To the south of the City of the Cold Winds, the city of the hidden fog, a dark city in the shadows.

As a dark ghost place, the Northland is a terrifying place where no one can enter. In the eyes of Southerners, those who live under the Iron Curtain are monsters, or blasphemers who hook up with demons. No one understands the hardships and history of the Northlands.

In the City of Fog, an endless light mist lingers all year round, caused by the fact that the city was built in a geothermal fountain area. Boiling hot springs gush up all year round, bringing enormous heat and fog to the icy surface. But that's not a good thing.

The hot springs are filled with a strong smell of sulfur, which is a sign of the abyss and purgatory in the eyes of mortals, and the hot springs are a gateway to the realm of demons and demons.

On more than one occasion, humans have wanted to seal off the thermal vents on the surface, but the forces of nature can make such efforts extremely ridiculous. When mortals find themselves easily breached by the springs they have worked so hard to fill for months, the frustration and fear are overwhelming.

However, there are still a large number of residents living in Fog City, just because it is warmer, and there are fewer monsters and demons, which is much stronger than other towns with biting cold winds.

The rulers of Misty City are the Doruiko family, a thriving family with many children. The lord of the city, Dwayne Johnson, has more than a dozen children and more than a hundred grandchildren. There was no other knightly class among the magnates in the city, and only their families were the only ones who dominated.

However, the Doreluck's family is thriving, while the population of Fog City is quite depleted. It is the smallest of the seventeen cities in the Northlands, with a population of just over 10,000. The population has continued to decline in recent years. Why?

"What?" In the hall of heirs in the Fog City, the eldest son of the family, Larry, slapped the table and scolded, "My lord wants us to give the poor ghost more food? There is no surplus food now. Feeding the poor ghosts, what do we eat? ”

The second daughter, Angelin, also jumped up and exclaimed, "Father, we can't consume food indiscriminately. Without food, we will starve. Let those untouchables die. They live like ghosts, and they are not qualified to breathe in this world. ”

The third son, Marmara, also said angrily, "Untouchables, poor ghosts are like parasites, greedy demons, and they will only lie on us and suck blood. We are feeding them, but they are never grateful. ”

There was a lot of noise in the wooden hall, seven or eight children, dozens of grandchildren were shouting, as if a circus clown was holding a meeting, and the head of Johnson Doriyuki, who was sitting at the top, was about to blow up.

"Stop." Lord Doriyuki shouted to the town, and the hall quickly fell silent, "You will make the god of murder angry by this." ”

The lord of the castle then stood up, faced a statue of a god behind the temple, knelt down and prayed, "The Great Dark Sun, the Supreme Lord of Conspiracy, the One True God who is omnipotent." ”

The head of the family knelt on the ground and shouted, and the heirs in the hall also found a place to kneel down to show respect. The crowd cried in and out of praise to Ciric's holy name.

"In accordance with your oracle, we give food and hope to the poor. They were grouped together, ate unimaginable food, wore thick, close-fitting clothes, and lived in warm and comfortable houses.

The poor are now very grateful. I let them work, and they worked. I gave them rest, and they went to sleep. I made them warriors, and they fought bravely. Everything is done according to your instructions, and there is no slack. ”

The univocal prayers of nearly 100 people echoed repeatedly, sounding neat and solemn. When it was over, Johnson Doriyuki asked formulaically, "As a humble and ignorant servant, I hope to receive more instructions from my master." ”

'I hope to receive more instructions from my lord,' the nearly 100 heirs pressed their heads to the floor, and the aftermath of prayer lingered - and as a result, there was a real glimmer of light on the wooden statue, and an oracle appeared out of thin air, slowly drifting down.

Oops, Ciric is real.

In the hall, the faces of the members of the Doruixin family turned pale, and everyone scolded in their hearts - we were just talking, and we didn't think about any obligation. 'Dark day', aren't you tired and panicked when you send the oracle so diligently?

The oracle was about to float in front of Johnson Doriyuki, and his eldest son, Larry, whispered, "Father, don't take it." This must be for us to support the untouchables, so don't take it. ”

The second daughter, Anglin, also shouted sharply, "Father, if you pick up again, what should we do?" If you like to raise poor ghosts, you can raise them yourself, and you can't withhold our food. ”

There was still a vote of children and grandchildren talking about it, and the third son, Marmara, said angrily, "If you knew this, it is better to continue to believe in the goddess of winter." At most, Frost will require some untouchables to sacrifice in the cold wind, and the Dark Sun will kill us. ”

"Shut up!" Johnson Doriyuki turned around and scolded angrily, "If you don't receive the oracle at this time, a thunderbolt from the 'dark sun' can kill me, just like 'Frost' killed your grandfather a few months ago." Can't wait to replace me? ”

The children and grandchildren could only stand silent and watch the head of the family take the falling oracle. It was a white bone with a string of incomprehensible divine words engraved on it.

Johnson Doriyuki held the oracle bone, and the divine word went directly into his brain. Ciric's cold and terrifying voice rang out in the temple through his mouth, "Slaves, I hope that your actions will be as reverent and respectful as your prayers.

The secrets of soul cultivation that I have taught are unprecedented creations, tried and tested, successful examples of rule, and you must strictly enforce them.

As long as you follow my instructions, you will train countless true believers for me. I will also make your family the king of the Northlands and enjoy eternal glory. So don't let me down, because losers don't have the right to live. ”

The oracle is magnificent, and the power of coercion is terrifying. When Bai Sensen's bones were shattered, everyone in the hall was still lying on the floor for a long time. Just waiting for them to breathe a sigh of relief, they all beat the eggplants with frost, listless.

It's over, it's over!

Ciric is indeed a mad god, and it is difficult for mortals to understand its boundless divergent ideas. God knows what it thinks, the murder god who spreads lies and conspiracies, induces carnage and subterfuge?

The key is to waste food to feed those untouchables and poor ghosts, how can you live this life?

Johnson Doriyuki got up from the floor and walked out of the temple of heirs without saying a word. As he stepped out of the temple gates and looked out over the city from the high steps, he saw a vast white hot spring mist and poor ghosts and pariahs busy like the walking dead.

Outside the temple was a low wall, which served as a division between the nobility and the untouchables.

Spearmen are stationed on the low walls, making sure that the vile and ugly untouchables are obedient and obedient and work hard—the environment of the Fog City is not even capable of logging and mining, but there are many treasures in the mud and water gushing from the hot springs.

As for the little bit of the Doruixin family, it has to start from half a year ago. The cause of the source is again related to a guy named Victor Hugo.

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