July twenty-ninth.
The weather is overcast.
Dark clouds hung over the huge wall, the cloudy light was covered by dark clouds, and the air was a little cold. The pedestrians on the street had already put on the heavy winter clothes for the black snow season and wrapped them tightly. In commercial areas and residential areas, on the huge squares in slums, and in front of the shrine of the Holy See of Light, there are already staff of the Holy See of Light building sacrificial platforms. Two days later, in early August, which is the first day of the annual black snow season, It is a routine [Prayer Day], and it is extremely grand. Whether it is a commoner or aristocrat, they will pray at home or under the sacrificial high platform with the temple priests to the great God of Light, bestow blessings and save all living beings from suffering.
On the top of a towering castle on Mount Dega, several envoys were busy building a huge spire to the highest point of the castle. fluttering.
"Hurry up, move quickly, the wires will be buried first." An energetic old man commanded beside him, it was Ibiza.
Several gods moved swiftly, pulling the wire down the groove on the ground.
"Old 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, you will know when the thunder and lightning come, no matter what, many of the concepts of lightning magic that this thing proposes, you know how to drill deeply, even if it is unsuccessful, it can barely be included in the three-star magic. .”
"That's not bad." The short and thin old man nodded, "This person should have a deep research on the power of lightning, and he knows how to use the latest plastic material as an insulator. It may be the work of 'Belo'. He has studied lightning for decades. Now is the time to be promoted to master."
Ibiza smiled lightly, but did not reply. Bei Luo was a good friend of the short and thin old man, so he naturally won the latter's favor. There are no fewer than three candidates. The only thing that makes him regret is that he asked several of his students two days ago, but they did not do it. Otherwise, he would have a bright face when this thing was born.
Boom~~!
At this time, there was a low muffled thunder in the sky.
Ibiza and the short and thin old man were stunned for a moment, their eyes shone brightly, and they immediately said: "Quickly prepare, everyone back away."
The envoys who were busy in front of this spire giant quickly finished the final finishing work, quickly retreated, followed Ibiza and the short and thin old man to leave here, and went to another tall building adjacent to it. Ibiza and the short and thin old man The old men put on a pair of binoculars covered with plastic protection, and looked up at the dark clouds above their heads. A heavy rain was coming soon.
At this time, a staff member of the temple sent some large oil umbrellas, ready to be used by several people when it rained.
Ibiza looked back and was startled, and hurriedly scolded: "Take this thing away, you want to kill us?"
The envoys who were standing with their hands down also noticed the mistake of the young temple employee, and when the latter looked dazed and nervous, they hurried forward and snatched the oil umbrella from his hand, throwing it viciously at the people behind him. In the corridor, the oil umbrella has a metal frame inside, which is easy to attract thunder. One of the angels scolded: "Bastard, you are blind, you dare to let us open an umbrella here when there is thunder, go get some sets!" Here comes the raincoat."
The young temple employee immediately realized the mistake he had made, his face turned pale with fright, his legs trembled, he agreed tremblingly, and hurriedly turned and ran away.
After a while, Ibiza and the others all changed into raincoats and stood on the floor.
Boom~~!
Thunder and lightning swam through the dark clouds, and lightning snakes flew through the sky, illuminating the gloomy world like daylight in an instant.
The short and thin old man stared closely at the giant spire on the opposite floor, and said in a low voice: "With the Thunder God Iron you arranged, when the thunder falls down later, it will definitely strike."
Ibiza hummed, squinting at the towering giant.
boom!
A thunder suddenly sounded.
The pressure in the air dropped and the humidity gradually increased. Seven or eight minutes later, Ibiza felt a cold nose, but a drop of disaster rain fell. He looked up at the sky, immediately put on the rain hat, and quietly wait.
Boom! !
A thick purple lightning flashed across the sky, as if rushing in anger, a purple lightning suddenly split from the middle, and fell down on the metal pole on the top of the giant minaret along the misty rain, a bright purple lightning Twisting around more than ten meters away from the crowd, it seemed that this giant spire was a magic hand, which captured the electric snake from the clouds and held it in its hand.
The pupils of Ibiza and others shrank slightly, and they only felt a slight tingling sensation on the skin and scalp, a layer of goose bumps arose all over the body, and the blood in the body couldn't help speeding up. This was not only shocked by the magnificent picture in front of them, but also It is also stimulated by the electrostatic magnetic field attached to lightning.
The lightning lingered on everyone's retinas for less than two seconds, then gradually disappeared, and the giant spire was still intact.
Ibiza and the short and thin old man raised their binoculars to watch, and found that the giant spire was not damaged at all, and the ground below it was also the same. They couldn't help but jump in their hearts, knowing that this magical work was a success!
boom!
Another bolt of lightning struck down, hitting the giant minaret and wrapping around the metal pole.
When the thunder disappeared, the ground remained unscathed.
At this time, the rain was getting heavier and the thunder and lightning were more fierce.
Boom~~!
When the thunder sounded, lightning was pulled down from the sky and hit the giant tower. Naturally, ordinary lightning rods could not have such a high lightning strike rate, but in order to verify the effect of this lightning rod, Ibiza arranged around the lightning rod A large number of thunder god irons are used to greatly increase the probability of thunder falling. At the same time, due to the huge wall inside the wall, it has some impact on the climate. The height of the cloud layer is generally lower than that outside the wall. This is also one of the main natural disasters of lightning inside the wall. for the sake.
In the continuous lightning strikes, the lightning rod was unscathed.
Ibiza and others watched the lightning flashing more than ten meters away at close range again and again. They were shocked at the beginning, and then gradually indulged in the magnificence of the 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 highest opera masters or musicians could not make them stand in the rain. It took a full three hours to watch it.
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In the castle.
The oil lamps on the wall were burning quietly, and the fragrant light warmed the whole hall. The windows were all closed, and the rain was pouring down from the windows. My legs and feet were a little sore, but I persisted secretly. Kaqi, Guinness, Lao Jin and others were sitting on the sofa, eating the newly bought fruit. Du Dian stood in front of a window, opened a gap slightly, and looked at the crystal rain outside. It is clean and bright, but when the rain falls, the stagnant water can be seen to be light black.
Of course, this is not all because the ground is too dirty.
"Master, are you cold?" Nicotine stepped forward and said respectfully.
Du Dian didn't look back, and said quietly: "Come here."
Nicotine was slightly taken aback, but still took a small step forward.
Du Dian said: "What did you see?"
Nicotine was stunned for a moment, looked out of the window, glanced a few times, and asked doubtfully, "Rain?"
"Where does the rain come from?"
"This, of course, came from the dark clouds."
"Where did the dark clouds come from?"
"Uh... this slave doesn't know."
Du Dian was slightly silent, seemed a little lost, and murmured in a low voice: "Have you ever thought about what it means for us humans to survive?"
Nicotine was slightly stunned, his eyes flickered, and he said: "This kind of philosophical question, the slave can't understand, the slave only knows that my meaning is to serve you well. Although I used to offend you and feel rebellious in my heart, but now I am older , I don't want to fight anymore, I hope you can trust me again, master."
Du Dian retracted his gaze and turned his head to look at him. The two looked at each other, and Nicotine's eyes were calm and full of sincerity. Du Dian withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Go and prepare the carriage for me, I'll go to the Ryan family."
"Yes." Nicotine said respectfully.
When Kaqi and the others heard that Du Dian was going out, Lao Jin even said, "I'll go with you too."
"Need not."
Kaqi peeled the fruit, and said casually: "I have been going to the Ryan family every night for the past few days, and I don't come back until dawn. Could it be that you have taken a fancy to a lady from the Ryan family?"
Du Dian glanced at him and said nothing. When Nicotine was ready for the carriage, he immediately put on his raincoat and got into the carriage.
Taking a carriage to a butcher's gate in a remote town, Du Dian bought a 200-jin iron-backed pig for two silver coins.
Just like last time, Du Dian asked the butcher to slaughter the iron-backed pig and let it bleed, then picked it up and put it in the carriage, then drove the carriage to the outskirts, and left the carriage in a small town inn near the fortress, and let the proprietress take good care of it. clean up. He himself dragged the iron-backed pig that had been left in the grass outside the town, and left quickly in the dark. After a while, he came to a remote place in the fortress. As he expected, it was raining and the patrol was on duty. It is relatively loose, and this fortress is remote, and the wildlings have never attacked here, resulting in a good number of garrison troops here.
Du Dian quickly turned over the fortress with the iron-backed pig on his back, without making a sound. The weight of two hundred catties was like a handy weapon to him, not heavy. go.
After a while, Du Dian came to the place where the little splitter was raised. He drilled into this desolate building, opened the hole covered by the branches on the ground, and jumped into the basement with the iron-backed pig on his back. The sleeping little Ripper.
When he landed, the little Ripper heard the movement, raised his head slightly, looked over, saw that it was Du Dian, and suddenly "squeaked" a few times, seemed a little excited, and rubbed the cage gently with the sickle arm, ding Clink.
Du Dian pulled out his dagger, cut off the trotter of the iron-backed pig, and threw it in through the gap in the tungsten steel cage. The sickle arm of the little splitter immediately swarmed up, and immediately cut a pig's hoof into seven or eight sections. , Pick it up from the ground with your mouth and eat it.
The dagger in Du Dian's hand is a dagger that kills monsters. Cutting the iron-backed pig is like tofu, easily dismembering its body, and throwing it into a cage to feed the little splitter. Now just a few days have passed, the carapace on the little splitter's body The color is slightly darker than before, but there is still a layer of unfaded nascent color on the carapace, which looks like uneven application of paint.
Du Dian has seen the little Ripper who was killed by himself before. The other party only took five days, and the color of the whole body has already become extremely deep. The carapace and sickle arm look very strong and hard, but this little Ripper is It's a bit miserable, four days have passed, not only has it not grown much in size, the color of its carapace has not completely changed, the main reason is that the food it eats is too nutritious.
"Little guy, be obedient. After I kill your mother in a few days, we can go outside the wall together, and I can let you enjoy a little freedom." Du Dian said to himself while throwing pork to it.
The little splitter quickly ate the pork that was 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 Ripper, Du Dian put on his raincoat and took off a small sachet hanging around his neck. Unlike other sachets, what was in it was not spices, but the dried plasma shell of the Ripper.
After leaving the basement, Du Dian returned to the wall by night.
After going back and forth several times, Du Dian was 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 in front of him, like a ghost.
Du Dian was stunned, looked intently, and couldn't help but startled, only to see that in the drizzle, the silhouettes of these black shadows were connected to each other, and they looked like dozens of figures. Holding a strange long stick weapon, he moved quietly in one direction.
Du Dian's heart skipped a beat, Savage? He quietly pushed aside the bushes, approached, and immediately saw the appearance of these people. They were tall or short, but their skin was dark and rough, just like people from remote small tribes in Western India in the old days, with animal tooth collars hanging around their necks. Holding a weapon inlaid with beast bones and wooden sticks in his hand, and a fine short knife on his waist, it seems a bit out of place.
When Du Dian saw these short knives, he suddenly thought of the short knives he picked up outside the wall last time, and his face changed slightly. He didn't expect that these short knives were really used by savages.
I saw that these savages didn't have raincoats on them, and they let the disaster rain fall on them without paying attention.
At this moment, these savages came to a steep cliff overgrown with weeds. The savages at the front pushed the weeds away and got in. The rest of them entered one by one. After the last person went in, he put the weeds back to their original positions , If he hadn't seen these people enter here with his own eyes, Du Dian estimated that he would not have noticed that there was a savage den here when he passed by.
He sniffed lightly. Although the rain diluted the smell, he could still smell a mixture of humans and beasts. He remembered this smell, turned around and quietly left here.
Although the people in the fortress have always hated the savages and regarded them as enemies outside the country, Du Dian didn't have a strong feeling. The only enemies in his eyes were monsters. If he didn't have enough benefits, he didn't want to provoke these savages. His intuition told He, the background of the savage is no worse than the military force in the fortress.