"Mr. Bredrow, you are a great artist who has been blessed by the gods many times, and has accumulated countless wealth......

Trist looked at the artist in front of him who was holding the red book in front of him, and couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want to preach the truth in this red book to make mortals rebel against the gods?" Aren't you afraid of angering the gods, losing everything, and even sinking your soul into hell and burning in the eternal flames? ”

"Trist, why did you betray the Spider Queen Rose and the Duchaden family in the first place and escape from the Dark Regions?"

Instead of answering him, Bredero asked rhetorically.

"The thick darkness unnerved me."

"Like you, this world in a cage by the gods also disturbs me, but I have nowhere to escape, so change it!"

Trist is caught in the biggest problem of his life in a hundred years, he knows that there is an abyss in front of him, and if he steps over it, he will be crushed, his soul will be destroyed, and even his friends will be killed.

He didn't have many friends on the surface, and the few friends he felt like family.

Bredrow's description of the "great cause" may be the only path that can change the fate of the mortals of Feren, but it is more likely to be a desperate path to destruction.

An ordinary soul, even a heroic soul, is as humble as dust in front of nearly a hundred gods.

In the souls of mortals in the Faren Continent, there is an invisible shackle, and the indisobedience of the gods has been deeply imprinted in the genes of every Faeron intelligent life, and this "common sense" has long been ingrained in the generations.

A question swirled in his mind, and Trist couldn't help but ask, "Why did you choose me?" With your prestige and wealth, can't you build the new country you speak of yourself? ”

"Trist, I chose you because I can't do it, and you can."

Bledro said seriously: "Even with the guidance of this book, if the leader of this cause is not a person who is truly full of love for the land of the Pheren Continent, a person who can truly pretend to be the people of Feron in his heart, a pure person, and a person who is free from low-level interests, the path of this cause will only go astray in the end." ”

The artist's acclaim put the dark elves to shame, and he knew that he was nowhere near the noble character that Bredrow described himself.

"Trist, I know you have concerns."

Bredrow said earnestly: "The most precious thing in man is life, life is only once per person, you are not afraid of death, but you are afraid that you will take the wrong path in the future." ”

"Think about it, if you are still following the original trajectory of life, when you are old like old Mr. Ilminster, when you look back on the past, will you regret that you wasted your time, will you be ashamed of doing nothing?"

"When you are dying, you may have gone through countless adventures, but the world is the same, and what you do is just a false name. Can you say that my whole life and all my energies have been devoted to the most magnificent cause in the world – the struggle for the liberation of all the mortals of Ferron? ”

"I think that in the continent of Faeron, the title of 'hero' is just a class title set by the gods, and it is not fundamentally different from a lord, a king, a nobleman, or a mage, and the characters who really meet the definition of the word 'hero' are 'revolutionaries', fighters who change the fate of the mortals of Faeron, so that the people of Faeron can be truly liberated, and can transform the world and transform themselves by labor."

Trist hung his head and was silent, he felt that he was about to be convinced, but he couldn't open his mouth to accept, he knew how heavy the responsibility he would have to shoulder once he agreed, and he would weigh the entire Faeron Continent on his shoulders, which was not a weight that a mortal could bear.

Braderow could see Trist's inner struggle, his pain already written on his face.

"Actually, you don't need to have such a big burden."

He patted the Dark Elf Ranger on the shoulder, "Someone once said that before you do big things, you have to set a small goal. The goal of liberating the continent of Feren is too ambitious, and even defeating Rose to liberate the Dark Regions feels unattainable, so set the goal to liberate Mosobre, your hometown. ”

Trist looked up, and he looked at Bredrow quizzically.

The "cause" described by the mysterious artist is immensely grand—the overthrow of the gods, their lackeys, and the rulers of all the kingdoms of the continent of Faerun, and the establishment of a new state in which the people themselves control their own destiny.

And now, he has set himself a goal only to liberate the city of Morsobre, a dark region city with a population of more than 30,000 and 20,000 dark elves.

Of course, he also knew that with himself and the Mithril team, compared to Mosoblay City, they were like grasshoppers shaking trees, and their strength was not at the same level at all.

However, compared to what was said before, it is not a completely impossible goal.

Bredrow smiled and said, "As a well-known artist, I have accumulated a little wealth in the past few years, and I have exchanged these damn gold coins for metal ingots, cloth, grain, wood, magic crystals, gems, and alchemical raw materials during my travels...... and other resources, I also gathered a few talents, and collected a lot of dwarf and dwarf science and technology drawings. ”

As he spoke, Bredrow took out several dimensional bags and showed them to Trist.

"I have only one request for you, to return to the Dark Regions and conquer the city of Morsoblay, and I will do my best to help you in the process. The day you break through the city of Morsoblay, I will be gone. ”

Morsoblay, where Trist was born and raised, he had been away for a long time, but every brick, stone, grass and tree of that city was deeply imprinted in his mind, it was his homeland, his homeland.

He didn't want to go back there, there were so many sad and terrible memories, and he wanted to go back there, a conflicting feeling that had been permeating his journey to the surface.

At this time, Trist had just finished his adventure with the Shattered Demon Crystal, and had not yet started his adventure to defend the Mithril Hall.

The Dark Ranger was shaken by the artist's fallacies, but he did not turn his back on his faith, and Mericei's doctrine that all intelligent beings can coexist in harmony with nature without destroying each other is very inclusive and does not fundamentally conflict with Bredrow's revolutionary teachings.

"I need time to ......" Trist shook his head, "I can't give you any reply right away, your words are so sensational, I need to think about it." ”

Bredrow nodded, put away the dimensional bag, and said, "Of course, before making a major decision, it is the right thing to think carefully. ”

He got up to send Trist and the Mithril Four out, unlike Trist, who hung his head and was silent, the Mithril Four looked at Luo Feng as if he was looking at a madman, full of hostility and suspicion.