On the rough sea, young wizards, dressed in white and with long hair flying, sat cross-legged among a precipitous rock. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info leaned against a white beast resembling a wolf, and the long black sword rested horizontally on his knees, and the dark red light swam through the blade.

The dragon's corpses were piled up on top of each other, floating above the water. The corpse still had a residual warmth, and the blood flowed from the hideous wound, fused with the seawater, and dyed an infinite amount of blood.

The sea breeze blows on the water. The white beast lowered its head, meekly accepting the touch of the wizard beside it, and its blue eyes reflected the color of blood. Its long, soft fur seemed to be more comfortable than the most expensive fur, and the wizard leaned against it, and sank into the softness of it.

The wind was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and everywhere as far as the eye could see, there was a sea of corpses and blood.

A black dragon groaned lowly, and three bone-length scars tore open its abdomen, revealing the wriggling flesh inside.

The proud dragon pressed its hard horns against the palm of the human hand in front of him, and closed his eyes to offer his loyalty.

"Okay."

The man with the spear whispered, "We'll help you." ”

The blue sky changed color in an instant, black clouds spread overhead, lightning brewed between the clouds, and rolling thunder was like the angry roar of a wild beast.

The calm sea was swept up by the wind and the waves smashed against the edge of the rock where the wizard stood.

The rock, however, rose inch by inch as the water rose, keeping it at a distance from the surface of the water, so that the waves could never reach the corners of the young wizard's clothes.

Raindrops fell from the sky, washing away the corpses in the sea, diluting the bright red water little by little.

The dragon king, who was still breathing, gathered the last of his strength, raised his head and let out a roar into the sky, shaking the entire sea surface upheaval.

Another angry dragon roar came from the depths of the water, as if it was responding to the former king of the sea, and as if it was provoking.

The man looked back, and the young man behind him yawned lazily, waved at him, and smiled contentedly.

At the end of the blood, a pair of bright eyes beneath the surface of the sea secretly looked at the battlefield in the distance.

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Rainy night.

The man carried the jar of wine, hummed an unknown tune, and wandered around the deserted street.

The cold, heavy spear was carried on his shoulder, and a wide coat hung from the tip of the spear. It makes him look less like a battle-hardened and high-spirited general, but more like a peasant carrying a flat burden to collect labor.

The bright red tassels were wet with the rain, and as he moved, they shook and threw off a bunch of splashes.

The breeze and the cold rain slapped on his face, but it didn't bring him a little soberness, but made him drink more energetically.

The tall walls cast a huge shadow on the ground, and the night became darker and darker.

Every few steps on the city wall there was a standing straight guard, firm as a sculpture, motionless in the face of wind and rain.

The ground was soaked with rain and was very wet ~ slippery. The man drank too much again, his steps were vain, and after almost slipping a few times, he finally noticed something unusual.

"Why is it so dark?"

He looked down at the glittering pavement beneath his feet, whispered to himself, and took another long sip of wine.

"Hey! Why is it so dark? ”

He threw up his head and shouted at the guards standing guard on the wall, "Why don't you light a fire?" ”

The guards on the walls remained motionless, as if they hadn't heard him shouting.

The rain around him grew louder and louder, almost muffling out his whining.

"You don't even listen to me, if you don't think you're all dead when you're still standing?"

Well, if you don't listen, don't listen, after all, they don't need to listen to me anymore.

The man smiled self-deprecatingly, craned his neck and took another long sip of wine.

The spicy wine burned from the throat all the way into the stomach like a hot flame. It wasn't pleasant, but it was very refreshing.

"I don't care if you ignore my ......"

The man whispered, something vaguely flashing through his mind.

Unfortunately, he was so drunk that the unusual thing that flashed by didn't stay in his mind for a second longer, and then quickly disappeared with the rain.

Otherwise, he would have noticed the problem a little earlier.

One by one, the figures on the city wall were gone, and the man wandered alone in the empty street for a long time, until he drank the last drop of wine in the jar.

When he ran out of alcohol, he still walked alone on the empty street, looking at the vague scene in front of him, and randomly discerning the direction of his home.

Every other section of the city wall around it is a straight guard station, like a sculpture.

Tall walls, dark roads, neatly guarded ......

All this was covered with a vague coat by the increasingly dense rain, which was reflected in the man's hazy drunken eyes, and there seemed to be no end in sight.

"Is the road that long?"

He frowned and turned his head suspiciously, and asked the air around him, "Hey...... How do I remember this road......"

Halfway through his words, he realized that he was wandering down the road alone.

He smiled bitterly, and when he lifted the jar, he remembered that there was no more wine, and his heart suddenly became more and more irritable.

"!"

He let out a low roar, and raised his hand to smash the empty jar to the ground.

A light breeze swept by, carrying even finer droplets of water onto the side of his face.

There was the smell of blood in the wind.

The brain, paralyzed by alcohol, suddenly brightened. The sense of disobedience that had just flashed under the city wall jumped out again, reminding him of the danger hidden in the dark.

Is it possible that the guards, who are motionless and unresponsive as if they were dead, are already dead?

What looks like a sculpture is actually a sculpture.

He raised his eyes to look at the city wall, and the guard, who had originally looked tall and resolute, was suddenly covered with a mysterious and terrifying aura.

They stand so upright that they can't see even the slightest heaving of their breathing.

Coincidentally.

The man smiled and thought: I happen to know someone who is particularly good at making human sculptures.

The pitch-black jar shattered to the ground, splashing a pool of stagnant water. The loud, crisp sound of the clay pot breaking echoed through the empty streets.

"Come out."

The spear that the man carried on his shoulder was propped up on the ground. He hugged his weapon and slowly draped his coat on his body: "Yun Ze is okay with that little trick to deceive others, and it's almost hard to fool me." Don't hide, come out early and get things done, and you still have time to go home for a late-night snack. ”

"Heh......"

The voice of ill-will came through the dense rain, and it sounded low and hoarse, reminiscent of the poisonous snake that hid in the darkness and spit letters: "I can't see that you can die so easily." We thought you were going to have to toss it anyway, and we had a headache for a long time before we came. ”

"I think you're mistaken."

The man chuckled and clenched the gun in his hand, "I mean, let's all come up and get killed, I still have time to go home and have a supper." ”

"What a big breath!"

The man who spoke in the darkness laughed as if he had heard some huge joke: "Even if you are ...... If you want to survive from us, you have to leave some parts in exchange. I still want to go home for supper, heh......"

The voice sounded like that of an old man, unable to distinguish between a man and a woman, but he could feel a certain coldness and biting like the rain around him.

"Then you're going to give it a try."

As he spoke, the man swung his gun and slapped away the small hidden weapon flying from behind, and laughed heartily: "Just use a few of your heads to exchange for wine money." ”

Dense rain continued to fall from the sky, turning into blood-stained ice ballast when it hit the ground.

The sound of blades clashing and the muffled sound of sharp weapons piercing into one's body continued. Several pitch-black figures leaped rapidly between the city walls and the pavement, their sharp knives shining with a faint blue sheen.

A few traces of blood were washed away by the rain and disappeared on the dark stone pavement.

The louder and louder sound of rain envelops the majestic city and obscures the story of death that is happening in the shadows of the city.

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Someone was sleeping in the dark room, and long, even breathing kept ringing.

The murmuring ~ gurgling rain knocked on the window lattice, and the faint light fell to the ground through the window paper, but it could not penetrate the thick bed curtain and disturb the stable people of the water.

A shadow flew by the window.

Two faint blue dots of light flashed through the darkness, and a large shadow emerged from the side of the bed.

The fragile wooden door was kicked open with a loud noise.

The beast that had been waiting for a long time in the room pounced, its blue eyes overflowing with surging killing intent.

"Don't be nervous, it's me."

The man's tone was gentle, but his hand was not ambiguous, and he stabbed directly at the center of the giant beast's eyebrows.

"It's you who hit, why don't you stay by yourself in the middle of the night, why do you kick other people's doors?"

"Can you be reasonable, I want to come to my brother's house, of course, I can come at any time, and I still need your permission?"

"You're not welcome here, so you'd better get out early."

"I have a serious ......"

The man put his spear to the door and pushed away the beast that was blocking the doorway. When he entered the house, he brought a wet ~ moist water vapor, and the wide robe dripped downward.

"What serious can you do with this wine......

The giant beast muttered impatiently, the tip of its nose squirmed a few times, and it smelled the blood under the strong smell of wine: "Who did you fight with?" ”

"It's okay, it's not dead."

The man took off his robe, shook off the rain mixed with blood, threw his clothes on top of the white beast's head, and shouted to the bedside, "Wake up, something has happened...... Your brother and I are almost dead, and you are still sleeping here......"

"What could be more important than my sleep, worth your running around in the middle of the night......"

The young wizard poked his head out of the bed curtain, looked at the man and beast at the door with sleepy eyes, covered his mouth and yawned: "It's nothing more than Yun Ze is going to kill us." I'm not the only one who is disliked by him, and it will take several days to kill people one by one, why are you ......in a hurry?"

He looked at the angry eyes, and the whining voice gradually faded.

"Ahem......"

The man cleared his throat, crossed his knees upright, and said solemnly, "This is indeed a serious matter. What's the situation out there now, brother, you're not seriously injured. ”

"It's not heavy, I still have the strength to kill you."

The man smiled "gently" and clenched the spear in his hand: "Have you woken up now?" ”

"Wake up, wake up......"

The young man smiled flatteringly and jumped off the bed~. looked out the door: "Since they all went to block you on the road, it is impossible that they didn't take care of me at all, why haven't they come yet." ”

"Someone's faster when they're running for their lives."

The white beast laughed strangely twice and jumped to its feet. Flew over the man's head and jumped into the courtyard outside the door.

The rain kept beating on the eaves, and the brass bells hanging under the eaves made a crisp sound.

"Isn't this coming?"

The beast crouched and looked up at the sky and sniffed. Looking in a certain direction outside the courtyard wall: "There are still a lot of people, and they really look up to us." ”

"He has always regarded us as a serious problem, and if I want to say that it is still rare to send only this number of people."

The man picked up the gun and opened the door that was originally half-open and half-closed: "Those few just now are not enough to warm up, I don't know if this group will disappoint me." ”

"Confidants? How did I not know? ”

The young man grinned and followed him, raising his hand to pull out a spell that enveloped the small courtyard. So that what happens next will not be discovered by outsiders.

The assassin who arrived as promised fell into the courtyard, and the shadows were intertwined, and the blue eyes of the beast were like two ghost fires, and each flicker would take the life of an assassin.

"You guys fight, I'll go back to sleep......"

The wizard said this, but put on the robe that the man had thrown aside, and leaned against the door and looked up at the sky.

Crystal raindrops kept falling, reflecting in his dark eyes.

"After this night, I'm afraid there won't be a few people left."

He sighed softly, and raised his hand to spread layers of death webs in the courtyard, encircling the killers who were bent on taking his life.

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The cold wind blew across the endless snowfield, rolling up a few thin snowflakes.

The high altar was covered with snow, and the blackened crowd looked up reverently at the people seated on the altar - the incarnation of the god they believed in.

Yun Ze leaned on his throne and looked down at the steps below where people should have been standing. tried his best to maintain his angry expression, and the irrepressible rise of the corners of his mouth revealed the joy in his heart.

The long staircase was covered with snow, making the altar look unusually empty.

And the status above Yunze 10,000 people has also been invisibly reflected even higher.

This day was supposed to be the day of the alternation of the throne of the witch king - the Chosen Sacrifice.

Several candidates should have arrived early in the morning, awaiting the arrival of his outgoing witch king.

Candidates offer sacrifices. He, the current witch king, presided over the sacrifice and asked the witch god they believed in to see which candidate was more pleasing to the eye and qualified to be his spokesman in this world.

But now that the time is approaching noon, the time for the sacrifice is about to pass. His predecessors had been waiting on the throne all morning, but none of the original candidates had seen a shadow.

Days like this don't happen casually. If you miss today, it will be a full nine years before the next sacrifice that can decide the change of power.

Time passed little by little, and whispers appeared in the originally silent crowd~ There was a whispering voice, and an atmosphere of uneasiness and doubt spread in the crowd.

It was supposed to be summer.

But it rained last night, and in the second half of the night, it turned into a blizzard. Those who had come from afar to attend the event had no clothes at all, and those who had been frozen in the cold wind for a while could still hold on with their faith in the gods and their loyalty to the witch king, and after spending a long time in the snow, the little spiritual flame gradually went out, and was replaced by resentment for those who were late.

The process of sacrifice must be illuminated by the sun, and the red sun hanging high in the sky at this time was revealed by the Witch King Yunze who deliberately used a spell to disperse the dark clouds early in the morning.

However, for some reason, the sun falling overhead was not warm, but made the cold wind around him blow more warmly.

The voices of the crowd became more and more noisy, like a fried oil pan.

Yun Ze looked at the sun that had moved to the highest point above his head, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that those people will no longer be able to come to this place.

Just when he was about to stand up with great ambition and loudly announce that the sacrifice had to be canceled, and that he would still be able to convey his will to the human world in place of the gods for the next nine years, there was a change at the end of the crowd.

(To be continued.) )