Evade the wizard's hunting party, capture the wizard, and continue to evade the wizard's hunting party.
Occasionally, when they have free time, the old demons will discuss their experience in cooking the flesh and blood of wizards. The little demons need to take care of their own group of wild demons, while the banshees like to gather together and gossip about the big demons that roam the world.
The name of the black ship is the Mist, and it is a battleship built by the Siren King himself.
Its captain, as a legend among the great demons, often becomes a topic of conversation among the banshees.
It is said that this captain is very young and is a native demon. He was born a true demon. He is less than a hundred years old and has already reached the peak of great demon.
It is said that he once sailed around the world in a black ship in one day and killed thirteen hunting teams of wizards. None of the three great wizards he led survived.
It is said that he once went deep into the seabed on a full moon night to challenge the eternal Siren King and escaped unscathed.
It is even said that he once confronted the president of First University!
Now, the legend stood in front of Nikita.
Nikita squinted his eyes slightly, quietly looking at the tall figure with his back to him, and stopped next to the pillar.
"Don't be shy, get closer and see clearly. Everything I let you see is for your permission." The gentle voice continued to sound, appearing very tolerant.
Nikita was stunned for a moment, then moved forward meekly.
The first rule of the demon clan is that when facing powerful people, you need to maintain respect and awe, and obey their will.
There is a wide table board against the bulkhead, supported by several leaning pieces of wood underneath, making the table board very stable.
On the side of the table close to the bulkhead, there are several dark earthen jars placed haphazardly, with several streams of smoke of different colors swaying a few inches away from the mouth of the jars. On the side facing out, there are
There is an ancient leather scroll with some complex patterns outlined in dark gold and silver.
On the leather scroll, there was a wooden plate randomly placed. The plate was very simple in style, covered in dark purple paint, and several complicated patterns were outlined with silver thread near the edge. Nikita vaguely felt that these patterns seemed a bit magical.
The style of writing.
His eyes passed over the earthen jars, leather scrolls, and the complicated patterns, and finally landed on the plate.
There was a complete bloody brain on the plate. Two black sharp thorns were dexterously playing with the tiny folds on the brain, tapping lightly from time to time. Then, as the brain trembled, a bunch of silvery white,
The misty things were drawn out from above and sucked into a pair of blue-black lips in mid-air.
Nikita's eyes trembled.
Her eyes followed the stream of light and landed on the cyan lips. She paused for a moment, and then quickly slid down. From the corner of her eye, she could only catch a glimpse of the hem of the white robe.
The magic text on this robe is also very particular. She thought about it secretly in her heart.
"Memory is something more fascinating than power." The gentle voice revealed a deep sense of satisfaction.
Nikita knew he was talking about the silvery mist just now.
This is a very popular drink among high-level demons, just like the drink that wizards like to drink.
But this drink is not brewed by elves using nectar and dew.
This drink is full of the noble and bloody atmosphere of demons. It is brewed from the memories flowing out of the warm human brain under the stimulation of demonic energy.
This drink is called ‘memory’.
Memory is the aging of time.
For wizards, nothing is more important than time. Their power accumulates in time, their souls sublimate in time, and their memories leave the most precious essence in the erosion of time.
These essences are the most fascinating enjoyment for high-level demons.
"This brain belongs to a little wizard we just captured yesterday. It is very fresh and very rare. Especially the memory full of strength and struggle is so sweet." The gentle voice praised, quite a bit.
Reluctantly: "Nowadays, these wizard brains are becoming more and more rare, especially those little guys who have registered. It is a pity."
Nikita quickly took out a dark red clay pot and handed it forward respectfully:
"This is a memory I brewed with the brains of many people. Although it is not as pure and pure as a wizard, it is full of exotic customs. I hope you can accept it."
The Duomen are an alien race. They recognize the orthodox status of the Wizards Alliance and disdain monsters. Therefore, their flesh, blood and souls are often used as rare trophies and contributed to high-level monsters.
"Don't be afraid, raise your head." The captain of the Mist took the pot and rubbed the protruding patterns on it, his voice full of joy.
Nikita raised his head and saw the blue-black lips, the high nose bridge above the lips, and the dark red, deep eyes.
In just a moment, she was immersed in those pure eyes, and the evil spirit all over her body stagnated uncontrollably.
A large number of memories guarded by monsters surged out of my mind like waves.
All memories repeat the same story.
Live.
Born in the North District of Beta Town, as a child of a magician, Nikita knew how difficult it was to survive from an early age. When the wizard's children were playing around the town riding broomsticks and flying swords, she could only look at them with envy.
, and then followed his parents into the dark and silent forest again to collect herbs and change some time.
When I was six years old, my parents left.
One was pulled to the bottom by a water ghost when he was crossing the Silent River; the other was rolled up to the treetops by gray vines when he broke into the Silent Forest.
The Silent Forest was the incarnation of death in her eyes at that time.
As a child, her impression of life was the small piece of black bread that the old-fashioned juggler broke to her on the street.
A small piece of dark, hard bread.
The old magician pinched her face with his skinny claws.
Watching her with tears in her eyes, she stuffed the black bread into her stomach.
Living is very hard.
When she was fifteen years old, she received the admission notice from First University.
She moved into a university dormitory and no longer had to listen to rats fighting in a narrow attic; she had delicious food and no longer had to venture into the silent forest for a piece of bread; she even had a lover, whose green eyes were
Always so clear and reliable.
She began to dream about the future and life.
In college, she lived happily.
Senior year, with an internship assignment, I once again stepped into the forest of silence.
She was attacked by a group of wild monsters.
When the instructor rescued her, her eyes were already filled with blood.
She told her mentor, I want to live.
The instructor said, then run, run far away, out of the forest of silence, to a place where there are no wizards.
So she began to flee.
The wizard's hunting team is very terrifying. They can always find lone monsters, turn them into ashes, or tie them up and take them to dark unknown places.
But what's even more terrifying is that she can no longer restrain herself and starts to eat wizards as food.
There's no going back.
But, she is still alive.
Not long ago, the instructor brought a six or seven-year-old girl to find her.
He said, this child also wants to live.
She nodded and took the child back to the Lich King's territory.
The little girl has not yet transformed, always lingering in the stage of half wizard and half demon.
The old lichs in the territory are ready to send this child to the test stand; the young lichs in the territory are salivating and want to have a taste of the little wizard; even her friends are looking at her with malicious eyes.
they.
So, she took the little girl and escaped from the Lich King's territory again.
In order to survive.
Now, she's on board the ship.
…
The captain blinked.
Nikita woke up as if from a dream.
She touched her face in horror, it was wet.
There is sweat and there are tears.
The captain looked at her gently, with a smile on his lips:
"Every fallen wizard has experienced a desperate struggle.
Those cannibalistic blood are slowly pumped out from the weeping heart."