A few days later, it was DR3714-2-8. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

That night, the bitter north wind blew across the dead lake, carrying ice slag and snow into the human stronghold by the lake, whistling through the streets and alleys, making the wooden and stone houses creak. The flickering light of the fire came through the cracks in the house, reflecting the swaying figures on the snow, not only did not bring the slightest warmth, but also made the surrounding environment even more eerie and deep.

Although it was dark and cold outside, the Changshui Bar was warm and lively, like a different world. Guests gulped down their drinks and made a loud noise, girls danced a sexy pole dance on a small round platform, and several waitresses in aprons were busy.

At this moment, in the noisy crowd, a square-faced man was sitting alone in the corner, his hands on his chest, his eyes fixed on the empty wine glass in front of him, as if he was in deep thought.

A few days ago, a hunter claimed to have found an underground shelter left over from before the Great Nuclear War in the depths of the cemetery, hoping to recruit his teammates to explore. A friend of his joined the expedition, but they never returned. It's been almost a month, and there is still no news. Expeditions to underground shelters can be safe or dangerous.

The Southern Necropolis has many similar underground shelters, all of which were built before the Great Nuclear War. But in the war that followed, the entire southern continent was destroyed. High levels of radiation penetrated the soil, penetrating the thick reinforced concrete, and even shelters located deep underground were inevitably infected with radiation. Most of the people who lived inside died, and only a small fraction survived. Under the influence of strong radiation, their bodies mutate and, over the course of many years, gradually lose their human minds. He became a "living dead" who had no life and no death, and relied on animal instincts to act.

They have no thoughts, no language, and cannot reproduce, but they are extremely vigorous. In the absence of food, they can go into eternal hibernation. Moreover, their strength is extremely powerful, according to the standard of Templar combat power, even the lowest-level living dead have the combat power of the Golden Initial Rank, and among them, there are even Diamond High Rank, and even surpass the existence of the Human Holy Rank.

It can be seen that in the process of exploration, they are likely to encounter danger. He wanted to organize people to search, but at this time, there were very few hunters willing to leave the Blackwater stronghold. Severe cold can exacerbate the necrosis of the subcutaneous tissue, and even if he has enough Fortin, it is difficult to resist the high concentration of radiation, not to mention that he does not have much Fordling.

When he was worried, there was a sudden flicker in front of him, and there was an extra person in the seat opposite.

Looking at it, the person who came was dressed in a gray robe, sitting smartly, carrying a gun and a sword. Although the other party was covered with a hood and couldn't see his face clearly, it was not difficult to see from his steady breathing and neat movements that this was a veteran fighter.

Quietly, the air seemed to freeze, and both sides were secretly looking at each other, but no one was the first to speak.

After a long time, the gray-robed man suddenly broke the silence and said slowly: "Friend, we seem to have met before. ”

"Where?" The square-faced man stared at the empty wine glass in front of him and asked lightly.

"Wind Sand Castle, Big Rum Bar." The gray-robed man said.

"Who are you?" The square-faced man raised his head, stared at the other party and said, the eagle-sharp gaze, as if penetrating the thick canvas hood, fell into the other party's eyes. He couldn't remember when he had met someone like this at the Big Rum Bar. Even if he can't see his appearance clearly, he can judge it from his temperament. This kind of person is rare, and he can be sure that he has not met each other. However, the other party's voice felt a little familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it. For a moment, he was a little confused.

The gray-robed man didn't answer, but just stood up, moved his chair, and slowly took a step back. When he stood firm, he suddenly drank in a deep voice, and a thick insect shell immediately grew all over his body. At the same time, six long pointed knuckles slowly opened behind him......

The square-faced man was stunned for a moment, and his whole body trembled. Then he pushed aside the table and chair and stood up. With a loud shout, insect shells appeared all over the body, and the six knotted feet behind them jumped out!

Suddenly, the bar fell silent, and people turned their heads to look at the two insectivists in the confrontation, thinking that there was a conflict between them. However, they waited for most of the day, but they didn't see the two of them make a move, so they scolded a few words in a new way, turned their heads and continued to drink and eat.

"I'm Iron Slag Norseth." The gray-robed man lifted his hood, revealing a young and resolute face.

The faint light of the fire reflected the familiar face, and everything in the past seemed to be just yesterday, and as before, he almost lost his voice and shouted another name—the raven!

The resonance from the blood stirred his heart, but he quickly calmed down and asked calmly, "Iron Slag, where did you grow up?" ”

"Iron Mountain, my adoptive father is an old man picking up garbage." Iron Slag replied equally calmly.

"You...... You said...... Is it all true? Hagrid Nolses whispered blankly, as if he had gone back to twenty years ago, on that snowy night, he stood in the dilapidated little hotel, watching his eldest brother take his younger brothers away one by one, enduring the pain of separation, but there was nothing he could do......

At that time, for the first time, he felt the helplessness that went deep into the bone marrow, even if he was indomitable and fearless, he couldn't change anything. Since the raven's death, he has been hit so hard that for a long time he has been addicted to the anesthesia of alcohol and does not want to do anything.

Iron Slag didn't speak, just nodded firmly. Although they had never spoken to each other, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity. It was as intimate and familiar as the first time he saw the genealogy of Nolseth, as if there was an invisible thread connecting them.

"Old Five...... You really are the fifth! As he spoke, tears blurred Hagrid's vision.

It's been twenty years......

Twenty years of vast years, they have no news from each other, like strangers, growing up alone, facing this cold world alone.

"Bang!"

Quietly, he suddenly strode forward, knocked over the round table between the two, and hugged the brother whom he had never met.

He will never forget that night he personally carried his sleeping younger brothers out of the cradle and handed them over to his eldest brother.

From then on, they were separated from each other, and there was no news......

After a long time, Hagrid regained his composure, let go of the iron slag, patted him on the shoulder, and then, facing north, knelt down reverently, and whispered: "Thank you for the protection of our ancestors, thank you for the mercy of the heavens, and another sword of the sky has washed away the lead, and suddenly unsheathed, casting the glory of the holy fire!" ”

Listening to Hagrid's recitation, Iron Slag only felt the blood boiling all over his body. From now on, he also has relatives!

After a few moments, the two of them set up the round table and sat down again.

"Reacquaint, I'm Hagrid Norseth, the walker of the earth." Hagrid held out his hand towards the iron slag.

"I am Iron Slag Norses, the guardian of the Holy Wolf." Iron slag gripped Hagrid's broad palm tightly.

"By the way......" After shaking hands, Hagrid groped up and down as if remembering something, then took out a mottled badge from the underwear belt and put it in the iron slag's hand.

"This is your eldest brother's family crest, and now it's up to you to inherit." Hagrid said.

In the faint light of the fire, the surface of this badge was pitted, and although the wolf's head and the three swords in the wolf's mouth were blurred, the wolf's eyes were still lifelike and sharp.

"I've heard the old blind man say he's a hero." Iron Slag stared at the badge in his hand and said slowly.

"Hmm." Hagrid nodded, then turned his head and yelled at the bartender at the bartender, "Two of the strongest rums!" ”

It didn't take long for the dressgirl to bring two large glasses of rum to the table. Iron Slag put away the family crest and popped out a coin of indulgence, but at that moment, Hagrid also popped out a coin of indulgence.

......Two coins engraved with the old pope fell into the plate at the same time. The waitress was stunned for a moment, looked at the two of them puzzled, and asked, "Which of you pays?" ”

Neither of them spoke, just quietly picked up their glasses and drank.

"Which of you pays?" The waitress asked again.

The two remained silent, drinking to themselves.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as a tip." The waitress threatened.

The two still didn't speak.

"Then I'll take it as a tip~" The waitress smiled slightly and said.

The two are still ...... Didn't speak.

"Okay~ Then thank you both~ But I want to explain in advance, I don't accompany/sleep~" The waitress said.

Not only did the two not speak, but they didn't even roll their eyes.

"Perverted!" The waitress cursed inwardly and left with a cramped smile. She was uneasy about taking this tip, but it wasn't a ...... if she didn't take it.

"!" After the waitress left, Hagrid raised his glass and said only one word.

The two brothers looked at each other and drank it all. After drinking, Hagrid turned his head and was about to shout a second drink, when he suddenly heard "Bumper! Two soft sounds. Looking back, there were two more glass bottles of wine on the table. The bottles, inlaid with silver coats of arms and glittering in the flickering light of the fire, were two expensive bottles of "Micera vsop", commonly known as angel wine.

"Drink." Iron Slag raised his hand and gestured.

"Where did it come from?" "Picked it up." "Not bad." "Okay." "Drink." After saying that, Hagrid took a bottle, bit the cork, and took a big sip.

"Ah......h ”

Iron Slag took another bottle, uncorked it, and slowly poured it into the wine glass before drinking.

"You ......," Hagrid, who was holding the bottle, gave him a slightly unpleasant look at the iron slag and hesitated.

"Habit." Iron Slag took a sip of wine elegantly and said. There are not many good wines nowadays, and it is a waste to not be able to take a sip like inferior wines.

"We Norseth never use cups." Hagrid said.

"Really?" Iron Slag asked.

"It's our tradition." Hagrid said.

"Okay." After saying that, Iron Slag poured the wine back into the bottle, then picked it up and took a sip gently......