The long sound of sirens echoed over Darkblood City, announcing the arrival of a new day. Although the night has passed, the dawn still struggles below the horizon. In the dark season of Eternal Night Continent, there is no dawn.
In the gray morning light, Qianye was wrapped in a khaki adventurer's cloak, with a steam pipe more than ten meters above the ground under his feet, looking down at the dark blood city that was fully awake.
The city seemed to have healed its wounds in one night. Except for the fact that the crowds that were originally flowing under the tall city towers were sparse, everything was orderly and peaceful as before. All the people started their similar but different day, doing what they should, and the taste of joy, obscenity and indulgence permeated every neighborhood.
Last night seemed like an all-too-real nightmare. Qianye was a little uncomfortable with what he saw in front of him.
Only the scars left by the fierce battles on the city still exist, and the ruins silently record everything that happened. The battlefield where the White Dragon Armor fought against William and the Man-faced Nerubian was the most tragic. There was not a single intact house in the entire block, including the one-story house where Qianye first hid, which had already been turned into rubble. Looking from a distance, one can see the trajectory of violent collisions, explosions, and agitations of the original force from the direction of the building's collapse.
Small-scale encounters seemed to have erupted in several other places in the city, but the extent was only similar to what Qianye experienced. Apart from the need for repairs on the street floor, perhaps more passers-by would be able to completely wear away the traces of bloodshed.
Many people spontaneously gathered on the ruins, constantly cleaning up the corpses.
On the one hand, people clean up the corpses to prevent the spread of the plague. The dark race has many kinds of high-intensity plagues, which can be spread through rotting corpses. On the other hand, these people are also for the property of the deceased. This is an unspoken rule in the Eternal Night Continent, whoever cleans up the body of the dead without an owner, the property on the body will belong to him.
It is precisely under this unspoken rule that the ruins are cleaned up extremely quickly, and people distribute the harvest with an unspoken tacit understanding, and the scene is not chaotic. Even many first-level soldiers joined the ranks of the cleanup. The physical fitness of the first-level soldiers is much stronger than ordinary people. A thick metal bracket hugged by one person can be carried away by three or five people in one go.
On the outskirts of the almost flattened block, there were a few formally dressed people who opened up weird platforms and kept writing and drawing on the drawings. These people are local representatives of major companies or financial groups. After the ruins are cleared, the land will have to be rebuilt, and it will be a big deal at that time. Fortunately, there is a three-way zone, and there are not many various pipe networks passing through, so it is easier to deal with the aftermath of infrastructure.
This is the Eternal Night Continent, and this is the Dark Blood City. It is like an ugly monster that no one takes care of, abandoned in a harsh environment, but alive with vigor. Even if it is injured, it will try to heal with its own vitality, because no one will help it.
Qianye turned his gaze to the northern area, and after crossing a pile of various roofs ranging from variegated to neat, the large bluish-gray building was the expeditionary army barracks. Qianye suddenly smiled silently, and the wrinkles on his meticulous and easy-to-read face deepened. He didn't expect Wei Potian, who was as nervous as a steam pipe, to recognize him. It's a pity that those debts didn't seem to be paid back.
After watching for a while, Qianye found that the expeditionary forces in the city did not seem to be as many as expected, and the patrols did not seem to have different numbers. He found a secluded corner and jumped onto the ground, walked leisurely towards a nearby ruin, and inadvertently chatted with a few people who had just cleaned up a pile of ruins and were resting. Those expeditionary forces withdrew, and went quietly.
Maybe it has something to do with the big fight last night? Is there a result? Qianye thought about it, and asked a few more casual questions.
In the end, the uncle who talked a lot said indifferently, who cares about what happened last night? It's unlucky to die.
Qianye thought about it carefully before realizing the helplessness and open-mindedness in these words.
Battles at a level like last night's had far exceeded the range that ordinary people could influence, and even far exceeded the ability range of Qianye's level. For example, when the White Dragon Armor, William, or even higher-level big figures appear, ordinary people can only quietly wait for the judgment of fate.
Under normal circumstances, these big shots are not in the mood to deal with these ants, but if they are unfortunately involved, it is impossible to even escape. Therefore, for them, the most important thing is to live well in the present moment, and thinking too much about things beyond their capabilities is just asking for trouble in vain.
The same was true of Darkblood City, revived at dawn after a night of ordeal. Perhaps this is the tenacity possessed by the human race, which finally got rid of the fate of domestic animals. Qianye seemed to have seen the unknown side of Yongye Continent.
Today is an unexpectedly bright weather, the sun has got rid of the entanglement of the upper continent, and sprinkled the sun in the dark blood city. As if to live up to the few hours in the day, more and more residents poured out of their homes to start their day's activities.
Qianye walked into the hunter's house, the second master seemed to be in a good mood, basking in the sun in the courtyard, there was a purple sand wine jar and a few plates of snacks on the side table.
Seeing Qianye, the second master waved and said, "Have a drink or two with me, an old man, and listen to my nagging, take it as your respect for the old man!"
Qianye nodded silently and sat down on the other side.
The second master watched Qianye finish pouring the wine for himself, and suddenly took out a silver flat pot from his arms, and said, "Add some of this, it's no worse than your own."
Qianye took it without hesitation, poured out some liquid with a strong smell, then took a big sip, held his breath for a moment before saying, "It's not bad." Qianye didn't seem to notice that the second master was paying close attention to his reaction from the beginning to the end. , at this moment his face was slightly relaxed.
"Did you participate in the battle last night?" Second Master asked suddenly.
Qianye thought for a while, and suddenly realized that the Eagle Strike last night was a blow with full power, and experts could naturally distinguish its unique voice, while the Eagle Strike in the entire Dark Blood City The number can only be counted on one hand.
The second master didn't wait for Qianye to answer, he smiled and said, "I heard from the first one that you have sold a lot of good goods recently, especially those fangs of vampire warriors, they are not ordinary vampires. In addition , you also bought a great thing."
"I have some experience in dealing with blood race."
The second master nodded, sighed, and said: "You are still young, but I am already old. I have experienced more than a dozen cities and seen countless wars and killings. For me, this world has been frozen, impossible And the slightest change. You are different. For you, every day is new, full of possibilities for change and new hopes, and that is the difference between the young and the old."
Qianye listened quietly, Second Master's voice had vicissitudes and heaviness of the years, but he couldn't quite comprehend the meaning.
"You know what a common theme has been in every war since the Dawn War?"
Faced with this sudden question, Qianye felt a little surprised. To him, it was so clear that there was no need to discuss it so solemnly. The theme of war was killing. Killing the enemy in the fastest, most direct, and most efficient way was war.
"It's a sacrifice." The second master gave an answer that Qianye had never thought of.
"Sacrifice?" Qianye was a little puzzled, every war would have sacrifices, and it was just as natural as the years.
"Sacrifice is not just about death, it's about change. Some people sacrifice their time, some people sacrifice their lives, others sacrifice their destiny. Their whole lives have been changed because of the war. Like this city, it looks very Joy and prosperity, but if you keep sitting here, as time goes by, you will find that the old faces will be much less and many new faces will be added."
Qianye suddenly thought of those former comrades-in-arms.
The death of every comrade-in-arms will add a responsibility to Qianye's heart, and now he has already experienced the state of mind that he will kill you to the death when he sees the dark race. Just to avenge his former comrades, Qianye didn't know how many dark race fighters he had to kill. And if he is still in the red scorpion, then one day, he will also become the responsibility and burden of other comrades in arms.
The second master said at this time: "Actually, it's not just human beings who are sacrificing. The dark race is also sacrificing."
This was an argument that Qianye had never heard before. Since he was sensible, he has been educated that the dark race is cruel and cruel, and regards human beings as food. Every dark race is synonymous with dirty, rancid and bloody. All in all, there aren't any good adjectives that can be associated with the Dark Race.
Can the dark race use such a noble word as sacrifice
However, the second master did not continue on this topic. He drank the wine in his glass and said: "This world is not only eternal night and dawn. It also has a vast middle area, where it is not only gray, but also There are many other colors. Try to see other colors, you may be able to see the seven-color rainbow light. Don't pull the trigger, it is not a good habit, it will make you miss a lot of things."
At this time, a hunter came to hand in the task, and the second master got up and went into the house, but the last words he left made Qianye ponder for a long time. However, Qianye still doesn't quite understand it. In his opinion, the world is both complicated and simple. If you encounter a dark race, you must kill it. This is the simplest kind of truth.
When the second master left, he left a good news. The Heavenly Snake released the wind, wanting to reconcile with Qianye. This matter itself was not too unexpected, the shot that Eagle Strike fired at the kilometer must have impressed him deeply, but the word reconciliation was not included in Qianye's original plan. Now that the other party has sent the initiative, he can take some time to think about it.
At this time, the sky was already getting dark. In the dark season of the Eternal Night Continent, the days are always so short. After Qianye left the hunter's house, he was walking aimlessly, when he suddenly looked up, he found himself standing at Yu Yingnan's door.
Qianye didn't know how he got here, the purple sand altar was filled with grain wine, Erye's home brewed wine was much sweeter than the ones on the market, plus the additives in the silver pot, it entered his throat like a ball of fire, not burning people, But the stamina is exceptionally strong. At this moment, he was a little dizzy, some thinking became sluggish, but some instincts reacted more directly and quickly.
Qianye straightly pushed open the closed brown door in front of him. He had the impression that Yu Yingnan's room was never locked.
Alcohol made him a bit reckless and bold. Of course, the main thing is that Qianye didn't feel any danger here.
But that was clearly not the case tonight.
A bare foot suddenly flew out from the darkness, and swept towards Qianye's head and face.