Heartbreaker

Yo ho, hound, bared two rows of saliva dripping fangs and rushed towards me!These two thieves, one foot at a time, I kicked the shit out of them, and if I see a red-haired guy in this life, I will get out with my tail between my legs!Several brown-haired retrievers rushed out of the barn and barked at me. I kicked these entangled dogs and dragged out the fat man hiding behind the door.

The thatched huts in Yelang Village were covered with blood spots, and the stench enveloped the village like a thick fog. The air was moist and greasy, making people unable to open their eyes.The ground was covered with the remains of dead people, and the broken limbs were soaked in the blood-red bucket. I stepped on an eyeball rolling on the ground, and the wet and sticky feeling of the soles of my boots rushed up my spine along my nerves.

Blood seeped into the black soil and the cracks in the bricks, chickens, ducks, geese and those stupid poultry fluttered as if someone was pulling their fur, sprinkled all over the ground with colorful feathers, and went one by one in the darkness. Poked on the prongs of the broken iron bars.

Broken Arm Amu swung the meteor hammer, and countless glass shards resounded in mid-air like splashed water droplets.Lame Raig's angry dog ​​barking came, "Fuck, this village is so poor that there is no bird droppings! I'm going to smash the knees of these fat pigs!"

"Long live the Twilight Empire!" a rough voice shouted, and was replaced by screams the next moment.One-eyed Aiur cruelly stabbed a strong man's left eye with a pointed hammer, and pulled out the shattered eyeball and its sticky whiskers with two fingers, just like sucking noodles.

The burly man caught by the blind man screamed as if a hundred children had come out of his belly, and Eyre's torture was always very intimidating and instructive.

"Let the late Mu Empire die!" I shook the skirt of the fat man in front of me, and laughed in the other's horrified gaze, "Fat pig, take off your turban, and shout 'Long live the Flame Front Empire', You are my people! I will spare you!"

The man immediately took off the hood and tore it to pieces, and roared, "Long live the Yanfeng Empire, let the late Mu Empire die!"

My shoulders trembled from laughing, just as I kicked this spineless pig away, a back arrow brushed past my neck unexpectedly!What a shame, that little brute hiding in a tree almost made my carotid arteries bleed.

Two cool gazes poked out from under the branches, and the boy was estimated to be no more than ten years old.I yelled, "Little guy, I'll teach you how to kill!" After I finished speaking, I grabbed a brick and threw it at the little monkey on the tree—without even a scream, and in the blink of an eye, the boy was dead. He fell from the tree like a dead dog.

It's a woman again.The woman's howling and screaming was heartbreaking.The dogs barked endlessly.The ground was strewn with square scarves taken from the heads of these villagers, crumpled up in the mud.Even if there was no fire, the village was no less lively than boiling oil splashed with water, and the rubble fell from the eaves enough to kill people.Broken Arm Emu shrugged at me with a grin, indicating that it had nothing to do with him and his bolas.

Soon, the few of us gathered the livestock of Yelang Village in the open space in the middle of the village.I guess the mayor usually holds meetings for everyone here, but now the mayor's bloody head is hung on the banner flying high, dyeing the golden shield of the Banner of the Twilight Empire bright red.

"Long live the Flame Front Empire!"

"Go to shit Elliott!"

"Cheers to the new emperor!"

"Call your mother's new emperor." I cursed, kicking the heart of that bitch who kept screaming.Nothing else, but I want to kick him.I'm not as fond of these bastards as those corpses stuffed in buckets.The bullshit "Flame Front Empire", I want to laugh wildly and scold my mother at the same time, even calling out this name makes me feel funny.

One-Eyed Ior reminded me, "They surrendered, Lymon. What shall we do?"

"What else can I do?" I stepped on the stone steps, carried the bone cutting knife on my shoulder, and said with a smile, "I have always cared for innocent people, just like caring for livestock in a pigsty. Hey, you can go in and light a fire now Let's cook, and remember to bring out the wine from the cellar - tonight we celebrate, the great Empire of Flamefront has replaced the Empire of Damn Twilight in the hearts of you sons of bitches!"

Lame Legger was still down there swearing, with a shit-colored face that wasn't happy when he didn't see gold.I declare that he muttered below, if it weren't for Broken Arm Emu and One-Eyed Aiur standing on both sides of him like two iron guards, I would really fucking want to tear this bastard's mouth open.

****

"Uh...uh...Lemon...ah..."

I pinned Lo to the hay, lifted his legs, and kissed his face and neck brutally, my heart beating almost as fast and violently as my desire to kill.I knew exactly what stifled me about tonight's closing slaying, like tender foreplay always bored me, and Ro tolerated my rudeness and grumpiness without complaint.

Outside the barn, the villagers who survived the disaster in Yelang Village had already set up a bonfire, and were forced to dance and sing songs under the ferocious surveillance of the disabled three brothers.The howls of ghosts couldn't be worse than those rags wrung out songs, and I can even hear the wails and wailings of the bastards.

Luo kept looking out of the barn restlessly. I turned his face and finally grabbed him by the neck.Only then did he turn his attention from those people to my angry face, and rubbed my sweaty neck flatteringly.

Everything is as rapid and violent as a storm, and it is hearty.Panting, I fell beside Luo, the feeling of suffocation in my heart dissipated slightly, and I began to caress his warm body.

"Lemon..."

Seeing that I was calmer, Luo asked hesitantly, "Why did you kill them?"

This little undead has also learned, and I know it's best to speak at this time.I lazily sniffed the charming scent on his neck, stroked the soft hair on the back of his head, "Because they are Mogols."

"Mogol tribe?"

"The main race of the Twilight Empire today. It is said that Kingslayer Eliot also has half of the Mogol blood, but it is not obvious." I said coldly, "Mogl people have bronze skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes. , with high cheekbones, slender limbs, and light-colored hair. They uniformly wear square scarves embroidered with centipedes and ouroboros on their heads. Some people say that they have their own gods of time and karma. A child wears a headscarf from the age of five until death, and is not allowed to take it off unless he betrays the clan."

Luo looked up at me, "Then... have these Mogol people from Night Wolf Village ever bullied you?"

"It's not just me being bullied by the Mogol tribe." I bit his lips lightly, "It's my entire homeland. Don't you understand? This is the hatred between the family, the country, and the race, which cannot be measured by personal hatred. That's it. It's easy for them to survive if they are willing to take off their headscarves."

The noise outside the house gradually subsided, and the lame Reiger told boring dirty jokes, and made himself laugh out loud, while the broken-armed Eminem drank beer.Popolo was probably giving souls to the minced meat on the ground, and from time to time he sighed in grief, "Oh, Lord, look at this flowery girl!", "Oh, Lord, don't let this old man have more How many days do you live?"

Very well, another batch of people died tonight, and countless broken souls escaped from those sad fatal injuries, drifting to nowhere.The disturbing sound seemed to be gradually drifting away from me, sinking into the deep sea with dark tide and ups and downs.I stared at the dark ceiling, Luo leaned quietly in my arms and said, "Lymon, actually I... can hear some voices."

"sound?"

"The cries of some dead souls." Luo whispered, "Since we entered the northern border and passed through the ice and snow forest, I can hear the faint whimpers of the dead souls from the cold wind whistling in my ears. They miss the dead relatives, full of resentment, wandering with nowhere to turn. I tried to get Popolu to save them, but they could not and would not be redeemed."

"Do you want to know why?" The aroma of barbecue and fine wine wafted in from the door, and my stomach was almost hungry, so I got up and said, "Come with me, I will show you the Twilight Empire, treasured by Emperor Eliot a great work of art."

****

The cold night wind in the northern region whipped up the thin snow on the ground, and the ground was as crystal clear as a polished diamond, with countless white and narrow glaciers embedded on the surface.The snowdrifts condensed on the dry and hard treetops, making a light crackling sound, like icing on the spiky pines and cypresses, and the powdery snow particles were shaken down by the flying ravens.

It's fucking cold.I shook the snow flakes off my cloak, exhaled a mouthful of moist white air, and the soft snowdrifts creaked dully under my feet.The cold wind blowing from the criss-crossing glaciers in the distance can almost freeze my eye sockets.Every tree in the Ice Armor Forest is towering, armored with ice and snow, like a tall and straight bald warrior, staring gloomyly at every intruder, like countless shining eyes in the dark night.

The closer we got to the edge of the forest, the more uneasy Luo became.Hearing his suppressed panting and slow footsteps, I took his arm and walked through the cluttered woods until a bright white world appeared before our eyes.

Luo exclaimed, and I pointed to a black centipede-like city wall embedded in the diamond-like snow, and laughed, "That's the Great Wall of Human Bats."

Yes, the Great Wall of Human Bats, just looking at it, the cold suffocation in my memory enveloped me, as if I was enclosed in a drop of water.The tall and stretching gray city wall is like two strong arms embracing the Vulture City behind it. I can see the faintly shining fire on the city wall, which is as melancholy and moving as lonely teardrops in the cold night.

Luo frowned and asked, "What are those black things hanging on the city wall?"

"It's human bones." I said, "The human bones of the people of the Wanjiang Empire in the past, poor people, captured warriors, and loyal courtiers, were all hung there, filling the gaps in the city wall eroded by time with human bones. Here, I Think this is the source of the dead souls you perceive."

The City of Bones of the Wanjiang Empire, I never thought that I would still see it one day.Luo looked nervously at the corpse tied to the Great Wall like a silkworm chrysalis, and murmured, "This is too cruel..."

I sneered and said, "Cruel? That's how wars are. Who told Elliott to be the winner? If I win, I'm afraid I'll have more fun than him. Now most of the people in Vulture City are people from the old country Xin Guo surrendered, and was thrown here. In addition, the empire will also exile some criminals and heretics to this city every year. In short, Vulture City is a pot of rat shit. Soup cold roast, all kinds of goods are readily available."

Luo Mo remained silent, wondering what he was thinking about.I remembered that he was also a commoner of the Wanjiang Empire in the past. Although he died at the age of seven, the old country was still there.In the more than ten years since he was raised in the desolate bone swamp, the world has long changed, including myself.

****

The dull sound of horseshoes stomping on the snow, and the stabbing sound of the blade unsheathing lifted my spirits.Aww—the cold howling of wolves resounded through the wilderness.The werewolves lurking in the ice armor forest took action, a group of savages with exaggerated and weird oil paint on their faces, and messy chicken feathers on their heads.The wolves galloped after their horses.It is said that this group of gangsters will go to Night Wolf Village to rob food every few months. If they like it before tonight, they can't do it now.

So I stood before their horses.The pack of wolves howled like a dog when they smelled me. As long as the wild beasts are raised, they become livestock.I jumped onto a rather big rock, and grinned at the savages who were staring at them, "No, friends, you can't go down now, those pigs have already entered my pen."

The savage at the head yelled something, anyway, I couldn't understand a word, but I could see the cold light on the big knife he was wielding.I took a few steps forward, "Sorry, I didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?"

As soon as the words were finished, I pulled out the bone knife and chopped off the guy's painted head, the movement was so fast that even I was dazzled.The savages were startled and angry, and they drew their knives and screamed at me.The wolves rushed towards me howling first, and those pairs of green eyes in the dark night were like the pupils of devils.I raised my knife with a smile, chopped those wolves to pieces, and the broken and flying limbs were scattered on the snowdrift.

There's no pride in rivalry with brutes, so I turned my knife on the ferocious savages.Damn those elephant-like monsters, I hate and love fighting these guys with nothing but brute force in my life.It's fucking cold.Blood splashed on me with the bone knife, and I felt the chill escape from my bones, so comfortable that I wanted to sing.

Another wild man covered in black like a loach roared, "Pudama-Risa!" I didn't understand the meaning of this slang, but I saw several more arrows coming out of the giant forest above my head, and then they were like a cluster of arrows. A forked silver-white lightning strikes me—

"what!!"

Interesting, even if the language is different, the screams are exactly the same.I saw the cold halo of the giant scythe appearing in the sky, Luo floated in the air like a ghost, and two faint blue rays of light escaped from the eye holes.The wildlings and their beasts fell to the ground, turning the snow a hot red.I threw away the arrow clusters and the hedgehog-like meat shield, and slit the wildling's leader's throat, letting the blood fill my water bladder.

Luo Luo came to my side and sat down next to a tree, without saying a word, as if the cruel god of death who cut off people's heads just now was not him.I whistled in rare pleasure, and touched Luo's head, "Well done, my dear undead."

"Hmm..." Luo looked at me, his face was terribly pale, as if his face had been covered with lime. "Lymon..." He called me in a weak voice, pressed his head as if he had been punched by someone, and said in pain, "I...have a headache..."

With a plop, he fell to the ground.

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