Orc Tyrant

Listening to Mogzhogen narrate the ins and outs of the whole thing with intermittent sentences, the time has entered the evening.

In the end, although the other party still had a lot to say, Guk really didn't have the patience to continue listening, because he had accumulated a lot of questions.

The raging flame illuminated the top palace of the Blackstone Fort, and Guk and Mogdrogen sat facing each other, both silent.

But Liya, who had been on the scene, had fainted a long time ago. Those shocking realities caused great damage to her mind, so that her body had to be forced into shock to ensure that she was not scared to death.

Guke's thoughts were chaotic. He wasn't the Ok, who was not so good at thinking, but because he wanted to manage an entire kingdom, he used his brain a little bit more than other guys.

It wasn't until the calf became a little numb that Guk moved his body and whispered:

"and so……"

He paused for a moment, trying to organize the appropriate language.

"...Why did the ancient sages go to fight with any dead souls? It's this place?"

Mogdrogen nodded, agreeing with what he said.

Guke took a deep breath, causing the fire in front of him to lighten and darken, then he raised his head and looked at the stars in the night sky.

"Are we coming from above?"

"Yes it is."

"There are many, many same... planets on it?"

"Yes."

"Mogdrogen, you said you have experienced all this, how long have you lived?"

Mogdrogen scratched his head, a little unable to answer this question.

"long time."

"long time."

"Just you survived?"

"then."

"fighting."

"Bean sprouts."

"behind."

"Assault."

"What are bean sprouts? What do they look like?"

"Like dried shrimps."

"higher."

"Be thinner."

"Timid."

Guk walked a few steps back and forth, and began to ponder something in his heart. He was indeed a little confused. If Mogdrogen was telling the truth, then what he had to face was an extremely vast world, a dark and unfamiliar universe. .

He was very excited about this, but he had to confirm it again before that.

"Take me there!"

Suddenly, he stopped and lifted Mogdrogen from the ground.

"where?"

"You said, the thing that brought us here!"

"It's already."

"destroy."

"only."

"wreckage."

"Then take me there too, I have to see with my own eyes!"

"underground."

"Very deep."

"Stop talking nonsense, go now!"

After speaking, Guk took Mogdrogen out of the Blackstone, brought a large group of guards and Batka, who was joining in the fun, and went all the way to the ground in the direction Mogdrogen pointed out.

In another place, a certain boy was waiting in the dark.

The only light will only briefly penetrate through the open observation window when they give him food. The light is so gentle that he will never blindness when he looks over.

After the observation window was closed, he followed the smell to find the food, touched it and ate it. The light and food are the only references to the time in his room. He kept counting them in his head. He had eaten 132 times and watched the light 132 times. Only six times the observation window was opened but no food came in. This is why he It seems to have some special meaning.

There may be eyes peeping at him, maybe there are other meanings, maybe it's really meaningless.

He waited, either sleeping or exploring the edge of darkness. The ground, walls and roof were made of metal. The lines formed by the rivets delineated the boundary of the plates that make up the floor. There were a total of 678 rivets. He had touched it. I counted them several times and never missed one.

The door is hinged on the outside. There were no cracks or gaps in the sealing of the narrow observation window. The room was a cube, with twice his length on each side.

There are two small fence openings on the roof. A slow airflow, with a heavy smell of oil and mechanical paste.

The other is blocking the lighting, at least he guessed that these details have never changed.

The only thing that changed was the singing of the wall. Sometimes the song was a low rumble, like a mechanical tremor, sometimes the wall fell into silence, and sometimes they shook like a boat floating in a torrent.

Each song passed and passed away, sometimes as if it would continue an epoch, and sometimes it rose and fell rapidly.

The first time the singing came, he beat the door and yelled loudly, but no one answered, and finally he fell tired and fell to the floor. When he woke up again, the singing voice had changed and he listened and waited.

After he had eaten one hundred and thirty two times, the sound of the wall's singing had almost become his dependence on living, but they were now silent, and the observation window had been opened twenty times since the last time they sang.

He ate the recent bowl of food and fell asleep in the silence.

However, when he woke up he was no longer alone.

A man was sitting against the opposite wall, a dilapidated metal bowl and a candle stood beside his feet, and a broken piece of bread lay in the bowl.

He was thin, and his skin was covered with scars healed from the burning. His white hair hung down to his neck, revealing a gray and old breath. He looked tired, but still strong, as if an old knife that needed to be sharpened but was still sharp, he looked like those boys again. One of the most hated teachers, he seems to be from the home he was taken away from.

"Aren't you afraid?"

The man said, his voice hoarse indicating the damage to his vocal cords, and then he raised his head, revealing a wrinkled face. This man was unexpectedly older than the boy's grandfather.

The boy shook his head, not sure if the man was asking questions.

"Alert and agile."

He exhaled as he spoke.

"You are a liar."

The boy said carefully.

"Maybe……,"

The man shrugged his eyebrows.

"...In a sense it is indeed me."

"What do you want? Why am I here? Why did they send you here?"

"They want you to be something you never thought of..."

The man said softly:

"...And no one sent me. I'm here because I want to make sure that my choice is right."

He looked at the boy and nodded.

"Still not afraid?"

"Not afraid."

The boy raised his head, and for the first time a kind of rebellion came out of his voice.

"Everyone is scared of something."

"I won't succumb!"

The boy snarled, and the man smiled, twitching slightly near his temple under the tugging of the skin.

"That's why I chose you."

The man raised a hand and rubbed his right eye, fluid light blue flames interlaced on his fingers.

"It's okay, you won't be afraid, but fear is also good-make people live, make people focus, you have to know what you really need to be afraid of, that... is power.

The boy tried to scream, and light blue flames poured into his eyebrows, and his facial features burst into weird colors, as if his skull was filled with those blue flames.

"You are qualified, Alex, as a member about to bathe in the dawn."