver-armored guard sitting on the other side of the tavern who also had a lot of empty seats. His eyes seemed to be deep. There are endless flame jets.

"What if you get caught? The big deal is death! Rather than being forced to death by the new tax bill and conscription law, it is better to stand up and resist! It's all death, in Doloria Castle, maybe you can still look like Lord St. John That will be remembered by the world!"

The alcoholic growled angrily as he beat the table with his fists.

After listening to his words, the eyes of the people in the tavern were very complicated.

As if thinking of a series of recent events in the kingdom, a sad mood spread in the tavern.

The drunkard's whining continued, roaring and weeping as he drank.

Affected by him, the mood of the tavern guests also became obviously lost and sad, and under the sadness, what was suppressed was dissatisfaction and anger...

One after another, the voices of discussion sounded faintly:

"But... what can we do? The nobles are too powerful, and we have nothing..."

"Yeah, one magic of the noble master can raze this entire tavern to the ground, how can we resist?"

"No! Can't resist if we're weak? I think he's right, no matter how weak we are, we have to take a piece of meat from these abominable noble pigs and church dogs!"

"Or the Church of Life is right, they are obviously the children of the empire, why do they have to be superior, why do they have to be superior to others and oppress us?"

"That's right! The greed of the nobles and the Eternal Church has no bottom line. If we don't resist, our situation will only get worse!"

"We must resist! We must overthrow this rotten country!"

The more people said it, the more excited they were, the more angry they were, and in the end, the whole tavern seemed to be ablaze with the anger of the common people.

It wasn't until the guard sitting on the inside stood up that the tavern suddenly became quiet.

Only the extraordinary can serve as guards, and as the Mania guards loyal to the empire, they are also hounds kept by the royal family, nobles and the church.

For a time, everyone's eyes were focused on the guards, with strong hostility, dissatisfaction, and fear hidden in the depths.

The guards did not pay attention to the sight of these civilians.

He stared at the alcoholic who complained first, his eyes deep.

Feeling the guard's gaze, the drunkard glared at him and roared:

"What are you looking at? Don't you want to catch the followers of the Church of Life? Don't you want to catch the rebels? Come and catch me! You lackey of the church and the empire! Bah!"

The guard frowned and walked towards him, but was quickly stopped by the flattering tavern owner:

"Mr. Knight, Mr. Knight, calm down, calm down, don't worry about him being an idiot, I know this guy, he's very honest on weekdays, and he definitely drank too much today! Don't have the same knowledge as him..."

At the same time, several young townspeople who had just been talking and also showed a strong dislike of the nobles and the church also stood up, either standing in front of the drunkard, or standing with him.

The guard raised his eyebrows and walked past the tavern owner.

The commoners on the alcoholic side calmly picked up the wine bottle and fruit knife on the table, and some people picked up the stool.

They stared at the guards as if they were facing a great enemy.

A tense atmosphere began to spread in the tavern.

"Come on! Noble's lackey! Let me see if you bastards of the guard are really as powerful as the legends!"

The drunkard cursed with red eyes.

For a time, the smell of gunpowder in the tavern became heavier and stronger, and it seemed that a fight could be fought at any time.

The tavern owner's expression changed slightly, he looked left and right, and quickly stopped the waiter and ordered something, and the waiter hurried out.

However, just when everyone thought a battle was about to break out, the guard just reached out and patted the drunkard on the shoulder:

"Calm down, my friend, it's pointless to just rely on blood."

After he finished speaking, he didn't look back and walked out of the tavern, but when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said:

"Besides, I'm just a guard, not a noble, nor a monk."

Then, his figure disappeared from people's sight.

Only the dazed alcoholic and other civilians were left, as well as the relieved hotel owner.

After a while, a soldier who was obviously dressed as a mercenary walked in under the leadership of the waiter. His eyes wandered around the tavern, and he frowned:

"Where are the guards?"

"Gone, gone."

The tavern owner said fearfully.

"gone?"

The mercenary was stunned.

Then, there are some doubts:

"Can those bastards leave so peacefully after the conflict?"

"Who knows...I don't know when such a dreadful day will be..."

The tavern owner sighed.

"Hey, if the noble pig and the church dog can't be cleaned up, it will never be a head!"

The mercenary sneered.

The tavern owner was stunned for a while, as if he did not expect this mercenary who is said to be often employed by the Empire's officials and has a good relationship with the Mania City Guard to say the same thing.

...

On the other side, the guard who left the tavern turned left and right, and soon turned into an inconspicuous alley in Mannia.

He went deep into the alley and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

Inside the door, there was a vigilant question.

"It's me, Bowen."

The guard's voice was low and authentic.

The door opened quickly, and a young man appeared and said in surprise:

"Captain Bowen, you are here!"

The guard named Bowen nodded slightly.

"Is the teacher here?"

he asked.

"It's already here, waiting for you inside, and there are new guests today."

"New guest?"

Bowen raised an eyebrow.

After speaking, looking at the excited look of the other party, he moved in his heart:

"Wouldn't it be someone from the southwest side?"

Seemingly finding that he had missed the point, the young man hurriedly covered his mouth with an exaggerated expression, then slowly lowered his hand and smiled mysteriously:

"You'll know when you see the instructor."

Looking at the young man's secrecy, Bowen laughed.

He shook his head slightly and walked into the door.

The young man looked around vigilantly after Bowen entered, and finally closed the door quietly.

Entering the door, through the living room and corridor, Bowen came to the deepest room.

"Teacher, Captain Bowen has arrived."

The young man knocked on the door, respectfully.

Immediately afterwards, a full-fledged voice came from the door:

"come in."

The young man stepped aside, while Bowen took a breath, adjusted his armor, and pushed in the door.

This is a small conference room with a small and beautiful statue of a goddess in front, and in front of the conference table is a middle-aged man in a white priest robe.

I saw Bowen kneeling on one knee, reaching out and drawing a standard scepter symbol on his chest, and said solemnly:

"Bowen, deputy head of the Empire's Seventh Guards Corps... I have seen my mentor!"

"Don't be so restrained, all are followers of Lady Goddess, and all are comrades in arms who fight for ideals."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly.

After speaking, he looked straight again and asked seriously:

"Your Excellency Bowen, is there any news from your side recently?"

Bowen sighed softly:

"Since the implementation of the new law, it has become more and more chaotic. Before I came here, I almost had a conflict with people in the tavern, and the reason was just because I was a member of the Guard Corps."

"The anger of the people is hard to suppress..."

Hearing his words, the middle-aged man let out a long sigh:

"No way, the nobles and the Eternal Church have never really regarded ordinary people, especially the broad bottom people, as their fellow citizens. This is the tragedy of the empire and the tragedy of mankind."

Then he asked again:

"By the way, what happened to the Legion?"

Bowen looked solemn:

"In addition to the regiment leader's cronies, 70% of the soldiers are willing to join the righteous side at the most critical moment to fight against the rotten empire!"

"Very good! With your participation, we will definitely overcome the darkness and usher in the light!"

The middle-aged priest was overjoyed.

After listening to his words, Bowen said with emotion:

"You also know that the vast majority of the Seventh Guards Legion we are responsible for staying behind are selected from civilians. Everyone has long been dissatisfied with what the empire has done in recent years."

"It's all for the future..."

The middle-aged priest sighed softly.

And Bowen thought about it for a while, and said worriedly:

"However...Teacher, our 7th Guards Legion is too weak. Even if we all join the resistance army, I am afraid it will be difficult to defeat the power of the nobles and seize control of the parliament."

"So, we have to find a stronger power!"

The middle-aged priest said firmly.

Bowen's heart moved:

"Teacher, I heard Joffrey say that there are guests today? Is it related to this?"

The middle-aged priest smiled slightly:

"This is what I want to say next. You have always been curious, who did I learn the teachings of the Goddess Crown? Today I will introduce you to my former mentor..."

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the back door on the other side of the conference room.

Bowen was curious and quickly followed.

The back door of the conference room leads to a small courtyard, and in the courtyard, a leafy oak tree is planted.

Under the oak tree, a tall red-haired elf was holding his hands behind his back, admiring the fountain not far away.

Elf? !

Bowen's eyes widened, then his spirits rose.

"Lord Demacia, Bowen is here."

The middle-aged priest said respectfully.

Demacia...

Hearing this familiar name, Bowen was slightly taken aback.

He vaguely felt that he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Until the middle-aged priest reminded:

"Lord Demacia is one of the editors of the "Church of Life". He has extremely high attainments in the theoretical study of the Church of Life. It is he who recorded the legendary story of Lord St. John and opened up the wisdom of the people for us!"

It was him!

Bowen suddenly realized, and then in awe.

I saw him kneeling on one knee and bowing respectfully and excitedly to Demacia:

"Life Believer Bowen...I have seen Lord Demacia!"

"Haha, don't be so polite, don't be so nervous, we are all believers under the goddess' crown, we are all a family."

Demacia laughed.

Don't say, when this unscrupulous guy is serious, he is really a bit of a dog-like bluff.

Feeling Demacia's refreshing attitude, Bowen's heart was even more respectful.

The middle-aged priest bowed and said respectfully:

"Lord Demacia, I was discussing with Bowen just now. Although we have decided to resist, our strength is too weak. Even if we add Bowen's rebellion, I am afraid that we will not be able to defeat the high-level or even legendary occupation. The nobles of the..."

"You said before that it would bring us new powers, do you mean that the Elf Forest will send the Elf Chosen Legion?"

The middle-aged priest and Bowen looked expectant, but Demacia shook her head gently:

"No, the crisis of the human world, the history of the human world, of course, it is best for human beings to solve and rewrite it."

"ourselves?"

The two were slightly taken aback.

"Do you mean, do you mean that we have any strength to fight for?"

The middle-aged priest's eyes lit up.

"It is more accurate to say that they have been won over, and what is being done now is to allow them to be liberated and join us."

Demacia replied with a smile.

"liberation?"

The two looked at each other, puzzled.

And Demacia smiled and asked meaningfully:

"Two, you say... Where is the place with the largest number of Transcendents in Mania?"

"Imperial Parliament? Most of the nobles are extraordinary people with good strength."

Bowen thought.

"Do not."

Demacia shook her head.

Saying that, he turned around and looked in a certain direction:

"In Mania, the place with the most extraordinary power is not the parliament, nor the palace, but there."

The two followed his gaze and saw a towering and gloomy castle.

It was the castle where the political prisoners and pagans of the Holy Mania Empire were held, a prison that was said to never be breached, and it was also the highest symbol of the authority of the entire Holy Mania Empire, Dorolia.