Hello, knight.
The devil listened to these indifferent and short words, he stood at the door of the room, and suddenly the smile on his face disappeared. It was late at night, there was no candle lighted in the king's room, and the door of the room was dark and dark. The only light was the moonlight slanting in through the stained windows.
The moonlight cast a slanted square on the soft thick carpet, making the rest of the room darker in contrast. The devil, dressed in black, stood at the door of the room, as if he had melted into the darkness, and his pale face was difficult to discern. He looked at the king, and the king looked at the moon outside the window.
A thin moon hangs high in the sky solitary and cold, with no dark clouds and no wind.
Just like when they first met.
The end of the world is a deserted rocky beach, without trees or flowers.
The earth is black, the sky is dark red, there are no birds, no beasts, and no live fish. There are only endless bones, endless fierce wind. Those who were exiled here are all those who have been cursed by the world. They will be scraped by the wind little by little in loneliness and unwillingness.
Finally, there is only one guest here.
It was the devil who was expelled by the joint efforts of the gods, which survived in the legend of only a few words. He symbolizes the dark and chaotic side of the world, the enemy of the gods. To completely wipe his name from the world, the gods descended on thunder that drowned the earth for seven days and nights.
The devil sits on the jagged black rock, isolated day after day on the other side of the world. His strength predestines him not to die here so soon, but he has no name, just like a beast trapped in a cage.
He paced back and forth in the cage day by day, unable to die or torn apart.
In that loneliness so long that even time was blurred, he met a king who had no territory and no knights.
—Under a huge crescent moon.
The wall clock hanging on the wall went too clearly every minute and every second, and the devil suddenly smiled. He came out of the darkness, into the cold moonlight, and came to the king.
He took the king's hand, kissed the back of it, then looked down at him: "Good evening, my dear majesty."
The king looked up at him, and the moonlight fell on his face, casting fine shadows.
The devil smiled and put something on the table: "Ferry III has entered the real tomb of the gods. As for whether he succeeds, it is up to him. Besides... This is a gift for you."
Inside a hockey puck is a black snake that has shrunk countless times.
It was faintly visible that the black snake was covered with scars.
When the king stretched out his hand to pick it up and take a closer look, the devil suddenly stretched out his hand and covered his eyes.
"Your Majesty, this time you have to remember."
The breath of sake fell on the king's ears, just like the devil himself, with the gloomy coldness unique to hell.
"Your soul is mine."
only mine.
He dipped his fingers into the king's silver hair and leaned down.
The moonlight was cold and faint, falling on the two figures by the window. The knight in the black dress bowed his head and kissed his monarch, and the moonlight outlined the profile of the two of them.
The young monarch raised his hand.
Finally stopped in mid-air.
"Don't break the contract any more, my majesty."
the devil said softly.
… … … …
Hopeless to the south of the Inland Sea.
On the World Cloth, this area is collectively referred to as the "South Katz Continent", which means "the barren and barbaric land". The land here is barren, there are no continuous forests, not even low shrubs, and the land is as flat as if it had been pushed with a plow when the world was first opened up.
However, in the language of the barbarians, it is called the "Plain of Grundy", which means "the place where the wolves sleep."
The legendary leader of the pack is a white-haired wolf as big as a city. It is the gathering of the souls of the wolves in the world. As long as there is a wolf alive in this world, it will never die. When it is weak, it will hide in deep lair, in the cold and darkness, and become a dead bone, until its descendants spread throughout the world.
When the wolves are like sand and sea, they will gather from all over the world to come to the place where the wolves are buried and wake it up. And the awakening of the devil wolf means that this world has become a paradise of war, and the wolf pack will roam the earth under the leadership of their leader, living on disaster and flesh and blood.
The sky in the west was blood-red by the burning clouds, and the earth was shrouded in blood-colored light and shadow. The wind blows across the grassland, presenting a breathtaking expanse.
At this time, on the prairie of Gulendi, a large white tent was set up.
Heavy cavalry of the Gruendians stood solemnly around the white tents, their faces hidden under black helmets forged in the shape of wolves. From a distance, it looks like a group of lone wolves that were wandering before suddenly gathered one day.
In front of the big white tent, countless timbers were built layer by layer, and finally piled up into a huge tetrahedron. The setting sun fell on the pyramid-shaped pile of wood, illuminating the bloodstains smeared on it. It was a staggeringly large bonfire around which the cavalry patrolled.
When the last rays of sunlight were obscured by the night, Hel Mo, the leader of the heavy cavalry of Gulendi, stepped out from the white tent.
The moment he walked out, the surrounding cavalry immediately raised their lances high in one hand. Clenching his fist with one hand, he tapped heavily on his chest, and shouted loudly in the language unique to the barbarian.
"Father."
Hull's son, Hanmu, greeted him.
"Legrand has a letter, do you want to read it?"
"Legrand?" Hull raised his head and looked across the Abyss Strait, "Read it to me."
Hanmu opened the letter that had been sent to them secretly after many twists and turns, and read it in a low voice.
He was in awe of his father, and he hadn't read the letter before he got his father's promise. At this time, the more he read, the more serious his face became, but his father did not change from beginning to end.
"It's a pity." After listening to the letter, Hull sighed regretfully, "It seems that it is impossible to compete with the successor of the Duke of Buckingham... Reply to him and say that our Angry Gold Empire agrees to the alliance."
"Yes!"
Hanmu saluted respectfully.
At the moment when Hull said "The Furious Gold Empire", he was not only the leader of the Gulundian heavy cavalry, but the ancient barbarian empire, the emperor of the Furious Gold Empire, "Mo"!
Boom, boom, boom.
The ground trembled with the sound of a drum, which was a giant drum made of hundreds of feet of high-quality cowhide. The eight ancient warriors rang it together. The sound of the drums was strong and powerful, and it came from afar on the desolate prairie, just like the heartbeat of a devil wolf who had been dead for some unknown number of years was recovering little by little.
And when the devil wolf wakes up completely, the world will be reduced to a battlefield.
Hull took his helmet from his son.
Then the breastplate, the shoulder armor, the bracers... A whole set of heavy armor was put together on him, and finally his son brought his huge epee for him. In the blink of an eye, he changed from a mercenary leader to a majestic emperor.
Hel held the hilt of the sword, his strong muscles were driving the iron armor, and he raised the epee high.
The epee crossed a cold light in the air and fell with the sound of whirring wind. Before the captive who was bound and kneeling in front of the wooden pile could cry, his head rolled to the ground. Blood spurted out of the cavity, splashed high at that moment, and landed on the huge pyramid stacked with countless firewood.
"ignition!"
Hale ordered sharply.
At the moment when his voice fell, the long-awaited Grundy heavy cavalry took off the bow behind his back and put the rocket on the bowstring.
A rocket passed through the air and landed on the pile of wood.
In the whirring grassland wind, the fire swept up along the wind, and in a blink of an eye the entire huge pyramid was on fire. The flames swept across the sky, like a torch lit on the grassland for the whole world to see, and the smoke billowed. The firelight illuminated the armor of all the knights more and more hideously, more and more like a group of wolves gathered.
Hel led his people around the torch of heaven and earth, reading long and ancient narratives.
That's barbarian history.
It has survived intact in narrative poetry passed down from generation to generation. From the birth of the first evil wolf to the end of the legendary era, the magic wolf fell into eternal sleep, and the warriors shedding wolf blood were scattered all over the world.
The old long poems overlap, and the beginning and the last sentence of each stanza are an ancient call.
Come here! Barbarian warriors!
Come here! Descendants of the Demon Wolf!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The drums are heavy, and the rhythm is more and more like a heart beating. In the sound of drums and poems, the heartbeats of the Gulendian heavy cavalry gradually synchronized with the drumbeats, the heartbeats of everyone became the same, and the shadows of the wolves rushing appeared in all minds.
That is tens of thousands of wolves, they rushed out from all corners of the world, gathered together, and finally formed a terrifying army to join the battlefield!
Come here! Descendants of the Demon Wolf!
At the moment when a huge fire was lit in front of the white tent in the Gulendi steppe and a giant drum was beaten, all over the world, on large or small, fertile or barren grasslands, a famous nomad suddenly stopped his hand. action. They felt that the fighting spirit was galloping in their blood vessels, and their heartbeat became heavy and powerful.
It all comes together into an ancient call that barbarians know.
The Angry Gold Empire will once again reappear on the earth, and the Empire is calling its people!
All the nomads who heard this voice threw away the heavy objects and sold the cattle and sheep they used to regard as life in the first place. Without any hesitation, they left the place where they had been staying and gathered in the direction of Gulund.
The horses galloped, coming from all directions, like a wave. Historians who occasionally witnessed this scene exclaimed that another "wave of barbarian invasion will sweep the land".
The wolves will wake up, and the wolves will gather.