The long whistle echoed over Dark Blood City, announcing the arrival of a new day. Although the night has passed, dawn is still struggling under the horizon. There is no morning light in the Evernight Continent in the dark season.
In the gray morning light, Qianye was wrapped in an earth-yellow adventurer's cloak. At his feet was a steam pipe more than ten meters above the ground, overlooking the Dark Blood City, which was already fully awake.
The city seemed to have healed its wounds in one night. Except for the continuous flow of people under the tall towers, everything was orderly and calm as before. Everyone started their own similar but different day, doing whatever they had to do.
, the smell of joy, debauchery and indulgence pervades every neighborhood.
Last night seemed to be just an all too real nightmare. Qianye was a little uncomfortable with what he saw in front of him.
Only the trauma left by the fierce battle on the city still exists, and the ruins silently record everything that happened. The battlefield where the White Dragon Armor, William, and the Human-Faced Spider Demon fought was the most brutal. There was not a single intact house in the entire block, including where Qianye was the first to hide.
The bungalows have all been turned into rubble. Looking from a distance, one can see the violent collision, explosion, and turbulence of the Force from the direction of the building's collapse.
Small-scale encounters seemed to have occurred in several other places in the city, but the extent was only similar to what Qianye had experienced. In addition to the street surface needing repair, perhaps more passers-by could completely erase the traces of blood.
Many people spontaneously gathered on the ruins and continued to clean up the bodies.
On the one hand, people clean up corpses to prevent the spread of plague. Dark races have many kinds of high-intensity plagues, which can be spread through rotting corpses. On the other hand, these people also do it for the property of the deceased. This is an unspoken rule in the Evernight Continent.
, whoever cleans up the body of the ownerless deceased will belong to whomever the property on the body is.
It was under this unspoken rule that the ruins were cleared extremely quickly. People distributed the harvest with a tacit understanding that went without saying, and the scene was not chaotic. There were even many first-level soldiers who joined the cleaning process.
The soldiers' physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people. A thick metal support that can be carried by one person can be lifted away by three or five people in one breath.
On the outskirts of the almost razed block, there were a few formally dressed people, holding up odd-style platforms and writing and drawing on drawings. These people were local representatives of major companies or consortiums.
After the ruins are cleared, this land will need to be rebuilt, and it will be a big deal by then. Fortunately, it is an area with no control over it, and there are not many various pipe networks passing through it, so the infrastructure aftermath work is relatively easy.
This is the Evernight Continent, this is the Dark Blood City. It is like an ugly monster that has no one to take care of it. It was abandoned in a harsh environment, but it is alive and well. Even if it is injured, it will try to heal with its own vitality.
, because no one will help it.
Qianye turned his gaze to the north area. After passing through a bunch of roofs ranging from motley to neat, the large green-grey building was the expeditionary army camp. Qianye suddenly smiled silently, and the wrinkles on his carefully calm face became deeper.
I didn't expect Wei Potian, who was as nervous as a steam pipe, to recognize him. It's a pity that those debts seem to have not been collected yet.
After watching for a while, Qianye found that there did not seem to be as many expeditionary troops in the city as expected, and the patrols did not seem to have different numbers. He found a secluded corner and jumped to the ground, walking leisurely towards a nearby ruins.
I accidentally struck up a conversation with a few people who were resting after clearing a pile of ruins, and found out that early this morning, the expeditionary force that had previously reinforced their troops had withdrawn, and they had left quietly.
Maybe it has something to do with the battle last night? Is there any result? Qianye thought and asked a few more questions casually.
As a result, the talkative uncle said with a nonchalant expression, "Who cares about what happened last night? If you die, you are unlucky."
Qianye thought about it carefully and realized the helplessness and open-mindedness in this sentence.
A battle like last night's level has far exceeded the scope of influence of ordinary people, and even far exceeded the scope of abilities of Qianye's level. For example, when white dragon armor, William, or even higher-level figures appear,
Ordinary people can only wait quietly for their fate to be pronounced.
Under normal circumstances, these big shots are not in the mood to deal with ants like them, but if unfortunately they are involved, even escape is impossible. Therefore, for them, the most important thing is to live well in the present, and think about things beyond their capabilities.
You are asking for trouble in vain.
The same is true for Dark Blood City. After a night of suffering, it regained its vitality at dawn. Perhaps this is the tenacity possessed by the human race, which finally got rid of the fate of domestic animals. Qianye seemed to have seen the unknown side of the Evernight Continent.
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Today is an unexpectedly bright day. The sun breaks away from the entanglement of the upper continent and shines sunshine on the Dark Blood City. As if to live up to the only few hours of this day, more and more residents poured out of their homes to start the day.
activities.
Qianye walked into the hunter's house. The second master seemed to be in a good mood. He was basking in the sun in the courtyard. There was a purple clay wine jar and several plates of snacks on the side table.
When the second master saw Qianye, he waved and said, "Drink a few drinks with me, an old man, and listen to my chatter. Consider it your respect for the old man!"
Qianye nodded silently and sat down on the other side.
The second master watched Qianye pour the wine for him, and suddenly took out a silver flask from his arms and said, "Add a little more of this, it will be no worse than what you brew yourself."
Qianye took it without any hesitation, poured out some of the strong-smelling liquid, took a big sip, and held his breath for a moment before saying, "It's not bad." Qianye didn't seem to notice that the second master was paying close attention to his reaction from the beginning to the end.
, then his face became slightly relaxed.
"Were you also involved in last night's battle?" the second master suddenly asked.
Qianye thought for a while, and suddenly realized that the eagle strike last night was a strike that exerted its full power. Experts can naturally distinguish its unique sound line, and the entire Dark Blood City's eagle strike
The number can be counted on one hand.
The second master didn't wait for Qianye's answer, he smiled and said, "I heard from Lao Yi that you have sold a lot of good stuff recently, especially those fangs of vampire warriors. They are not ordinary vampires. In addition,
, you also bought something amazing."
"I have some experience in dealing with vampires."
The second master nodded, sighed, and said: "You are still young, but I am already old. I have experienced more than a dozen cities and seen countless wars and killings. For me, this world has solidified and is impossible.
There is no slightest change. But you are different. For you, every day is new, full of possibilities for change and new hope. This is the difference between young people and old people."
Qianye listened quietly. There was a vicissitude and heaviness in Erye's voice, but he was not quite able to understand its meaning.
"You know what's been a common theme in every war since the Dawn War?"
Faced with this sudden question, Qianye felt a little surprised. It was so clear to him that there was no need to discuss it in such a serious manner. The theme of war is killing, killing the enemy in the fastest, most direct and most efficient way.
This is war.
"It's a sacrifice." The second master gave an answer that Qianye had never thought of.
"Sacrifice?" Qianye didn't understand. Every war will have sacrifices. It's as natural as the passing of time.
"Sacrifice is not just death, but also change. Some people sacrificed their time, some sacrificed their lives, and some sacrificed their destiny. Their lives were changed because of the war. Just like this city, it looks very...
Happy and prosperous, but if you keep sitting here, as time passes day by day, you will find that there will be many fewer old faces and many new faces will be added."
Qianye suddenly thought of his former comrades.
The death of every comrade-in-arms will increase the responsibility in Qianye's heart. Now he has already experienced the state of mind that he will kill you to death when he sees the dark race. Just to avenge his former comrades, Qianye doesn't know how to kill.
How many warriors of the dark race have been lost. And if he is still in Red Scorpion, then one day he will also become the responsibility and burden of other comrades.
The second master said at this time: "Actually, it's not just humans who are sacrificing. Dark races are also sacrificing."
This is an argument Qianye has never heard before. The education he has received since he was sensible is that dark races are born to be cruel and cruel, and regard humans as food. Every dark race is synonymous with filth, rancidity and blood.
All in all, there are no good adjectives that can be associated with the dark race.
Can the dark race use such a noble word as sacrifice?
However, the second master did not continue on this topic. He drank all the wine in the glass and said: "This world is not only eternal night and dawn. It also has a vast middle area, which is not only gray, but also
There are many other colors. Try to see other colors, and you may even be able to see the seven-color rainbow light. Don’t just pull the trigger, that is not a good habit, it will make you miss a lot of things.”
At this time, a hunter came to hand over the task. The second master got up and entered the house, but the last words he left left Qianye thinking about it for a long time. However, Qianye still didn't quite understand. In his opinion, the world is complicated.
It is also simple. If you encounter a dark race, you must kill it. This is the simplest truth.
When the second master left, he also left some good news. The Heavenly Snake released the wind and wanted to reconcile with Qianye. This incident itself is not too unexpected. The shot fired by Eagle Strike at Kilometers must have been
He was deeply impressed, but Qianye's original plan did not include the word reconciliation. Since the other party had given the initiative, he could take some time to think about it.
At this time, the sky was getting dark. In the dark season of the Evernight Continent, the daylight was always so short. After Qianye left the hunter's house, he was walking aimlessly. Suddenly he looked up and found that he was already standing at Yu Yingnan's door.
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Qianye didn't know how he got here. The purple clay jar was filled with grain wine. The wine brewed by Erye at home was much sweeter than the ones on the market. Coupled with the additives in the silver pot, it was like a ball of fire when it entered the throat and did not burn people.
But the stamina was extremely strong. At this time, he was a little dizzy, some of his thoughts became sluggish, but some instincts reacted more directly and quickly.
Qianye pushed open the closed brown door in front of him. He had the impression that Yu Yingnan's house was never locked.
Alcohol made him a little reckless and bold. Of course, the more important thing was that Qianye didn't feel any danger here.
But that was clearly not the case tonight.
A bare foot suddenly flew out of the darkness and swept towards Qianye's head and face.
PS: Every part of my business trip this week was accompanied by the word "delayed". I am the only one who made the appointment with you on time. Thank you all for your support!