Seeker of Teyvat

I didn’t chat with Wang Lang for too long.

But the big dogs are so easy to masturbate that people can’t put them down.

It's a pity that Wang Lang probably doesn't want his children to follow the king's path.

A friendly farewell to King Wolf,

Wang Daoyi continued on his journey.

The target, the royal city of Gale Wind.

……

In the land of Gumond, the environment is undoubtedly harsh.

Even Red King's desert is more alive than here.

And it is such a deserted land that still gave birth to many civilizations.

About 3000 years ago, among the refugees scattered on the Hokuriku Icefield, a man named Faruhi led his people to the high mountain area at that time, which was later known as the Longji Snow Mountain.

Unexpectedly, the place was not covered by wind and snow, but remained naturally green and lush.

So they established the royal city here - Shar Fendenir.

The priest's daughter of Fendenir was born under the Silver Tree.

When receiving blessings, the realm of green mountains was filled with joy.

Then, because Fendenir touched the taboo, spikes dropped from the sky,

The Fendenir civilization, which was prosperous for a while, was destroyed.

Snowy civilizations like Fendenir are not the only ones, there are many large and small tribes struggling to survive in the wind and snow.

Most of them could not stand the oppressive rule of the lonely king in the high tower, so they escaped from the snow-shrouded royal city.

However, these tribes basically disappeared in the wind and snow.

of course there are exceptions.

At a certain time period from 2800 to 2600,

A tribe named Gunnhild persisted in the wind and snow.

Gunnhild's father, he couldn't bear the surly tyranny of the lonely king and led his tribe to escape from the wind-roaring ancient city.

The escaped Gunnhild tribe was trapped in the endless wind and snow.

Just when the tribe was in dire straits, the elves in the thousand winds heard Gunnhild's prayer.

The pious supplications of the patriarch's young daughter and the voices of the refugees, which were covered by the wind and snow, condensed into faith.

Faith gathers around the wind elves and brings strength to the wind elves.

He provided a small shelter for this tribe, and gave the power of protection to the chief's daughter.

That's right, this is Barbatos, the wind god who appears for the first time. At this time, he is just a wisp of wind.

Of course, none of this story has happened yet.

Chasing the traces of strong winds and traces of human activities,

Wang Daoyi arrived at the prosperous royal city shrouded in a storm.

It just so happens that a grand sacrifice is being held here.

The ancestors of Mondstadt built huge theaters on the windswept cliffs to worship the gods who protected them.

The form of the ritual was drama, because they believed that their god loved stories and songs.

To be honest, Wang Daoyi didn't understand the meaning of sacrifice.

There is not much beauty in those complicated rituals and rap-like operas.

But those ancient people who were weighed down by the strong wind,

There are different things condensing on them.

Over the centuries, people's gratitude to Diehlappian has almost been exhausted;

The desire for freedom will push them to raise the flag of rebellion against their own gods and raise the butcher knife against the gods who have protected them for hundreds of years.

Grand sacrifices are still held on the rock wall.

But Wang Daoyi no longer had the desire to watch anymore.

This is just a performance by the oppressed people to please their oppressors.

The sad part is that the oppressors don’t care why this show is happening.

In other words, he took it for granted.

On the tower that towers into the sky,

The King of the Tower sits on the throne of God,

His eyes lowered slightly, looking at the sacrifices of all living beings dancing to please Him,

To be honest, Dickapian, like the Lord of Mysteries, doesn’t quite understand the meaning of human sacrificial dance.

But unlike the Lord of Mysteries, who is not interested, Diakrapian accepts all human beings' respect for Him. He believes that this is human beings paying tribute to him.

He has long been used to it,

From the time when the Mongolian people prostrated themselves before Him and prayed for His protection,

He was already used to humans kneeling before him.

The lonely king thinks that this is mankind's love for himself, just like his love for mankind.

"Your Majesty, my god invites you to visit the tower."

Naturally, Wang Daoyi's arrival could not be concealed from Diekalapian.

The royal city shrouded in the storm was originally his domain.

The moment the unknown demon god stepped in, the lonely king knew it.

However, because the Mystic Lord did not hide himself, and even revealed his aura openly, Diego Kalapian did not take action immediately.

It can be regarded as a kind of pride of the lonely king of the high tower. He believes that he can suppress the external demon gods at will.

Wang Daoyi looked at the speaker,

A middle-aged man wearing a green robe and a long beard,

He was obviously blown up by the strong wind, but he still had a look of reverence on his face.

Wang Dao's eyes flickered with light, and he saw a familiar aura on him.

The breath of [Elemental Creation Method],

This middle-aged man should be the priest of Diego Karapian.

And it's the kind of priest who has extraordinary power.

Wang Daoyi still remembers that he obtained the [Elemental Creation Method] in the last temple of Diekalpian.

"You seem to be unable to straighten your back." Wang Daoyi said softly, as if he was asking, but also as if he was just explaining something.

The middle-aged priest did not expect that the strange demon god would say such things to him,

But he was just stunned for a moment before he came to his senses: "Prone before God is the price we pay for receiving blessings."

"The price...is this what you think?" Wang Daoyi's voice was filled with emotion.

As a sacrifice to the devil, the middle-aged man's status among the Gumond people must be very high.

Even he thinks that prostrate is the price. It is conceivable that there is a lack of correct communication between Diego Karapian and the people of Gumond.

Because in Wang Daoyi's view, the word 'price' to describe the bond between the devil and humans is really... dirty.

Just like the red sand people once crawled at Wang Daoyi's feet and were driven by Wang Daoyi as slaves.

But that was only a very short time, only a few months,

Once Wang Daoyi recognized them as his subjects, the relationship between the two parties greatly improved.

The people of Chishu still worship Wang Daoyi, but Wang Daoyi will not ask them to continue to kneel down.

Because the people's worship of gods should be pure, but the word "price" is very impure.

The love between demons and humans is mutual, and the word "price" does not fit its meaning.

"Hey~ let's go, don't keep the Demon God of Storm waiting for too long." Sighing slightly, the Mystic Master motioned to the middle-aged priest to lead the way.