◎Resist, children◎
Winry, Arthur, and Bank looked at each other.
The atmosphere was extremely strange, and the air seemed to be frozen.
The next day, three young demons sneaked into the library and dug out all the historical records related to the demons.
However, there is nothing written in the book; history is as clean as a blank sheet of paper.
"The most suspicious thing is that nothing happened." Bank put the book back and looked back at everyone.
Wen Li suddenly remembered a demon elder: "I know who to ask."
She stood on tiptoe and whispered in the ears of her two friends. The latter showed a surprised expression, then nodded, and the three figures quickly disappeared in the library.
The sound of horse hooves was endless, making clear and powerful sounds in the empty canyon.
Collins, wearing a cloak, rode in front, Winry in the middle, and Arthur and Bank brought up the rear.
Saye, who was shot by an arrow, was tied up and put in an iron cage prepared in advance, and was dragged forward by Collins' horse.
The gate of the capital is right in front of us.
The orc guards were about to stop the three people, but unexpectedly, Doge appeared on horseback. He gave some instructions to the guards. The latter hesitated at first, but when he saw Doge's face, which was so gloomy that ink seemed to be dripping out of it, he was so scared that he opened the gate in an instant.
Collins nodded slightly to Doc, who understood.
A group of people passed by each other, and the horses' hooves raised a lot of dust.
The closer you get to the center of the capital, the denser the crowd becomes.
The Demonic Gulash Festival will begin at 12 noon, a grand festival to celebrate the end of the old year and welcome the new second year.
At that time, countless fellow demons will flock to the capital to celebrate, and they will also appear in front of thousands of eyes with Saya.
Boom, boom...
At 12 noon, the sound of heavy bells rang out across the Saye Continent.
Whether orcs, demon hunters or Haman, everyone wore their most beautiful clothes, ran out of their homes happily, and prepared to welcome a year full of hope.
A scream pierced the sky.
"ah!!!"
People hurriedly looked towards the source of the scream, only to see a thin female demon hunter pointing forward in horror, her muscles twitching constantly, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.
Following the direction of her finger, the demons all looked over and saw Saye covered in blood standing on the rooftop!
What happened?
Why is the great Saye bleeding?
Countless questions popped up in their minds, but before they could open their mouths, four figures suddenly appeared behind Saye, who was almost unable to stand up, shocking them!
"It's Collins! Collins, the traitor's son!"
"Winry? Winry, why are you there?!"
"Arthur, you bastard, get off me now!"
"Damn it Bank, are you trying to turn the tables?"
The people on the rooftop remained unmoved by the shouting, cursing, and the endless exclamations of other spectators.
“This is the Sayyid you believe in.”
Collins was not afraid of the hostile looks from below. He pushed Saye, whose hands were tied behind his back, and walked forward step by step.
"Is a guy who doesn't care about the lives of his compatriots and only wants to build war machines really worthy of your faith?"
The audience erupted in protest in an instant. Some called him the son of a traitor, and some cursed him for betraying Saye. Waves of protest surged up one after another, as if to swallow him into the abyss of the sea.
Collins's eyes were calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
"Have you ever thought about where your father and mother are now?" he said.
"Or do you remember why they left home?" he asked.
"Think carefully about those memories you have forgotten."
His words were resounding, clear and powerful, as if carrying an irresistible magic power, which made the crowd that was still shouting shut up almost instantly.
The people in the audience were suddenly shocked.
Yes, they also have parents, but they seem to have always forgotten this, as if something is deliberately keeping them out to prevent them from prying.
The creepy feeling spreads all over the body like ants. People gradually realize something and want to say something, but they don't know how to say it.
Wen Li scanned the expressions of everyone in the audience one by one, and finally fixed her gaze on her mother's face, which was more terrified than anyone else. The latter's pupils widened and she kept shaking her head at her, but she smiled slightly and stood from the back to the front.
"Everyone, my name is Winry, and I'm a Hamman orc."
"When I was little, I loved pestering my father to tell me stories about the demons, Saya, and the Shia continent across the sea. I learned a lot from my father's stories. He was like a mountain of knowledge, guiding me as I grew up and giving me a complete sense of security."
"But one day, he was captured."
"My mother cried and begged them to let my father go, but they didn't listen at all. Instead, they chopped off my father's hands and feet on the spot. My mother was shocked and terrified, but she still mustered up the courage to rush over. They kicked her away and stabbed her in the neck."
"Blood spurted all over the ground... My father was dragged away by force, and my mother also fell in a pool of blood."
Wen Li choked up and looked at the people in the audience. Those guys who had previously shouted that they were traitors and bastards were now all staring in silence.
She knew everyone was waiting for her to continue.
But her story is over.
"Afterwards, I never saw my father again, and my mother was seriously injured. But fortunately, I possessed the gift of the Haman orcs. I managed to stop her wounds without knowing what was happening, and now she's doing well."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Li felt everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
Her mother was still standing in the crowd, but her face was already in tears.
This was a memory that had been buried for many years. She had forgotten it, and her mother had forgotten it too. But later, during a long conversation with her mother all night, both of them recovered their memories of that day.
They realized that this was an ulterior motive.
Her mother wanted her to remain silent, but Winry chose to expose everything.
She watched her mother cry with her eyes red, and her heart was extremely tormented, but she still stood firmly on the rooftop.
Then it was Arthur and Bank's turn to speak.
Every time they revealed their stories, the audience felt colder under their feet.
However, some demons remained skeptical. Several burly orcs shoved their way to the front row, axes raised, in rebuttal: "A bunch of evil-minded little creatures, you dare stand on this rooftop and question the great Saya? You're such great storytellers, why don't you go and deceive the humans across the sea? You traitors! It's a shame Saya took such good care of you. I'll eliminate you on Saya's behalf!"
As he said this, he rushed to the rooftop.
Collins' eyes were slightly cold, and a chill emanated from his body, which startled several orcs.
When did this guy become so powerful?
Before they could take another step forward, the next moment, everyone saw a body that could not be told whether it was a human or a ghost slowly walking out from the backstage.
She was covered in blood and lumps of flesh, and the veins in her legs were clearly visible. With every step she took forward, she twitched violently. Her hands were like duck bones, with her five fingers stuck together, and she walked unsteadily. What was even more uncomfortable was that her eyeballs had been gouged out, leaving only two empty bloody holes facing everyone.
Everyone found this scene shocking, and some demons even felt a little disgusted and couldn't help but turn their heads away.
But then someone in the crowd shouted.
"mom……?"
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