The Dark King

July twenty-nine.

Weather, overcast.

The clouds were over the giant walls, the turbid light was covered by dark clouds, the air was a bit cold, and the pedestrians on the street had been replaced with heavy winter clothes in the black and snow season, wrapped tightly. In the commercial districts and residential areas, in the huge squares of the slums, and in front of the shrines of the Holy See, there are already members of the Guangming Holy See who are building high-rises, waiting two days later, in early August, the first day of the annual black and snow season. It is a routine [Praying Day], extremely grand, whether it is a civilian or an aristocrat, at home or under the high platform, praying with the temple to pray for the great light of God, to give blessings, to protect all beings from suffering.

On the top of a towering Fort on the Dega Mountain, several gods are busy setting up a minaret to the highest place in the fort. The wind is chilling, and the robes of several people are sizzling, hair Drifting.

"Come on, all move faster, the wire is buried first." A spirited old man is beside the command, it is Ibiza.

Several gods made the action sway and pulled the wire down the groove.

"Old Yi, can you say that this thing really works?" Another short and thin old man asked casually.

Ibiza shook his head slightly and said: "It's hard to say, when the lightning comes, you know, no matter what, many of the concepts of the thunder magic that this thing proposes, know the deep drill, even if it is not successful, it can barely be included in the Samsung magic. ""

"That's not bad." The stout old man nodded. "This person should have a deep research on the amount of lightning power. He even knows how to use the latest plastic materials as insulators, perhaps the works of 'Bello'. He has been studying lightning for decades. It is time to be promoted to the master now."

Ibiza smiled lightly and didn't answer. Belo was a good friend of this short and thin old man. He naturally won the latter's favor, but in his opinion, among the many gods of the next generation, there is talent for making this thing. The candidate is no less than three people. The only thing that regrets him is that he asked several of his students two days ago, but they did not do what they did. Otherwise, this thing was born and he also had light on his face.

Rumble ~~!

At this time, there was a sudden snarling thunder in the sky.

Ibiza and the squat old man squinted a little, and the eyes glowed, and immediately said: "Speedy preparation, everyone retreat."

The busy gods in front of the minaret giants quickly finished the final finishing work, quickly retired, followed Ibiza and the dwarf old man to leave here, to go to another tall building next door, Ibiza and dwarf The old man put on a telescope with plastic protection and looked up at the dark clouds like the ink on his head. A heavy rain was coming.

At this time, a temple staff sent a few large oil umbrellas, ready to be used by several people when it rained.

Ibiza turned back and saw it, scared and hurriedly shouted: "Get this thing away, do you want to kill us?"

The few sacred gods also noticed the mistakes of the young temple staff. When the latter was full of anger and tension, he hurried forward to **** the oil umbrella in his hand and threw it behind. In the corridor, this oil umbrella is a metal skeleton, which is easy to attract lightning. One of the gods screamed: "Bastard, licking your dog's eyes, you have to thunder and dare to let us play umbrellas here, and go and get a few sets. Raincoats come."

The young temple staff suddenly realized that he had made a mistake, and his face was white, his legs were stunned, he shivered and promised, and he hurriedly turned and ran.

After a while, Ibiza and others all put on raincoats and stood on the floor.

Rumble ~~!

The thunder and lightning are swimming in the dark clouds, and the electric snakes are passing through the air, and the gloomy world is suddenly brightened, such as a moment of whiteness.

The short-skinned old man stared at the minaret giant on the opposite floor, whispering: "There are those who are placed in the thunder and iron, and when the thunder is low, it will definitely be on the way."

Ibiza snorted and stared at the minaret giant.

boom!

A thunder suddenly sounded.

The air pressure in the air decreased, and the humidity became thicker. After seven or eight minutes, Ibiza felt a cold nose, but it was a drop of rain. He looked up at the sky and immediately put the rain cap on, quietly. wait.

Bang! !

A thick purple thunder passed by and seemed to roar. From the middle section, a purple electric power was suddenly split, and the raindrops suddenly shot down the metal pole on the top of the minaret giant, a bright purple electric light. When the people twisted a dozen meters away, it seems that this minaret giant is a **** hand, taking the electric snake from the clouds and holding it in his hand.

Ibiza and others have a small pupil, only a slight tingling on the skin and scalp, and a layer of goose bumps in the body. The blood in the body can't help but speed up. This is not only shocked by this wonderful picture, but also It is also stimulated by the electrostatic magnetic field attached to the lightning.

The electro-optic light stayed on the retina of the people for less than two seconds, and gradually disappeared. The minaret giant remains intact.

Ibiza and the slender old man raised their telescopes and found that there was no trace of damage to the minaret giants. The ground below them was no different. They couldn’t help but jump and know that this magical work was successful!

boom!

Another thunder and lightning fell down, hitting the minaret giant, wrapped around the metal pole.

When the thunder disappears, the ground remains unscathed.

At this time, the rain is getting bigger and the thunder is more fierce.

Rumble ~~!

When the thunder sounded, lightning was pulled from the air and hit the minaret giant. The ordinary lightning rod could not have such a high rate of mine, but in order to verify the effect of the lightning rod, Ibiza was placed around the lightning rod. A large number of Thunderbolt irons have greatly increased the probability of thunder, and at the same time, due to the huge wall in the wall, it has some impact on the climate. The height of the cloud layer is generally lower than that outside the wall. This is also one of the main natural disasters in the wall. The reason.

In continuous lightning, the lightning rod is unscathed.

Ibiza and others watched the lightning-shocking scene of lightning more than ten meters away from the initial shock, and gradually became intoxicated by the thunder and lightning, like watching a great art exhibition.

The rain lasted for more than three hours. Ibiza and the squat old man stood in the rain for more than three hours. Even the highest master of drama or music, they could not stand in the rain. Watch it for three hours.

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In the old castle.

The oil lamps on the wall burned quietly, the fragrant lights warmed the whole hall, the windows around were all closed, the rain was gently slid out of the window, and the two maids stood quietly in one place, and they saw that they stood still. The legs and feet are a bit sour, but they still insist on it. Kaki and Ginny, Lao Jin and others sat on the sofa and ate the newly bought fruit. Du Dian stood in front of a window, gently slid the window and looked at the crystal rain outside, although it looked It is clean and bright, but the rain falls, but you can see that the water is light black.

This is naturally not the reason why the ground is too dirty.

"Master, are you cold?" Nicotine stepped forward and respectfully.

Du Dian did not look back and said quietly: "You come over."

Nicotine is a little bit, but it is still a small step forward.

Du Di'an said: "What did you see?"

Nicotine whispered, looking out into the gap at the window, swept a few eyes, wondering: "Rain?"

"Where does the rain come from?"

"This, of course, comes from the dark clouds."

"Where did the dark clouds come from?"

"Oh... this slave doesn't know."

Du Dian was slightly silent, seemingly lost, whispered: "You have thought about what is the meaning of our human beings to survive?"

Nicotine whispered and his eyes flashed. "This is a philosophical question. The slaves don't understand. The slaves only know that my meaning is to serve you. Although I used to be offended and rebellious, I am older now. I don't want to fight anymore. I hope that you can trust me again."

Du Di'an regained his gaze and looked at him with a slight look. The two eyes looked at each other. Nicotin looked calm and full of sincerity. Du Dian regained his gaze and raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. He said, "Go and give me a carriage. I will go to the Lane family."

"Yes." Nicotine even respectfully.

Kaqi and others heard that Du Di'an was going out, and Lao Jin said: "I will go with you."

"No need to."

Kaki cuts the fruit and arbitrarily said: "I have been to the Ryan family every night for the past few days. It is only after dawn that you can see the lady of the Ryan family?"

Du Dian glanced at him, didn't say anything, waited for Nicotine to prepare the carriage, immediately put on the raincoat and got on the carriage.

In a carriage ride to a butcher's door in a remote town, Du Dian spent two silver coins and bought a two-pound iron-backed pig. This is a relatively high-grade breed of pigs. The meat is quite strong and similar to beef.

Like last time, Du Dian asked the butcher to slaughter the iron-backed pigs, put them in the carriage, and then drove the carriage to the suburbs. The carriage was left in a small town hotel near the fortress, allowing the boss to take care of the carriage. Clean up. He himself dragged the iron-backed pig that had been thrown into the grass outside the town, and quickly left in the night. After a while, he came to a remote place in the fortress, as he expected, on a rainy day, patrolling It is relatively loose, and the fortress is remote, and the savage has never attacked it, resulting in a good number of garrisons here.

Du Di'an was carrying the iron-backed pig and flew over the fortress. He was silent. The weight of two hundred pounds was like a weapon for him. He was not heavy. After sneaking through the fortress, he immediately followed the night. go with.

After a moment, Du Di'an came to the place where the small splits were raised. He sneaked into the desolate building, opened the hole covered by the branches of the ground, and jumped into the basement with his iron-backed pig. He suddenly saw it tied in the cage. A small splitter who sleeps.

When he landed, the small splitter heard the movement, his head slightly raised, and he came over. After seeing Du Di'an, he suddenly screamed a few times. It seemed to be a little excited. He gently rubbed the cage with the sickle arm. It creaked.

Du Di'an pulled out the carry-on dagger, cut the pig's trotters of the iron-backed pig, and threw it in from the gap of the tungsten steel cage. The small splitter's sickle arm suddenly swarmed up and immediately cut a pig's hoof into seven or eight paragraphs. Use your mouth to pick it up from the ground and eat it.

The dagger in Du Di'an's hand is the dagger that kills the monster. The cut iron back pig is like tofu. It is easy to separate the body and throw it into the cage to feed the small split. Now, just a few days later, the shell of the small splitter The color is a little deeper than before, but there is still a layer of unfaded primaries in the carapace, which looks like uneven paint.

Du Di'an saw the little splitter who had been killed by himself. The other party was only five days old. The color of the whole body had already become extremely deep. The carapace and the scythe arm looked very firm and hard, but this small splitter Some miserable, it has been four days, not only did not grow much, the color of the carapace did not completely change, mainly because of the poor nutrition.

"Little guy, obedient, I will kill your mother in a few days, we can go out together, I can also let you enjoy some freedom." Du Dian threw himself pork and said to himself.

The small splitter will eat the pork that has been thrown into the cage and eat it quickly. He is very excited and excited. After all, this is the only food he eats every day.

After a while, the small splitter was fed. Du Dian put on a raincoat and took off a small sachet hanging from the neck. Unlike other sachets, it was not a spice, but a plasma dry shell of the splitter.

After leaving the basement, Du Dian returned to the wall in the night.

After several round trips, Du Di'an was very familiar with the route. After half an hour, he passed away from a desolate mountain. In vain, he saw a black shadow shaking at the foot of the mountain ahead, like a ghost.

Du Di'an felt a glimpse of his eyes, and he couldn't help but look at it. In the drizzle of the patter, the outlines of these shadows were connected to each other. It was like a dozen figures. These people were together in the hands. Hold a strange long-bar weapon and walk quietly in one direction.

Du Di'an heart jumps, savage? He quietly plucked the grass, approaching the past, and immediately saw the appearance of these people, the body is tall and low, but the skin is dark and rough, like the old small tribes of India in the old days, with a beast ring around their necks. The weapon in the hands of the beast bones and wooden sticks, with a fine knife at the waist, seems to be a little off.

Du Di'an saw these short knives and suddenly thought of the short knife that he had gone to the wall last time. His face changed slightly. I didn't expect this short knife to be used by wild people.

I saw that these savage people did not have raincoats, let the rain and rain fall on their bodies, and they didn't care.

At this moment, the savages went to a steep wall of weeds. The front savage opened the weeds and drilled in. The rest of the people sneaked in. The last person at the end went in and put the weeds back from the opposite side. If you don't see these people entering here, Du Di'an estimates that he will pass by and will not notice that there is a savage den.

He sniffed softly, although the rain dilutes the scent, but still smells a mixture of humans and beasts. He remembers the smell and turns away quietly.

Although the people in the fortress have always hated the savages and regarded them as enemies abroad, they did not feel too strong for Du Di'an. The enemies in his eyes were only monsters. If there were not enough interests, he would not want to provoke these savages. He, the savage's heritage is no worse than the military forces in the fortress.