Chapter 62: How can the sparrow know the ambition of a swan?

It seemed as if the whole world was celebrating the disappearance of the power of hell. On that night, there was no cloud in the sky, only a silver full moon shining on the earth, darkness and blood were gone, and the influence of the severe winter gradually dissipated. When spring came, the entire wasteland was filled with vitality, and the glory of hope flashed in the silver.

"Winster, your strength?" On the way back, Prince Northrend and several generals walked far ahead. Li Zhi and Stewart had something to say, slowed down and followed them far away. Northrend and several generals did not feel it, but Stewart, as a legendary field, had more and more knowledge and could feel the changes in Li Zhi.

"President Stewart, I gave up an opportunity to become a legendary realm." Li Zhi said to Stewart. There was no regret in his words, but it seemed to be talking about an ordinary thing. "The legendary realm is the king of the forest, the fiery lord and other legendary realm." Stewart suddenly understood everything. "The bird in the forest, his sky is just a treetop, and for the eagle, his sky is only higher. However, the legendary realm, I am afraid no one in this world will give up this opportunity except you and me."

"Haha." Li Zhi walked forward quickly, spreading his hands, as if he was learning from the birds to fly, and as if he was embracing the whole world. "How can the sparrow know the ambition of a swan?" His path was not only the legendary realm, but the higher sky. Even if he reached the highest point, his steps would not stop. He had great ambitions that surpassed everything in time. How could a mere legendary realm be worth it?

"How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?" Steve recalled Li Zhi's strange pronunciation. Although it was not Candras's language, his ambition clearly conveyed the meaning to him. "How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? How can everyone in this world understand our true goals and how can we understand where our eyes are? Haha." The figure gradually faded away, leaving only Steve's old but heroic voice.

In the middle of the night, Northrend's figure appeared in front of Roger Fortress. At this time, the gates of Roger Fortress were wide open. The newly established simple camps before the fortress were already densely filled with people. They could see clearly in Roger Fortress. The heroes won. They gathered here to welcome the heroes' return. When they saw Northrend's appearance, everyone cheered.

Seeing the cheers of countless people in front of the fortress, Northrend looked back, and Winster and Stewart followed slowly behind him. He was really like a pawn who was leading the way in front of a big man. In fact, isn't that the case? What is the prince of a country compared to the two legendary fields, the strong man like a demon king?

"His Highness Prince Northrend, are you back from extermination of the fire lord?" Chasi, the leader of the barbarian who stayed in the fortress, asked loudly, her voice loudly, suppressing everyone's cheers. Before the fortress, on the walls of the fortress, the eyes of countless people gathered their eyes to the Prince Northrend's temple that was walking in the front with this question and answer.

Northrend took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Such glory should have been his, but he raised his right hand high, as if he was to welcome a big man into the car. He would fall and his body move away: "Mr. Winster defeated the attack of the Bishuboth Immortal Blade Legion, and he defeated the projection of the Fire Lord."

With Northrend's words and his movements, everyone's eyes gathered on Li Zhi who was walking behind. For the name Winster, the entire Westerma Kingdom is no stranger to both civilians and nobles, and for the people in the Roger Fortress, it is even more thunderous. Winster's rescue of 100,000 refugees with one hand happened next to them. Now, he not only saved 100,000 refugees, but also defeated two hell lords. Such a person, the resurrection of Tarasha hundreds of years ago, was just like this.

Tarasha was dead, but Winster appeared before them alive. "Winster." At some point, a soldier in the fortress shouted loudly, and Winster's shouts were heard. Whether it was the Kingdom soldiers, the Paladins of Sakalam, or the gathered refugees, they would not be stingy at this time to give their heroes the highest respect in the form of cheers.

"Winster, Winster!" People cheered while waving their hands. The voices of countless people gradually gathered into neat pieces, constantly stirring up like waves and attacking Li Zhi. A month later, it was almost the same place. Li Zhi felt the cheers like mountains and seas again. The last time was redemption, but this time, wasn't it?

There was no joy or sorrow, and he raised his hand and the cheers stopped in this gesture: "You should not cheer for me alone, you should cheer for all the heroes. Without them, there would be no victory today. Marcus, the bishop of Sakalam, fell under the evil minions of the demon before the victory."

"I just managed to kill the angry fire by chance. Without the sacrifice of Bishop Marcus, and without the help of His Highness Prince Northende and President Steve, all this could not be done. Today's glory does not belong to me, but to all the dead and living heroes. Today, let us cheer for them together." He put his hand down and pointed at Prince Northende.

"His Highness Prince Northrend, as a prince, he will enjoy endless wealth and glory in the future, but he ignored his superior life and traveled thousands of miles to Candras, and even ignored his noble life to fight against the powerful Lord of Hell. Compared with him, what is Winster, I?"

Seeing Li Zhi pointing his finger at him, admiring his nobleness to the entire Roger Fortress and commending his achievements, Northrend's original unhappiness suddenly disappeared without a trace, and even his eyes when he looked at Li Zhi completely changed. This Winster's power makes people look up to him, and this spiritual morality is also convincing in life.

"President Stewart, a strong man in the legendary realm, has a long life that can live with heaven and earth. The invasion of hell has nothing to do with him. No matter whether we are enslaved by demons, it has nothing to do with him. But for us and for us as a whole, he resolutely devoted himself to the battle with hell regardless of the possibility of his long life. Compared to him, what is Winster, I?"

"Biography of Marcus, as Bishop Sakalam, has a respectable status and ignores a superior life. He devotes himself to the struggle against hell. In order to defeat the demons, he even sacrifices his life. Compared with him, what can I do?" What can I do in Li Zhi say in three consecutive days? His figure not only did not decline in everyone's hearts, but became taller. The eyes that were concentrated on him not only did not weaken, but became more and more crazy, even the paladins who were somewhat hostile to Heradim.

"Biography of Marcus died in battle. Patriarch Urban and several other bishops Paladins? Why didn't they come back with you?" Chasi asked in confusion. She had a unique vision. When she heard Li Zhi's words and thought about it, she found a good opportunity to attack the Sacramental Court of Sacramentalam. Although she didn't know the process, Li Zhi's words did not mention Patriarch Urban at all, but only mentioned a dead bishop. Patriarch Urban did not come back together. Where did Patriarch Urban go? I'm afraid he was a deserter, Chasi sneered in his heart.

Chasi's words made Northrend discover the implicit meaning. Although he didn't know what Urban was going, he heard from President Stevo that they had escaped through the realm space and did not return to the fortress at this time. If Chasi's question was not raised, many people would just think about it in their hearts, but once it was raised, everyone's eyes were focused here. Even the left-behind bishops and paladins were wondering why Patriarch Urban hadn't come back and wanted to know the answer.

"The Hell Lord is powerful, and there are 70,000 to 80,000 Hell Legions on the side. The Patriarch of Urban encountered a setback and retreated for a moment. Why, the Hell Lords were defeated. Haven't they returned to the fortress yet?" Northrend sneered in his heart, not saying escaped, but only saying retreated, saying the truth, but it deepened the image of Urban and his group escaping. Sakalam, you have grown up by faith. If you have no faith, what is it?

As soon as Northrend said, everyone in the fortress fell on Paladin Sakalam. How could they, who were always arrogant, bear this gaze. "Your Highness Prince Northrend, you are lying, how could Patriarch Urban escape?" Gris, the leader of the Paladin Order, retorted loudly.

"As Prince Westerma, I don't need to tell this lie. The situation was critical at that time, and they did escape. Even if Patriarch Urban was here, I can say that, and that's the truth, Mr. Winster, President Stewart, and everyone present can prove it."

"Knight Gris, do you think that Sakalam is the current one? As usual, Archbishop Murazart and Bishop Marcus, they all defended Sakalam's dignity with their lives. However, Patriarch Urban, I said that he retreated lightly. The fact is that, there is no need for any argument. Mr. Winster, I am really embarrassed. A welcome ceremony was messed up by the group of people who were the head of Pastor Urban. Let's go to the city and we must celebrate Mr. and the president tomorrow." Northrend said to Li Zhi apologetically.

Gris and the Paladins stopped talking, and they could not say anything to refute when Northrend asked back. Murazart and Urban had a long dispute. Murazart always believed that Sakalam now was no longer the Sakalam church that came to the Kandras continent. He was full of thought to reform the sects and was very supportive in the new generation of the church. It was no longer new to fight with Patriarch Urban for a long time. Knight Gris and most of the Paladins in the camp were originally Murazart. Northrend said it and said it.

"Captain Gris, why don't you continue to refute? Northrend is slandering our church." Bishop Aeglas, who stayed behind, asked. Gracem did not speak up and suddenly responded: "Biography Aeglas, Prince Northrend is right. Now Sakalam is no longer the Sakalam when he came to Candras. Bishop Ron has several bishops' actions. Is it worthy to be a pastor who will shepherd all living beings on earth for the sake of the Lord and guide people to the path of light?"

"You and I are both civilians, but don't you know how the civilians live now? Is it true that Urban said that believers can go to heaven by faith in the Light? Bishop Ron said that civilians are born with sin, and faith in the Light is atonement, but isn't it ridiculous to be able to be atonement by spending money? In the church's territory, the civilians charged up to 70% of the food tax. They cannot eat enough, they cannot wear warm clothes, and they still have to buy atonement for their children?"

Gris asked several times in a row and silently said: "Agras, if you were a person like Bishop Ron, I would feel ashamed of you and would not say this at all. Agras, Prince Northrend is right. The current Sacrament of the Sacrament has changed, and they have even forgotten the meaning of light. Look at the current Sacrament, which part of the diocese run by Archbishop Murazart, can you see any light? I didn't see the light, but I saw endless darkness, and the civilians struggled in the abyss."

Aglas silently, what Gris said was true. After a long time, he replied: "Article Magister Murazart has gone." Gris picked up the warhammer in his hand, and the holy light shone on the warhammer, and endless power was released from the warhammer, and a hidden pressure rose out of thin air. "One Murazart is dead, and countless Murazarts stand up, and I, Gris, is the next Murazart."

"Gris? Have you broken through the fifth-level power?" Agras looked at Gris in disbelief. Gris actually broke through the fifth-level power without saying a sound. "Yes, I have already stepped into the sixth-level legend. Are Agras and Patriarch Urban and others, as Prince Northrend said, we will soon know that if they really become deserters, would you be willing to fight with me for the light in our hearts?"

"For the light in our hearts, even if they did not escape." Aeglas said excitedly. As the bishop of the Holy See, he followed the Patriarch and knew clearly that there were several legendary strong men in the church. He also saw Murazart's struggle. However, Murazart's power is too small, and what if he wants to change and does not have enough power?

"Gris, you want to find an opportunity to go back to the Holy Court. Bishop Ron and his behavior has been unaware of it. If you return to the Holy Court, you will definitely get his support. Moreover, if you step on the legend, you will have the qualifications to carry the armed forces of the heavens. Grass, as the bishop of the central government, I know more, especially the armed forces of the heavens. The Holy Court has always had a rule that the paladin who step on the legend or the bishop can be promoted directly to the archbishop, second only to the pastor, and can get the armed forces of the heavens. From legends to the legendary realm, as long as you become the archbishop and advance to the legendary realm, our light can be shining."

"Architect, Heavenly Armed Forces, Legendary Realm." Gris said happily. "If I can enter the Legendary Realm, there is nothing I can't do, even if I can't defeat Urban for a while, but in my long life, it is enough for us to change. We cannot change everything, but it is enough to do our best to change what we can change."

"Gris, you are wrong with this. If you are a legend, your life may be long, but no matter you or I will never do it, I ask you, was the previous Patriarch not a legendary realm? But where is it now? Which Archbishop of the previous generation is not a legendary realm? Where are they now?" Agras said, only silent for a long time. "Time is too late, but life is short, for the sake of light, even if it is ignited, isn't this the way for our Paladins to sacrifice?"

"Mr. Winster, President Stewart, please sit down and take a rest first. I have arranged it. Now is a special period. If Northrend has any inadequate hospitality, please forgive me." After that, the scene at the gate of the fortress, the spontaneous welcome ceremony also ended with everyone's contempt and suspicion of Sakalam. Northrend led Li Zhi and Stewart into the fortress with cheers.

The environment of the fortress is not good, but after all, it is the prince's room and all kinds of facilities are complete. Li Zhi found a sofa-like seat and sat down. The sofa was made of beast skin. I don't know what was filled in the sofa. It was soft and comfortable to sit on it. It was not much different from the sofa in the main world. Stewart also sat next to Li Zhi.

"If the prince has anything to say, it is true that Heradim can be rebuilt, and the support of the Westma royal family is indispensable. Yesterday, Lasvia visited my territory, and during this period I also discussed some cooperation matters with her, but she could not decide on many things and had to come back to discuss with His Highness the Prince before she could decide."

"Cooperation?" Northrend thought for a while and nodded: "I don't know what matters are being discussed with Lasvia? Since Mr. has arrived here, he can tell me directly, and he doesn't need Lasvia to come back to discuss with me."

"It's all commercial matters. Since His Royal Highness the Princess has gone there, she can't let her run away in vain. And just listening to me, how can we decide how things can be decided? His Royal Highness Lasvia comes back and talks with His Royal Highness, and then we will make a decision. But I have something to negotiate with the prince now." This is a good opportunity to sell the communication equipment in advance, and Westma will also be the biggest customer of this equipment.

"I have recently studied alchemy and have achieved an achievement that can realize the entire shelter world. Even the two sides can communicate freely and in a timely manner, and it can be popularized. I wonder if the prince is interested in this achievement?" Northrend was very interested immediately, and Steve was the same.

Although remote communication is not impossible now, how can one or two witchcrafts be compared with popular communication facilities? Several people immediately started talking about it. However, Li Zhi had no samples at this time, which means he had to wait for the sample to come out before he knew what was going on. After discussing this matter almost the same, Li Zhi decided to leave.

"Mr. Winster is really leaving so soon? The banquet to celebrate your honor has not been held yet." The matter about the communication network is almost the same. Now I am just waiting for the samples to come out. In Li Zhi's opinion, the so-called party is really not necessary to attend. Just as he did before, pushing the credit to others will not only not damage his reputation, but will make people respect it. The same is true for this party. If you don't attend, the effect will be better, and it will be more noble and respectful.

"The credit is all for everyone, and it has nothing to do with me. Just hold a celebration party for them. My territory has just been established, and there are many kinds of things. I don't know how many things will be accumulated after I leave for a day. Hundreds of thousands of people are waiting to ask me if I want to eat and drink, so I will not stay any longer. When the territory is built, if His Royal Highness has time, it is better to come to my territory. I will definitely treat it well. Once I make the communication witchcraft props, I will send a sample and discuss the specific affairs at that time."

"President Stewart, I'll leave first. If you have any needs or important matters to discuss, we will contact you later." Li Zhi nodded to Stewart, regardless of His Highness Northrend's retention, opened the portal and left without looking back, leaving Northrend standing in the room in a daze.

"President Stewart, in life, he seeks either fame or profit. What exactly does Winster want? It is far away to say that he saves 100,000 lives with one person and restores production. Such a large investment, but no output, is really not like for profit. He said that he is fame, and he killed the Lord of the Fire Lord, and he drove away Bishuboshu, but he pushed all the credit on us, and even did not attend the dinner celebrated for him. Such a person..." Northrend shook his head and did not continue.

Steve did not answer, and what flashed through his mind was the sentence Li Zhi said before: "How can the sparrow know the ambition of a swan?" Thinking of this, he felt that there was no need to attend the celebration banquet. Once he stepped into the field, he felt that the world was extremely vast, and countless mysteries were waiting for him to explore and attend a flashy banquet, which was a waste of time.

"Your Highness, I have a problem in my practice that I haven't figured out yet, and I have no intention of attending the banquet. Mr. Winster is right. The credit is not owned by one person, but the credit of everyone. I will not attend the banquet anymore. I will leave first. Regarding the next plan, I will discuss it when Patriarch Sakalam comes back." After saying that, Steve turned around and left, with a back flowing in Northrend's eyes.

"There are all the strong men in the legendary realm, the legendary realm, and the legendary realm?" Northrend murmured, walking back and forth in the room for more than ten times before stopping.
Chapter completed!