Law of the Dragon

"His Majesty?"

Larry turned around in confusion. There was darkness behind him, and when he looked ahead, it was still darkness.

Just now the Duke felt that the route was wrong, so everyone stopped to discuss it, and Larry listened to it, which seemed to be about the diversion of the river.When he was a refugee, he also came here. At that time, he could see that the three districts were full of disaster victims. These people were not much better than the refugees.But since this place is so chaotic, these refugees from outside can't get any benefit, so after passing through the three districts, they set off for the imperial capital.

But compared to now, although it was a chaotic scene at that time, it was much better than the lifeless scene now.

His Majesty the King said that many people died here. Larry felt that although the situation at that time was not optimistic, it was not enough for all of them to die.

He just wanted to speak, but found that he felt very cold. This kind of cold was very strange, as if he was about to freeze himself.He looked at the other three people in confusion. They didn't notice anything strange about him, and they were still arguing whether they had gone the wrong way, or there was a problem with the map, or there was a problem with the river.They don't look cold at all, so... it's just their own problem?

This kind of chill seems to be transmitted from the inside of the body, just like standing naked in the cold and windy snow.He walked over with some difficulty, snuggled up against a tree trunk on the side, and wanted to take a rest, anyway, the three of them were arguing to a critical juncture.

Larry looked down at his fingertips, and a thin layer of frost had already formed on his fingertips.It's autumn now, it won't be so cold at all, but he can't feel the warmth at all.When did something go wrong! ?Was it when we met the Banshee yesterday?But the wounds on his body were all scratched open by himself, and General Yarrow guarded the whole night last night, there will be no other problems!

So more time ago?Is it in the palace?no!Nothing strange happened in the palace...so before entering the palace?Was it when you were a refugee, or when you were in... the Black Forest? !

The pain in his head seemed to be split open, and Larry felt like he was going to die. The chill that pierced his bones almost eroded his thoughts...

I don't know how long it took, but when he came back to his senses, he was no longer in the original place.

The chill on his body had disappeared, just like its appearance, coming and going without any warning, as if it was just his hallucination.

Larry looked up at the sky, and there was a blood-red moon in the sky-is it evening already?But even at night, why is the moon red?

He stood there blankly. The moon was different from the moon he usually saw. It was no longer gentle or cold, but had a dangerous and strange aura hanging menacingly in the air. The red color was actually the same as blood It was so bright that Larry felt that the air around him smelled of blood.

He tried to calm down, this is wrong, in principle he has not moved, even if His Majesty and the others have forgotten themselves, then at most he is by the tree, how did he end up in this dark place?

Larry pinched himself hard, and found that the pain was severe—it really wasn't a dream TT Although he had been in the palace for half a year, his sense of self-protection was a little lax, but in case of danger, Larry found that he could still mobilize all vigilance sex.Regardless of how he got here, it didn't look like a place he could go back to after a night of sleep.

He pulled the dagger presented by Camilla out of its sheath, and the cold light flashed brightly under the bloody moonlight, like a flash of lightning flashing across the darkness.He looked at his blade in surprise, it was like a small bright lamp, lit in the dark, and he suddenly remembered that Camilla means "morning star" in Elvish language, and sure enough, his knife was like His name is as bright as it gets.

Larry took a deep breath, gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and felt the power of light emanating from there.

With the light of the short knife, he looked at the scenery around him, it seemed that he was in a dense forest, and the surrounding trees grew in strange shapes, like enchanted, static monsters, standing there with teeth and claws.The leaves are very sparse, so he can see the moon in the sky, but the branches are intertwined, cutting the sky into many small grids, which looks like a cage covering his head.There were no blades of grass on the ground, but soft and damp soil. After walking a certain distance, he heard the sound of water.

It is so quiet here, there is no sound of insects or wind, time seems to stand still, Larry even guessed that this place will not be bright at all, the blood-red moon in the sky, it is both the moon and the sun, this is the eternal darkness country.

He froze for a moment, and Larry thought of a legend he had heard for no reason. It was when he was a refugee.It was a story told by an elderly wanderer, and it was a story that ordinary people would not mention, because now it is under the rule of the Church of Light, and the God of Darkness has been expelled from this continent, so, Nothing about him is mentioned.

It was about what the followers of the God of Darkness did. After the Demon God War, the God of Darkness and his followers were seriously injured, so they all left or hid themselves. They have enough lives to wait for the day when the light fades. But some believers couldn't wait, and among them was a human black magician.

In the Demon God War, human beings are divided into two factions. Most people follow the Church of Light to resist the invasion of darkness, while some people believe in the God of Darkness.They were unwilling to go into hiding, so after the war, while the light forces were also rectifying, they quickly occupied a piece of land and established their dark capital.The Tower of Darkness and the Bridge of Darkness were built in the Dark City. These buildings were enchanted with black magic, and even the God of Darkness came to help, consolidating the power of the Dark City and becoming a piece of darkness in this continent. place.

It is said that the residents in the dark city are all demons and monsters. They carnival all night long, taking the pain of the light creatures as the source of joy, but this fortress is so strong that the alliance of the gods of light cannot break through several times.

"Where is it?" Larry asked the bum curiously then.

"It has been wiped out," the homeless man replied, "but it was not any individual or organization from the Illuminati Church, but a pagan woman."

"It's incredible!" The people around exclaimed.

"Yeah, that's why no one will believe what I said," the wanderer replied with a smile, "However, there are also rumors that the Dark City has not been wiped out, and it still exists in a place on this continent, the specific location I don't know where it is, but it is a piece of eternal night. According to legend, it also has a blood-red moon, so that place is also called the hometown of blood moon."

Thinking of this, Larry couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. He looked up at the sky, and there was a bright and strange blood-red moon hanging in the sky.

×××

The dead man sat on a chair with a gloomy face, and on his dining table was the dinner that the servant had just brought over. They were too cold. From the small skylight above the dungeon, one could see that there were few stars outside, and it was already late at night.

The guards at the gate—although they are called guards, they actually didn’t do what the guards should do at all. Of course, they can’t be blamed for being lazy, because the Duke actually sent them to do chores for the dead, and he declared that the dead have the right to do whatever they want at any time. leave.Of course, after half a year of contact, they had a very good impression of the deceased. This old man was kind to others, but he was a little talkative, but there are a few older people who are not talkative.

The deceased did not give them the impression of a bad guy at all, even an old man who looked a bit ordinary, except of course when he was messing with those messy things.That's right, he has a small workbench filled with all kinds of unknown things, and they can't call out any of them anyway, but one day, when they were delivering food, they accidentally knocked over a small box, A strand of hair as long as a finger fell out of it.

They hurriedly picked it up, but curiously asked the deceased: "Is this hair?"

"No, it's a woman's beard," the deceased answered them without question.

They had been steadfast in their refusal to approach that workbench ever since.

Usually, the dead are either busy at the workbench, or meditating (or dozing off), although they live in a dungeon, they feel somewhat contented.The guards didn't know what he was doing. It seemed that he might be a magician or a pharmacist.

This time, they found strangely that the deceased did not eat dinner on time, and sat at the table for a long time.It is already late at night, and he has been sitting there since he came back at noon, and he hasn't moved until now.One of them asked, and the deceased just said that he was very full at noon.

Suddenly the deceased stood up, walked to the workbench and got busy.The guard looked at it with some confusion. The dead man's work and rest time has always been very regular. He usually falls asleep before midnight. In the morning, he usually wakes up at breakfast time, and occasionally stays in bed. He has never seen him so late. Yes, still busy at the workbench.

Maybe there is something to do, the guard thought.

After he yawned, he lay on his side on the table and planned to sleep for a while.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep when he was gently patted awake.

"Master Dead...?" The guard rubbed his eyes, then felt something was wrong, Dead...?Is this person dead?He was wearing the clothes of the dead, but he looked like he was only in his 20s. Like the Duke, he had black hair that was rare on the mainland, and a pair of gray eyes were not chaotic like the elderly, but clear and gentle.His skin is fair, even a little pale, but this doesn't affect his complexion at all, it makes him look more like a refined scholar.

But this young man was clearly wearing the clothes of the dead.

Is this a dream?The guard rubbed his eyes in confusion, but the person in front of him still didn't change back to the dead.

"Thank you for your care during this time," the young man said softly, his gray eyes bright and clear, "but I have to leave, before things are not too bad..."

"What?" The guard couldn't understand at all.

"My life is always messed up, but I don't mind the mess," the man said softly, as if to support himself, "but there are some other people involved..." He paused and added , "Please help me to apologize to the Duke, I'm afraid I can't repay him for taking him in, but one day, I will repay him."

"Master Dead...?" It seemed that it was really a dead person.

"Farewell." The man said softly, turned and walked towards the exit of the dungeon.

The guard instinctively wanted to get up and chase him out, but his body felt as if he was being pressed heavily on the table. He didn't regain his freedom until the figure of the dead disappeared.

But—is that person really dead?

He turned to look at the empty cell.