Timon

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Thoughts on strength and wisdom, crowned with the brains of warriors and demon kings.

Although the image of the brain-filling characters is a beautiful boy with both talents and looks like the ancient Greek warrior and Hephaestion, I didn't feel too sensual when I wrote it.

What this brain hole originally wanted to express was an unavoidable and inescapable devotion to wisdom in the process of purely pursuing power.

As a result, the writing went completely off track at the end, probably with a little philosophy in it?

Another: Thanks to "National Treasure", which relieved my pain of not being able to make an outline.

Content tags: Fantasy, Magic, Western Romance, Western Fantasy

Search keywords: Protagonist: Worrell, Wizdormu (Timon)┃Supporting actors: Prius, Dynasol, Labri┃Others: Seriously you lose

Chapters 1-10

一

The warrior finally defeated the dragon.

As the behemoth crashed to the ground, the entirety of the castle imprisoned by vines was revealed.

The ancient city wall stands in the mountains, and it looks even more towering in the mountains. The symmetrical building is like a silent history book recording war and peace. The small attic extending independently from the main building on the left is now only left The ruined wall on the platform on the fourth floor seemed to have been sliced ​​obliquely by something, leaving only a few steps of the still solemn and solemn circular staircase, which shows that this place was once an important place for the royal family, sacred and inviolable.It's just that after years of baptism, the things in the past are not the same, and the people are not the same now, and those brilliance have been blown to pieces with time.

The warrior is a rough guy, without those little emotions that hurt the spring and autumn, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, stepped straight over the long tail of the giant dragon blocking the way, and continued to move towards the castle expressionlessly.

He just accepted the task of the king and came to find the rare treasures in the castle for a high reward.

It is strange to say that no one knows what the rare treasures are, even the king who issued the task is vague. The historian who came to meet the warriors recited the sentences in the ancient books, and the tone was as flat as a straight line that was too lazy to blow hair , Hearing the warrior drowsy, he managed to grab a key word from empty words like "the world is what you get" before falling asleep completely——

"Timeng".

The name of the rare treasure is "Di Meng".

two

Warriors are strong.

Being able to stand out from more than 300 mercenary squads, and finally stand in front of the king to accept the task, naturally will not be weak.

But even so, by the time he cut off all the vines tightly wrapped around the gate of the castle, it was already night.

Withered vines, old trees and dark crows, if the moonlight is not so beautiful tonight, the castle will definitely be regarded as a huge lonely grave.

As soon as the gate opened, there was the main hall in the front hall. Accompanied by the toothache-squeaking sound, the moonlight sneaked into the hall and shrouded the crystal coffin in the middle of the marble floor.

The blond-haired boy lay flat on the bed with his eyes lightly closed, as if he was just sleeping peacefully, but his face was pale, obviously showing a sickness that had not been in the sun for a long time.

Snow White... the Sleeping Prince?

A warrior is a rough man, but he is not a rough man, and even because of traveling thousands of miles, he has heard many stories along the way.At least, the enlightenment fairy tales of Snow White being poisoned and buried in a crystal coffin, and Sleeping Beauty being cursed in the sleeping castle are still known.

However, the current situation is obviously beyond the Warriors' cognition.

The simple candidates are extremely resistant to the IQ crushing of the compound test center, and they simply and rudely make a "1+1=2" plan, sit by the side and look at the stars in the sky, planning how to abduct a prince while shaking the crystal coffin Come kiss.

"What are you thinking?" The voice was hoarse, tainted with the laziness of just getting up, but it was young and warm.

"No..." Looking back quickly, in just a moment, the terrified pupils were filled with that handsome and comfortable face.

The person who was still sleeping in the plan just now is sitting in the crystal coffin, raising his hand to press the messy hair on the left side of his head, smiling slightly, with bright eyes and white teeth, clear dimples.

The Warrior felt his heart skip a beat.

It must be the fault of the moon.

three

The little prince in the crystal coffin is a war scum.

The warrior just glanced at the young man's thin figure and certified it in his heart.

In front of a strong warrior, these small arms and legs are really not enough to look at.

But this one is good looking.

The young man has a pair of beautiful eyes, yellow and blue, making people think of the most proud animal in the world.

The warrior has heard of the existence of this cat, but has never seen it, because it is a precious pet that should be enshrined in the royal family, noble and arrogant.

It's just that the young man in front of him took him to stroll around the old castle, walking briskly, talking and smiling, young and reckless but not arrogant, ironing the posts without annoying people at all, like a spring breeze.

The warrior didn't know that this feeling was called "temperament" at this time, so he just scratched his head subconsciously: Well, the little prince in the crystal coffin is a strange war scum.

But at this moment, this strange Zhanwu slag has already heard clearly the purpose of the warrior's coming here in just a few words.

The hand that pushed the door paused, and then the library welcomed the first visitor from afar in 200 years.

The spiral staircase is built with the wall, winding and winding to the sky, as if there is no end, and there are bookshelves on one side of the wall, and the books are all over the floor.

The vast collection of books is a huge shock, instantly attracting all the attention of the warriors, leaving only infinite awe in their hearts.

It was also at this moment that the warrior ignored the unspeakable look in the boy's eyes.

The boy went straight to the giant round table in the center of the hall and jumped up.

Under the astonished eyes of the warrior Shangzi, he slowly stood up and looked down at each other.

"Let me introduce myself," said the deep whisper with the unique hoarse taste of a teenager, the tone was indifferent, the strange-colored pupils were full of alienation, and the smile faded from the face, "Wizdormu, Dimeng's... guardian .”

four

The Warriors will never forget that night.

The little prince in the strange crystal coffin just stood on the huge round table in the center of the library of the ancient castle, reflecting the moonlight pouring down from the skylight, surrounded by overwhelming books, his eyes were full of arrogance and arrogance. , Noble and proud.

While looking up, people can't help but feel admiration and longing in their hearts.

——a kind of prostration that can't be resisted but is also willing to pay homage.

In fact, the Warriors did kneel.

The young man looked coldly at the warrior who was kneeling on one knee. The latter parted his lips slightly, and his stunned expression amplified the admiration in his eyes.

Wizdormu's heart moved, and he put away the coercion of the demon king.

The warrior, however, was unconscious, and still maintained his posture just now, as if he were a simple follower, devout as if he could die at any time.

This situation is exactly the same as it was 200 years ago.

It's just that the person kneeling on the ground at that time was a prince whose country was on the verge of extinction.

That idiot who was keen on collecting folk stories heard from somewhere that as long as he found the Demon King, his wish would come true.So the majestic prince, abandoning the people's expectations for the enthronement ceremony, with a desperate obsession, exhausted his last possession and strength, but finally got his wish on his throne to see the handsome man who was looking at him with his head tilted. juvenile.

But the young man who pinned all his hopes on smiled slightly and said softly: "Unfortunately, Prius, you found the wrong person."

If the warrior knows what the little prince in the crystal coffin is remembering, he will quickly recall that about 200 years ago, the iron-handed monarch who expanded his territory and conquered all directions, and his most powerful right-hand man and cold-blooded adviser, are famous in history. Call Price and Timon.

五

Everyone has to pay for their choices.

So 200 years ago, the Demon King would not have told Prius that he could have become a kind and wise king to revive a small pure land, and let him come to use the power of the Demon King to stain his name with blood that could never be washed away.

So 200 years ago, one day when Prius suddenly realized that the Demon King was immortal, Di Meng was sealed with blood by the human being whom he had assisted for decades, sleeping in a crystal coffin, and hiding in the castle where the two met for the first time.

So 200 years ago, Prius found the wrong person at the beginning of the story, and the devil was extremely exhausted at the end of the story, and voluntarily used his long sleep to draw an end to this farce of power and lust in the world.

Time rolled by, cruel and fair, as always.

With the decline of the country and the change of power, the magnificent city tower has become a gloomy and dilapidated castle. The glory and immortality that was once longed for has become a historical footnote, indifferent and ironic.

The merits are gone, only a smear of blood left in the historical materials, and a long sigh.

Destroying a pure soul with your own hands is not an interesting experience, one time is enough.

Watching the foolish boy transform from a righteous son who defends the country to a tyrannical king, the desire expands infinitely, satisfying one will always keep up with the other, which is more difficult to satisfy, like a giant that I personally fed a long, long time ago The dragon, the never-satisfying appetite, the bottomless black hole.

And the sense of disappointment with the expectation of exploration and finally falling into the dust is enough once.

The foolish boy 200 years ago longed for the protection of the devil for the survival of the country, and the foolish boy 200 years later prayed for Dimeng to live in the world for his own survival. the difference?

The boy suddenly felt very tired. Although he had just woken up from a deep sleep, he was really tired.

He jumped off the round table and walked slowly towards the warrior who was still kneeling on the ground, his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, and he also showed compassion for the grass and trees.

The warrior's eyes were still yearning like a pilgrimage, and the little prince reflected in his pupils smiled again, leaning over and whispering to himself, his breath warm.

There was a deep, hoarse but gentle and soft voice beside his ears, which was obviously as light as a cloud, but it was thunderous when it hit the chest.

"Worrell, Timon is my heart."

六

Wizdormu failed to drive Vorrell away in the end.

Even if he possesses the power of a superior person—different from the crushing of the royal family's wealth and power, and also different from the violent bullying of warriors, his voice seems gentle, but his words can confuse people's hearts.

It is an existence that countless mortals compete for but also fear.

Few people can escape the dilemma of desire pointed out by the teenager.

Just like at this moment, the little prince of the "five scumbags of war" told the young man in front of him with a smile that he was the mission he had accepted and the pursuit of his life - the moment their eyes met, he knew that this powerful warrior What I want is nothing more than the word "powerful" - all desires, all admiration, all devotion, all prostrate in this overwhelming power of different planes, love and fear.

How to choose?

Unfortunately, this idiot who pursues great power seems to lack comprehension ability. Faced with the teasing that obviously deliberately put him in a dilemma, he shuddered like a thunderbolt in the clear sky at first glance, as if he was frightened. It should be an anxious gesture, but looking up at the boy's pupils is full of calm concern.

"Heart, heart? They want your heart?! No... I, I don't know, right... sorry!"

The warrior clenched his fists tightly, his face turned red, and the muscles under his beard seemed to want to burst out with blue veins.

"Please trust me, I, I will protect you!"

The boy was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, turned and walked towards the round table, and sat down on the edge of the table.

The laughter was so light that it would break into dust at the touch of a finger, accompanied by the sound of fingertips beating the round table from time to time, drifting into the ears of the warrior, and the scratching made the always strong young man feel a little itchy in his heart, wishing to reach out and grab it hard to save him If you don't pay attention, you will swing along with the boy's shaking boots.

During the forced sedation, the warrior heard the strange little prince ask softly: "Protect me?"

There was a smile in his words, as if he was about to start a disdainful ridicule, but also as if he was waiting for a solemn oath.

The warrior couldn't tell whether the boy in front of him was joking or not, and after working his brain for a long time, he found nothing except his face turned redder.

After a long time, he lowered his head, stretched out his hand to ruffle his hair, and murmured unwillingly, "I know you are strong, but my desire to protect you has nothing to do with your ability to protect yourself."

The moment the voice faded away, the warrior's beard fell off, his whole face was clean and young.

Seven

Miracles have existed since ancient times.

It can turn water into wine, turn stone into gold, and rejuvenate itself...

All phenomena that cannot be explained by science will be called miracles in the world.

After being bored all night in the library of the ancient castle, I have turned through countless classics, and there are even several tomes, with explanations given by the young man to pass the boredom. The warrior finally realized the fact that the miracle had come to him.

As for the reason and opportunity for the miracle to happen, the young man was thoughtful but smiled without saying a word, while the warrior was at a loss, but seemed to have finally grasped something.

"That is to say, you are a god?"

"God?" The young man raised his eyebrows, holding a picture album while reading and filling in the details, and by the way commanded the warriors to tidy up the books covering the round table, "If for you, the devil is also counted."

The warrior has traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, met many people, and heard many stories, but he knows little about the Demon King.

The word "devil king" is like a forbidden word of bad luck, people can only guess from the title what a heinous existence this is.

And the reality is right in front of you, that "heinous existence", that little prince in the strange crystal coffin, is wrestling with a picture book with great interest, and you can still see a golden little sun in the upper left corner of the picture .

——I believed you, Di Xie!

"Are you the Demon King?"

The warrior was flipping the pages of two books, his movements froze, and his expression was delicate and about to crack.

"You don't know that Jimeng is the devil king?"

The demon king who was questioned didn't take it seriously. Hearing that the silly boy hadn't moved for a long time, and didn't say anything, he tilted his head and recalled it with a smile. Reading, pointing to the title of the book is like a treasure.

"The first thirteen volumes of the series of fairy tales in the fifth-order, one-row frame F, and the 72 chapters related to demons in the mythology "Creation Collection" series of the ninth-order, second-row M frame, and the attached L-frame "Raymond Gayton" on the right, and the third row of the 28th stage." S frame "A Collection of Wisdom: Solomon", 47th-level row 360 D-frame "Wizdormu's World Notes", "paused, and the young man continued slowly, seemingly unintentionally, "[-] seventh-level H frame [-]rd row, " Crime and Punishment of the Prius Empire."

Only humans recognized by Dynasso can enter the castle, and only humans recognized by Labri can obtain miracles.

The giant dragon couldn't feel the man's killing intent, and was defeated by that lonely and fearless fearlessness; the library accepted the choice of not making a choice, and fell in love with the benevolent carefree.

Silly boy, we have no way out.

Eight

In the library building, there are three rows of bookcases forming the first step.

The books that had been named glowed lavender on the shelf, and with the command of the young man snapping his fingers, they fell on the round table in an orderly manner and were arranged in order.

The same scene has been staged once, but this time it still amazes a fool with well-developed limbs and a simple mind.

At the same time, the books that were originally placed on the round table returned to their original positions automatically.

If the warrior's nerves were more slender, he should see that the library is a small world controlled by young people, and everything operates according to the logic of young people.

The color picture books are all placed within easy reach, and the stories describing the world are always placed before the hymns praising heaven. Notes are mixed in and placed high...

But he put his favorite human history book on the highest level and the bottom of the library - a position that he absolutely does not want to be discovered.

But this history book was finally named, and then slowly fell from the farthest shelf, and it was placed on the top shelf within reason.

Inevitably, the devil's most secret thoughts fell into the hands of the warrior.

The description in this history book is not objective and detailed. It doesn’t mention the origin of Timon, and doesn’t say much about the opportunities of various tricks and strategies. It tries to weaken the existence of a cold-blooded staff member. The content is recorded comprehensively.

However, the Warrior is a rough guy with rough nerves and a silly boy who is not astute.

After confirming that the well-planned strategist recorded in the history books 200 years ago is the little prince in front of him, the warrior's shocked face is full of disbelief, and his expression directly pokes at the devil's weakness.

The young man cherishes books, and can't do the thing of closing the picture album and smashing people's heads.

But a mere mortal sympathizes with the gods with regretful and sympathetic eyes, comrade, you have gone too far.

So the demon king narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was an indescribably treacherous look in the strange-colored pupils, his gesture of resting his chin with one hand was bewitching, but his tone was dangerous.

"What's your expression like?"

The warrior pointed to the chronology on the book and counted the days: "Except for the time when Price was still a prince, the foundation you built for more than 20 years was finally destroyed within half a year in his hands."

Hearing the words, the Demon King's expression turned pale, and he answered questions with an indifferent tone that saw through the historical cycle of kingship change: "At that time, he was plagued by serious diseases, but he was used to declaring wars. Without me to balance the inside and outside, it is normal to poke a hornet's nest and get stung."

"Aren't you angry?"

"Angry?" The young man laughed, withdrawing from the memories with a helpless and indulgent expression, "It's better to say he was relieved. I'm tired of pampering him all the time."

The warrior faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he could only continue to flip through the book.

Later, when the warrior read all the books on the round table, he felt that his cognition had been refreshed, full of confusion, and subconsciously went to the courtyard to find that person.

At that time, the boy was basking in the sun with his eyes squinted, warm and lazy.

"Why don't you become the king yourself?" It should be easy for the devil to rule the world, right?

"Is that still called the human world?" The Demon King naturally heard the silly boy's voice, and slowly got up, smiling smartly and gently, "The heavens are indifferent, the devils are promiscuous, and the human world is the most interesting, I like it very much."

When the little prince said this, he was very serious, his eyes were bright, his golden hair shone brightly in the sun, and he looked like a priceless treasure guarded by a dragon.

The warrior suddenly wanted to re-examine the world with new eyes.

nine

On the seventh day after defeating the dragon, the warrior descended from the mountain.

With a renewed mood and a youthful and handsome appearance.

The only regret is that the little prince in the crystal coffin did not see him off on the day of his departure.

Needless to say a formal farewell, the latter did not even show up.

At the behest of the Demon King, Dynasso appeared at the gate of the castle early in the morning, with the warriors waiting in the hall with their tails curled up, chasing them away with grievances.

The giant dragon of the Demon King is naturally so proud that he disdains mortals.

It's rare to meet a human being who can still be seen, brave and fearless, strong but not violent, so he reluctantly becomes the defeater of his subordinates, so as not to hurt his life.

The warrior has seen a lot these days and has grown a lot. He didn't make a fuss and embarrass the mortals, and he was able to gently comfort the big guy in front of him, and said softly, "Don't worry, I will definitely come back."

The warrior did not break his promise, and he finally returned to the castle.

However, this long-lost reunion took place in such a tense atmosphere.

With a huge body, Dynasso guarded the castle where Di Meng was. With a sweep of his long tail, he knocked down all the arrows shot by the long-range archers, and sparks scattered everywhere.

The surrounding area of ​​the castle is covered with scorched earth, large and small stones are scattered all over the place, and occasionally there are some bullet arrows stuck in the soil.

Three months later, the castle has become a battlefield.

The soldiers were afraid of the power of the giant dragon, so the army could only stand and stand outside the attacking range of the giant dragon, constantly harassing it by throwing boulders, and later added fire arrows, provoking the giant monster to howl and roar, but there was nothing it could do until it was exhausted. , even the roar of resentment began to fade away.

The remaining power of the dragon is still there, and the attack of stones and fire arrows is still there. No one dares to step forward to spy on the information first, but the encirclement is ready to move and starts to move forward.

It was also because of this action that Dynasso caught the familiar smell in the scorching air, felt sad in his heart instantly, and let out a long howl, which caused strong winds and dust.

The yellow sand filled the air, and black clouds pressed down on the city. Immediately afterwards, amidst the first roar of thunder and lightning, the gate of the ancient castle opened.

A thin and small figure walked in front of the dragon, elegant and calm, with a strong coercion, and a biting aura, just like 200 years ago.

The faint smile on the corner of his lips gradually became clear, which was the mockery of the game world.

"You always push me."

The little prince in the crystal coffin was still handsome, noble and proud.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

So strange, but a moment of hesitation, that is the end of the blood flow.

On that day, the warrior finally saw the power of the Demon King.

Ten

Once upon a time, the warriors had doubts about the conquest process in Price's record: Why would there always be battles that lasted for several years in the history books when the demon king can do things with a wave of his hand.

The boy tilted his head and looked at him kindly and friendly: "Think for yourself."

Once, the warriors protested against the sequence of books in the library: If the devil is the rule of the devil, then what is the rule of the devil?

After one vote of veto, the boy responded very seriously and responsibly: "Aesthetics."

Once, the warrior wrote an observation diary about the little prince, and at the end he added a sentence of thoughts: The devil is very cute, please don't hate him.

What responded to him was the smiling but silent boy, and the investigation report of being burned to scum.

The warrior went down the mountain in order to find the answer, and after traveling all over the country, he realized something but was still hazy. At the same time, some inexplicable feeling surged in his heart, and he wanted to come back and share it with his little prince.

I never expected to personally experience the current situation, and all the doubts in the past were easily solved——

Even if the devil plays games in the world, he will not do anything, because his aesthetics is to fight without blood.

But the demon king who is angry but stubbornly sticks to the principles of aesthetics is indeed terrifying. The scary thing is not that he has enough power to crush human beings, but that he can always use the power of others to achieve the effect he wants.

The so-called borrowing strength to use tactics, borrowing swords to kill people.

confused.

Everyone has their own chips.

Wandering in the world of mortals, some people succumb to wealth and power, and some are intimidated by iron fists, but no matter the former or the latter, the limit they can do is nothing compared to the energy explosion after their own desires are provoked.

And the bargaining chip is the key to unlock the desire.

Coincidentally, this little prince who looks harmless to humans and animals is best at seeing through the location of other people's keys at a glance, and then making a tinkling sound with a light smile.

Pointing people's hearts, piercing eyes.

When the warrior regained his senses from the shock, all he could see had become a field of Shura killing each other.

The soldiers in front of them were already envious, and the blade in their hands was facing the companions around them. Regardless of the past few years of friendship, abandoning human relations and justice, stabbing straight, chopping vertically, and slashing horizontally, only their deepest desires, whether wealth or wealth, remained in their hearts. No matter whether it is power or power, what is in front of you is a stumbling block, and what is under your feet is the ladder leading to desire.

Amidst the blood, the young man remembered that gentle and clever smile at that time, and the phrase "I like it very much".

"Is that still called the human world?"

This is clearly purgatory.

The warrior gritted his teeth and rushed to the front of the castle bravely, not afraid of Dynasso's shouts to threaten the demonstration.

The demon king, who was healing the dragon's wound, knew that the "traitor" was approaching, but when he turned around, he saw that the man's eyes were always clear, and he couldn't help showing a gentle smile again, just like the little prince in the strange crystal coffin three months ago.

Instigated by the owner, the pet calmed down again, and even wanted to ask the misunderstood human to be caressed, with a flattering, slightly funny face, but was ruthlessly, cruelly and rationally ignored.

"Come back and protect me?" the little prince asked softly.

"Yeah." The warrior nodded, and unexpectedly leaned over to kiss his lips.

seal.

"And the world you like."

Holding the sleeping boy in his arms, the warrior swallowed the taste of rust on his tongue, turned and walked into the castle.

The author has something to say: CP will not be dismantled and will not be reversed: Warrior × Demon King

Warrior×Demon

Warriors: Worrell

Demon King: Timon (Wizdormu)

Prince: Price

Dragon: Dynatho

Spirit of the Library: Labourie

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