To the south of Cold Wind City, there is an unpredictable dense fog city, a gloomy city in the shadows.
As a dark place of ghosts, the Northland is a terrifying place that no one should enter. In the eyes of southerners, those living under the iron curtain are monsters, or blasphemers who hook up with demons. No one will understand the plight and history of the Northland.
In Dense Mist City, endless light mist lingers all year round. The cause is that the city was built in a geothermal fountain area. Billowing hot springs gush out all year round, bringing huge heat and mist to the icy surface. But this is not a good thing.
The hot spring is mixed with a strong sulphur breath, which is a sign of abyss and purgatory in the eyes of mortals. The hot spring is a passage to the realm of demons and demons.
Humans have hoped to close the hot springs on the surface more than once, but the power of nature makes this effort extremely ridiculous. When a mortal finds that the spring he has worked hard to landfill for several months has been easily broken, his frustration and fear are infinite.
However, there are still a large number of residents living in Dense Mist City, just because it is warmer, even there are fewer monsters and monsters, and it is much stronger than other towns where the wind is biting.
The ruler of Dense Mist City is the Duo Ruixing family, a prosperous family with many heirs. The lord Johnson Dorixin has more than a dozen children and more than one hundred grandchildren. There are no other knights in the city, only their family dominates.
However, the population of the Duorixin family is prosperous, while the population of Dense Fog City is quite declining. It is the smallest of the 17 cities in the North, with a population of only over 10,000. The population has continued to decrease over the years. The reason...
"What?" In the Hall of Heirs in Dense Mist City, the eldest son of the family, Larry, patted the table and cursed: "My lord wants us to eat more food for the poor ghosts? Now there is no extra food. Feed the poor ghosts, let us eat what?"
The second daughter Angelin also jumped up and exclaimed: "Father, we can no longer consume food randomly. Without food, we will starve to death. Let those untouchables die. They live like ghosts, and they are not qualified to be here. The world gasps."
The third son, Marmara, also said angrily: "The untouchables and poor ghosts are like parasites, greedy monsters, who only lie on us to suck blood. We are feeding them, but they never know how to be grateful."
There was a quarrel in the wooden hall. Seven or eight children and dozens of grandchildren were all yelling, as if a clown in a circus was having a meeting, blowing up the noisy head of Johnson Dorixin sitting at the top.
"Stop." Your Excellency Duo Ruixing shouted to the town hall, and the hall quickly became quiet, "You will make the God of Murder angry."
The city lord turned to his feet, facing a statue of god behind the hall, knelt down and prayed: "The great dark day, the supreme master of conspiracy, the only true god who can do everything."
Patriarch knelt and shouted, and the children in the hall also looked for places to kneel down to show respect. Everyone echoed and shouted, praising Cyric's holy name.
"We fully follow your edict to give food and hope to the poor and needy. They are grouped, eat unimaginable food, wear thick, personal clothing, and live in warm and comfortable houses.
The poor are very grateful now. I let them work and they work. I let them rest and they go to sleep. I let them become fighters, and they fight bravely. Everything is in accordance with your instructions, no slack. "
The prayers of nearly a hundred people echoed repeatedly, and they sounded neat and solemn. When it was about to end, Johnson Dorixin asked formulaically: "As a humble and ignorant servant, I hope to get more instructions from my lord."
"Hope to get more instructions from my lord", nearly a hundred heirs pressed their heads on the floor, and the lingering sound of prayer circulated around the beams—the result was a dim light on the wooden idol, and an edict appeared out of thin air, slowly drifting down. .
Oops, Cyric is real.
In the hall, the members of the Duo Ruixing family all turned pale, and everyone was swearing in their hearts—we were just talking about it, and we didn't think about what we would do. "Dark Sun", don't you feel too tired to panic when you send out the holy edict so diligently
The edict was about to float in front of Johnson Dorixin, and his eldest son Larry shouted in a low voice: "Father, don't take it. This is definitely for us to raise untouchables. Don't take it."
The second daughter, Angelin, also screamed: "Father, if you pick it up indiscriminately, what shall we do? If you like to raise the poor, you can raise it by yourself, and you cannot deduct our food."
There was still a vote of children and grandchildren discussing later, and the third son Marmara said angrily: "I knew this, it would be better to continue to believe in the goddess of winter.'Frost' requires some untouchables to sacrifice in the cold wind at best,'Dark Day 'It takes our lives.'
"Shut up!" Johnson Duo Ruixing turned around and yelled: "If you don't receive the edict at this time,'Dark Sun' can kill me with a single thunder, just like'Frost' killed your grandfather a few months ago. Are you eager to replace me?"
The children and grandchildren can only die, watching the Patriarch take over the falling edict. It was a white bone with a string of incomprehensible words carved on it.
Johnson Dorixin held the bone of the oracle, and the divine words entered his brain directly. Cyric's cold and terrifying voice sounded in the hall through his mouth, "Servants, I hope your actions are as religious and respectful as your prayers.
The soul-cultivating secrets that I teach are unprecedented creations. They are tested and successful examples of ruling techniques. You must strictly implement them.
As long as you follow my instructions, you will cultivate countless true believers for me. I will also make your family the king of the North, and enjoy the glory forever. So don't let me down, because losers are not qualified to live. "
The oracle is majestic, and the coercive force is terrifying. When Bai Sensen's bones shattered, everyone in the hall lay on the floor for a long time. Just waiting for them to breathe a sigh of relief, one by one eggplants beating with Shuang, listless.
It's over, it's over!
Cyric is indeed a mad god, and it is difficult for mortals to understand its infinite divergent thinking. God knows what it thinks, the murder god who spreads lies and conspiracies, induces carnage and trickery
The key is to waste food to feed those untouchables and poor ghosts. How can you live this day
Johnson Dorixin got up from the floor and walked out of the Hall of Heirs without a word. When he walked out of the hall gate and looked at the city from the high steps, he saw the white mist of the hot spring, and the poor ghosts and untouchables busy like walking dead.
Outside the hall is a low wall that separates the nobles and untouchables.
Spearmen are stationed on the low walls to ensure that the despicable and ugly untouchables obey and work hard. The environment of Dense Mist City can't even log and mine, but there is a lot of mud and water flowing from the hot springs. baby.
As for the ruin of the Duo Ruixing family, I have to talk about it from half a year ago. The cause of the source has to be related to a fellow named Victor Hugo.