Dimensional Inventory, the Original God Name Scene at the Beginning

——Inside the palm of the statue of Mond City.

It symbolizes the honor of Mond and represents the supreme wind god, which is an important thing that is elusive.

At this time, Wendy was sitting in the palm of the statue, and Ying was standing on its shoulder.

"It's really hard to find, don't play such charades next time." Paimon complained. "By the way, singer, did you get the wine?"

Wendy said without looking back: "I got it, Jack, what a treasured and precious good wine, it turned out to be only half a bottle of apple brew."

"I really miss it."

"When I saw the scenery here for the first time, I didn't look like this."

There was nostalgia in the bard's eyes.

"No, what does it look like?" Paimon asked curiously.

"About 700 years ago, the seven gods had not yet been planned in the world."

"At that time, Old Mond was surrounded by the hurricane blown by the tyrant, and even the birds were not allowed to pass."

Paimon said: "Old Mond refers to the ruins of the wind dragon, I remember you mentioned it before."

"Yes, the tyrant who once ruled that tower was "Demon God of Tornado" Dekarapian. "

"And at that time, I was just a ray in a thousand winds, I didn't have the qualifications of a god, and I didn't have a human form."

"It's just a subtle elemental spirit in the wind, a ray of "wind that can bring small changes and hopes.""

"Eh? Wendy, didn't you look like this before?" Paimon clicked his chin.

Wendy nodded: "My current appearance, like that Mr. Stanley, is borrowed from a friend."

"I told you a story, traveler"

The bard begins its chants. 】

"The story I'm going to tell begins in Old Mond, a country ruled by a tyrant, where I knew a boy.

The teenager knows how to play the piano and finds his own poems.

But he was born inside the wind wall and never saw the blue sky.

"I want to see the way the birds fly."

The boy's eyes were stubborn, and there was light in his pupils.

But his voice was overwhelmed by the whistling wind, because the tornado only collected praises and left no other sounds.

The real sky, the poems and songs outside the cage, isn't it a wish worth fighting for?

So the boy extended an invitation to me.

"Come with me - crush tyrants and tear down the walls of the wind."

The boy raised the flag of resistance, and I also joined the war for freedom.

The one who breaks through the cage wins all the way, causing the throne to shatter, thousands of winds to turmoil, and the kingdoms to shake.

In the smoke we witness the end of the tyrant, in the ashes we witness the collapse of the tower.

If so—the beginning of a new Mond.

Since then, no one has been on the throne. "

Barbara: "Master Barbatos, you are really great!"

Xingqiu: "The past of Mond City, a new story of a young man's pursuit of freedom, is still sung by Fengshen himself. Fortunately, I didn't miss it."

The Herrscher of Knowledge: "Is that guy who is more foolish than me, so handsome? No, the handsome one should be the boy who stood up and fought."

Mei: "Then we can't deny Wendy's achievements. No one is on the throne anymore, so it must be talking about itself?"

Kiyana: "This image came up all at once. Is it really the same person as Wendy, who is not doing business and fishing and paddling?"

Paimon: "Hmm...it's hard to imagine, this story is about the singer who just competed with Paimon for the sweet flower stuffed chicken?"

Wendy: "Hey, people change, not to mention that bards will be eliminated if they don't keep pace with the times and add fun to everyone."

After seeing the scene in which the wind elf helped the boy break through the hurricane cage and push him to the throne of the tower, and no one climbed to the throne again, the enthusiasm of the Mond people was high.

Barbatos, the god of the wind, will always wind up the wind of freedom and sing in the highlands of Mond.

"Hey~ Everyone is really enthusiastic. It would be great if we could drink some wine now."

The bard sat in the palm of the Fengshen statue, looked bitterly at the fine wine in his hand, and sighed helplessly.

The slight wind blows at night, making the Cecily flower above the head a little bit of light.

Wendy lay in the hands of her idol, and slowly closed her eyes.

Both the storm and the crisis have passed, and the affairs of the Mond people can be handled by the Mond people themselves.

[Inventory of dimensional names and scenes. 】

[Listed by: Barbatos. 】

"Reason for the list: The legends of the past have become the elegy of bards, and the past is buried in the gravel of the ruins of the wind dragon. The god who instinctively ruled Mond, gave up the noble crown, and turned into a friend, riding the wind to roam in this freedom The mountains and rivers are as high as the sky."

"Is it finally here?"

Wendy, who was lying down to sleep, suddenly opened her eyes, looking forward to her reward.

[Reward: If you are trapped in a windless place, I will play the song of the sky. 】

"Effect Description: A free and comfortable wind is always blowing in Mond. When the people who believe in the wind are in a desperate situation, the frenzied wind element will give you strength."

Suddenly a gust of wind rose out of nowhere, centered on the statue of the wind god where Wendy was, and roared towards the whole area of ​​Mond.

The wind blew away the dark clouds in the sky, allowing the stars and the moon to shine again, and the light scattered down the city of Mond.

On the slightly swaying grass, the wind leaves its footprints, bestowing the most sincere wishes on the people on the earth.

——May Mond blow the breeze forever, and may the people who are favored by the wind never be imprisoned in a cage.

"Song of the sky played by the wind? It's really fascinating."

Wendy was still sitting on the hand of the statue, feeling the wind blowing around her, quietly looking at the sky.

The throne of God, the right to rule... Isn't it a kind of cage for that young man who likes poetry?

Taking out the instrument from behind, the bard began to improvise his own poetry with a surge of emotion.

"May the breeze never be restrained, and may the lost ones..."

[Inventory of dimensional names and scenes. 】

[Next: "Salt Flower" - Heulia, the Demon God of Salt. 】

[The inventory will continue later. 【

Chapter 120 Eight Salt Demon God Heulia - Salt Flower

"Cough cough cough..."

Looking at the large characters of the Demon God of Salt, Wendy, who was just about to play a song with both hands leisurely, coughed several times.

What's going on?Morax, Oser, Boreas, Ruotuo Dragon King, Heulia...

Are the current topics so high-end?

This is the period when it heard the most participants during the Demon God War.

Want to be so exciting?

"It's okay, it's okay, the Demon God of Salt is Liyue, and it has nothing to do with me, so let the old man worry about it."

Barbatos, who had just stood up, saw that there was no one around, and then lay down again.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

You are all big bosses, but I am a rookie who can only fish in troubled waters every day.

Let's play, I went fishing.

Ke Qing: "Heulia, the demon god of salt, is another demon god? Isn't that right, is the list of famous scenes being dominated by you demon gods?"

Ning Guang: "It's a matter of reason."

"Odell, who has just recovered, can force the Seven Stars to go all out, and finally sacrifice the Jade Pavilion, and still need to rely on the original seal to suppress it again."

"I don't know what kind of demeanor it would be in the heyday of the emperor?"

Ruotuo Dragon King: "Are you talking about this? Then I have to chat with you little girl. When the emperor went out to fight, he once said..."

Qiyana: "The topic is deceiving, who will explain this demon god of salt?"

Zhongli: "One of the demon gods who fought in the demon god war is the demon god that exists in our area of ​​Liyue."

Kiyana: "That's it? Can't you be more specific?"

Wendy: "That's right, Mr. Morax, you can't keep it private."

"Heulia, the demon god of salt, was in Liyue in the past. You must know about her. Hurry up and tell us more for everyone's pleasure... to understand the truth of the matter."

In the Hall of Rebirth, Emperor Yan, who was still wandering in the world, frowned.

Of course he knew about Heulia, but that wasn't something worth extolling.

At least not for everyone to know.

Zhongli: "If you want to know about that incident, everyone just read on. How can my dictation be more shocking than seeing it with your own eyes?"

Qiyana: "That's what you said, but listening to Mr. Zhongli's tone, why do you have a feeling of wanting to hide?"

Paimon: "Aren't you too lazy to talk?"

Gan Yu: "The emperor must have his reasons for doing this."

Wendy: "If you don't say it, don't say it. Anyway, it will be exposed in a while. Mr. Zhongli, you can't escape."

Kacha~

The guest of the past life hall accidentally broke the cup in his hand, and the tea flowed all over the table.

How does he feel that the guy Barbatos is just watching the fun and it's not a big deal?