Chapter 927 The Essence of Tyranny

"Arebeth de Timarande! Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing?" An old priest who looked to be in his seventies or eighties glared angrily while covering his abdomen that was cut open by a sharp blade.

He could not believe at all that the paladin, who was once regarded as the embodiment of justice and virtue, would turn into the current image full of hatred, anger, and violence.

"Crazy? No! I just saw through your ridiculous tricks of self-deception! What justice! What order! It's all a lie! Otherwise, when those mobs killed Vanswijk, where was the so-called justice? What about the so-called order? Where is it?" Aribes grabbed the other party's collar and asked loudly with a ferocious expression.

"You are too extreme! What can we do in that case? Go against thousands of people, and then bloody conflicts break out? Justice and order are not to create conflicts, but to make more people tend to To be kind, don't push them to the opposite side." The old pastor retorted through gritted teeth, holding back the severe pain.

Compared with those young people who regard dogmas and slogans as truth, he has rich life experience and undoubtedly knows very well that whether it is justice or order, compromises are often required.

Especially the ignorant people who are incited must not use force to suppress them unless absolutely necessary, otherwise it will cause strong resistance and the negative impact of subsequent events.

But the focus of Aribes is not these, but two words - fairness.

That's right!

It was the unfair treatment of Vanswijk that gave her uncontrollable anger and hatred.

Staring into the old priest's pale gray eyes, Aribes directly pierced the sharp sword through the heart, letting the blood spurting out dye the armor red, then threw the warm body aside and murmured to herself: "Escape and weakness are no excuses! Since the God of Justice cannot bring justice! Then I will complete my revenge myself!"

"No matter what you do, I will always be with you."

Eleanor cut off the head of the young paladin with a sword, stepped forward, raised her left hand stained with blood, and gently touched her lover.

"Even if you will fall into hell after death?" Aribes smiled and blinked.

"Yes! Even if you will fall into hell after death!" Eleanor responded without thinking.

The two stared at each other like this for a full minute, then reluctantly separated and continued to slaughter the remaining people in Neverwinter Castle.

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"Wow! It's so touching.

Isn't it? "

Valindra, who was far away in Mandane Manor, saw this scene and immediately pursed his lips, his tone full of playfulness and ridicule.

Zhang Cheng shrugged noncommittally: "Don't be so sarcastic, this is just two lonely souls clinging to each other for warmth. With this close relationship, they will go further and further on the road to darkness. You have to understand that humans are a special species who are afraid of being alone and need a little care and love."

"Really? Why do I feel that you seemed to enjoy the scene just now?" Valindra asked with a half-smile.

"I really enjoy it! Don't you think it's very pleasant to watch a bright and holy soul fall into darkness? What's more, Aribes is a symbol of this city, and her fall will make the entire Neverwinter The city is still in despair for those who have hope for the future. Remember, dear, although power and tyranny can make the weak people surrender, they cannot break the hope and persistence in their hearts." Zhang Cheng said meaningfully own understanding of conquest and domination.

Indeed, the gathered people are an extremely powerful force, enough to scare and frighten more than 99% of the rulers.

But the problem is that this force needs a smart enough leader to truly exert its due power, otherwise it will be a mess.

Just like the Dark Middle Ages in Europe, the people at the bottom were obviously worse than dogs, but they did not dare to resist the brutal rule of the nobles.

Because almost all knowledge and force are in the hands of the nobility, and the spiritual world is in the hands of the church. When the two are combined, even if some peasants who cannot survive occasionally launch an uprising, they will soon be suppressed due to lack of strategic vision.

People who lack the leadership of intellectuals have no basis at all. This is why there have been so many peasant uprisings in history, but in the end it is often some nobles and intellectuals who establish new dynasties.

The ending of the insurrectionists who came from the lower class was even more ironic. They either transformed themselves and joined these people, or they were used and thrown into the toilet as toilet paper and flushed away.

Valindra nodded thoughtfully: "I understand! As long as the heroes in the hearts of kind people are destroyed, the fire of hope in their hearts will be extinguished. In this regard, any physical punishment , are far less effective than a mental shock. In the years when you were away, Luskan often publicly executed the spies of the Harper Alliance and the traitors who helped them. Over time, there was no longer a place for these guys to survive."

"That's right! Habit is a very scary thing! No matter how cruel the rule is, as long as the people at the bottom get used to it, they will slowly accept it. The most important thing is, don't let them have hope. Without hope, they will settle for the status quo. , because change means uncertainty, no one knows whether it will get better or worse next. In addition, if you want to make Luskan a real country, you need to unite some forces, whether it is businessmen or Well, it doesn’t matter if it’s the slave owners who run the manors. In short, we need to make them feel that they can participate in politics. Only in this way can national consciousness and national consciousness be formed.”

Zhang Cheng obviously knew about Valindra's ambitions and pointed out Luskan's weaknesses openly.

After all, if there is no people without national consciousness and national awareness, no matter how strong it is now, once problems arise, it may lead to division, or even direct disintegration and destruction.

But if you have these two things, even if you are defeated and decline one day, there is still the possibility of making a comeback.

"After this battle is over, I will gather the merchants and slave owners to form a big council as you said. But before that, we still need to defeat Waterdeep City. Entreri sent a message not long ago After receiving a piece of information, the lords of Waterdeep City began to summon allies to form a coalition. At present, more than 60 nobles have responded to the call, and the number of troops has increased from 8,000 to 25,000."

"Twenty-five thousand people? Awesome! The souls of these people after death can definitely condense a powerful priesthood for me. War, what a beautiful word, I really hope to see the scene of corpses everywhere soon..."

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