Bear Lord Volibear

But the magic has disappeared, how did he become an undead?If there are too many natural undeads, there are nearly a hundred natural undeads under my house now. When will all the natural undeads become Chinese cabbage?In the past, everyone gathered around and grabbed a natural undead to study what can be wrangling on the committee for three months, but now that there are more natural undeads, there is no problem.

I feel that there is a problem with the fog left over from the salary period. Recently, the red fog has become thicker and thicker, but the blind mentors insist that we have neither died from poisoning, nor can we survive for so long without food. The credit of these red water mists really makes it hard for me to refute.

But they can save us, and at the same time they can save the demons.

The year of the Yuan calendar is 2351, a year in the fog era, on August 7th.

We still left Saipan.

Without transportation and horses, we can only walk on two legs. Without food and water, we rely on the hard tops of the red rain.

Because we don't know the disaster situation in other cities, we don't have a clear destination. We just want to find a safe place to stay, maybe four good ideas to keep going north.

If we can, we don’t want to leave Saipan, where we settled and sheltered us for decades.

But too many things have happened these days, too many disasters, I originally had about a hundred companions, and now only more than 30 people are still with me.

Fire rain, strong wind, nothing more, the big deal is hiding in the ruins, but demons and undead are raging around the city, and strange dreams are spreading in the crowd, more and more people fall into sleep and cannot wake up, and they are still from time to time. Someone suddenly disappeared and reappeared suddenly, even after missing for two days, he thought he couldn't do much to pee, which shows that this place is getting more and more unstable.

Fortunately, Wendy was still here. She was able to use that double-headed sword for a long time. She rushed forward into the group of demons and opened the killing ring invincible. She didn’t see that she was a shy girl before and saved us more than a couple Times.

But her face was getting more and more ugly at the same time. She once confided to me in private that there was a voice in the sword that was constantly tempting her and tempting her to kill everyone, but this strong girl rejected it again and again.

But she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to hold on for long. Her reason had become increasingly sluggish recently, and she wanted to let go of this cursed weapon.

"Continue to protect us with the sword, now only you can protect us."

I said this too much, she just silently accepted my order to leave, and I suddenly felt that I became another person, and I would never force a person so hard before.

Maybe the fog and red rain have changed us, but we haven't noticed it yet.

The year of the Yuan calendar is 2351, a year in the misty era, August 9th.

Wendy went crazy.

She didn't stop after slaying the giant baby with spikes on her skin, instead she continued to swing a double-headed sword towards us.

When she was finally beheaded by me, we were only half of us left, and the others became fragmented organs.

When I hugged Wendy's quiet head, I couldn't understand how she became so wild and fierce. Did that sword drive her crazy?

Or did I drive her crazy?

I found that other people who survived looked at me with the same fear and alert as they looked at the double-headed sword. I guess in their eyes, I am already a lunatic with blood.

But even so, I still can't stop. Someone must live. No matter how many good people are forced to die at any price, someone must live to replace the dead.

"Keep going."

I took the double-headed sword and said to them. At the same time, I finally heard the voice that Wendy said. That voice promised me violence, promised my skills, promised me safety, the only price was to give all of my own.

I rejected it.

But I don’t know how long I can refuse it, one day, one week, one month, one year?I know that I will end up like Wendy in the end.

For this I prepared a poison, as long as I can control my teeth the moment before I go crazy, then it won't hurt other people.

Just in case, this diary is also given to Andrewson for safekeeping. He will record this new era and new history on my behalf.

Extra Story: Above the Ashes

May 5th, Five Years of the Misty Era

To be honest, I was very surprised when I found this diary from the iron robbery soldier in the ruins. I didn’t expect that someone was already recording everything after the moment of the end of the law. Originally, Gwen wanted to use this book as a scratch paper. My hemorrhoids can no longer stand those thatch wipes, but I think it is better to use this precious diary for its original purpose.

After all, although humans eat and drink like animals, the biggest difference between humans and animals is that they have civilization, history, and heritage.

My name is Elichnyder. I don’t have the honorable status of a master in this diary. I’m just a blacksmith. In the most glorious era of magic, mages can create things out of thin air, move mountains and fill the sea. The craft of blacksmithing It was almost on the verge of extinction, but in the end the mages all died, and my rude craftsman survived. I have to say that this is an irony.

mortal.

That's what the masters call me.

They used to be so brilliant. They moved mountains and filled the sea, called the wind and called the rain, resurrected the dead, and reversed time and space. They built a glorious floating city. They tame the sun as a candlelight. They separated the sea to find treasures. They made death a myth. Resident.

They proved that gods are just the spiritual comfort of fools, but don't they already become gods?

It is a pity that these so-called wise men who claim to be gods do not deceive themselves and perish themselves?

They split the camp in order to gain wisdom, fought to prove that they were wrong, and created all the crystallization of wisdom in order to win, and finally this crystallization of wisdom destroyed its creator.

What a huge irony, what a ridiculous fallacy.

What is the difference between these wise men and the frogs in the dry well of my hometown who brag about the sky to earthworms but such?

Okay, I admit that I have a lot of resentment towards those high-ranking mages. If there are mages in the future, it would be great to read this notebook in order to track down the deeds of the foggy age. Those mages’ proud faces should be cursed at their noses. Make them doubt life.

After all, what I want to record next is the lives of mortals, not the glory of the mages.

May 7th, fifth year of the misty era

I almost forgot to keep my diary. I have been busy these few days. I didn't remember until Gwen's hemorrhoids broke out again.

What are you busy with, busy picking up garbage.

There is a small island in the center of Scimitar Lake. We settled there. I have to say that I am a genius. I found such a good place. The threats above are only two horned demons and less than a hundred zombies. After spending three days of cleaning up, it is definitely the most ideal place to live.

The only problem is that it is a little smaller, after all, we have more than 80 people.

After all, this island is too small for safety. Although it is not a problem to rely on fishing for food temporarily, the fish caught recently are getting smaller and smaller. According to the lame old man, Scimitar Lake is a viewing lake. Xin Xiaodao is used as a villa for those who are rich, and the surrounding fish are not rich, we must find other food sources.

So we went to Double Shadow Town to look for it. There is a large ranch in Double Shadow Town. The fire and rain tornado caused many domestic animals to run out, and those demons, undead, iron robbers and monsters have a strange characteristic, which is They are generally only aggressive towards humans and seldom attack animals, so they are almost ruled by domestic animals. We came out this time to explore the way besides finding daily necessities. See if we can catch a few pigs, horses, cattle and sheep. Raised on the island.

My luck has always been good, and I am not referring to the eight pigs harvested this time.

But met a drowning girl.

That's right, this is a monster, a kind of monster born from the mist. Her appearance is actually similar to that of a human being, just like a beautiful woman squatting in a corner and crying.Don't look at them wearing tulle beautiful and pitiful, if someone who is ignorant will take pity and talk to them, they will find that they have no eyes, nostrils and only a mouth. The moment they touch people, they will turn into a huge bubble tightly. Sticking to every inch of human skin drowns people alive.

That's how wild crows died back then.

But later we found out that sand and salt can reshape her into a human form, and then slowly dry out into a skin bag, but before they dry out, they are no different from human women!Depending on the amount of salt, this drying process can be delayed.

At least we can use it to vent our lust, although the scene afterwards is disgusting, but as long as we don't look at it before it dries up, it won't affect our mood.

The four of us enjoyed it for almost three hours, but the salt I did was a little bit less. During this process, it was struggling to drown us, but it was unsuccessful. It just made our enjoyment process wet and sticky and uncomfortable.

I hope I won’t catch a cold when I go back. Although the process feels refreshed, after all, the subject is a monster. If I can find a wife, I don’t need to do such a thing.