In the distant sky, a group of pure white fog was pushed by the wind to the Lion City. The reason why this scene is strange is because the color of the fog is too right. Most of the fog we are exposed to is still gray, although it is more likely to be haze. The mist in Ouyang Dao's eyes was white, but it didn't look like there was a trace of white clouds. On the contrary, it was as if pure white dye was scattered in the sky, Ouyang Dao looked closely, wondering why the fog was so white.

Ordinary fog can still be seen scattering when the edge dissipates, and the smoke column hits a person or object. Instead, the white air resembles a giant speck, defined by fog and a clear scene. If you look at it from above, it may look like a giant white cloud, and the slime is moving slowly. Ouyang Dao was surprised when he saw it for the first time, and the people in the city were not surprised. They watched this strange scene and talked to each other like enlightened people. ”

It's time again" "Time flies so fast" "It feels like yesterday, I've seen old friends again" Ouyang Dao looked at them in surprise. The words "Fog, old friend, periodic" flashed through his mind, and Ouyang Dao knew what had happened to him.

In this strange world known as Laraya, two empires each occupy a continent, they have abundant resources and power, and they are surrounded by many small countries around the empire, forming this colorful world. But this is not always the case: 10,000 years ago, there were many kingdoms on both continents, each of which had a different intensity. The gods of that era were above the earth and often interfered in the lives of humans.

The arrival of the Elder Breakthrough has opened up a chaotic world, where countless countries have killed each other, and the specific reasons have been inexplicable, and the Breakthrough has played a very important role. Sometimes the fate of the world is really interesting. When the old Breaker came, there was a conflict between the kingdoms, and when the Breaker left, the two empires officially confirmed their dominance.

Each of the kingdoms that survived the Great War of the Century had a unique advantage in that they were able to protect themselves. Legend has it that Ryan, the ancestor of the Violet King, formed a deep friendship with an important member of the Elven family through a violet flower. The power of the elves took control of Aaron, and the Violet Kingdom survived the war before absorbing the defeated Deeprock Elves.

Deep Rock Goblins, as the name suggests, are unique in Earth's magical world. Then the two tribes joined forces to create a terrible weapon of war, and the legendary city was built on the back of a dragon, the city of Kirido. After that, the two tribes lived in the fog, constantly crossing the borders of the Violet region, keeping the small kingdom under the armies of the two empires for thousands of years. Unfortunately, this really doesn't have the strength of the survivors and simply can't withstand some special waves.

Whether it's the revival of the Church of Light 4,000 years ago or the rise of the Hunters' Guild 1,000 years ago, the Land of Violets is a delicate flower. Now with the collaboration of the Dragon Spirit and the Deep Rock Elves, it is up to these two organizations to take over, leaving only some of the old contracts in the royal bloodline. In this tranquil and peaceful setting, the Fog Capital Loop is the largest annual bazaar in the provinces of the Violet Kingdom. Countless strange creatures also live in this white mist, forming a unique system of interdependence.

Ouyang Dao's patrol was not far from the gate, and in the white fog outside the Lion City, a huge convoy appeared, which looked like a huge steel dome car from a distance. As expected, Ouyang Dao's badge began to sound, and when he arrived at the guild, he found that the hall was also foggy, and all the faces were extremely serious. Is it really necessary to go to the bazaar so seriously? Shouldn't these bazaars and temple fairs be happy days Ouyang Dao was surprised, but on the surface, he was very calm and calm. Seeing him stop, the older, more serious hunter pointed at Ouyang Dao. Entering the room, the clerk gave Ouyang Dao a bottle of potion, and there was no way.

What is this potion for?Do I have to drink it before I go to the supermarket This is much more than Ouyang Dao imagined, but Ouyang Dao looked as if no one else was surprised, and was about to drink it. "Mr. Gaia, what are you doing!" The clerk in the back was startled at his movements. Ouyang Dao stopped and put the potion bottle to his mouth.

Then the mouse, Tusi, appeared from behind. He reached for the potion and threw it at Ouyang Dao. The dark brown windbreaker that Ouyang Dao had worn for so long was still the same as new, and it was all black after a few seconds. "This potion is for clothes, get ready, we're going to the cemetery today," Tutsi said unexpectedly, and then he didn't say anything, as if one more word would make him a target for some terrible monster.

Seeing Du Qi's unusually serious expression, Ouyang Dao didn't say anything, just pretended to be melancholy and didn't say anything. Ouyang Dao and the other hunters stood in the guild for about half an hour, and the guild leader and the other directors came down from the second floor to escort the guests. The two guests are characterized by a tall man dressed in scaly leather armor. Ouyang Dao could only see the side of the guest, the pointed ears near the temples and the corners of the eyes. Is this a fairy Ouyang Dao glanced at it a few more times, and now the air in the guild was very thick, and he could only see the wonderful patterns of his guests.

The footsteps of another guest were heavy, and the sound of a lute resounded on the steel floor of the Hunters' Guild. The guest, a short man, appeared in the fog, looming, as if wearing a heavy "rock coat". In the fog, the visitor's appearance is not clear, but two voices are pronounced: one sharp and fast, the other warm and heavy and deep. After the guests left, President Naza and the directors stood at the door, silent for a long time, when the fog of the union had dissipated, still thick from the waist down, and from the waist above, clearly visible. Ouyang Dao saw President Naza holding a black box in his hand.

He took a closer look at the crowd and spotted several old hunters holding the same type of chest. President Naza looks strange today, a tall woman who used to roar in an unexpectedly soft voice. "Guys, let's go."

Destination: The Mist Dragon seems to be in serious trouble today, and usually likes to chat with a few hunters, so keep its mouth shut at this time. Sometimes these living bloodlines will make them want to open their mouths, and all the hunters around them will look them in the eye, and the chill in their breath will suffocate their happy words. The hunters in black coats walked quietly in the white mist, with a solemn sense of fear, like a group of Grim Reapers, who were about to get their scythes.

The procession did not march fast, but it did not reach the main square in the center of the city as Ouyang Dao expected. The way forward is wrong, isn't the Grand Place the center of the bazaar now not as spectacular as it was when they set out the other day, but more worthy of respect than then, a silent, terrible tribute. The hunters marched south, and Ouyang Dao remembered that there was a huge swamp outside the south gate, and it was not a good idea to go there in the fog.

Outside the south gate, Ouyang Dao's field of vision was occupied by a giant tortoise, which was nothing more than a small mountain. The swamp in Ouyang Dao's memory was already covered with the giant limbs of the Aaronic Beast, lying there quietly, even more terrifying than the roaring beast. The turtle-shaped viper's back is shrouded in mist, but the black brick walls are still clearly visible, carved with the emblem of the Great Guild of Hunters. The "hillside" in front of them opened its golden pupils, and a deafening sound came from Ouyang Dao's voice.

"Say hello again, little ones," said President Naza, barely making eye contact with the dragon, who usually stands out from the crowd. "Lord Ryugui, please allow us to bury 13 of our recently deceased companions"

"Death again, you little ones are too fragile" President Naza said nothing, she didn't want to admit the weakness of humanity and had to face the harsh reality. Compared to these hundreds of years old people, their bodies are comparable to mountain beasts, humans, and they are fragile. "Where is that little J á Szó? Did he put away his broken knife, and the monster's voice was more like the voice of a kind elder to a naughty child.

"Arthur will be very wounded and on his way to the king," Master Naza said in a heavy, calm voice. "Is Yasuo finished? Humans are so fragile" Giant Aaron's first words, fragile, may be a bit of a half-joke, but more like a submissive exclamation. Master Naza did not speak, but silently saluted the beast, and the huge turtle Aaron closed his eyes, his head slightly close to the ground, and turned into a stone mountain again. Master Naza leads the hunters and climbs the heads of beasts.

In the process, all the black boxes were held tightly in their arms, and some of the old hunters, still in confusion, refused to help others and climbed up alone. Ouyang Dao fell at the back of the group, and from the moment he stepped on the beast, Ouyang Dao felt his gaze, a combative look that seemed to be able to see through him. "You're in luck, little one," Aaron's deep voice rang out again just as Ouyang Dao was about to climb onto the shell.

"You want to keep this gift after your influence," Aaron said, Ouyang Dao was so shocked that he almost thought his secret had been leaked. At the front of the procession, Master Nazha looked back at Ouyang Dao, and although there were hundreds of people 10 meters away, his gaze still stung him.

No matter how flustered, Ouyang Dao still said calmly: "What are you talking about, I don't understand what you're saying" but his expression at that time was very unnatural, Ouyang Dao's face, which usually has a hint of a smile in a normal performance, is now as stiff as a dead man's face, without any deception.

Today, Master Naza didn't say anything. She looked back at the front of the line and said, "Keep up" Ouyang Dao followed the line uncertainly, he now had no doubt that the turtle would bite him to death at any time. After all, the power he possesses is terrifying.

But after quietly following the team for a few minutes, Ouyang Dao calmed down, thinking that the dragoons didn't know their abilities at all, after all, in addition to the terrifying power of blood, I also experienced the consequences of the battle between the two gods, and I once possessed a powerful artifact... Fragments of a system.

After Aaron climbed some distance, Ouyang Dao got under the black fence he had seen before, and when he saw it from below, the black fence was already very high, and he really approached, Nazha was more than two meters long, about half the height of this fence. In the center of the wall there is a huge black door with a huge head carved on it, not just a thin layer of relief, this head sculpture is very three-dimensional, as if a head was embedded in the original steel door. At the doorway, Master Naza and the old hunters quietly placed the black boxes on the ground, and those delicate black boxes lined up in front of the fence.

Then the line of people watched the wall slowly retreat, their steps almost in unison, almost rhythmic, as if performing some kind of mysterious ritual. At this moment, the door of the skull suddenly revealed two patches of green, and a dozen iron hooks suddenly flew out of the terrible mouth, grabbed the black box left on the ground together, and dragged the mouth of the skull out.

They silently watched President Naza and the hunters behind them cry. At this time, Ouyang Dao had already realized that this should be the cemetery where the hunters buried their corpses, and the fog season of each year began on the day when the hunters paid tribute to their predecessors. As Mr. Ouyang expected, after the chain moved the black box inside, the closed door opened, revealing a neat tombstone. Ouyang Dao's eyes scanned the tombstone, which was not only engraved with the hunter's name, but also the details of his final battle.

Ouyang Dao followed the team around the cemetery, and was surprised to find that all the hunters buried there had died in battle, as if none of them had died of old age. This made Ouyang Dao wonder how it was possible to get old, get sick, and then die. There are so many hunters, how can there not be a normal death.

The cemetery is a square rectangle, and the master Naza leads the hunters in a spiral from the outside inward, and the tombstones become more and more dramatic. In the very center of the cemetery, Ouyang Dao was attracted by the strangeness of the cemetery, his eyes were red, his mouth was open, and he looked at the 13 tombstones in the center of the cemetery. I, Ouyang Dao, have a bold idea.