3,000 years ago, the continent of Teyvat was in the midst of the Demon God War.

At this time, Mondstadt was still in a cold era covered with ice and snow.

After experiencing a brutal fight between demons, there were only two demons left in the entire Mondstadt area.

One is the demon god of tornadoes, Diakrapian, and the other is the chief culprit of Mondstadt's constant snow and ice, the North Wind Wolf King, Andrius.

The two demon gods are both demon gods who stand at the top of Teyvat, and their every move can affect the natural environment.

In order to compete for the last position of the God of Wind, Andrius brought down wind and snow, and the cold frost devastated the people living here.

Diekalapian couldn't bear the severe cold of the blizzard for his people, so he used wind to build a high wall to withstand the endless wind and snow outside.

Inside the wind wall, the climate is suitable and people can live and work in peace and contentment. Outside the wind wall, the wind and snow are raging, and people can only freeze to death in the wind and snow.

The world inside the Wind Wall is Mondstadt, and the world outside the Wind Wall is the North.

In this way, this aloof king maintained the wind wall that enveloped the entire Mondstadt alone for nearly 400 years without interruption for a moment.

400 years later, the people of Mondstadt believed that the Wind Wall restricted their freedom and was a tool used by the lonely king to oppress them.

As one of the three major families in Mondstadt, the Gunnhild family was the first to turn their backs on Mondstadt and led all their clansmen to escape from the Wind Wall.

But the severe cold and cold wind outside the wind wall prevented them from even opening their eyes.

Just when everyone thought they were running out of ammunition and food, hope appeared.

Gunnhild's youngest daughter, with her devout prayers, hope appeared.

It was a ray of hope and hope.

The wind gradually transformed into a wind spirit and appeared in front of Gunnhild's eyes.

The wind elves responded to their hopes and built a temporary shelter for them with the power of faith.

Gunnhild, who had escaped death, looked at the wind elf, and the fire of hope in her heart burned again.

They led the sylphs back to Mondstadt.

After that, the war for freedom broke out.

And the wind elf also met the most important friend in his life.

That friend was a bard. He taught the sylphs to sing, taught the sylphs to play the piano, and taught the sylphs to feel poetry.

When the Free War broke out, the poet and the wind elves rushed into the tower along with the rebels.

But they were surprised to find that Dickapian, known as the Lone King of the Tower, did not have a single servant in this huge tower.

He was the only one sitting quietly on the top of the tower.

The rebels reached the top of the tower unimpeded and came to face their "tyrant".

The lonely king sat on the highest throne, quietly looking at the group of rebels who were his own people before him.

There was regret in his eyes.

High in the sky, he also saw that within the wind wall, a free war of resistance was breaking out in every inch of land.

The lonely king seemed to realize his mistake.

The leaders of the resistance army were shouting hoarsely about the imprisonment they were subjected to.

The lonely king just listened quietly.

He stood up from the throne and looked directly at the rebels below.

"I know." Diehlappian said expressionlessly.

The rebels were puzzled by the behavior of the lonely king.

Diehlappian raised his hand and waved his hands, instantly summoning an endless storm.

This powerful storm surrounded all the rebels.

"What about now? Do you still want to resist? Do you still want to pursue freedom?" Dickapian asked calmly to all the rebels.

"I will give you one last chance, give up resistance now."

"Otherwise, we will end up being torn apart by the storm." The lonely king used the most ferocious words, but there was no ferocious expression on his face, and there was an indescribable look in his eyes.

Everyone in the resistance remained silent, and many people flinched.

In the end, the poet bravely stood up, and the wind elves also stood up.

They inspired everyone with their poems and strengthened everyone's belief in freedom.

Everyone's belief was once again aroused.

"We are fighting for freedom. If even freedom is oppressed, then we will fight to the end."

"Freedom is the highest belief."

"Our freedom is indestructible."

They hold high the flag of resistance, they have high morale, and they are not afraid of oppression.

Diehlappian, who was expected to be furious, actually had a smile on his face.

His long hair was flying wildly in the strong wind.

"So that's it, I see your belief." Dickapian breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he already knew that the moment his people raised the flag of resistance, he had already lost.

Total loss.

And his final cruelty was just a test of their determination.

As soon as the lonely king raised his hand, the storm became more violent, but it did not harm any of his subjects.

The storm is also gentle.

In the storm, the wind spirit was swept away by the lonely king.

"Say your name, Wind Elf." The lonely king looked at the Wind Elf in front of him and seemed to recall something.

It was a windy and snowy night, and Dickapian, who was once a sylph, got lost in the wind and snow.

At this moment, a touch of green appeared in the pale wind and snow, and a hunter appeared.

It was he who saved the endangered sylph.

Since then, the wind elves have been following the hunters, hunting together, living together, and avoiding danger together.

The wind elf once asked the hunter why he wore green in the pale wind and snow. Wouldn't it be easier to hunt in white?

Faced with this question, the hunter raised his head and looked up at the starry sky and replied: I want the land of Mondstadt to no longer have pale wind and snow, but to have green vitality.

Then, they defeated the so-called Demon God together, and the Wind Elf became the new Demon God, while the Emerald Hunter slept forever in the pale ice and snow.

Their agreement has not been completed and can never be completed.

Since then, the aloof king has tried his best to create his ideal Mondstadt, watch over this green and vibrant Mondstadt for him, and protect Mondstadt's people for him.

A "tyrant" loves others.

But the sylph seems to have done something wrong...

This time, the wind elf seemed to see his former self.

A drop of clear tears streaked across Diekalpian's handsome face.

"Wendy." The sylph replied with a determined expression.

"Very good, Wendy. Now, I will hand over the authority of the Demon God to you. I hope you can help me build a Mondstadt that the people really want."

"It seems that I have always done something wrong before..."

"Hopefully, you won't make the same mistake we made."

Under the shocked eyes of the wind elf, this aloof king gave all his power to himself.

"From now on, you are the newly born Demon God of Mondstadt, the Demon God of Wind, Barbatos."

"In addition, go and sing about me as a tyrant. This is the final contribution I can make to the reborn Mondstadt."

At the end, the "tyrant" closed his eyes and slowly fell down in the storm.

The wind slowly lifted the king of wind.

He lies in the wind, and he leaves in the wind.

"Hunter, it seems that I really did something wrong...

The wind seemed to twist.

I failed to fulfill my agreement with you, not even the final agreement.

But fortunately, there is still a chance.

The successor has been found, I saw it, what burned in his eyes was what I once had, and now I can have a good rest.

By the way, I have to meet you again, and I don’t know if you have prepared poultry for me to be roasted in the snowstorm. You will prepare it for me every time, right?"

At this point, the "tyrant" came to an end in exchange for the "free" Mond in later generations.

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Chapter completed!