Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

It's just a mere weapon that is beautiful but wants to devour the Lord.

Gilgamesh's ideas were so pure from the beginning.

Accidentally obtained a rather special weapon, Wang can find some fun in its special features, and can also simply appreciate it.

Got some interest.

Also appreciate enough.

Wang's interest and patience always dissipate faster than the average person.

Had it not been for this sudden war--of course, war would have broken out even if it hadn't been so sudden--perhaps patience would have lasted a little longer.

However, now that he has reached this point, Wang is too lazy to say more, just follow the trend.

It is true that Uruk has not experienced war for many years, and Gilgamesh, the king, has not faced the enemy for so many years.

However, the feeling is not unfamiliar, and there is no change in the preparation.Everything is going smoothly, as if the upcoming process and results have already been determined.

"The result of the divination has been obtained, king, and the victory belongs to Uruk."

Before the war begins, it is a customary custom for the priests in the temple to divination the outcome of the war.Not to mention the accuracy of divination, it is also very effective in boosting morale.

This time was no exception. The high priest Siduri sent the news in time: The stars guide the direction of everything going smoothly, as usual, there is no need to worry.

"Isn't this a matter of course! Siduri, you are making such a fuss."

Wang still didn't take this attitude seriously, and he could also regard it as a sure thing of victory, so he didn't seem surprised at all.

It's a joke if you lose.Now that Uruk is a powerful country, and he is the king sitting in the town, any hot-eyed bastard is qualified to make a decision.

It's okay to want to get a share of the pie, but you have to be prepared to die without a whole body.

However, even if the odds are in your hands, there is absolutely no possibility of failure.

Wang knows, and Siduri also knows that as long as it is a war, it is impossible to truly retreat without any loss.

There may be zero casualties, but it is very low. This is the unavoidable consequence of King Gilgamesh.

After all, it is precisely because of being in the age of gods that human beings are so vulnerable by comparison.

"Also, Wang, I have another puzzle..."

Listening to the high priest's report, the king was absent-minded.This detail was only discovered by the high priest who was very familiar with him, so she hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

"Say."

"Is such that."

Siduli observed the change in the king's expression: "Are you really going to use... to fight?"

Since the young man transformed by a knife didn't know anything, including his own name, Siduri could only hesitate to mention it vaguely, or call him simply "he".

Wang is the same as usual, calling everyone "bastard" and "idiot", and he can be called by his name a few times.

However, it was a little strange, and I don't know if she was thinking too much.

Even if he kept his previous habits, Wang seemed to have completely ignored the fact that he could give the knife a clear name, completely omitting the important steps.

"Oh, what do you want to say."

"As far as I know, his shape and length are very special, Wang Yong may not be used to it. And—"

He hesitated to speak later.

Siduri believes that it is impossible for Wang not to be ignorant:

That young man's body is indeed beautiful, as if the lines of the moonlight are condensed on the ordinary iron, and he has never seen anything comparable to it before.

However, no matter what his appearance is, it cannot be changed - he is just an ordinary iron forged by mortals.

Putting it together with the artifacts in the king's collection and more or less magic-infused special weapons, they are not at the same level in terms of power or sturdiness.

Too fragile, too vulnerable.

Such a sword, although it is a weapon, should not go to the battlefield.

Because, like fragile human beings, there is the danger of "death".

The swordsmith who forged him, and the "masters" who collected him may not have the idea of ​​letting him fight in actual combat.

He should be cherished.

It should be carefully wiped, carefully placed in a bright place, as a symbol of beauty or status...

"Hey——hahahahahahaha! Siduri, I didn't expect you to have such a stupid idea. This king was really shocked."

Wang suddenly laughed, which made the high priest feel puzzled, and a strange feeling slowly appeared in his heart.

Siduri - oh, not only Siduri - it was always thought that the king was very fond of that young man.

However, if it was what they thought, why did the king react like this at this time?

It was as if he had heard a particularly funny joke, and the speculations of mortals were indeed no different from jokes to him.

But the laughter was also unexpected.Wang laughed for a while, then stopped, letting his breath gradually calm down.

"That guy took the initiative to ask for Ying. I don't think it matters what kind of weapon you use, so of course I let him go."

"But, Wang—"

"And but? Why have you become so dull, Siduri."

In stark contrast to the big laugh just now, Wang's expression seemed to freeze in an instant, the coldness between his brows was like ice and snow that could not be easily melted.

"Weapons can only reflect their value when they are used on the battlefield."

In the king's treasury, the most unused and least valued are all kinds of weapons piled up into mountains.

Of course, he can keep the knife and put it away, and sometimes he wants to appreciate it on a whim, so he can take a look and treat it as a special collection.

That's right, it's a collection, not a weapon - how can something that can only be delicately placed under heavy protection be a weapon.

He could have done it, but in the end, he didn't.

This is how the king's aloofness is revealed.He directly gave Dao two choices, let Dao choose by himself, whether to make a collection or return to the essence.

If he chooses the former, Wang will not take it to heart. What attitude he had in the past will be what he will do in the future. After all, he treated the knife with the attitude of collecting it before.

However, under the gaze of Wang Scarlet's eyes, Dao stared at him firmly, and finally chose the latter calmly.

"If you don't want to make a collectible, do you still want to make a fragile weapon... It's interesting. However, seeing the eyes that are completely in line with expectations, it feels very boring."

Wang shook his head slightly and clicked his tongue lightly. This soliloquy made the high priest even more at a loss.

Naturally, he wouldn't explain it to Siduri, and just commented a few words in his heart.

"Eyes", of course, refers to the eyes that the blue-haired youth showed when he looked at him that day.

It's been like this from the very beginning.

The gloom surged out from within, thinking that it was hiding, but in fact it had already polluted the blue eyes that should have been clear and beautiful.

Half clear and half muddy, this is more unpleasant than a muddy mud that can't be washed completely.

This is a knife that wants to bite the Lord.

So, Wang graciously gave him a chance.

to the battlefield.

Will it be impotently broken first, or should we seize the opportunity and make some fearless struggles?

——Just use this last "value" to bring him some fun.

With a smile on the corner of Wang's lips, he thought so.

……

Not loved, not trusted, just treated as a plaything to pass the time——

As a knife, it is really pitiful to be in this situation.

Although as far as the person involved is concerned, Dao doesn't think he is pitiful.

He just felt helpless and confused.

So, what the hell is going on.

The impulse to "kill the master" was surging in his chest all the time, and it was so boiling that it almost burned through the human body, so that he couldn't control his gaze.

But Dao always felt wrong, very wrong.

He restrained himself extremely firmly, not to be corroded by the inexplicable killing intent.It's okay to be misunderstood. After all, this killing intent is real. If you explain that you don't have this idea, it is impossible for others to believe it.

Not a normal knife, he thought, but—

In terms of obeying his master's orders and complying with his master's wishes, he still abides by the principle and is quite competent.

The war has begun.

The enemy soldiers approached the city, and looking out from the city wall, you can see the blackness rolling over the earth, creating a powerful momentum.

On the city wall, the king only glanced at the approaching army, and raised his hand seemingly casually.

Numerous golden halos floated in the void behind him, protruding from the halos were the weapons that the king had piled up in the treasury, the number was terrifying.

Sa——

As soon as the raised hand came down, thousands of golden weapons fell forward like a rain curtain, engulfing the army not far away.

The screams shook the world.

Throwing all the weapons without money, although the damage is large enough, it cannot guarantee that the enemy will be wiped out, and many people will survive.

At this moment the gates of Uruk opened.

The soldiers who were ready to go rushed out aggressively, collided with the local army, and immediately began to fight.

Wang can stay behind and command the battle, but he has never done this before. He always leads the army, and this time is no exception.

The only thing that is different from before is that his weapon has changed.

The Deviant Sword was sealed, and Wang did not use the long ax that was commonly used later, but took a weird knife.

"Gilgamesh, no matter how good the treasure is, if you use it like this, it's a waste of money. It's better to just give it to me!"

The leader of the enemy saw the knife at a glance, and everyone present saw it.

First the eyes straightened, and then burst into a greedy red light.

Wang sneered: "My king's things cannot be coveted by you bastard."

He can use it however he wants, even if it breaks in his hand—

……

So, it was in his hands.

The knife really broke.