Volume II: Prelude to Good and Evil

Beginning 1

How long will it take for a once prosperous city to be destroyed, a year, a month, or a day? It only takes one night to destroy the commercial building that was once known as the tallest building in the world, and the sky seems to burst into colorful fireworks. When the picture freezes, the night sky is gorgeous and colorful, and the city is sad and miserable. The picture is frozen on the projection screen, a handsome man with a beard is staring blankly at the freeze-frame picture on the giant screen, the fashionable and somewhat greasy brown and yellow four-six points hairstyle can see that he cares about his hairstyle very much, but he really doesn't like to be clean. Wearing a black leather jacket and leather pants, this man has a bit of bohemianism.

He stood there for a few seconds, and then looked at the black kid who paused the image with an exaggerated expression and a surprised tone, but the black kid was dressed more youthfully, and a loose sports shirt and short-legged sweatpants made him a little out of place in this cold winter.

"Hey, boy, where did you get these things? This is a hundred years ago, the beginning of the conflict between the good and evil camps, which was blocked by both alliances! Tell me, where did you get it?" asked the bearded man with his hands in front of the black boy's computer and a somewhat flattering smile.

"Uncle! you've asked enough questions, how many more questions do you want to ask for a hundred goodness coins, I said, I'm just a fortune teller, I've already given the answers to the questions you want to ask, and the above ones are for you!" The black boy looked up at the freeze-frame image on the giant screen, and gave him a smile helplessly, "Goodbye, uncle!"

"Uncle? Ahahaha! You actually call me uncle? Believe it or not, I overturned your broken house? You can be a soothsayer at a young age, can you deceive the old men and old ladies at the door, can you deceive me?" The bearded man shook his hair handsomely, and when he spoke, he stuck out his tongue from time to time. "I want divination, did you give me the answer? You actually gave me this person's information?!"

The bearded man slammed a freshly printed piece of paper in front of the black boy, on which was a picture of a thirty-year-old man, with a name written on it: "Juggernaut!" and a brief list of information about the name below: "Juggernaut!130 years old, mutant orc, leader of the Dominator Alliance... ”

"Boy, I asked you who could save the world, and you told me he was the master? Joke! This man is leading his alliance to wipe out the Alliance of the Good Guys, if you're still a human being, can you say he's the one who saves the world?" said the bearded man who pulled out a black pistol from his waist and held it against the black boy's head!

The black boy slowly raised his hands, but he was not afraid, his eyes were fixed on the gun pointed at his head, this black gun was twice as large as the ordinary barrel, and two flame patterns on the wall of the barrel protruded on both sides of the barrel, and on the back side of the barrel was painted a beast's head, and on the other side was a burning flame.

"You!you!You're an orc-burner?!Oh my God, you're an orc-burner!!That's great!" The black boy finally saw the appearance of the gun, whether it was pointed at him or not, and jumped up in high spirits! "Hey, brother, let me see! You're an orc-burner? You don't have to hide it from me, this gun has betrayed you, your gun is a meteoric iron gun, hahaha! I know it all, don't think I haven't seen it!"

Looking at the elated black boy, the bearded man sneered and pointed the gun at him again: "You know everything, so do you know that I am pointing a gun at you?" "Brother, don't be kidding, the orcs don't kill humans, your gun is used to kill the evil orcs!"

The bearded man smiled and shook his head, "What a little guy who doesn't know whether to live or die!" he said, inserting the gun back into his waist. "If a soothsayer says so much to a stranger, that you know everything, you are not afraid that I am a Union policeman, and I will arrest you and drink gruel! Say! Little liar, how did you get all this!" the bearded man continued to point to the frozen picture on the giant screen, "And these!" and pointed to the paper in front of the computer.

"Alright, alright, must you say it? But you promise you can't say it, if you do, I'm really going to drink gruel, but it's not bad to drink gruel, it's better than having nothing to eat!" the black kid babbled, and the bearded man reached out and touched the gun at his waist, trying to get him straight to the point.

"Well, I'm not a soothsayer!"

"Not counting?"

"Okay, okay! I'm not a soothsayer, I'm a cyber science researcher, don't I? But I am, I'm smart, I used to be a PhD in cyber science research, but you know that the Union has banned all scientific research, except for the biologists who are trying to cure the orcs! Do you know the parallel world? It's another world parallel to us, or countless worlds, and I just used the inflection point of the parallel world to put the photographic data a hundred years ago... ”

"Hey, boy! my patience has a limit!" said the bearded man and stretched his hand to his waist again, "Okay! Okay! I hacked into the alliance database and found the video data of the year in it, you should believe it this time!" The black boy looked at the bearded man aggrievedly again, the man took off a black leather glove on his left hand and hit the black boy on the forehead one by one, "Parallel world! Doctor! went a hundred years ago! You are a special Internet thief! Say, where did this come from!" The man picked up the piece of paper that had been thrown on the table and placed it in front of the black boy.

"Well, this is a fortune telling, provided by big data, it's very simple, hack into the alliance data, enter the question you asked, who can save the world, just come out with this photo, and then find the information corresponding to this photo, that is, the master! I also wonder, a demon, will save the world? But this person may be the person named Hou San, isn't it? The black boy suddenly pointed to the image on the giant screen with a smile and looked at the bearded man.

"A hundred years later, if that man could save the world, would the world still be like this? You're a complete liar!" the man slapped the black boy on the forehead again.

"Maybe he just hasn't exerted his strength yet, or maybe his dead lover is heartbroken and doesn't want to care about these things!"

"Or maybe he's dead!" the bearded man threw his gloves directly at the black boy.

"Okay! I admit that he may be dead! There is no way, living in such a world, those people always want to find some hope in their own way, such as fortune-telling or something, I will also help them! Just mess up eating!" The black boy touched his head embarrassedly, "You promised me that you couldn't say it, if you said it, you would die!"

The bearded man smiled and took out two hundred good coins and threw them on the computer desk, pointed to the freeze-frame screen of the projection giant screen and said, "Copy these things to me, this money is enough!"

"It's the goodness coin again, you know it's not a common currency at all, and the people in the south don't recognize it! It's not as affordable as a gold coin, and it won't be long before it's two pieces of waste! Unless, tell me what your name is? The orc burner is my dream, tell me, what's your name, or sign my name!" the black boy whispered as he leaned over the bearded man.

"Southside, you still want to go south, and be a villain?"

"Of course not, but it's so hard to mix up here, and a lot of people are starving to death!" the black boy pointed helplessly to the door, just outside his room, and on the side of the street lay a man who was not breathing.

"It's almost the North Pole here, and there's not much food to grow. Aren't you afraid of going south and being eaten by evil orcs? Why don't you go to the alliance's porridge shed and finish drinking gruel!" The bearded man pointed to the tattered tent that had been temporarily erected six or seven meters away from the door, and a black iron pot under the tent was steaming, and a long queue of dozens of meters was lined up behind the iron pot, and almost everyone was trembling with a broken bowl with dirty hands and waiting.

"Hmph! The alliance is just here to show the so-called humanity, if the gruel can be eaten, no one will starve to death!" the black boy also looked at the porridge shed with disdain.

"Hey, each person can only hold one bowl, do you understand, get out of here!" In front of the porridge shed, an old man with white hair and a tattered cotton jacket was hit to the ground with an iron spoon by the soup kitchener. The bearded man and the black boy looked out together. "Look, I'm right, the people of the Alliance are just for show, hey, guess it's the orcs or the people who hit the people?"

"Only people can do that, the orcs of the alliance are all kind!Besides, have you seen a few mutants who can completely transform into human form? If you can do this kind of work, if you are an orc, it must be a donkey-headed man or a kobold!" said the bearded man and walked out the door, "Give me a copy, and I'll be back right away!"

"What's your name?"

"Quinta!" the bearded man said as he walked out the door.

"Quinta Wandering Knight, Quinta my God, it's Quinta!" the black boy looked at the man's back in surprise with an excited expression.

"Are you alright?" Quinta walked briskly to the porridge shed, crouched down, grabbed the fallen old man's arms and shoulders, and helped the old man up. "Thank you, lad, but this will cause you trouble!" The old man had a dusty face and wrinkles that made him think he must be at least eighty or ninety years old, with a silver-white beard that reached down to his chest, and a lock of silver hair that drooped down to his waist.

"It's okay! what's the trouble!" Quinta smiled, picked up the old man's two broken bowls and placed them on the table in the porridge shed, staring at the soup kitchen with wide eyes. The soup chef smiled disdainfully and snorted, "Hmph, it looks like someone is trying to get into trouble!"

It seemed that Quinta didn't want to delay too much, as there were hundreds of refugees waiting for porridge behind him, and he reached out and pulled the black pistol from his waist and placed it heavily in front of the two broken bowls. The large iron spoon raised by the soup kitchen man paused in mid-air as if he had pressed the pause button, and then the iron spoon was put into the large black iron pot and scooped the porridge into two broken bowls.

Quinta smiled and nodded, brought the bowl to the old man, picked up the gun and walked towards the black guy's broken house. The house is a small two-story building, the upper floor has collapsed and only two columns remain, the walls and windows are gone, and the lower layer of the wall is quite solid, but half of the wall skin has fallen off. In such an era, it is good for a commoner like a black boy to find a house like this. Quinta looked up at the ruined appearance of the hut and sighed, then turned to hear two Union police cars with white doves on them rushing towards the street.

"Hey, are you ready?" Quinta ran into the hut and asked him anxiously, and the black guy suddenly became nervous when he heard that the "Union people" had reached 80 percent, and asked Quinta anxiously, "What's the matter?"

"How is that possible! Okay, no? It could be that the soup chef called the police, I don't want to be caught by them for two bowls of gruel!" Quinta kept banging on the table anxiously. "Hurry up!"

"Quinta the Wandering Knight is afraid of the police? You're the first Burner to break away from the two alliances, are you afraid of them? You're damaging my image like this!" the black kid looked at the progress bar on the computer screen and joked with Quinta a little relaxed. "OK! Done!" said he pulled out the USB flash drive from his computer and threw it to Quinta and said "Run!" The two men hurried to the door, only to see that two black police cars had blocked the exit. Two dog-headed orcs with guns stepped out of the police car, grabbed Quinta and the black kid and handcuffed them into the police car.

Outside the porridge shack, the old man with a long beard watched the two kobolds stuff Quinta into the car, and sighed long: "Hey, for two bowls of porridge, as for it?" he shook his head and walked into the alley in the middle of the street.