"That black winter wolf wandering in the Winterless Snow Field is really the descendant of the North Wind God? But why is it here? Did the Transans bring it? Or did the Creator Chosen Ones sense the gathering of storms in Port Chardo in advance, so he deliberately brought such a powerful thug? ”

On a tall building in the commercial district not far from the port area, the "scholar" with a cane was watching the battle on the sea through a complex telescope, and when he saw the winter wolf calling for a cold plague to sweep through the port area, he knew that the Dagon Esoteric Cult's raid on the port area was going to fail.

It was not unjust to lose, after all, no one expected the appearance of a legendary creature in the Genoa Peninsula.

But there was no distress on the scholar's face, on the contrary, his eyes were full of interest, and if the time was right, he really wanted to meet with Lord Eris and take some biological samples from him, which would definitely be very helpful for his future research.

It's a pity that time is cold to anyone.

He must now leave this warm place to accomplish what he must do.

"Tick Tick"

Putting his gentleman's tall hat on top of his classic Mediterranean hairstyle and turning off the alarm clock on the table that constantly chimes in his arms, he took one last look at his room with a nostalgic expression.

On the desk was an old photograph that he had just placed here.

Many years ago, he took the photograph with him on his travels, and now, he puts it back here to represent that he has finally returned to his homeland with what he has found.

"The children have been deliberately keeping the room as it used to be, as if they wanted to go back to the good old days and escape the cold reality. I still haven't been able to teach them well, and being afraid of the future is not what a good mechanic should be. ”

The scholar sighed and pushed the door open with his cane.

Outside the door stood a male shadow elf disguised as a waiter, looking at the scholar with an expectant and apprehensive gaze, and beside him was a coffin-like device that could be carried, and a girl could be seen sleeping in the occasional reflection of its mirror.

Her cheeks were badly burned, and she had to stay in this portable bio pod to take her last breath.

"Penny's condition is already terrible, Scholar, when are we going to save her?"

The male elf asked in a pleading voice, and the scholar shrugged his shoulders and said in a gentle tone:

"Don't be so desperate, kid, let's go! Everything is arranged, just waiting for your mentor to bring back the 'smart hat' I made when I was younger.Don't worry about the name, it can help poor Penny.

Bring your friends with me, the rest of the journey can be a bit bumpy. ”

"Okay, okay."

The slightly cowardly male elf immediately carried his friend on his back, and followed the scholar out of the humble high-rise in the business district, where a manned walking machine was already waiting when they reached the door.

But what is surprising is that this walker is not manned, and it comes down here in an "unmanned" state.

"Resuscitation, take us there."

The scholar who got into the car whispered.

The invisible data consciousness then set in motion, allowing the walker to start in the direction of the outer city in the stormy night, and in order to take care of the sick Penny, the scholar deliberately made the walker's pace more stable.

"Your name is Birdie? Do you like this girl? ”

In the silence, the scholar who was looking at a map suddenly raised his head and asked, which caused the male elf opposite to stammer, wave his hand and say:

"No, no! Penny is a powerful warrior and assassin, an elite who can inherit the mantle of Lord Sarivo, I'm just a mechanic and archaeologist with little skills, and I'm still a man, and our status in the Shadow Elf society is very different. ”

"But that's in the ordinary Shadow Elf society, and as far as I know, the faction in Sarifo doesn't pay attention to this strange opposition between men and women, and that's what I admire most about Lord Shadowblade, as someone who grew up in the most twisted and patriarchal society of the Shadow Elves, he abhors unwarranted inequality and is determined to make a change."

The scholar looked at the male elf in front of him with a smile like an old man, and he said softly:

"As a follower of him, I think you should have a deeper understanding of Sarifo's philosophy.

You are not a humble man, child, you are now a warrior who is willing to venture into the most dangerous city in the world for the sake of his lover, and I dare say that even the bravest women of the Shadow Elf family would not come to the port of Chardor at this time.

You're already better than them.

Also, if you really have a crush on Miss Penny, you might as well say goodbye to her at this last time.

After the life transformation I made with my own hands, she will be resurrected in a new form.

In that case, I can't guarantee that Miss Penny will be able to retain her emotions, do you understand what I mean? She'll come back to life, but maybe for you, this will be the last time you'll see her. ”

"I can't help it"

The male elf was suddenly a little entangled.

Seeing his appearance, the scholar laughed, took out a pen and paper and handed it to him, and said:

"I can't say, so write it down, write down your expectations for the future and your feelings, and I promise Miss Penny will see it."

"Okay."

Bertie nodded, took the pen and paper, and began to write earnestly in the slightly shaky walking machine that carried him to the restless night, a scene that made the scholar smile a little, and then shook his head.

It seems to be sighing for this relationship that is destined to come to fruition.

Meanwhile, in the Cité Universitaire Museum in Port Chardo, Sarifo Shadowblade, dressed in a dark Assassin uniform, walks like a ghost in the dead corridors.

The museum houses a variety of unique and monumental objects from the halfling civilization, but in the past few years it has been used as a temporary shelter, with the lower five floors occupied by refugees and the original collection moved to the upper floors.

Shadowblade needs to find what the scholar left here and get it in order to save his disciples.

There was a calmness in his mind that bordered on death, which was a must for an Assassin on a mission.

Walking lightly on the marble floor, his shadow stretched out of the window by the occasional thunder of the storm, the noisy external environment favored the actions of Assassins and thieves, though no such assistance was needed at the level of Sarifo.

He quickly found the location of the thing.

It was stacked with some exhibits in a side room, and because of the turmoil of the times, these collections were not well protected, let alone any safety device, and even the fence was missing, only an old lock on the door of the side room was used as protection.

Of course, this can't stop a goldenrod who is par excellence.

Without making a sound, he stepped inside, reached out and opened the display case, and removed the peculiar mechanical-style helmet with many small light bulbs.

This thing is called the "smart hat" by scholars.

It's hard to understand what kind of strange thinking young scholars have.

Sarifo put it away and prepared to leave, but just as he turned to open the window and was about to jump from a height, he suddenly looked back behind him.

Outside the door of the side room, the cry of a child rang out.

The cry was quite hesitant, mixed with the cry of "mother", and it looked like a child had been lost on this stormy night.

Shadowblade hesitated, he shouldn't have to do much, this museum was a very safe place, even if the kid spent the night here, there would be no problem.

He persuaded himself, then closed the window and turned to the door with a blank face, as if by magic, when he stepped out of the side room, Sarifo had already used the secret method of the shadow elves to disguise himself as an ordinary museum worker, even the costume was vividly disguised.

Camouflage, a skill that an Assassin must master.

"Kid, why are you here?"

He easily found the little human boy huddled in the dark corner and cried with a headache.

It was very similar to the way he had been when he had picked up Penny and Bertie in the village of the Eternal Rift more than thirty years ago, and perhaps he would have been so helpless and timid when he was picked up by Big Brother Truman outside the city earlier.

Shadowblade stepped forward and crouched down, and said in as gentle a voice as possible:

"What about your mother?"

"Mother is gone, woo, I want to find her here."

The weeping little boy looked up at the expressionless but soft-spoken uncle in front of him, and he blinked and said:

"Uncle, why haven't you gotten off work yet?"

"I was about to leave work, but I heard your cry, what a pitiful little pity."

Sarifo sighed playfully, stretched out his hand to the boy, and said:

"Come with me, I'll send you back to the lower level, this is not the place for you to come, the halflings have piled up a lot of dangerous collectibles here, although it is unlikely that something will go wrong, but it is better to be careful."

"Well, okay, I can't find my way back."

The little boy took Sarifo's hand and followed him to the lower staircase, and in the cacophony of the wind and rain outside the window, the child said in a timid tone:

"It's so dark outside! It's like walking at night when I can't see a little light, I don't know where to go, as if it's wrong to go anywhere, without my mother's guidance, I will definitely get lost in such darkness.

I had to retreat back to where I was.

I've always wanted to be as brave as my former friend, but I couldn't, I tried to imitate him but I could never be him.

I could only cry.

Am I weak? Uncle? Why didn't you speak? ”

"Because I feel like you have something to say."

Sarivo's tone froze.

He shook off the boy's cold hand, took a step back, and a pitch-black shadow elf blade jumped into his palm as his fingers danced, and he looked at the child in front of him who was staring at him with a puzzled gaze, and he said:

"Are you mocking me for my situation? Who are you? ”

"I'm you."

The little boy whispered in a frightened voice:

"Don't you see? I was lost, and after losing the guidance of my mother and friends, I didn't know where to go, and I was trapped in this cold world like a kite with a broken string, and I couldn't even pretend to be strong, I could only hide my cowardice with crying

Every midnight dream, I can dream of holding a friend with bloodied hands.

I swore to follow him, but I killed him

Am I not brave enough?

Uncle. ”

"Enough!"

The black blade in Sarivo's hand stabbed at the strange boy in front of him with a cold scold.

The moment the blade touched him, His Excellency the slave owner felt a headache, and while the boy's terrified eyes turned into streamers and dissipated, he looked down and saw that his heart was also overflowing with blood, as if the sword had stabbed himself across the world.

"Alas, Sarifo Shadowblade"

The figure of a hoarse woman rang out from the increasingly unsettling darkness around her, and a woman with six arms quietly emerged from the darkness under the gaze of Shadow Blade.

She looked at the shadow elf in front of her with a look of pity, and she said:

"Scarred soul, with a sharp blade in your hand, don't you even have the courage to face yourself?"

"You"

Sarivo looked at the projection in front of him with a look of astonishment, and he lost his voice and said:

"Lady Spider."

"Call me Rose."

The projection whispered:

"When I arrived at the port of Chardo, I thought I would gain strength here, but it turned out that fate always favored me, and even in the restless night, I could meet a lost traveler.

Kid, you've come too far.

It's time to turn back. ”

"Am I on the wrong track?"

After a brief moment of consternation, Sarivo regained his composure, put away his black blade and asked:

"You created the Shadow Elves, and I've always had a question, do you think we're on the wrong side now? A man once told me that men weren't born to be slaves to women, and to be honest, I didn't believe it.

After all, you know, I was abandoned as a kid only because I was a boy."

"So after Truman's death, you decided to turn his accusation against the Shadow Elves into your ideals?"

Lady Rose asked softly:

"That's why you destroyed Mejwa City?"

"No, I ruined there just because I hated it! I hated everything about that city as much as I hated myself. ”

Sarivo stepped back, trying to leave the illusion woven by Lady Spider.

He said:

"I'm not the one who can make a difference, the man who can change the society of the Shadow Elves has been killed by my own hands, I'm just a clumsy imitator, clumsily trying to pass on his thoughts. However, the legacy you have left behind is too deep for the current shadow elves to turn back, and only by destroying the old system that is wrong can a new future be built on the ruins.

That's the answer I'm giving you.

When dusk comes, the Shadow Elves will be the first civilization to be burned to the ground!

I'll do it with my own hands!

Only in this way can I face the past with a clear conscience when I die, and if I destroy a hope, I will bring a new hope. ”

"Do you know what it means to say these things before your God?"

Rose said:

"Maybe I should get rid of you here, I have good enough reason to get rid of you, however, Sarifo Shadowblade, betrayer, I've been following you longer than you think. Although weaving the web of fate has been put on hold, I'm still excited to see what you will do at the end of the thread that has gone the wrong way.

It must be glorious, dazzling, and surprising. However, your fate is sealed.

You're going to die!

Shadow Blade, you will eventually fall in a pool of your own blood.

Like Truman, who died in your arms, you will eventually realize the responsibility you have carried in this fate.

You will eventually know that you will not get a correct result by using the wrong method, but hope has been nurtured and it will blossom in the next era.

Go ahead.

Only after walking barefoot on this painful path will I allow you to rest in the night.

But tonight.

Don't make a fuss. ”

"Buzz"

The world in front of Sarifo Shadowblade and the world around him turned upside down in an instant.

In the final confusion, he vaguely saw a broken net, and when he came back to his senses, he still maintained the action of pushing open the window, and the window was still staggered by wind and rain, lightning and thunder.

"Huh."

He laughed twice, shook his head, pushed open the window and leaped down, before disappearing into the unsettling darkness.

He didn't have much time to think about the prophecy of fate that Lady Spider had left behind.

His disciples are still waiting for him to save them.

Just like when Truman saved him.

——

"Right ahead?"

In the underground world of Port Chardo, Murphy, who had already crossed the criss-crossing sewers and began to move further down, reached out and pulled out the sentry's battle lightsaber, he looked at the mechanical beasts that appeared in the darkness in front of him, and said to Master Minks beside him:

"Kill these guys and you'll be able to get closer to the land of creation?"

"Well, right ahead."

Minks threw the mechanical squirrel out of his hand and let it click as it landed, transforming into a strange mechanical warrior the size of a half-man with sharp blades on both hands and legs in a rather strange and unscientific way in a rather strange and unscientific way in the eruption of white plumbing plumes.

It looked like it wanted to be sophisticated, and its shape-shifting posture was like the bakugan kid Murphy played with as a child, and this scene made the vampire blink, if he remembered correctly, Old Flywheel and Little Bach both had similar mechanical pets next to them, that is, they were also guarded by similar mechanical samurai?

Hmm, is this how the Master of the Machine fights?

It looks so cool.

Minks didn't notice Murphy's throbbing gaze, he stared ahead of him who was blocked, and said:

"It's not the same place as it was before, maybe. Something has been activated, and we're going to have to speed it up, Lord Murphy. When will the supporters you invited arrive? ”

"They're already here."

Murphy activated his lightsaber, stepped forward, and said:

"The Scepter of God is in place, too, but honestly, you'd better pray that things don't get to the point where you need to use that thing tonight."

Ps：

I won't say I wish you all happiness on Qingming Day, I'm afraid of being beaten. In short, the ancestors will bless us!

(End of chapter)