Although the Dawn War has ended for 1,200 years, hatred is increasing every moment and everywhere.
For one thousand two hundred years, the dark races and humans have never stopped fighting. Bloody conflicts occur every moment, in every inch of the territory where borders intersect.
Although the Realm of Eternal Night has been abandoned by the empire, with the return of the dark race, this continent has become a battlefield everywhere. And the situation is extremely complicated.
The human race and the dark race are fighting to the death here, and the human race and the dark race are also fighting within themselves. The human race and the dark race have to compete with various native beasts for living space. And perhaps because the trajectory of this abandoned land is too far from the sun,
Occasionally, various terrifying beasts arriving from outside the territory will appear.
It seems that the only meaning of life here is to fight.
War is everywhere, and in the gray Evernight Continent, the most valuable thing is life.
At this moment, in a wasteland, a group of seven or eight people were walking quickly in a row. Their clothes were all kinds of weird, made of rags and rotten leather sewn together haphazardly. Some of them had wounds on their heart, back and other vital parts.
There will also be several rusty metal plates inlaid on the parts to serve as armor.
Several people were carrying large backpacks. They were the most common scavengers on the Evernight Continent. They used their lives as bets and ventured into the depths of the wilderness and ruins to find something that might be of some value. In their backpacks
Inside, all the wealth is contained.
In front of the team, the outline of a small town had vaguely appeared, and they involuntarily quickened their pace.
The most eye-catching building in the town is a tall lighthouse. This is a building almost entirely made of metal welding, with several thick pipes climbing on the outer wall.
The always-burning flame on the top of the lighthouse can be seen from a long distance, so this town is called Lighthouse Town. At this time, a large amount of steam was suddenly discharged from the middle of the lighthouse, and the huge gears exposed in the damaged part of the shell began to rotate hard, driving
The battering ram on the tower swings slowly and strikes the old-fashioned copper bell, emitting a deep and long sound.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The sound of the bell spread far away, and the team of scavengers quickened their pace.
One of the burly men looked at the sky and said, "It's only three o'clock and it's going to be completely dark. It's hard for anyone to live!"
An old man walking at the front said with some indifference: "Isn't this the case in the dark season?"
The strong man looked up at the sky. There were several huge black shadows in the sky blocking the sunlight. It was only three o'clock and the surrounding area was as dark as dusk.
He spat heavily and said with half envy and half jealousy: "If you let me live up there for a few days, I would be willing to lose ten years of my life!"
Another scavenger said: "Come on, buck-toothed sixth man! That's a place only for big shots. You have no hope in this life. Just pick up trash here!"
Before the buck-toothed old man could attack, a valve opened on the other side of the lighthouse in the distance, emitting a large amount of steam. Suddenly, the entire middle part of the lighthouse and above was surrounded by white mist, the flames became blurry, and the sharp and long whistle suddenly sounded.
The sound made people's hearts beat.
"Why is it closing so early?!"
"What the hell is that bald guy doing?"
The scavengers suddenly panicked, quickened their pace, and ran all the way to the town. Fortunately, they moved quickly enough and rushed through the gate in time.
The exhaust pipes on both sides of the tower were spewing out large clouds of slightly black and turbid gas. The huge gears and winches were turning creakingly. The heavy cast iron gate slowly fell and hit the steel channel with a loud bang.
The town was closed.
This team of scavengers was out of breath. One of them stood on the street, holding his hands on his knees and gasping for air. Then he raised his head and shouted to the tower: "Why did it close so early? We were almost locked out!"
A shiny bald head with a ferocious face poked out from the top of the city tower.
He pointed to the sky and shouted unceremoniously: "I told you that it's not peaceful outside during this period! Look at the color of the moon in the sky! If you don't even want to die for a few copper coins, you deserve to die.
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There is a huge full moon hanging in the sky. The edge of the moon disk is already as red as blood. In a few days, it will turn into a full blood moon.
On the night of the crimson moon, all creatures in the wasteland will become restless and extremely aggressive. According to legend, whenever the moonlight turns scarlet, a disaster will occur somewhere. Only when enough blood is shed,
Only the gods of disaster will leave with satisfaction.
The scavengers were cursing, but these mad dogs in the wilderness really didn't dare to do anything to the bald man on the tower. He was the only police chief in the town, and he was also a first-level soldier. It was easy to deal with their team of mad dogs.
So these people could only complain and walk into the town.
There is a bar in the town, the only bar here, and several guest rooms in the back. It is the destination for scavengers, and it is also the only paradise that can bring happiness and women.
In order to save energy, there are almost no lights in the town, so in the night, the dim light shining on the bar sign is particularly eye-catching, although only the word "sha" is lit on it.
The prototype of that signboard is a bearing removed from the bottom of the engine room. I don't know how the bar owner used it to put the words on it, and also applied luminous stone powder, but it will gradually fade away after being exposed to rain and wind.
People in the town know that the name of the bar is Manjushahua, but no one understands the meaning of these four words together, and among the thousands of people in the town, less than five people can recognize these four words.
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The lights in the bar are dim, the tables and chairs are very old, and the walls are covered with all kinds of messy graffiti, but it has a strange beauty.
The bar is made of steel plates and rivets, and it looks like a tough guy from the era. All the materials in this bar can be found in the wasteland outside. In fact, the most valuable thing in the abandoned land is scrap steel.
Metal is everywhere in the wasteland, and the airship cemetery is filled with metal peaks.
The bar was filled with the smell of low-quality alcohol, tobacco and sweat, and several women wearing heavy makeup also exuded a pungent smell of perfume, which made people sick to smell it.
There was a young man standing behind the bar. He was thin and slender, and his complexion was sickly pale.
The young man was wearing a shabby jacket and trousers, and his long black hair was tied into a ponytail. His face was very beautiful, very beautiful, and too young. At first glance, he looked like a shy but friendly boy next door.
appearance.
He stood behind the bar, quietly looking at the dozen or so customers in the bar who were venting their desires and pressures.
Just looking at his appearance, no one would have thought that this young boy would be the owner of this bar and hotel. I'm afraid, no, he must not be eighteen years old yet.
At this time, the bar's half-open door was pushed open, and the group of scavengers who had just entered the city poured in. As soon as they entered, the bar immediately became quiet for a while, and many people looked at these scavengers with vigilant eyes.
In the wasteland, the reputation of scavengers is not good. They have many nicknames, including vultures, scavengers, mad dogs... and so on.
Scavengers are always on the verge of life and death. They have no shame or credibility and can do anything. Many Scavengers have their own circles and secret communication methods. If outsiders approach this group rashly, they are likely to be betrayed.
Chew until no bones and dregs are left.
Although this small town called Beacon Town thrives to a large extent on the large number of waste pickers around it, the aboriginal people in the city do not welcome the waste pickers and will not sincerely accept them.
Wherever there are scavengers, there will be trouble. In the wasteland, the word trouble often means that a group of people will lose their lives. Otherwise, why would you have the nerve to call it trouble?
It was not the first time for this team of scavengers to come to Manjushuahua. They found a table to sit down and loudly announced the name of their favorite wine. The young man behind the bar turned around and took down a few bottles of wine from the wine rack, skillfully
Prepare it.
The stainless steel mixing jar was flying up and down between his long and white fingers, as if it had a soul of its own.
At this moment, a scavenger with a huge scar on his face came over, leaned heavily on the bar, and said with a thick nasal voice: "I heard that you have a very strong wine called Manshihua here! Give it to me.
Have a big drink!”
The young man did not move, but said: "An imperial silver coin."
"Ouch!" the scavenger exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Did my ears hear it correctly? An imperial silver coin!! Am I drinking the blood of a virgin? Well, now that I'm here, I have to try it and see.
Is your wine as good as you say? Boy, I don’t have any silver coins, but I can use this to pay the bill, as long as you dare to take it!"
With a bang, the scavenger took out a musket and slammed it on the bar.
The gun has been filled with gunpowder pellets and is ready to be fired at any time. The handle of the gun is covered with a thick iron sheet and is stained with black blood and other dirt that is unclear whether it is brain or bone marrow. This heavy gun
The musket is obviously not only capable of bombardment, but the handle of the gun is also a powerful weapon, and it may be used more often.
The bar suddenly became quiet, and many people's eyes were focused on the scavengers and young people.
The young man had already mixed the wine, and divided the glasses slowly. Then he put his hands on the bar, glanced at the musket, and said calmly: "For the sake of you being the one who is eating, I can calculate that it is worth it."
Half a silver coin. Are you sure you want to use it to pay the bill?"
The corner of the scavenger's eyes twitched, and his upper body slowly leaned forward, approaching the young man until their noses were almost touching, and then he said: "What will happen if I don't pay the bill?"
The young man didn't move at all, and still said in a calm voice: "Then I will blow up your head."
The scavenger stared hard at the young man's eyes. In those deep black eyes, no fluctuations could be seen, just like two bottomless lakes. The scavenger looked down at the young man's hands again.
They are a pair of unusually clean hands, with no calluses at all, and their skin is incredibly delicate, with no trace of any rough work or training.
The young man's hand was placed on the bar. This position was awkward and far away from everything. Even if he hid a weapon under the bar, he didn't seem to have time to retrieve it.
The young man's coarse shirt only had two buttons on, revealing a huge ugly scar on his chest, which seemed incompatible with his appearance.
The corners of the scavenger's eyes kept beating. For some reason, the chill in his heart became stronger and stronger, and sweat suddenly rolled down his face. This was the instinctive feeling of danger for wild dogs living in the wilderness.