Prophet Lore

"yes, who can really sympathize with me in this situation? All the money withdrawn from the bank was lost, and there were many debts. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Even the family gold medal was lost, the only memorial left before his father's death. The hot medal that I touched, once stained red with blood, is a symbol of family honor! Now, with nothing left of his own, the gold coins slipped out of his palms one by one and rolled into other people's pockets. Sampson hung his head and slumped to the ground.

Sampson's eyes were full of loss as he remembered these former honors, and he barely stood up, waving his arms and shouting, "I am a sinner!" I don't deserve to live in this world! Yes...... Yes...... I am a sinner! I don't deserve to live in this world! The Sampsons have since fallen! ”

As his arms were about to reach their peak, his head drooped and his eyes were covered by a mess of hair. Two lines of hot tears burst out of his eyes, and his legs fell to his knees, looking extremely painful.

On the streets, people stare at Sampson with curious eyes, as if he were a monster who had escaped from his cage. Sampson fell to the ground in shame, unable to face his tragic fate. In the midst of despair, there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart, like a few faint flames, guarding the honor of the family.

Many passers-by walked past Sampson, who stopped and began to whisper, and one of them whispered in a shrill voice: "You don't know, this beggar is the son of old Sampson, it's true, I can swear to God!" ”

Another passer-by cast a puzzled look at Sampson: "No, the Sampson family's wealth empire will collapse in an instant, I don't believe it!" ”

"There is nothing in the world that cannot happen, and the Sampsons are indeed in decline, and irretrievably! I've heard that the Sampsons are a loser and lost at the Black Moon Nightclub, 10 billion! That's 10 billion, we can't spend so much money in several lifetimes! ”

"I can't imagine that the nobles will also have a day when they are down! I thought that the biggest worry of high society was immorality and shamelessness, but I didn't expect that gambling could lose their billions of dollars! ”

Sampson knelt in the street with a blank face, his sensitive heart constricting in his ribcage, as if to pump all the blood out.

Sampson could not bear the accusations of others, and the Sampson family has since declined, and he has been nailed to the frame of shame himself, encountering unprecedented difficulties.

"Is this fate? No, I have a clear feeling that the Sampsons are going to get back on their feet! Sampson said in a trembling voice.

The wind fluttered through the streets, and Sampson fell into despair with tears in his eyes. He wanted to get back on his feet, but he was bankrupt and no one was willing to lend a hand.

The whole city is like a silent wasteland, without a green of life. Everywhere there are indifferent bystanders, helpless hearts, flying in the gray sky. The silent sky darkened, Sampson fell to his knees shivering in the cold wind, and people walked around in front of his eyes, gradually turning into a blurred image.

In the darkness, Sampson didn't notice that a man was approaching him. Sampson looked up to see a figure moving in front of him, and he felt himself have a strange hallucination, a deep hallucination that rises from his eyes and envelops him tightly.

Sampson is now fully awake and knows that he has been tempted by the devil......

The sound of leather shoes 'knocking' was heard on the street, and a tall figure appeared in front of Sampson.

The man stretched out his hand and said in a deep voice, "Get up, lad! I will lead you to a new life! ”

Sampson looked up, a surprised expression on his face, "Who are you?" ”

"I am the unpredictable fate that drifts in the wind, I am the source of darkness and light. Stand up, young man, and resurrect the honor of the old family! Pick up the sword in your hand and let the blood and fire burn again! I believe that after some setbacks, you will be reborn mentally and physically! ”

Sampson grabbed the stranger's hand and slowly rose from the ground. He felt as if he was in a dream, in an endless hallucination. The blood was rushing through his body, and he wanted to reform himself and get away from the temptation of money.

Sampson lowered his voice and asked, "Who are you?" Where are you going to lead me? ”

"I am a prophet from Lore, guiding you to the realm of light. Listen to my guidance and you will revive the Sampsons again. Definitely not on a whim, I swore to heaven that I would save the fallen man from hell and send him to the paradise of his dreams. ”

"In distant Saasbir you will meet the reborn King Arthur, and under his leadership you will establish immortal feats and attain illustrious power and status like your great ancestors. You will conquer those alien wilderness under the leadership of King Arthur, and your name will be forever etched on the Pillars of Gudar. ”

Sampson stared at the man in front of him, carefully observing his every move, and felt that he was sacrosanct.

"If your prophecy comes true, I will make you a statue of pure gold, and I will engrave an incomparable hymn for you at the bottom of the pedestal with my sword."

In Sampson's eyes, the Prophet's face became clearer and clearer, with a long hooked nose and deep eye sockets, a face that looked particularly familiar and evoked memories of Sampson's childhood. "Yes, I remember, twenty years ago, on a stormy night, I saw this face!

The image of the memory flashed through Sampson's mind, like lightning flying through the sky, shining in an instant, causing his whole body to tremble with the violent electric light.

In the dim light, Sampson's vision became clearer and clearer, and he felt that this face did not look scary at all, but a little kind, like a loved one who had not seen him for a long time.

There was a look of astonishment on Sampson's face, and he was now completely like two people. Sampson began to mumble to himself, "It's exactly what the scriptures say, I ...... I remembered that on a piece of parchment, it was recorded that the Sampsons would go through a period of suffering, a brief period of destruction, and then, under the guidance of the prophet, recreate the supreme glory. Could it be that all this is true! ”

The Prophet Lore nodded slightly, and replied in a deep voice: "That's right, that parchment was written by me, ah, time is so far away, probably 12,500 years ago!" It was the end of the last civilization on earth, and I wrote down the final prophecy on parchment under the guidance of Jesus, the Son of God. ”

"Remember, young man, that our lives are as insignificant as dust. In this world, only ghosts are eternal! In that ancient scripture, the rise and fall of human civilization is recorded! History is repeating itself, and every time fate comes, it repeats the prophecies of the ancients. You must follow my instructions in order to escape the calamities that hell brings. Keep going ahead and you'll meet a man named Ferdinance who will lead you into the realm of light. ”

After the Prophet Lore said these words, his body became more and more transparent, he closed his eyes, and began to rise slowly towards the sky, like a floating phantom, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace......

Sampson pondered every word the prophet had spoken, and a new hope slowly rose in his heart. He puffed up his chest and walked along the street, like a fearless warrior, embarking on a new journey. He secretly thought in his heart: I must not let the Sampsons fall from now on, and I will follow King Arthur to create a great empire.

Sampson's heart was beating violently, and with each beat, he could hear the echo of a 'thump'.

As it grew darker, Sampson paused to ponder, and he stood in the street and looked into the distance, and in the far western sky, the last rays of burning fire were shot. Clouds filled the sky, the sun disappeared among the mountains, and a silver moon slowly rose. The street was a little unclear, and the rising fog made everything hazy.

In the farther square, a lonely black stone pillar struck a breeze that hummed into the air. The sprawling buildings that surround the square enjoy the last of their glory in the setting sun, then disappear into the fog in the colors of night.

Sampson walked down the empty street, passing by many shadowy figures. The hesitant, lost crowd quickly vanished...... In the distance, a towering minaret looms, and that is the final destination of the soul.

Sampson walked alone on the empty street, and the lights around him instantly shone brightly, shining on his body like pale moonlight.

Majestic buildings are joined together, and the glass plane of the Empire State Building reflects the silver moonlight and transmits the moonlight onto the stone pillars of the square.

Sampson walked down the street, and after walking for about a few miles, he came to the stone pillar. A star-like light is refracted from the top of the stone pillar, and a meteor streaks across the sky, illuminating the night sky.

Sampson stared blankly at the pillar with a wild look in his eyes. He stood quietly beside the stone pillar, and time passed quietly under his feet. The massive stone pillars emitted a chill that turned the surrounding air into condensed frost.

The sky was getting overcast, and a faint glow shone from the broken clouds. The moon gradually sank, and the clouds gathered more and more, causing the sky and the earth to disappear into darkness.

A strong wind blew by, ruffling Sampson's hair. There were no seams in the stone pillar in front of him, nor any decorative patterns and lines, and when Sampson reached out and touched the stone pillar, his fingers felt nothing, only silence and coldness. (To be continued.) )