The Deepest Night is another set of rhetoric for the Fog of the Nameless.

Since the fall of the Great Wall of Eternal Night, the nameless fog that had once been confined to the wilderness of the four realms has spread uncontrollably within the borders of order with a near-never-ending wave of darkness, until the once farmland and the strange have turned into corrupt swamps, flowers and shades have been reduced to withered monsters, the boundaries between the living and the dead have been distorted in the blatant malice, and long-dead relatives have crawled out of the cemetery, killing their wives, their sons, their grandsons, and all the creatures of order that can be reflected in the blue fire.

The long night is coming.

Even the ancestors who wrote this warning proverb may not have imagined that one day it would become a prophecy.

The waves of chaos took everything in their path, not even the eternal dawn that hung high in the sky—the world lost its light in the wails of men and the howls of demons.

The night has fallen.

The world beyond the fire is an unchanging darkness.

Curiosity is probably human nature, and Amy is no exception, but even with the blood of order flowing in his body, he can't help but shudder when he stares at the thick and almost indissolvable darkness at the end of the mist area—I wonder if it is his delusion, in the darkness, in the fog faintly illuminated by the light of order, it seems that something difficult to shape is snooping on him with unparalleled malice.

There is no need to take unnecessary risks.

If she had known herself, Amy might have answered the call of the blood of order in her body in the scorching throbbing of the dark blood of the short sword, but in contrast to the blood of the ancestors that was almost boiling was the calm thoughts of the young man beyond his years—staring at the real malice that was surging in the mist, he pressed the blade on his wrist like a flame, and then left as quietly as he came—now, at least not yet.

Although he has an almost pathological longing for the world outside the fire, it does not mean that he is an arrogant person who does not know the height of the sky, and the deepest night shrouded in nameless fog is definitely a thousand times more dangerous than the fog area where it is only rumored that there are demons, and if there is no perfect preparation, the result of rushing into it is absolutely disastrous, and it is not impossible to even get lost in the darkness.

Therefore, the young man at that time chose to rest his arms, and after learning from the intelligence merchant Willy that there was a traveler who had returned from the darkness in the lower districts, even if he knew that it was an eventful time, he was willing to risk being suspected and discovered to visit this pioneer who was walking on the road.

Wish...... Don't disappoint.

Amy waited for the old man's reply.

"There is nothing but order—the ancestors once wrote in their book. The old traveler replied in a deep voice," But the nameless fog is not pure chaos, but an ambiguous thing mixed with the characteristics of order and chaos, many people have such an illusion, the demon is a symbol of blind and stupid darkness, is the minions and outposts of chaos invading the order, but this concept is extremely wrong, the essence of the demon is not only not inclined to chaos, but the proportion of order is more, in the deepest night, their traces or not, and even to a certain extent to measure the severity of the erosion of chaos, and whether it is dangerous. ”

Taught.

Amy didn't speak, just nodded slightly, and listened quietly - these humble experiences were priceless in this world shrouded in darkness.

Of course, this is only one of the criteria, but there is another crucial criterion, and that is the color of darkness. The old man paused here for a moment, his gaze swept over the young man's cheek, "Darkness doesn't have color—you think so, don't you? Don't shake your head, the original darkness brought about by chaos is very different from the color in the popular sense, it is a pure black that transcends the senses and reaches the level of instinct, it is difficult to describe the similarities and differences between this darkness and the darkness of the starless night in words, but when you are in that environment, the blood of order in your body will naturally react." ”

"Boiling?" Amy raised her eyebrows and couldn't help but speak.

"It seems that you are more favored by order than I thought. The old traveler nodded, meaningfully.

The boy shook his head and didn't reply.

The old man didn't care much either, but pursed his shriveled lips slightly: "I don't know when it started, among the trekkers in the dark, the deepest night is divided into black and white, of which the white area is what the nameless fog should look like in the concept of ordinary people - the demons that are rampant everywhere, the thick fog that is almost impossible to see the five fingers, the ubiquitous darkness erosion, and the forbidden place that ordinary people can hardly set foot in." ”

"But the existence of black zones is very different, the existence of black zones has subverted many people's cognition, and it has also made us truly realize what it means to be blind and stupid. As he said this, the eyes of the traveler returning from the darkness dimmed, "There, there are no demons—"

He paused, and his voice became deeper.

"Because, the environment there is so cruel that even demons can't survive. ”

Can't even demons survive...... Out of politeness and respect, even though there were many doubts in her heart, Amy did not ask by birth, but just let the old man indulge in his own world—after a while, the old man raised his head again: "Therefore, it is also called no man's land. Not many of the travelers closest to the place of chaos who dared to challenge the deep night were besieged to death by demons, most of them were lost in the thick and unbreakable fog like me, until they began to alienate physically and mentally under the invasion of chaos, and then went deep into the dark zone with a certain gamble mentality, trying to find some kind of breakthrough there - but alas, few people made it back alive. ”

"What's there?" Amy asked.

"I can't tell. The traveler, who showed signs of severe demonization, shook his head, "There...... Human memories, perceptions, and even time and space itself are confused to a certain extent, and there is a good chance that the friends around you do not actually exist, your memories are likely to be completely wrong, and a corpse you find one day may even be the future self - and even more absurdly, the person who killed yourself in the future will be your past self. ”

"I ......," Amy said, organizing the language, "I don't understand." ”

"I don't quite understand it either. The old man replied, his green eyes as if on fire, "Maybe that's not something we can understand at all—the chaos of blind foolishness, the more we come into contact with it, the more we can feel our own blind foolishness, and the more deeply we can comprehend the happiness of ignorance." ”

The Happiness of Ignorance...... I don't know why, obviously I didn't feel too deeply, but the more I chewed on this sentence, the deeper the recognition swelled in Amy's heart - shaking his head, the young man didn't let himself think about it too much: "Your Excellency Ignati, as a first-hand witness, do you feel anything else?"

"Feelings?" the old man sighed, "probably fear." ”

"Fear......," Amy muttered slightly, "too, it's hard not to be afraid in that atmosphere. ”

"You're wrong. The traveler who had survived the most hideous fangs of the night looked at him, and his demonized face showed no expression, but said word by word, "Any traveler who dares to step into the dark zone is a master who sees life and death and is tired of meaningless killing—if it were mere threat of death, it would never have produced such a fear so strong that I cannot forget it to this day." ”

"That's?" the boy asked cautiously.

"The collapse of one's own cognition and existence. The old man pointed out the biggest problem simply and directly, "Death may not be terrible, but when your whole person, all your memories, and all your cognitions begin to distort and collapse under the action of some mysterious force, and you unconsciously become another person beyond recognition, the meaning and value of your existence itself will only be nothing." ”

"Outright demonization?"

It is no secret that demonization can change a person's temperament in this era of declining fire, and the mysterious influence of the black zone depicted by the old man on people's consciousness may be very different in nature, but the external manifestations should be almost the same, from "me" to "non-self".

"No, there's a big difference. Unexpectedly, the old traveler retorted, "I have seen a lot of demonization in the depths of the night, and even I myself gradually can't withstand the erosion of the chaotic forces, and the physical spirit has begun to become alienated, but the situation in the black zone is completely different from those, if I can't recall it afterwards, I don't even know that I became a different person at that time." ”

"Sounds scary. Amy echoed with empathy.

"yes...... The bloodline of order has no effect there, even if it is a heroic hero who can fight his way out of the encirclement of demons, he can only close his eyes and wait for death. The old man sighed, "The more you think about it, the easier it is to fall into the misunderstanding, it is a place where the logic of human past experience is completely useless, maybe you can live longer by not thinking about anything and doing nothing." ”

Beg to differ.

Amy wanted to retort like this, but when she saw the old man's tired expression, she couldn't help but be silent, and only opened her mouth symbolically, and finally said nothing.

"Alright...... That's all I know......"

The old man's conversation seemed to have been exhausted in the memories just now, and he didn't mean to open them for a while after closing his eyes.

"Thank you. The young man said sincerely, got up and bowed slightly, "Thank you for your hospitality." ”

Then the figure disappeared into the fog outside the door.

It was only then that Ignati opened his eyes again, his green eyes flickering and flickering under the candle, and his lips like dead wood opened and closed slightly, like a dream and murmured: "Ulysses......"

The hideous face like a demon can't see joy, anger and sorrow.