Law of the Dragon

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Larry felt a damp breath in the air, but unexpectedly he was walking by the river.

This river seemed to appear suddenly. Under the bloody moonlight, the river was quiet and cold. It was flowing, but there was no sound, silently like a funeral procession.

He suddenly remembered one thing. When they decided to go to the third district to look for Norman, Bishop Marvin once told His Majesty that Norman had dreamed of a silent black river.Everyone thought it was the Crota River in the third district, but now it was the only one that swallowed up countless lives, lifeless, but... what if it was this river that Norman dreamed about?

If the God of Light used this river as a warning, what did he want to warn the world through Norman's dream?Is it the rise of the dark forces, or something else?What does the divination dream say...!

He was thinking wildly when someone patted his shoulder suddenly.

Larry's reaction was not unpleasant. Before the opponent's hand left his shoulder, his dagger had already been extended horizontally and stabbed behind him.This is his vigilance as a refugee for a long time, let alone in such a dangerous place.

"Hey, why are you here?"

The opponent narrowly dodged his dagger, raised his hands and looked at himself in confusion.

Larry was also surprised, he didn't expect to meet Norman here.

Of course he knew that this person was Norman, because His Majesty's attitude at that time said everything.He thought at that time, what would His Majesty think in his heart, would he feel angry?Or just feel unhappy?However, there was no emotion on His Majesty's face, His Majesty always looked like that, arrogantly overlooking everything, but about the dispute between him and Yarrow, Larry could guess something... He didn't seem to think seriously Overcome these questions, or subconsciously avoid them.

"You are the entourage of Eros." Even if the other party was surprised, it just flashed across his face, just showing confusion, "Why are you here?"

"Norman..." Larry nodded, "At least you're really here, so your Majesty's trip is not in vain." Thinking that he had encouraged him before, Larry thought about it and decided to let the other party know.If His Majesty wants to blame—he is just a follower anyway, he doesn't know anything, and it's normal to slip up.

"What do you mean?" Norman was stunned, "Which Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty," Larry looked around warily.

Standing in the blood-colored darkness, Norman was dressed in the white clothes of the church, holding a dim lantern in his hand. His short chestnut hair, together with those clear chestnut eyes, seemed to be stained by the moonlight. Layers of blood.

Larry was silent for a while and said, "It's His Majesty who took me in as a refugee."

"Really?" A stiff smile curled up on the corner of Norman's mouth, and surprise flashed in his eyes, "So that child..."

The two were silent for a while, before Norman seemed to come out of his contemplation, and whispered, "Put the knife away, it's too conspicuous here, we have to go back."

"Where...is this place?" Larry didn't put the knife away, but asked directly.

Norman glanced at the knife. It shone brightly in the darkness, as if it could easily cut through the darkness. Hearing Larry's question, he replied, "In the darkness."

"The legendary dark capital?" Larry asked subconsciously.

Norman suddenly laughed: "The Dark City? No, no, that's just a place imagined by those lowly monsters. Here...is the real darkness."

"The real... darkness?"

"It's darkness here, and the darkness will attract some dazed little monsters, so don't light up the knife," Norman gently pushed the frozen blade away, "Have you heard the story of moths to a flame? It's very It is easy to provoke monsters, because its attributes are opposite to them."

Larry said hesitantly, "I've been walking for a long time, but I haven't encountered anything... Are you lying to me?"

Norman smiled and raised the lantern in his hand. Only then did Larry see countless black figures running around them, looking eager to try: "According to the general law, they should have attacked you long ago, but you have nothing but There should be something else about this knife that keeps them from getting close."

"On me?" Larry looked at himself suspiciously. Apart from a light linen jacket and trousers, he didn't seem to be wearing anything. "What is it?"

Norman took a step back, looked at Larry for a while, and said, "I've never seen such a thing... When I first saw you, it wasn't that obvious, so I didn't pay attention."

"At first?" Larry was stunned. "When? It was when His Majesty was having a meeting. We met in the woods..."

"No no," Norman said, "I saw it earlier, when I was on the city wall." He hesitated, and described, "I can't see what shape it is, but it's a very Cold power."

Larry wanted to yell at him, why he didn't say something then, but it had nothing to do with Norman after all.Norman said it was a "cold force", which is probably why he felt so cold before.

So he touched his body again, and found that there was really nothing on his body. If Norman said that the "thing" was on his body, but he couldn't touch it, it was probably inside his body.

Larry glanced nervously at his small frame, why was that thing in there, how did it get in, or...was someone put it in?Or, is it related to this thing that he came here?

"Aren't you going to put that knife away?" Seeing that Larry was frowning, Norman couldn't help reminding him, "You have that thing in your body, it's too cold, those monsters won't get close to it easily, You can rest assured. But I want to take you to the 'camp', so you take this—" He glanced at the delicate short knife, which showed the power of light without stopping at all, "I I can't take you there."

Larry was startled: "Camp?"

Norman was silent for a while, looked at the quietly flowing river, and said softly: "This river is the source of darkness, it is not river water, but darkness and death, it even envelopes the entire area , but this place still belongs to our world, so there will always be people lost here. What I dreamed was this river, the black river... I couldn't get out, so I could only build a small enchantment to Resist the darkness, but... I'm not sure how long it will last."

"We have to notify His Majesty...or the church?" Larry looked at Norman anxiously, "Is this why the Crota River will continue to flood? We saw a lot of black feather fish and banshees on the way here! "

"Really..." Norman looked at the silent river with some melancholy, it was as quiet and dark as the underworld, "It is connected to the Crota River, so those dark monsters will run outside Go, I just hope...it's not too bad."

Larry told the whole story about the black feather fish and the banshee that he saw on the road. Of course, he also remembered putting the dagger into the scabbard. The darkness shrouded him again, and he could only see the sword in Norman's hand. The horse lantern emits a faint light.The thick darkness around it seemed to swallow it up, and the bloody moonlight wandered around it, as if it would go out at any moment.

"The situation is worse than I thought," Norman sighed. "The power of darkness has made these monsters dizzy and a little out of control."

"What should we do!" Larry became anxious. The flow of this black river seemed slow, but it was very firm. It would slowly flow into the Crota River, bringing darkness to the world!

Norman patted him on the shoulder lightly: "There is no way, Larry, we just wait."

"wait for what?"

"Waiting for someone to end it," Norman said softly. "I dreamed about it."

Larry was startled, and asked softly, "Who is it?"

Norman shook his head slightly: "I don't know, but I know he is part of this dark composition..."

"Where is this place!" A woman's angry voice came from the silent darkness, silencing the two people who were talking by the river, "Why are we here!"

"How do I know what this place is?" Another clear and beautiful voice answered impatiently, obviously belonging to a young man, "From my point of view, this place is a bit like the Demon Realm, but is the Demon Realm so quiet? By the way, why is there So many trees?"

"What's so strange about having a tree? It's strange that we came here suddenly?" The woman said angrily, "According to me, you must have done something wrong, right?"

"Why did I bother to bring you to the Demon Realm," the boy mocked disdainfully, "Sure enough, half-elves are far behind elves, at least elves know what kind of preparations and preparations are needed to take two people across space. Arrangement... Hey! Don't shake your sword in front of me, are you challenging me!"

"Okay, okay," said a calm and helpless man's voice, "let's find out what this place is first—why is the moon red, Your Majesty?"

"Because of the darkness," the young man replied contemptuously, as if the other party had no common sense at all, "Darkness is an invisible but qualitative force, and powerful darkness will amplify the power of monsters, so those guys dragged the monsters in the river recklessly. people……"

"Then the moon doesn't change color, we only think it's red when we see it through the darkness?" the man asked back.

The boy replied, "Exactly, much smarter than some half-elves—"

"What are you talking about!" cried the woman. "I can't stand you! I don't care where this is! Let's fight!"

"It's as if I'm afraid of you. I don't have the strange rule of 'don't hit women' like a knight. You'd better be mentally prepared..."

"Let's find a way first..." The man's voice was full of depression.

"It's His Majesty and the others!" Larry called out, "They're here too!" As he said, he ran towards the place where the sound came from.