The dark earth, the dark night sky, the dark world.
A pair of scarlet eyes quietly opened in the darkness and looked around.
The night covered its body, but not its skinny aura. It looked like a wild dog. It stretched out its skinny forelimbs, lowered its body, and crawled forward slowly like a real wild dog without making any mistakes.
Children's movements.
This is the basic skill to survive in this dark world.
Because no one knows how many dangers are hidden in the darkness, and how many lives are buried behind the dangers.
The scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness, and the figure of the 'wild dog' became slower and slower. Finally, somewhere in the memory, it touched a dry leg bone.
The scarlet light lit up for a moment.
He immediately disappeared.
There was a faint creaking sound in the silence.
The dry bones were ground into powder by the teeth, and swallowed into the stomach with saliva. The taste was a bit bland, and there was really no nutrition. But in the black prison, being able to find some food and struggling to survive was the greatest luck. It
Can't expect more.
Thinking of the word extravagant hope, the creaking sound in the night stopped for a moment.
I wonder if it reminds me of the scenery under the blue sky and white clouds, or the freshness of fresh flesh and blood. Originally, after staying in this world for a long time, such words will not bring much fluctuation to its mood. But in recent days, for some reason, it has
I think more and more of those words and the meaning behind those words.
Such as extravagant hope, such as hope, such as despair.
Just when the "creeping" sound paused for a moment, a dull rumbling sound suddenly came from the dark night sky above our heads. It was like a thunderstorm in a distant place.
The scarlet eyes raised and looked at the sky.
Behind the night above the head is not the brilliant starry sky, but layers of black clouds. It is said that behind those clouds, there is a terrifying magic circle that can easily kill a big monster. When it was thrown into this world, it was just a little bit small.
The famous true demons are equivalent to those registered wizards in the witch union, and they have no chance to experience the terror of those magic circles.
It can only feel the oppression under those clouds.
Thick clouds covered everything.
On normal days, those clouds will not fluctuate at all for months, years, or even decades. Even if new people are thrown in from outside by wizards, they will not cause a ripple in those black clouds.
But in the recent period - it may be a few days, maybe a few months, or even longer, because for the residents living in this black world, time has no meaning - in short, the recent period,
There was more and more movement among the clouds.
Sometimes there will be continuous flashes of light behind the clouds.
Sometimes there will be a continuous rumbling sound from behind the clouds.
Sometimes, the clouds will even open a hole, and some wizards in black robes will fall down.
It had seen such a scene from afar. The black-robed wizards were like birdmen with spread wings, slowly falling along the sky. Although they were far away, it could still pass through the dull wind in the darkness.
, smelling the coveted scent coming from those wizards.
Many demons who had lost their senses were like moths rushing towards the lights, and flew towards the skylight. Then they turned into puffs of fly ashes. Although they were weak, they still had enough sense and did not seek death like those of their kind.
Instead, like the other old monsters who have stayed in the dark prison for countless years, they looked coldly at the skylight.
One end of the skylight is connected to the world outside the darkness, and the other end is connected to the strongholds in the dark world. Those strongholds belong to wizards and are used to supervise the prisoners in this dark prison. It once doubted whether the wizards wanted to completely destroy this place.
Prisoners in the world, otherwise why would so many wizards be sent into the Black Prison?
until today.
There was another strange movement behind the clouds.
After the rumbling sound, the clouds were not completely quiet. A vortex suddenly appeared among the clouds. The vortex was very small at first, like an underripe green bean, but soon, the vortex turned faster and faster, and became bigger and bigger.
In a moment, the green bean turned into a bottomless black hole.
Different from the past, today the other end of the cave is not filled with dazzling skylight, but with bright starlight.
boom!
A huge figure broke through the starlight, got out of the vortex, and fell heavily into this dark world.
That's a big roc.
It spreads its wings, as if it can cover the entire sky. But this world is already very dark, and even if it covers the entire sky, it will not cause more changes in this world.
On the contrary, its appearance attracted many coveted eyes.
"Come down."
A generous spiritual thought led the roc to fall from the sky.
At the same time, a huge palm protruded from the ground, with its fingers spread out and flattened, like a temporary tarmac.
The Dapeng accurately fell into the palm of the hand.
Then he clenched and closed his palms, and disappeared into the boundless darkness again in the blink of an eye. Several long and mournful howls were vaguely heard in the distance, accompanied by dots of scarlet, giving the night a terrifying color.
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The 'Wild Dog' chewed the dry bone powder in his mouth, feeling annoyance rising in his heart, and kept replaying the brilliance just after the whirlpool in his mind.
The bone meal, which can usually suppress the hunger fire, became tasteless the more I chewed it for some reason.
Scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness.
Finally, it brought the bone to a ravine.
Different from other places in the dark world, there is a persistent smell of sulfur lingering over this ravine. The 'wild dog' bit the bone, chose a shallow place in the ravine, spread his fingers, and began to dig out the ravine.
Black gravel.
The ravine gradually became deeper and wider under its excavation.
I don't know when a bit of dark red appeared in the deep darkness. The dark red slowly flowed between the skinny fingers, gathered together, and soon formed a small pool of orange-red.
This is magma underground.
It is also one of the few colors and flavors in this world that belongs to the prisoners.
The orange-red light shone on the face of the 'Wild Dog', revealing a pale, skin-covered and bone-like face, like a skeleton. It stared greedily at the lava, thinking of the spicy hot pot it had eaten a long, long time ago.
The bottom is also the same color.
Then he put the bone he was biting into the "hot pot base" and rinsed it.
There is an oily, burnt smell coming out of the bones, which is so fascinating.
It took a deep breath, wanting to lock that breath firmly in its chest, wanting to drive away the bright starry sky in its mind, as well as the huge roc bird that could fly freely.
In the distance, another fire lights up from time to time.
The hot magma is rolling in the ravines, bringing some light to the world, but like fireflies in the night, such a little light cannot bring hope, but makes the world seem more desperate.