Nalan Xingtian woke up and looked out the window, and the sky was slightly bright. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yilu, Wright, and Xiaohu are still asleep, and their sleep is sweet.

Reminiscing about the dream scene, the atmosphere of pathos spreads in the chest.

He got up quietly, without making a sound, for fear of waking up his little friend who was still asleep.

He stood on tiptoe and walked out of the utility room next to him, which was a collection of bamboo, Nalan Xingtian picked up the knife, and cut the bamboo into bamboo strips one by one, shaving off the raised bamboo knots, and flattening the sharp bamboo corners.

The soft and delicate bamboo strips danced like a spiritual snake in his hand, intertwined with each other, and soon a beautiful bamboo basket took shape.

Then scrub to make it more delicate and smooth.

After making one, Nalan Xingtian raised his head, the sky outside the window was getting brighter, and pedestrians were hidden on the side of the road.

Just as he was about to pick up the second bamboo basket, I didn't know the time, Yilu, Wright, and Xiaohu were standing next to him.

Yilu looked at the bamboo basket compiled by Nalan Xingtian, and sighed: "Boss, you don't need to do everything alone, we can do it too." ”

Nalan Xingtian smiled and didn't say anything, Yilu, Wright, and Xiaohu came over to help, and soon a dozen bamboo baskets were woven into shape.

"Today, there is a market in the west square of the city, two copper coins and one one, and our bamboo basket should sell very well. Nalan Xingtian smiled, revealing his white teeth.

"Yes. Yilu, Wright, and Xiaohu nodded.

Loulan, Chengxi Square.

Loulan, the city with the legendary story of the last gathering of the nine heroes, the city that has exercised the legend of killing gods and sealing the gods, the city where I grew up, has a huge inscription on the square in the west of the city, and nine statues that are more than three stories high, which are the statues of the heroes who gathered at the end.

Underneath each statue are the names and biographies of the nine heroes, making the statues lifelike and extremely vivid.

Yan Yuntian pointed to the sky with a long sword in his hand, and the dwarf who held the hammer of Thor, known as the king of the mountains, was the dwarf patriarch - Osf Malken, and the elven patriarch Mutesius, known as the moon god, bent his bow and full moon.

The human twin swordsman Kanter and the sword saint Mazara sword are in the same sword, the cursed hand necromancer Sam covers his face with his hat, the orc patriarch Kasim Bloody raises a huge battle axe and roars into the sky, and the genius witch Ice Phoenix Tiffany, who is half elven and half human blood, the youngest is just eighteen years old, looks noble and elegant.

After that, Ole Malken, the forger of two artifacts, Ori Malken, wielded the Casting Hammer and the Gods.

The inscription in the middle has a painting of the final scene of the battle of divine punishment, Yan Yuntian and the heroes of various ethnic groups led the alliance army to fight to the death and did not retreat, killing the gods and sealing the gods to help fight in it, the seven gods stood proudly in the air, and the war was about to break out.

Underneath the inscription is a passage that reads as follows:

Only this inscription commemorates the warriors who died in the battle of divine punishment, no matter how big or small their contribution is, whether they are famous or not, they are the heroes of the dusty continent, and they are worthy of our eternal memory, our heroes, forever immortal.

Below, there's one more passage.

Ole Malken, the forger of the artifact who saved all beings, pay tribute to all the heroes of the artifact, and may your souls find peace in Heaven.

Behind it is a dense text, which is the name of the four hundred and twenty-one people who paid tribute to the sword of God.

The first few names, Nalan Xingtian, read out softly: "Ole Malken." ”

The dwarf image came to his mind.

"Bar Ralph. Nalan Xingtian thought of the first tattooed man in his dream to throw himself into the furnace.

"Baker Harvey. "This should be the heroic knight.

"Maggie Rudolph. "This should be the beautiful woman who followed infatuatedly.

The inscription under the pedestal is: the first year of the Gregorian calendar of the Dusty Continent, December 27, caster: Sylvanas.

Nalan Xingtian was silent and said in a low voice: "The divine punishment did not come in the end, may your souls be at peace." ”

A few people from Nalan Xingtian came early, and the bamboo basket had already been sold out.

Every time he looked at the inscriptions and sculptures, and thought about the bard's verses and legends, he felt his blood reverberate and he couldn't help himself.

It's just that Nalan Xingtian will recall his dreams, the scenes in the dreams, the purple-red hazy sky, the silent and empty city, and the old man's angry and desperate expression when the divine punishment came.

The specific characters and deeds in the minstrels' legends, as well as the real sculptures in the Heroes' Square, as well as the hints of the Yangtze River and the Apocalypse in the dream, all show that the battle between the Nine Heroes and the Divine Punishment is exactly what exists, not a fictional legend.

It's just about divine punishment, what exactly is divine punishment? In what form is it manifested, and is there really a god in this world? Is it an alternative life form with power that transcends everything and claims to be a god? Or is it a creator in the true sense of the word who created gods like Pangu Nuwa in the legend.

Can you create your own world in this ancient era?

He looked back at Yilu, Wright, and Xiaohu, and said, "Have you ever thought about the future?"

"Later?" Yilu wondered: "In the future, I will follow Boss Nalan, and whatever the boss does, I will do?"

"I'll be later. Xiaohu thought for a while and said, "My Xiaohu must have strong strength and am not afraid of anyone. ”

"What about you, Wright. Nalan Xingtian asked.

Wright lowered his head and thought for a while before saying, "I, Wright, want to be able to use up the gold coins, so that I can enjoy wealth forever and not be poor." ”

"I, Nalan Xingtian, want to be an upright man like Yan Yuntian. Protect my friends and tremble my enemies. Nalan Xingtian said loudly in front of the sculpture of the Nine Heroes.

"What about you, Yilu, you just want to follow me, you don't have any other ideas?" asked Nalan Xingtian.

"Of course there is, just say it, don't you laugh at me?" said Iro.

"You are our Yilu, and no one dares to laugh at you. "Nalan Xingtian is right.

"I'm going to be the end of the Nine Heroes, someone like Master Tiffany, who will have brilliant and powerful magic, won't be bullied, and can protect those around me. Ilu plucked up the courage to speak the words of his heart.

"Why be like Tiffany, Elul?" asked Nalan Xingtian.

"Because Master Tiffany & Co. is noble, beautiful, and powerful, I like her very much. Ilu said, looking at Tiffany's sculpture.

"I see, Ilu wants to be a magician. Xiaohu patted his head.

"Yes!" Iru nodded affirmatively.

"Haha, the biggest joke I've ever heard in this world, look at those four fools, daydreaming?"

Looking at the sound, a group of teenagers looked at them, their eyes seemed to be looking at a group of fools, and one of the leaders was fair-skinned and handsome, who was the Ling Aochen he met yesterday.

"Who do you mean daydreaming?" questioned Nalan Xingtian.

"Say you, fool, and the three around you, you look so stupid. Haha, still Master Tiffany, quack, laughing at me. The young man in the lead was fair-skinned and handsome, but his movements were exaggerated, and he laughed heartily.

"Ling Aochen, did you not get beaten enough yesterday, and did you come to find a beating again today?" Nalan Xingtian blushed and roared angrily.

"As soon as I said that I was angry yesterday, Nalan Xingtian, today I brought enough partners. You're fools, fools, fools, fools, four fools daydreaming. The boy grimaced, and the boys behind him laughed together.

"You're looking for death. Nalan Xingtian couldn't help but raise his fist.

"Fight, come, come, see who has the most people. The young man was not timid, and several teenagers of the same age surrounded him, a total of ten people, more than twice as many as Nalan Xingtianren.

"Boy, do you dare to fight?" Ling Aochen smirked.

"You're the one who hit you. Nalan Xingtian didn't hesitate, and punched Ling Aochen's face with a smile.