The Dark King

July 29th.

The weather is overcast.

The dark clouds were over the huge walls, the cloudy light was covered by the dark clouds, and the air was a bit cold. The pedestrians on the street had put on the heavy winter clothes of the black snow season, and they were wrapped tightly.In the huge squares of business districts and residential areas, the slums, and in front of the shrine of the Guangming Holy See, the staff of the Guangming Holy See was already building a high platform for worship. Two days later, in early August, the first day of the black snow season, It is a routine [Prayer Day]. It is extremely grand. No matter civilians or nobles, they will pray at home or under the sacrificial altar with the temple priests to pray for the great God of Light, blessing and protecting all beings from suffering.

On the top of a towering god fortress on Dega Mountain, several ambassadors were busy building a minaret giant to the highest place of the god fortress. The wind was cold, and the robes of several people's magic robes were shaved, and their hair Drift.

"Hurry up, move quickly, bury the wire first." An old man who was energetic and commanded beside him was Ibiza.

Several gods acted swiftly, pulling the wire down the groove.

"Old Yi, do you say this thing really works?" the other short and thin old man asked casually.

Ibiza shook his head slightly and said, "It's hard to say that when the lightning strikes, I will know that, no matter what, many of the concepts of thunder system magic proposed by this thing know that deep drilling, even if unsuccessful, can barely be included in Samsung magic ."

"That's good." The short and thin old man nodded. "This person should have a very deep study of the amount of lightning. He actually knows how to use the latest plastic materials as insulators. Perhaps it is the work of'Bello'. He has been studying lightning for decades. Now is the time to be promoted to a master."

Ibiza smiled lightly and did not reply. Belo was a friend of this short and thin old man, and naturally favored the latter, but in his view, there are talents in the next generation of many envoys to make this thing. The number of candidates is no less than three. The only thing that regrets him is that he asked several of his students two days ago, but they were not what they did. Otherwise, if this thing is born, he also has a light on his face.

Rumble~~!

At this moment, a low muffled thunder suddenly came from the sky.

Ibiza and the short and thin old man froze a little, their eyes shining brightly, and immediately said: "Quickly prepare, everyone withdraw."

The busy envoys in front of the minaret giant quickly finished the final finishing work, quickly retreated, and left here with Ibiza and the thin old man, and went to another tall building next door, Ibiza and the short thin The old man put on a pair of plastic-protected telescopes respectively, and looked up at the dark clouds above his head. A heavy rain was coming.

At this time, a shrine clerk sent several large oil umbrellas, ready to be used by several people when it rained.

Ibiza looked back, startled, and hurriedly scolded: "Hurry away from this thing, do you want to kill us?"

The envoys standing on their hands also noticed the mistake of the young shrine clerk. When the latter face was blank and nervous, he hurried forward to snatch down the oil umbrella in his hand and threw it fiercely in the back. In the corridor, there is a metal skeleton inside the oil umbrella, which is easy to attract thunder. One of the angels shouted: "Asshole, blind your dog's eyes. If you are going to thunder, dare to let us play umbrellas here. Go get some sets. Raincoat."

The young shrine clerk suddenly realized that he had made a mistake, his face was pale, his legs shivered, he shivered and agreed, hurriedly turned and ran away.

After a moment, Ibiza and others all put on their raincoats and stood on the floor.

Rumble~~!

Thunder and lightning swam through the dark clouds, and a series of electric snakes passed through the sky, illuminating the gloomy sky and earth suddenly, like an instant day.

The short and thin old man stared closely at the minaret giant on the opposite floor and whispered: "The thunder god irons you have arranged will wait for a while, and the thunder will be lower, and it will definitely hack."

Ibiza snorted, squinting at the spire giant.

boom!

A thunder suddenly sounded.

The air pressure in the air decreased, and the humidity gradually thickened. After seven or eight minutes, Ibiza felt a cold nose, but a drop of disaster rain fell. He looked up at the sky and immediately put on his rain cap, quietly wait.

Bang!!

A sturdy purple thunderbolt ran across the sky, seemingly raging, violently splitting a purple electricity from the middle, and suddenly struck down the metal pole on the top of the spire of the spire with a dazzling purple light Twisted more than ten meters away from the crowd, it seemed that the giant minaret was a god's hand, grabbing the electric snake from the clouds, clutching it in his hand.

The pupils of Ibiza and others contracted, and I only felt a slight tingling on the skin and scalp. A layer of goose bumps was aroused throughout the body, and the blood in the body could not help but speed up. This was not only shocked by the wonderful picture in front of me, but also It is also stimulated by the static magnetic field attached to lightning.

The electric light stayed on everyone's retina for less than two seconds, and then gradually disappeared. The spire giant was still intact.

Ibiza and the dwarf elder raised their binoculars to watch, and found that the giant minaret was not damaged, and the ground underneath was not different. He couldn't help but jump in his heart, knowing that this magical work was successful!

boom!

Another thunderbolt fell down, hitting the minaret giant, and wrapped around the metal pole.

When the lightning disappeared, the ground remained unscathed.

At this time, the rain is getting bigger and the thunder and lightning are more fierce.

Rumble~~!

When the thunder sounded, there was a thunderbolt pulled from the air and hit the spire giant. The ordinary lightning rod naturally cannot have such a high lightning rate, but in order to verify the effect of this lightning rod, Ibiza arranged around the lightning rod A large amount of thunder god iron greatly increases the chance of thunder. At the same time, due to the giant wall inside the wall, it has some impact on the climate. The height of the cloud layer is generally lower than that outside the wall. This is also one of the major natural disasters. Sake.

In the continuous lightning strike, the lightning rod was unscathed.

Ibiza and others watched the pictures of thunder and lightning shining more than a dozen meters away from time to time. From the initial shock, they gradually indulged in the magnificence of thunder and lightning, like watching a great art exhibition.

The rain lasted for more than three hours. Ibiza and the short and thin old man and others stood in the rain and watched for more than three hours. Even the highest master of opera, or everyone in music, could not let them stand in the rain. Watch it for three hours.

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In the castle.

The oil lamp on the wall burned quietly, and the fragrant light warmed the whole hall. The windows were closed everywhere. The rain fell gently outside the window. The two maids stood quietly in one place, and they could see that the two stood Legs and feet are a little sour, but still insisting secretly.Cage and Ginise, Lao Jin and others were sitting on the sofa, eating the newly purchased fruit, Du Dean stood in front of a window, gently opened a slit in the window, looking at the crystal rain outside, although it looked Clean and bright, but when the rain falls, you can see that the water is pale black.

This is not all because the ground is too dirty.

"Master, are you cold?" Nicotine stepped forward, respectfully.

Du Di'an did not look back, said quietly: "Come here."

Nicotine was stunned, but stepped forward.

Du Di An said: "What do you see?"

Nicotine looked at the gap outside the window slightly, glancing a few times, wondering: "Rain?"

"Where does the rain come from?"

"This, of course, came from the dark clouds."

"Where did the black cloud come from?"

"Uh... this slave doesn't know."

Du Dian was slightly silent, seemingly lost, and murmured in a low voice: "Have you ever thought about, what is the meaning of our human beings to survive?"

Nicotine was stunned, his eyes flashing, and said: "This kind of philosophical question, the house slave can't understand it, the house slave only knows that my meaning is to serve you well. Although there were many offenses and rebellious hearts in the past, they are now older , I don’t want to fight anymore, I hope you can trust me again."

Du Dian withdrew his gaze and glanced at him. The two looked at each other. Nicotine's gaze was calm and full of sincerity.Du Dian glanced back and patted his shoulder. He said, "Go prepare a carriage for me, and I will go to the Lane family."

"Yes." Nicotine even said respectfully.

Cach and others heard Du Dean going out, and Lao Jin said: "I will go with you too."

"No need to."

Catch cut the fruit and said casually: "I went to the Ryan family every night these days, and it was only dawn when I returned. Could you be a fancy girl in the Ryan family?"

Du Dean glanced at him and said nothing. When Nicotine was ready for the carriage, he immediately put on a raincoat and got into the carriage.

At the door of a butcher in a remote town on a horse-drawn carriage, Du Di'an spent two silver coins and bought a two-hundred-jin iron backed pig. This is a higher-grade pig in pigs, and has a relatively strong meat quality, similar to beef.

Just like last time, Du Dean asked the butcher to slaughter the iron-backed pig and put it into the carriage, then drove the carriage to the outskirts, leaving the carriage in a small town post hotel near the fortress, allowing the boss to take care of the carriage. Clean up.He himself dragged an iron-backed pig who had long been thrown in a grass outside the town, and flew away by night. After a while, he came to a remote place in the fortress. As he expected, it was raining and patrolling on duty. It is relatively loose and the fortress is remote. The savages have never attacked here, resulting in a good number of garrison troops here.

Du Di'an carried the iron-backed pig over the fortress quickly and quietly. The weight of two hundred pounds was like a weapon for him. It was not heavy. When he stole past the fortress, he quickly followed the night. go with.

A moment later, Du Dean came to the place where the little ripper was raised. He got into this desolate building, opened the hole covered by the branches on the ground, and jumped into the basement with the pig on his back. Sleepy little ripper.

When he landed, the little ripper heard a movement, his head slightly raised, and looked over. After seeing Du Dean, he squeaked a few times, seeming to be a little excited, rubbing the cage gently with a sickle arm. Clinking.

Du Dean pulled out his dagger, cut off the pig's trotters of the Ironback Pig, and threw them into the gap of the tungsten steel cage. The sickle arm of the little cleaver suddenly swarmed up, and immediately cut a trotter into seven or eight segments. , Use your mouth to eat from the ground.

The dagger in Du Di'an's hand is a dagger for killing monsters. The iron-backed pig is like a tofu. It easily splits its body and throws it into the cage to feed the little cleaver. Now just a few days later, the carapace on the little cleaver The color is slightly darker than before, but there is still a layer of unbleached primary nail color on the carapace, which looks like the paint is unevenly applied.

Du Di'an has seen the little slayer who was killed by himself before. The opponent has only been in five days. The color of the whole body has already become very deep. The carapace and the sickle arm look very strong and strong, but this little slayer Some are miserable. It has been four days. Not only has the body not grown much, but the color of the carapace has not completely transformed. The main thing is that the food I eat is too poor in nutrition.

"Little guy, obediently, after a few days I will kill your mother, we can go outside the wall together, and I can also let you enjoy a little freedom." Du Dean said to himself while throwing pork at it.

The little ripper quickly ate the pork thrown into the cage, eating it with pleasure and excitement. After all, this is its only meal every day.

After a few moments, the little cleaver was fed. Du Dean put on a raincoat and took off a small sachet hanging from his neck. Unlike other sachets, it contained no spices but dried plasma shells of the cleaver.

After leaving the basement, Du Dean returned to the wall by night.

After several round trips, Du Dean was already familiar with the route. Half an hour later, he bypassed a desolate mountain range. In vain, he saw a black shadow swaying at the foot of the mountain in front of him, like a ghost.

Du Di'an felt sullen in his heart and looked at him. He couldn't help but stunned. I saw that in the drizzling rain, the outlines of these black shadows were connected to each other. Holding a strange long rod weapon, he moved quietly in one direction.

Du Di'an jumped, savages?He quietly plucked the grass and moved closer to the past. He immediately saw the appearance of these people, tall and low, but his skin was dark and rough, just like the people of remote tribes such as India in the West in the old era, with a collar of animal teeth hanging on his neck. Holding beast bones and sticks inlaid in his hand, and a good short knife at the waist, it seems a bit unsuitable.

When Du Di'an saw these short knives, he suddenly thought of the short knives he picked up outside the wall last time. His face changed slightly.

I saw that these savages didn't have raincoats, and let the rain rain fall on them.

At this moment these savages walked to a steep overgrown wall. The foremost savages plucked the weeds away and drilled in. The rest of the mermaids penetrated, and after the last person at the end entered the weeds from the opposite side. If it weren't for seeing these people entering here, Du Di'an estimated that he was passing by and would not have noticed that there was a savage den.

He sniffed softly. Although the rain water diluted the scent, he could still smell a mixture of human and beast. He remembered the scent and turned away quietly.

Although the people in the fortress always hated the savages and regarded them as enemies outside the country, he did not feel too strong for Dudian. The enemies in his eyes were only monsters. If he did not have enough benefits, he did not want to provoke these savages. He, the savages are no worse than the forces inside the fortress.