After the holy sword is broken

By the time Alger and Burgess crawled out of the dungeon in disgrace, it was already two days later.

In the past 2000 years, many things have changed.Including the ecology in the dungeon, as well as the shortcuts opened up by the predecessors.

The destruction of the underground creatures and the second collapse of the ruins blocked the already unobstructed roads everywhere.

In addition, Alger himself has not really walked that road, so he can only make difficult guesses based on the sporadic information in the legend, and then try and make mistakes, and return to the ground from the dungeon bit by bit.

"Bless the gods." Burgess felt that he had never been so pious as he is now. Sure enough, the disaster tempered the will, and the desperation sublimated the faith.

"But I hope that the gods will continue to bless us and never experience this kind of suffering again."

He would rather confess every day and pray devoutly than accept such trials again.

Chaos, danger, and darkness.

Fortunately, after a few trips with Al Jie, he habitually prepared water in the storage space beside him, otherwise...

He shook his head, they all came out anyway.

Beside him, Alger wiped off the dust on his body, squinted his eyes slightly to look for the direction to go back.

After staying in the dark underground for a long time, I am not used to the brightness of the ground.

"Over there." Burgess pointed forward, "Get out of here quickly, so as not to collapse again, but you may not have the luck this time."

Alger nodded.

Burgess continued: "Eli should be in a hurry. We've been out for so long...Huh? I think I saw Uncle Singer?"

"Stinky boy, where have you been?!"

The person was still far away, and the fiery scolding came first.

A group of dwarves came running towards them from all directions, yelling at them.

"It's really not reassuring."

"Your apprentice is about to cry."

"Such an adult, I don't know what to do."

Surrounded by the dwarves, Borgins smiled apologetically and begged for mercy.

Alger stood aside and watched with a slight smile on his face.

Ever since he came to the Dwarf Empire, Burgess seemed to be much more angry.

Not long after laughing, he was trained by the dwarves who came back.

"You too! Is it funny? If you are so strong, you can run around? What if something happens?"

Alger was a little overwhelmed: "Sorry, sorry, it won't happen again."

In view of the good attitude of the two people in admitting their mistakes, the dwarves reluctantly forgave them, and the punishment of the dwarf king's fury was also tricked by Borgins and passed by.

After a day of rest, it's Easter for the dwarves.

This festival is to celebrate the god of alchemy and forging, the patron saint of the dwarves, who was reborn from nothingness after the ancient battle of God's Fall.

The way the dwarves celebrate the festival is very simple. It is nothing more than a day off for the whole country, a family gathering, and a big feast.

The banquet was also very simple, without the bells and whistles of human nobles, nor the delicacy of high elves.The bitter cold area does not allow them to use any expensive ingredients.

As a result, what was laid out on the table were large pieces of roast meat from unknown icefield beasts, whole roasted chickens, roasted pigs, and large baskets of rye bread.

Of course, the last thing is barrels of strong ale.

Probably due to racial talent, they are all spellcasters. Human mages need to abide by taboos, but dwarves don't need to give up the joy brought by alcohol for this.

The dwarves have never been particular about eating. The silver knives and forks used by human nobles can't cut large pieces of meat, so they use sharp boning knives to roughly scratch twice, and then tear off a large piece of meat along the texture of the muscle with bare hands. piece.

Even with such an extensive way of eating, after a banquet, the food on the table will not move too much.Because they couldn't eat two bites, the dwarves competed with alcohol.

Holding wooden cups that were bigger than their faces, they challenged their drinking buddies who had been competing for a hundred years, shouting loudly to compete in drinking capacity.

However, after a while, the alcohol came up, and the whole person became dizzy, even the rosacea nose was red, but it was because of the alcohol, which made it even more booing.

As the new face of the Ruger clan, Alger received the key care of the elders.

Those who came to fight for wine one after another refused to leave.Burgess didn't help to stop him, but in the name of being a judge, he held a cup of black tea and watched him with a smile from the side.

"I really don't know how to drink..."

As a swordsman, Alger doesn't need to avoid alcohol like a spellcaster, but he grew up in the religious order, and apart from the wine trade of the poem of truth, there are very few opportunities to really get in touch with alcohol.

"How can it be possible that you don't know how to drink? Do you still need to learn how to eat and drink? No, since you even drank old Singer's wine, you can't refuse me!"

Alger had no choice but to pick up the cup as big as a soup bowl and touch the dwarf in front of him.

"Say it first, finish drinking, finish drinking!"

...Okay, I hope he can go back today.

Burgess watched him finish his full glass with bright eyes.

Should be drunk?If it's at Resurrection Day for the dwarves.

Unexpectedly, when all the dwarves were messed up and collapsed at the table drunkenly, Alger, who claimed to "know how to drink", was still sitting in his seat.

Actually drank a table of dwarves? !

Burgess looked in disbelief at the dwarf lying on the ground in the hall, and at Alger who was sitting upright on a chair with a well-behaved posture, neither crazy nor leaning over.

He really can't drink?

is that a lie!

"Alger?" He tentatively called out.

Alger turned his head slowly, looked at him, and blinked: "Going back?"

The speed of speech was a bit slow, the cheeks and ears were flushed, and the eyes were brighter than before, but other than that, there was no other abnormality.

Burgess was a little disappointed.

"Well, go back."

The apprentices had been sent home ahead of schedule, and only Alger and Burgess were walking on the road.

The machine city in the middle of the night of Easter is very quiet.Almost all of them are at family gatherings.Occasionally, voices, clinking glasses, and out-of-key dwarven songs can be heard from windows and doors.

The light of the double moon shines on every inch of land in the New World, including this life-poor frozen soil in the extreme north.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the two were stretched very long.

After walking three streets and almost arriving home, Burgess still broke the silence of his footsteps.

"Alger."

After a while, I heard a slow response.

"Ok?"

His voice was a little lazy, not the same as usual.

Burgess looked back at him, but his gaze met the man.

Silver-gray eyes, brighter than usual, stared at him with a concentration they had never felt before.

My heart skipped a beat.

Burgess suddenly realized that Alger was already drunk.

It's just that his drunkenness was too calm, as if he wasn't drunk.

The heart beats "thud-thump", faster and faster, more and more urgent.

He swallowed subconsciously, but found that his mouth was dry.Carefully approaching, asked: "Alger, do you... like me?"

He lowered his voice very softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the atmosphere at this time, or as if he didn't dare to wake up the other party.

My whole body was tense, my heart was beating so fast that it was about to burst out of my chest, and my breathing became heavier unconsciously.He hardly dared to look into those eyes, but forced himself to look at him again.

Both looking forward to that answer, but also afraid of that answer.

When Argel heard that, the cold and hard lines on his handsome face softened.He slowly raised a smile, more gentle than usual, as if it could melt the ice, the light in his eyes shone like broken diamonds.

He said slowly, "I like it."

Huge joy exploded in his heart, as gorgeous and enthusiastic as fireworks, which made his chest ache slightly. Burgess wanted to say something, but was choked by too strong emotions.

He took a deep breath and continued to ask: "So, are you willing to be my lover?"

Blush slowly climbed up his cheeks, and by the time he finished asking, his face was already hot.

The two were already so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Burgess always felt that even the moonlight was brighter where Alger was.

"This is ridiculous..." Argel shook his head.

Burgess' heart stopped beating.

"Burgess, what do you admire about me?"

It's ridiculous.

I have something to admire.

Burgess' Adam's apple rolled, and his tone became urgent: "This is my business!"

Alger stretched out his hand and pressed Burgess's face: "You will regret it, I treat you more than just..."

He didn't go on with the rest of the sentence, but just stared at the other party in silence, the diamond-like light in his eyes slowly receded, and the color of his eyes became darker.

Burgess suddenly wrapped his arms around Alger's neck, ruthlessly brought him towards him, kissed him hard, and stuck him tightly.

Unskilled jerky kisses, rubbing and biting without any rules at all, just blindly expressing the enthusiasm in my heart without reservation.

It wasn't until the breath was exhausted that he let go, panting|breathing.

"It's my business too, don't worry about it."

Even if the lips are separated, they are not far away. When talking, the two can still touch each other.

Burgess heard a short laugh, very low, rolling out from the back of his throat.He could feel the clear vibration when the laughter reached his ears.

"Then let's be together." Alger held his head and kissed him again.

Burgess hadn't recovered from the beautiful words, the warm touch returned to his lips, and the dream made him dizzy.

He is kissing me.

thought Burgess.

The hands hugging each other's waist tightened slightly.

Want to be closer.

He could feel the tip of the other's tongue licking his lower lip, stayed for a while, and then pried open his teeth.

Alger's breath, mixed with the smell of alcohol, filled the senses.

The flexible touch raged between the lips, entangled gently and softly, giving him the illusion that he was being tasted.Unwilling to give in, he entangled the opponent and wanted to regain the position, but was easily suppressed.

Why so skillful?

Was there anyone else before him? !

Just thinking about it, Burgess couldn't help feeling jealous of the imaginary enemy that he didn't know existed.

The tip of Alger's tongue swept over his palate, and the tingling|numbing feeling spread all of a sudden.

"Hmm..." Burgess let out a muffled groan from the depths of his throat, and his already unclear consciousness sank in an instant.

When they finally separated, Burgess could not remember anything.

His eyes were blurred and watery, and his whole body was fixed on Alger.

"Hold tight and don't let go!" He ordered in Alger's ear.

After panting|breathing for a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "The legs are weak..."

The author has something to say: Burgess: Have you had someone else before?

Alger: No.

Burgess: Then why are you so proficient? !

Alger: Naturally.

The head press is successful, gratifying to congratulate, I hope that after waking up the next day... ╮(╯_╰)╭