July twenty-nine.
The weather is cloudy.
Dark clouds were gathering over the huge wall, and the turbid light was covered by the dark clouds.
The air was a bit cold, and the pedestrians on the street had already put on thick winter clothes for the black snow season, and were wrapped tightly.
In commercial and residential areas, in the huge squares of slums, and in front of the temple of the Holy See of Light, employees of the Holy See of Light are already building sacrificial platforms.
They will wait for two days later in early August, which is the first day of the black snow season every year.
It is a routine day of prayer, which is extremely grand.
Both civilians and nobles will pray together with the temple priests at home or under the sacrificial platform to the great God of Light to grant blessings and protect all living beings from suffering.
On the top of a towering castle on Dega Mountain, several divine envoys were busy building a giant spire to the highest point of the castle.
The cold wind blew the magical robes of several people and made their hair rustle.
Floating.
"Hurry up, everyone, move quickly, bury the wire first."
An energetic old man commanded from the side, it was Ibiza.
Several divine messengers moved quickly and pulled the wires down along the grooves in the ground.
"Lao Yi, do you think this thing can really work?"
Another short and thin old man asked casually.
Ibiza shook his head slightly and said: "It's hard to say.
We'll know when the thunder and lightning comes.
In any case, many of the concepts of thunder magic proposed by this thing are known as deep drilling.
Even if they are unsuccessful, they can still be included in the three-star magic." ” "That's not bad."
The short and thin old man nodded, "This person should have a very deep research on the power of lightning.
He actually knows how to use the latest plastic materials as insulators.
Perhaps it is the work of Bello.
He has studied lightning for decades, and now he also It’s time to become a master.”
Ibiza smiled faintly and did not reply.
Bello was a good friend of the short and thin old man, so he was naturally favored by the latter.
However, in his opinion, among the many divine envoys of the next generation, there was no one with the talent to make this thing.
The number of candidates was by no means less than three.
The only thing that made him regretful was that he had asked several of his students two days ago, but it was not their fault.
Otherwise, if this thing came out, he would be proud of it.
Rumble At this time, a low muffled thunder suddenly came from the sky.
Ibiza and the short and thin old man were startled for a moment, their eyes gleamed, and they immediately said: "Get ready quickly, everyone move away."
The angels who were busy in front of this giant spire quickly completed the final work, quickly retreated, and followed Ibiza and the short and thin old man to leave here and go to another tall building nearby.
Ibiza and the short and thin old man The old man put on a telescope covered with plastic protection and looked up at the gloomy black clouds above his head.
A heavy rain was just around the corner.
At this time, a temple employee brought several large oil umbrellas, ready to be used by several people when it rained.
When Ibiza turned around and saw it, she was startled and shouted hurriedly: "Get this thing away quickly, you want to kill us."
The few divine envoys standing with their hands hanging also noticed the young temple employee's mistake.
When the latter looked confused and nervous, they hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the oil umbrella from his hand, and threw it hard behind him.
In the corridor, this oil umbrella has a metal frame inside, which is easy to trigger thunder.
One of the angels shouted: "Asshole, you are blind, you dare to let us hold an umbrella here when there is a thunder, go and get some sets."
Come with the raincoat."
The young temple employee immediately realized the mistake he had made.
His face turned pale with fright, his legs were trembling, he agreed tremblingly, and hurriedly turned around and ran away.
After a while, Ibiza and others all put on raincoats and stood on the floor.
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Rumble Thunder and lightning swam in the dark clouds, and electric snakes split through the sky, illuminating the gloomy sky and earth suddenly like daylight.
The short and thin old man stared closely at the giant spire on the opposite floor and whispered: "With those thunder-inducing irons you have arranged, when the thunder lowers later, it will definitely hit it."
Ibiza hummed and squinted at the giant spire. boom A loud thunder suddenly sounded.
The pressure in the air decreased and the humidity became thicker.
Seven or eight minutes later, Ibiza felt his nose get cold, but a drop of rain fell.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky, immediately put on his rain hat, and quietly wait. boom A thick purple thunder and lightning passed across the sky, as if it was an angry dragon, suddenly splitting a purple lightning from the middle, following the misty rain, and suddenly hit the metal pole on the top of the giant spire, a bright purple lightning It was twisting more than ten meters away from the crowd, as if the giant spire was a divine hand, grabbing the electric snake from the clouds and holding it in its hand.
Ibiza and others' pupils shrank, and they felt a slight numbness on their skin and scalp.
Goosebumps arose all over their bodies, and the blood in their bodies couldn't help but speed up.
They were not only shocked by the majestic scene in front of them, but also It is also stimulated by the static electromagnetic field associated with lightning.
The electric light stayed on everyone's retinas for less than two seconds, and then gradually disappeared, leaving the giant spire still intact.
Ibiza and the short and thin old man raised their telescopes and looked at it.
They found that the giant spire was not damaged at all, and the ground below it was no different.
They couldn't help but feel their hearts skipping a beat, knowing that this magical work was successful. boom Another bolt of lightning struck down, hit the giant spire, and wrapped around the metal pole.
When the lightning disappeared, the ground was still intact.
At this time, the rain became heavier and the thunder and lightning became more severe.
Rumble When thunder sounds, lightning will be pulled down from the sky and hit the giant spire.
Naturally, ordinary lightning rods cannot have such a high lightning strike rate.
However, in order to verify the effect of this lightning rod, Ibiza arranged lightning rods around the lightning rod.
Drawing a large amount of Thunder God Iron greatly increases the probability of lightning falling.
At the same time, due to the huge wall, it has some impact on the climate.
The height of the clouds is generally lower than outside the wall.
This is why lightning inside the wall has become one of the major natural disasters. for the sake of.
In the continuous lightning strikes, the lightning rod remained unscathed.
Ibiza and others watched the scene of thunder and lightning shining more than ten meters away at close range again and again.
From the initial shock, they gradually became immersed in the magnificence of thunder and lightning, like watching a great art exhibition.
The rain lasted for more than three hours.
Ibiza, the short and thin old man and others stood in the rain and watched for more than three hours.
Even the top opera masters or musicians could not let them stand in the rain.
I watched it for three hours.
In the castle.
The oil lamps on the wall burned quietly, and the fragrant light warmed the entire hall.
All the windows were closed, and the rain fell gently outside the windows.
The two maids stood quietly together, and it was obvious that they were standing together.
My legs and feet were a little sore, but I still persisted secretly.
Kaqi, Jinis, Lao Jin and others were sitting on the sofa, eating newly bought fruits.
Dudian stood in front of a window, opened the window slightly, and looked at the crystal rain outside.
Although it looked like It is clean and bright, but when the rain falls, you can see that the accumulated water is light black.
Of course, this is not entirely because the ground is too dirty.
"Master, are you cold?"
Nicotine stepped forward and said respectfully.
Dudian did not look back and said quietly: "Come here."
Nicotine was slightly startled, but still took a small step forward.
Dudian said: "What did you see?"
Nicotine was stunned for a moment, looked at the gap outside the window, glanced at it a few times, and said doubtfully: "Rainwater" "Where does the rain come from?"
"This, of course, comes from the dark clouds."
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“Where did the dark clouds come from?”
"Well, this slave doesn't know."
Dudian was slightly silent, seeming a little lost, and murmured in a low voice: "Have you ever thought about the meaning of our survival as humans?"
Nicotine was slightly startled, his eyes flashed, and he said: "Such a philosophical question, the house slave cannot understand.
The house slave only knows that my meaning is to serve you well.
Although I used to be offensive and rebellious in my heart, I am older now." , I don’t want to fight anymore, I hope you can trust me again.”
Dudian retracted his gaze and glanced at him.
The two looked at each other, Nicotine's eyes were calm and full of sincerity.
Dudian retracted his gaze, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, saying, "Go and prepare the carriage for me.
I'll go to the Lane family."
"Yes."
Nicotine said respectfully.
When Kaqi and others heard that Dudian was about to go out, Lao Jin said, "I'll go with you too."
"Need not."
Kaqi peeled the fruit and said casually: "These days, I go to the Lane family every night and don't come back until dawn.
Is it possible that you have a crush on a young lady from the Lane family?"
Dudian glanced at him and said nothing.
When Nicotine prepared the carriage, he immediately put on his raincoat and got on the carriage.
Taking a carriage to a butcher's door in a remote town, Dudian spent two silver coins and bought a 200-pound iron-backed pig.
This was a relatively high-end type of pig, and its meat quality was comparable to beef.
Just like last time, Dudian asked the butcher to kill and bleed the iron-backed pig, pick it up and load it into the carriage.
Then he drove the carriage to the countryside, leaving the carriage in a small town post hotel near the fortress, and asked the proprietress to take good care of it.
Clean it up.
He himself dragged the iron-backed pig that had been abandoned in the grass outside the town, and left quickly in the night.
After a while, he came to a remote place in the fortress.
As he expected, it was a rainy day, and there were patrols on duty.
It is relatively loose, and the fortress is in a remote location.
Savages have never attacked here, resulting in a good number of garrison troops here.
Dudian quickly climbed over the fortress with the iron-backed pig on his back, making no sound.
The weight of two hundred kilograms was like a handy weapon to him.
It was not heavy.
After sneaking through the fortress, he immediately flew through the night. go.
After a while, Dudian came to the place where the little splitters were raised.
He got into the desolate building, opened the hole covered by the branches on the ground, jumped into the basement with the iron-backed pig on his back, and immediately saw that he was tied in the cage.
The sleeping little splitter.
When he landed, the little Ripper heard the noise, raised his head slightly, and looked over.
When he saw it was Dudian, he screamed a few times, seemingly excited, and gently rubbed the cage with his sickle arm. jingle.
Dudian pulled out the dagger he carried with him, cut off the pig's trotters from the iron-backed pig, and threw them in through the gap in the tungsten steel cage.
The sickle arms of the little cutters immediately swarmed up and immediately cut a pig's trotters into seven or eight sections. , pick it up directly from the ground with your mouth and eat it.
The dagger in Dudian's hand is a dagger for killing monsters.
Cutting an iron-backed pig is like tofu.
It is easy to cut its body into pieces and throw it into the cage to feed the little cutter.
Now, just a few days have passed, and the carapace on the little cutter's body has been cut.
The color is slightly darker than before, but there is still a layer of unfaded primary nail color on the carapace, which looks like the paint is applied unevenly.
Dudian had seen the little cleaver that he had killed before.
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The other party had only been around for five days, and the color of his body had already turned extremely dark.
The carapace and sickle arms looked very strong and hard, but this little cleaver was It's a bit miserable.
Four days have passed.
Not only has the size not increased much, but the color of the carapace has not completely changed.
The main reason is that the food he eats is too nutritious.
"Little guy, be obedient.
I'll kill your mother in a few days, and we can go outside the wall together.
I can also let you enjoy a little freedom."
Dudian said to himself while throwing pork to it.
The little splitter quickly ate the pork thrown into the cage, eating it happily and excitedly.
After all, this was its only meal every day.
After a while, after feeding the little mutilator, Dudian put on his raincoat and took off a small sachet hanging from his neck.
Unlike other sachets, what was inside was not spices, but the dried plasma shells of the mutilator.
After leaving the basement, Dudian returned to the wall at night.
After several trips back and forth, Dudian was already familiar with the route.
Half an hour later, he bypassed a small desolate mountain range.
In vain, he saw a black shadow shaking at the foot of the mountain ahead, like a ghost.
Du Di'an was stunned and looked intently.
He couldn't help but be startled.
In the drizzle, he saw the outlines of these black figures connected with each other.
They looked like more than a dozen figures.
These people were in groups together, holding hands in their hands.
Holding a strange long stick weapon, he quietly moved forward in one direction.
Du Di'an's head jumped.
He quietly pushed aside the grass and approached.
He immediately saw clearly the appearance of these people.
They were taller and shorter, but their complexions were dark and rough, just like people from remote small tribes such as India in the West in the old days.
A collar of animal teeth hangs around his neck, he holds a weapon inlaid with animal bones and wooden sticks in his hand, and he wears a fine short knife at his waist, which looks a bit out of place.
When Dudian saw these daggers, he suddenly thought of the daggers he picked up outside the wall last time, and his face changed slightly.
He didn't expect that these daggers were really used by savages.
I saw that these savages had no raincoats on them, and they let the rain fall on them without paying any attention.
At this moment, these savages walked to a steep wall overgrown with weeds.
The savages at the front pushed aside the weeds and got in.
The others filed in.
The last person at the end put the weeds back to their original positions from the opposite side. , If he hadn't seen these people enter here with his own eyes, Dudian probably wouldn't have noticed a savage den here if he passed by.
He sniffed lightly, and although the rain diluted the smell, he could still smell a mixture of humans and beasts.
He remembered the smell, turned around and left quietly.
Although the people in the fortress have always hated the savages and regarded them as enemies outside the country, Dudian did not feel too strongly about it.
The only enemies in his eyes were monsters.
If there was not enough benefit, he was unwilling to provoke these savages.
His intuition told him He, the savage's background is no worse than the military forces in the fortress
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