Triist stared at Bledero's eyes, his keen sense could tell if a person was lying by observing the subtle changes in his eyes, but Bredero's eyes were like an amber gem embedded in his face, reflecting the light, and he looked back at him calmly, without the slightest change.

If what Bredrow said is true, since the state personality can be transformed into a godhead, the godhead has a personality, and a strong country can be transformed into an animal symbol, then it is not absurd that the gods who possess the kingdom of God are the symbols of the human image of a powerful nation.

"Next, I'll talk about the lackeys of the gods, specifically, the chosen people of the gods, priests, mages, dragons, supernatural powers, powerful monsters, evil overlords, and heroes!"

Luo Feng said surprisingly again, but Trist was mentally prepared and didn't show too much surprise.

"God's elect, priests, and mages learn foreign languages—spells and spells—to connect with the gods. Relying on the extraordinary power bestowed by the gods and masters, the people of fish and flesh have become the rulers and superior people on the high, and they can ravage mortals as they like! ”

"No, I've seen old Mr. Ilminster, and he's not the kind of man you say!"

Trist's face was frosty, and he retorted angrily, "He is a wise and benevolent elder who shows me the way when I am confused. How can the ministers and elect of the good gods oppress and ravage mortals, who are also virtuous people, law-abiding and self-purifying? ”

Luo Feng sighed and said, "This is the sugar-coated part of the sugar-coated cannonball, and it is also the most confusing part. They can be philanthropists, polymaths, great heroes, wise teachers, and these images are more conducive to gathering hearts and minds and recruiting believers for the gods. ”

"As long as you don't touch the basic interests of these well-disguised god lackeys, and obediently worship the gods behind them, they can behave more tame than the white rabbit. And once they reach out to their faithful guardian master, the old sage will become a furious berserker, and his silver fire will consume all enemies of the goddess, even if they were once the chosen people of the goddess of magic like him! ”

Luo Feng continued in a calm tone: "I admit that Ilminster is a good man of noble character, but his class position does not distinguish between good and evil, and he firmly believes that mortals need the protection of the gods, and mortals cannot control the power of the gods, and mortals who touch the gods will take the blame for themselves and bring disasters to the world. ”

His tone gradually became eerie: "Man should be born, grow, and die like a lamb under the wings of the gods...... The lambs provide their masters with wool and mutton, and the masters and their sheepdogs protect the lambs from wolves. But the problem is, people are not sheep! There will always be outliers in the crowd. ”

So Ilminster founded the Harpermen's League, a paramilitary organization dedicated to maintaining balance, a stronghold of spies. Do you think the Harpists League is only staring at potential evil overlords who are intent on doing evil? ”

Luo Feng asked, "No, they're just staring at everyone who wants to make a change. In the view of the Harpists League, good and evil should be balanced, like the serpents of good and evil in the creation of the world, devouring each other in chaos, forming an eternal circle, a closed, immaculate, stagnant and still world. Then mortals will be sheep forever, and the gods will live forever! ”

"They are the guardians of the world, guarding the world as it does not change."

Luo Feng looked at Trist coldly: "But is the current world body the perfect world you think, do those beggars, street children, and thieves think this is a perfect world?" ”

Trist felt chills all over his body, as if the cold wind of Icewind Dale was blowing, his mouth was dry, and even his hands were trembling slightly.

He remembered many years ago, when he was still a sixteen-year-old boy, when he learned from his martial arts instructor Zack that his own brother Novan had died at the murder of his own race, and that the Dark Elves were actually one of the most evil races on the continent of Feren.

He also remembered what Zach had said when he told him the truth: "Bury young people under lies." ”

Trist sat back on the couch and looked at the red-covered book in front of him in a daze, a little afraid of it.

"Heroes, dragons, evil overlords, and supernatural beings are not as obvious to the gods as the elect, mages, and priests."

Luo Feng didn't intend to let him go, and continued to spew out evil words: "But don't forget, in this magical world, the fate of mortals is in the hands of the gods, and the coin thrown by the goddess Taimora determines the life of a soul." ”

"The same soul, no one is nobler than the other, but born as a dragon, or born extraordinary, gifted, no one can be defeated in any adventures in life, no one can do evil, and the legend of the life of these great lives will be passed on forever, so that the mortals who look up to them are amazed, moved, and want to emulate but are played tricks and rejected by fate."

Luo Feng pointed at Trist and said coldly: "You are actually just an idol created by the goddess of fate throwing lead-filled dice, but you don't know it, thinking that you are in control of your own destiny by relying on your own struggle." ”

"What kind of struggle is your fight against fate?" Luo Feng sneered and said, "Is it just to escape from the dark region and be a good person and kill a few bad people?" ”

Trist only felt that Bredrow's words were extremely harsh, and he clenched his fists and roared angrily: "Then what else can I do? ”

However, Bredrow's sarcasm is even more harsh: "You can also feel how despicable and inferior your own people are, and how different you are to crawl out of that mud pit?" ”

Trist wanted to pull out his scimitar and fight Bredrow immediately!

The atmosphere in the room was also extremely solemn, and the rest of the Mithril Five were already stunned by the topic they were discussing, they could never have imagined that the great and courteous, erudite, and approachable artist they had met in Icewind Dale could be so crazy.

"Haven't you ever thought of changing the fate of the entire Night Elf race?"

Luo Feng turned a blind eye to Trist's hand pressed on the hilt of the knife, and asked calmly:

"They are not evil elves from birth, nor will they be forever evil at the mercy of Queen Rose. But in the circle drawn by the gods, your people are forever labeled evil, and you are fortunate enough to be chosen as a special case to make the world marvel at what a wonderful fate is. Will you accept this fate in peace, and play the role assigned to you by the gods until death? ”