A long whistle echoed over Darkblood, announcing the dawn of a new day. Although the night has passed, the dawn is still struggling below the horizon. In the Eternal Night Continent in the dark season, there is no dawn.

In the gray morning light, Qianye's whole body was wrapped in an earthy yellow adventurer's cloak, and under his feet were steam pipes more than ten meters above the ground, condescendingly overlooking the Dark Blood City that had been completely awake.

The city seemed to have healed its wounds in one night, and everywhere was orderly and calm, except for the crowd that had been flowing under the tall towers. All of them began their own similar and different days, doing whatever they had to do, and the smell of joy, sensuality, and indulgence permeated every neighborhood.

Last night seemed like just a nightmare that was too real. Qianye was a little uncomfortable with what she was seeing.

Only the scars left by the fierce battle on the city remain, and the ruins silently record everything that once happened. The battlefield where White Dragon Armor fought against William and the Human-Faced Spider Demon was the most tragic, and there was not a single intact house in the entire block, including the bungalow where Qianye first hid, which had been turned into rubble. From a distance, you can see the trajectory of the violent collision, explosion, and agitation of the Force from the direction of the collapse of the building.

There are several other places in the city where skirmishes seem to have erupted, but only to the same extent as those experienced by a thousand nights, except that the street floor needs to be repaired, or many passers-by can completely wipe away the traces of bloodshed.

Many people spontaneously gathered on the rubble, constantly cleaning up the corpses outside.

On the one hand, people clean up the corpses to prevent the spread of the plague, and there are many kinds of high-intensity plagues in the dark race, which can be spread with the help of rotting corpses. On the other hand, these people are also for the property of the deceased. This is an unspoken rule on the Eternal Night Continent, whoever cleans the body of the ownerless deceased will be the owner of the property.

It is under this unspoken rule that the ruins are cleared exceptionally quickly, and the harvest is distributed in an unspoken tacit understanding, and the scene is not chaotic. There are even quite a few first-class soldiers who have joined the ranks of the clean-up, and the physical fitness of the first-class soldiers is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and a thick metal bracket that one person hugs can be carried away by three or five people in one breath.

On the outskirts of the nearly razed neighborhood, there are a few formally dressed people, stretching out oddly shaped platforms and writing and drawing on drawings. These people are the local representatives of major companies or consortia, and after the rubble is cleared, the land will have to be rebuilt, and then it will be a big business. Fortunately, there are not many various pipe networks passing through there, and it is easier to deal with the aftermath of the infrastructure.

This is the Eternal Night Continent, this is the Dark Blood City. It is like an ugly monster that has no one to take care of, abandoned in a harsh environment, but alive and well. Even if it is injured, it will try to heal it on its own life force, because no one will help it.

Qianye turned her gaze to the North District, and after passing a pile of various roofs ranging from variegated to neat, the large blue-gray buildings were the camp of the expeditionary force. Qianye suddenly smiled silently, and the wrinkles on his elaborate and easy-to-look face deepened, but he didn't expect Wei Potian, who had big nerves like steam pipes, to recognize him, but it was a pity that those debts didn't seem to have time to be recovered.

After looking at it for a while, Qianye found that the expeditionary forces in the city did not seem to be as many as expected, and the patrols did not seem to have different numbers. He found a secluded corner and jumped to the ground, walked leisurely towards a nearby ruin, and casually talked to a few people who had just finished clearing a pile of ruins and were resting, only to realize that early this morning, the expeditionary force that had previously increased the troops had withdrawn, and they walked quietly.

Maybe it has something to do with last night's battle? Could it be that there is a result? Qianye thought about it, and asked a few more casually.

As a result, the uncle who talked a lot said with a nonchalant face, who cares about last night's incident?

Qianye thought about it carefully, and realized the helplessness and open-mindedness in this sentence.

A battle of that level like last night has far exceeded the scope of ordinary people's influence, and even far exceeded the scope of the ability of Qianye's level. For example, when White Dragon Jia, William, and even higher-level big figures appear, ordinary people can only wait quietly for the judgment of fate.

Normally, these big people are not in the mood to deal with them as ants, but if they are unfortunate enough to be involved, it is impossible to even escape. Therefore, for them, the most important thing is to live well in the moment, and it is in vain to think too much about things that are beyond their power.

The same goes for Darkblood, which was rejuvenated at dawn after a night of ordeal. Perhaps this is the tenacity of the human race, which finally escaped the fate of domestic animals. Qianye seems to have seen the unknown side of the Eternal Night Continent.

Today was an unexpectedly bright day, and the sun broke free from the entanglement of the upper continent and sprinkled the sun in the Dark Blood City. As if to live up to the few hours of the day, more and more residents are pouring out of their homes to start their day.

Qianye walked into the hunter's house, and the second master seemed to be in a good mood, basking in the sun in the courtyard, and there was a purple sand wine jar and a few plates of snacks on the side table.

The second master saw Qianye and beckoned: "Drink two cups with me, an old man, and listen to my nagging, just take it as your respect for the old man!"

Qianye nodded silently and sat down on the other side.

The second master watched Qianye finish pouring wine for himself, and suddenly took out a silver flat pot from his arms, and said, "Add this, it's no worse than your own brewing." ”

Qianye took it without pause, poured out some fragrant and strong liquid, and then took a big sip, holding his breath for a moment before saying, "It's good." Qianye didn't seem to notice that the second master was carefully paying attention to his reaction from the beginning to the end, and then his face was slightly relieved.

"You also participated in last night's battle, right?" the second master suddenly asked.

Qianye thought about it, and suddenly realized that last night's Eagle Strike was a blow that exerted all its power, and it was natural to be able to distinguish its unique voice in the ears of experts, and the number of Eagle Strikes in the entire Dark Blood City could only be counted on one hand.

The second master didn't wait for Qianye to answer, smiled, and said, "I heard from the old one that you have sold a lot of good goods recently, especially those fangs of the blood clan warriors, which are not ordinary vampires. Plus, you've bought something amazing. ”

"I've got a little bit of a knack for dealing with the Bloods. ”

The second master nodded, sighed, and said, "You are still young, and I am already old." I've been through more than a dozen cities and seen countless wars and killings. For me, this world has been solidified, and it is impossible to change it in the slightest. And you are different, for you, every day is new, full of possibilities for change and new hope, this is the difference between young and old. ”

Qianye listened quietly, there was a kind of vicissitudes and heaviness in the second master's voice, but he couldn't quite grasp the meaning.

"Do you know what a common theme has been in every war since the Dawn War?"

Faced with this sudden question, Qianye felt a little surprised. It was so clear to him that there was no need to discuss it so solemnly, the main theme of war was to kill, to kill the enemy in the fastest, most direct, and most efficient way, and this was war.

"It's a sacrifice. The second master gave an answer that Qianye had never thought of.

"Sacrifice?" Qianye didn't understand a little, there will be sacrifices in every war, and it is as righteous as the years have withered.

"Sacrifice is not just about death, it's about change. Some sacrificed their time, some sacrificed their lives, and others sacrificed their fate. Their lives were changed by war. It's like this city, it looks very happy and prosperous, but if you sit here all the time, as time goes by, you will find that there will be fewer old faces and many new ones. ”

Qianye suddenly thought of those former comrades-in-arms.

The death of each comrade-in-arms will add a responsibility to Qianye's heart, and now he has already realized the state of mind of killing you and me when he sees the dark race. Just to avenge his former comrades, Qianye didn't know how many warriors of the dark race he would kill. And if he is still in the Red Scorpion, then one day, he will also become a responsibility and burden for other comrades.

The second master said at this time: "Actually, it's not just humans who are sacrificing. The dark race is also being sacrificed. ”

This is a statement that Qianye has never heard. From the time he was sensible, he was taught that the dark race was born cold and cruel, and that they regarded humans as food. Every dark race is synonymous with dirty, rancid, and bloody. All in all, there are no good adjectives associated with the dark race.

The dark race can also use such a noble word as sacrifice?

However, the second master did not continue on this topic, he drank the wine in his cup and said, "This world is not only about eternal night and dawn. It also has a vast middle ground, where it's not just gray, but many other colors. Try to look at other colors, and maybe you can see seven colors of rainbow light. Don't pull the trigger at every turn, that's not a good habit and you'll miss a lot of things. ”

At this time, a hunter came to hand in the task, and the second master got up and entered the house, but the passage he left behind after the most reluctance made Qianye recall it for a long time. However, Qianye still didn't understand it very well, and in his opinion, the world world was both complex and simple. If you encounter a dark race, you will be killed, this is the simplest kind of truth.

When the second master left, he also left a piece of good news. The Celestial Serpent unleashed the wind and wanted to reconcile with Chiya. The incident itself was not too unexpected, and the shot that the Eagle Strike fired over the kilometer must have impressed him, but there was no word reconciliation in Qianye's original plan. Since the other party has given the initiative, then he can take some time to think about it.

At this time, the sky was already getting dark, and in the dark season of the Eternal Night Continent, the days were always so short. After Qianye left the hunter's house, he walked aimlessly, and suddenly looked up and found himself standing at Yu Yingnan's door.

Qianye didn't know how he came here, the purple sand jar was a grain wine, the second master's home-brewed wine was much more mellow than the one on the market, plus the additives in the silver pot, it was like a fire in the throat, not scorching, but the stamina was extremely strong. At this time, he was a little dizzy, some of his thoughts became sluggish, and some instincts reacted more directly and quickly.

Qianye pushed open the closed brown door in front of him, and he had the impression that Yu Yingnan's house was never locked.

The alcohol made him a little reckless and bold, but more importantly, Senya didn't feel the danger here.

But that was clearly not the case tonight.

A bare foot suddenly flew out of the darkness and swept towards Qianye's head and face.

PS: Every journey of this week's business trip is accompanied by two words 'late', only I meet you on time, thank you for Wanhong!