Such a theory would naturally cause an uproar in a world where religion had already flourished, and how dare these beings, who were already incompatible with them, question their gods? However, they found that they did not find any arguments that could directly overturn this conclusion except for the Divine Codex, so the Temple of Light, which was far superior to the Night People in terms of number and strength, in shame and anger, attacked the Necromancy, and they took advantage of the fear that humans already had, and hyped up the case of the Necromantic endangering humans, and for a while, the Necromantic became a rat that everyone shouted at, and some of the human beings, because of their fanaticism, attracted the revenge of the Night People, and the angry Night People did not know that this was exactly what the Light Temple was looking forward to, and it didn't take long for them to use this to incite the believers and frantically suppress the resistance of the Night People。 Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

While the Temple of Light suppressed dissent, the Temple of Darkness also extended its hand to the powerful people of the night that they had longed for, leaving only two paths for the necromancers, slavery, or death in the true sense of the word.

From this point on, the name of the Night People was only passed down from their own mouths, and in the human world, these creatures that would turn to ashes when the sun shone on them were called necromancy.

Under the influence of the Temple of Light, the history related to the Night People has been completely covered up, but in a hundred years, the people who are still alive have completely left the Night People behind, and only they know this history.

Without the tools to keep time, the Night People have long forgotten how many years have passed, and they have gradually forgotten to resist and survive in the form of necromancy.

In this prison, the first person to react to this story was not Guderian, but his father, who, for as long as he could remember, feel an unusual longing for the sun.

He frantically searched for all the stories about the sun, looking for all the books related to the sun, in order to read these books and learn about the human language, he began to look for every opportunity to deal with the humans who transported resources, but unfortunately, no one wanted to approach these legendary demons who killed people and sucked blood, even if they had never witnessed them in reality.

Guderian's father soon discovered that it was useless to deal with humans alone, so he used his influence in the necromantic to obtain many things that were meaningless in the hands of the necromancy, but extremely valuable in the eyes of humans, and with these things, he successfully obtained from the human beings what he wanted—books and mana lamps.

From this point on, he discovered that human beings are not just beings to be hated, they can bring themselves what they need.

So, he began to persuade the undead with different skills to make things that humans liked in order to sell them to humans, and in this way, they suddenly took out a lot of valuable things and exchanged them for materials from humans.

At first, the human beings thought that these moldy things were just messing around, but gradually, they found that the goods submitted by the necrons could be sold at a good price, so they began to smuggle materials and goods without hiding from the Temple of Light, and the high profits also made these people who transported materials happy.

Probably because the brains of the necrons are relatively simple, and their various goods do not cut corners, but strive for excellence, just like that, even if the transporters of resources hide everywhere, they are still found by merchants with a keen sense of smell and join the vigorous smuggling operation, they do not care whether the goods are made by the necromancers or not, they have only one purpose, to eat all the goods that can be eaten.

This is a good thing for the necromancy, there are more merchants, they get the right to choose, the smallest goods in exchange for the most materials and daily necessities, and then with more materials to make more goods, a virtuous circle began, not long after, this dark and damp place, hung with all kinds of lights, at this time, the happy Guderian always asked his father, "The sun, is this what it looks like?"

The father picked him up, shook his head, and used all the words he had at his disposal to describe to his son the sun of his imagination, the sun so beautiful that words could not describe it, and Guderian, who listened to these words, always looked yearning at the direction of the sky that was so blocked by many obstacles.

Such smuggling could not have been concealed from the Temple of Light for a long time, but fortunately, the rector at that time was an enlightened conservative, and after proposing a certain amount of taxes, he legalized the transaction.

After that, the merchants flocked to the city, bringing with them all sorts of new things and business opportunities, and the necrons set up inns, opened fairs, and held festivals again and again, which allowed them to leave a lot of money while receiving large sums of money.

Unconsciously, this city of the dead is more alive than many human cities.

And the people of the night are also the enjoyers of this vitality.

Guderian, who grew up in such a state of change, saw this lifeless world, a little bit more colorful, and this made him think about the question, even artificial light can make this little hole so beautiful, how beautiful would the incomparably vast world under the sun be?

In his father's eyes, the most beautiful thing about the sun was not its shape, not how much land it could illuminate and how many lives it could bring, but that when the people of the night could face it, it meant that they had regained their freedom.

With a good wish, his father made clothes that allowed the dead to walk freely in the sun, during which Guderian also helped a lot, but most of the time, he just watched quietly from the sidelines, his father's expression was so attentive, his movements were so careful, no matter who he was, he could feel that he had regarded this dress as his other child.

A few years later, it was finally time for my father to verify his clothes.

"Father, don't go. At the farewell party held by the Night People, Guderian hesitated to express his thoughts, "We can live well here." ”

But the father suddenly grabbed the child, who was already as tall as himself, and lifted him high.

"Don't be like this, I'm already an adult!" Guderian struggled in panic as he heard the laughter around him, but now he couldn't escape his father's powerful hand.