Black Scepter Chapter 51: Dictator, soul and armor (five k words)

>"Krenzer?"

Morpheus raised his head and took the initiative to talk to the night elf beside him. The latter nodded and asked through the scholar’s ​​translation: "What's the matter? Lord of the night watchman."

"Oh, now I am neither the leader of the night watchman nor the lord, you can call me Morpheus." He leaned forward slightly, overlooking the dark black hole under his feet, and continued: "If I need to return to the ground, I can Take you down at any time, Sunderland has many things to do."

"Thank you for your kindness. If I can, I want to return now. My people are still waiting for me."

After walking out of the ground for a few days, Krenze saw something he had never seen in his life, the starry sky above him, the moon, the sun, the city of the great human shore, tall buildings, etc. These are the old guys. No clear miracle can be described in words, but even if these things are more impactful, in his heart, his own people are still the most important.

"How do you plan to tell your tribe after going back?"

"I see what I see, and the night elves have no political means of humans."

"What do you say, they will all believe it?"

Morpheus's eyes are still fixed on the abyss. The magic wand in his hand lightly tapped, and the elemental light bomb condensed and floated downward, eventually becoming a halo that disappeared from the field of vision.

This sentence made Krenze a little hesitant after understanding the translation, but eventually nodded and said: "Yes."

After listening to Morpheus, he said nothing. He turned and walked to the guard not far away and said a few words. The other side trot to the armory not far away, and then took a long bow.

This is the bow used by the long archers of the Hegel army. It is almost half longer than the short bow in Krenze’s hands. Although the workmanship is rough, the range is not as long as the larger pound short bow used by the elves, but the long bow The stability is much better than the traditional short bow of the elf. This is the difference in the level and type of production between humans and elves. Krenze looked at the long bow handed over by Morpheus and took it in doubt. The latter whispered: " This is evidence that you have been to the surface. If you like it, you don’t have to return it to me."

Morpheus didn't wait for him to say anything, took a step forward and stood on the edge of the black hole.

"Want to return now, then follow me."

Klenze, who was passive from beginning to end, looked at the black hole, and finally squeezed his long bow. Without hesitation, he left the scholar who was a translator and jumped down.

"It's really different from humans."

The Morpheus who leaped at the hapless scholar squinted slightly, thoughtfully.

Alantis is always the same temperature and the same humidity.

The darkness of the five fingers is illuminated by the wand of the Morpheus. Standing in the middle of this deserted city, he reached out and patted the earthy scholar, inadvertently said: "Although I am the deputy of the great consul Power to increase your salary, follow me without worrying about life danger."

The one-minute re-experience made the scholar’s ​​legs tremble, but at this moment he only nodded stubbornly and continued to perform his duties.

"Have you ever thought about leading your ethnic group out of the ground?"

Morpheus walked, Klenze with two bows behind him, answered this question after hearing this: "I am not a leader, the night elves need wise men, not opinion leaders, wise men can help them Answer the question, but the leader cannot take care of all the elves."

"Why should you take care of all the elves?"

Morpheus asked casually, without looking back.

"We are not humans. I can see that the people in this territory are suffering. Although most of them can't show it, I can see that they are not free to live." Krenzer stretched out while walking Bow to test its flexibility, "The elves are living well in the second world, maybe you sound a little contradictory, I have always opposed those elders' imprisonment to us, and they have always opposed their imprisonment to our minds, but when all When the elves are really facing the so-called choice, I can guarantee that most elves will still not leave the place where their generations live."

"Habits?"

"This is one of the reasons why humans can drive elves from the mainstream of the mainland. Some things cannot be removed from the bones, such as your human ambitions, such as the comfort or weakness of our elves."

Krenze didn’t hesitate to say these words, he clearly realized the difference between himself and human beings-even the hardest peasants are working hard to find a trace of happiness for their children, and The elf believed in fate, and even reached a point of near negativity.

"You are not suitable for the battlefield, indeed."

Morpheus, like Sunderland, had thought about making these night elves an army in their own territory, but now it seems like a joke-a bloodless person, even if it is urgent An army that silently waits for death cannot be called an army, it can only be a display, rather than being an honor guard.

"I understand that you want to get resources from us, but, traditionally, I should condemn your violence against the elders."

Kronze’s words always make Morpheus feel tangled-this is a contradiction between the elven tradition and Kronze’s own self-consciousness. Morpheus nodded helplessly and said, "I apologize."

A young man who might be powerful enough to wipe out the Brest family apologizes bowlessly. Krenze’s expression was a little surprised. Then he saw Morpheus Gujing Wubo’s face and finally sighed: "You and The humans I met are different."

He paused and continued: "If the Brest family no longer poses a threat to the elves, I think there are some things that can add some combat power to your territory and army."

It sounds like good news. Morpheus stopped and pointed to Brest Castle in the darkness not far away: "If the Brest family appears outside the castle, it will be taken care of by me." "

"Just yours?"

Krenze raised his eyebrows.

"One thing may be a bit misunderstood," Morpheus waved his wand a few times toward the sky, and said when the surroundings were suddenly illuminated by light: "There are many dictators in the human world, which is what you can see the most." "Upper class", they have one thing in common, they like to equate their personal power with the needs of the civilian group, and their identity with the civilian identity. What they say most is how "we" will express themselves in the name of civilians Claim rights and exclude dissidents."

"I used to do this unconsciously, but after seeing these things clearly, I learned to abandon this kind of thing, "night watchman" is an institution, its birth is both my power and demand, But I now find that many things do not need to equate'I' with'Nightwatch'."

"Dictator..."

Krenze was a little distracted. He turned to Brest Castle in the distance, and finally did not continue to say anything about this issue. Instead, he took up the longbow and said: "The night elf’s bow making level can improve this for you. Longbow, if you remove the threat of the Brest family for the people behind me, there will naturally be some excellent craftsmen willing to work for you and earn some—"

"Great salary."

Morpheus nodded, which would make the accuracy and lethality of the bow greater, which is indeed very beneficial to the army.

"I can only do so much, and I don’t guarantee how many artisans are willing to work for you."

At the end of Krenze’s remarks, more than a dozen spheres of light appeared above his head, floating at a height of nearly 100 meters to illuminate the nearby buildings for Morpheus.

"If the elves are willing to move to the first level of the world or the surface, I will still welcome them at any time."

The location of the Morpheus station is not far from the street that went to the second floor of the world, so he was very kind to say goodbye, and the night elf did not talk nonsense, turned around and jumped onto the eaves after a courtesy. , Disappeared into view after a few seconds.

The scholar who acted as a translator looked around with a daze, and finally looked at Morpheus.

"How many educational establishments does Lampard have?"

The assistant governor suddenly asked such a relatively unpopular question, but this is also suitable for the identity of this middle-aged scholar.

"A total of four cities provide public education places, most of them are nobles to solve by themselves, leaving few to the civilians."

"How many brothels are there?"

The next question of Morpheus made him a little overwhelmed, and he couldn’t speak.

After Klenze left, Morpheus walked all the way to the Brest family castle. His eyes occasionally swept the dark corners in the distance. When he saw that the scholar could not answer, he asked no more, but continued: " Whether a territory will flourish depends on the situation of these young people, whether their education is in place, and whether they are satisfied with their lives directly determines the level of development of this territory in a few decades."

"A territory where there are more brothels than colleges, who can guarantee that they will not be annexed after 20 years?"

As if talking to himself, Morpheus sighed. Even though he was a sixteen-year-old kid, Tang Jidi had taught him knowledge that many of his peers could not reach-such as the "He often recalls" Confessions".

He said this because he walked along the street, and those buildings with obvious characteristics of ancient Syca sent him some uncoverable messages-the development here was extremely prosperous, but in the end, it was extremely extreme. The gap between the rich and the poor is large in the “residential area” of the entire city, but the buildings are all low and dilapidated. In contrast, the core “elderly area” is not far away.

Morpheus was thinking about how to use these abandoned buildings, and unconsciously walked to the door of the elder district.

Looking up, the guard of the Brest family is looking at Morpheus and the ordinary man behind him with complicated eyes.

"If you have time, I want to talk to Phils."

Morpheus opened his arms to show no malice, and said softly: "There is a right to use Arantis."

Sicelin City has a common room that few people have noticed. The security here is not strictly guarded, but except for Morpheus, no outsiders are eligible to enter.

This is a wooden house in the corner of the castle. Compton is guarding here at this moment. After walking out of the ground from Morpheus and learning of his situation, he kept the big man here and made a simple mission statement.

For Compton, he has done similar tasks for many years, so he doesn’t care about boring or not.

But today, when a figure suddenly appeared in front of Compton, who had been speechless, his expression seemed to change a little for the first time.

Ashkandi-the woman who had let him get out of the hall of the Lord at the moment, stood in front of him at this moment, let Compton's eyebrows rise slightly, but the next moment, he did not raise his hand to block Or to say any nonsense, but gently let go, showing the wooden door behind Ashcandi in front of him.

This is a command from Morpheus.

Ashkandi, who was about to raise her hand, froze when she saw this scene. She knew why Compton, a command-only machine, was so easy to let go, and there were countless possibilities in her mind. But in the end she couldn't pick any other explanation-in the end she sneered and pushed inwardly with a cold expression.

No candles are needed to illuminate the room, because most of the items on the showcase are shining by themselves.

This is the legacy of Yi Zuer. Treasures worth more than one Principality are placed here and displayed quietly in front of the black eye Ashcandi. Scrolls, weapons, armor, crystal nuclei, Ashkandi pouted, without any salivation in his eyes-for a truly powerful person, the so-called foreign objects are indeed just foreign objects, and have no value.

However, she apparently did not come here, walking straight through the rows of wooden shelves, Ashkandi finally stopped in front of a set of black armor.

The black armor is heavy and abnormal, and the lines on it seem to have traces of rust, but when you look closely, you can see that this is intentional when portraying-because this magic pattern is not part of the "amplification system" commonly used by enchanters. Magic circle, but from the "soul grafting" in the black magic system.

When the Morpheus saw this armor in the showroom, the wooden sign explaining the danger of the armor was still hung on it-"made by Berkeley Gold and Meteorite, there are Dalian Jinshi Nemo, the enchanter Casablanca, Armor founder Hu Lin jointly casts, incorporating the remains and soul of Saladin’s first knight Saladin, and was judged by the referee to be “untouchable” magic equipment.”

"This armor has deprived the thirty-seven knights of reason and is a highly dangerous item."

Ashkandi glanced at the armor that was quietly displayed in the corner of the room.

The helmet of the black armor is shaped like a dragon head, sharp and lustrous and restrained. It looks deep and abnormal. The part that should have exposed the face of the knight cannot see the inside of the helmet, but a black mist that always exists.

Occasionally, it seems that you can see the flash of light in it.

"Fragile and vulnerable, but you have to use that little power left to save such a useless soul." Ashcandi sighed to himself, a single piece of armor would not make She caused any fear or caused any trouble, but the green eyes Ashcandi's fragments that condensed when Na's soul collapsed would consume unimaginable energy when she always remained in her body.

This may also be one of the reasons why the green eye Ashkandi was eventually replaced by the black eye, but today, when the war comes to an end, the black eye Ashcandi who is occupying the body at this moment is not willing to take such a " Burden" to hinder yourself.

The armor with "soul grafting" in the painting is like a bottomless hole, and any human wearing it will be affected by itself-the earliest this armor was created to make Caslandi the first knight Sa Latin's soul connects with the wearer and gains strength.

The people who made it are all famous people in the mainland, and they all have in-depth research on the topic of "soul". This armor did increase the strength of the wearer at first, but in any case, the final result of wearing is Become an extremely dangerous character-when wearing armor, it is violent and dangerous. Taking off the armor will become a wood-like zombie.

He raised his hand, and the dim halo appeared in Ashcandi’s palm. As a non-spiritual user, Ashcandi could only rely on her original powerful power to promote the separation of soul energy from her body. For ordinary i-class powerhouses, it is a fantasy, but it is easily cast at this moment-a light blue halo floats above her palm, and the current ruling night watchman squints. Look, then immediately raised his hand without mercy and pushed it into the dragon helmet!

"Om"

The strange sound made the whole ground tremble, the ball of light was suddenly swallowed by the black mist rising inside the helmet, and the metal wings decorated on both sides suddenly moved like a dragon with open wings. Come.

These vibrations ceased immediately, and the armor and helmet returned to calm at the same time, except for a trace of imperceptible fluctuations.

Ashkandi who was standing in front of it turned away and left without any trace of muddy water, even without a trace of extra gaze-pushed out the door and ignored Compton, who was still standing outside the door, disappeared In place.

"Kappa~IndoMTL.com~ The wooden door is lightly buckled up, and this humble room restores the previous tranquility.

Compton returned to his original position without looking back.

Inside the room, the dark armor changed again after the initial calm. The black smoke on the helmet's face suddenly emerged a skull-like cheek, and there were two in the hollow eye sockets. A strange red dot, and then the red dot began to expand like a jumping flame.

"Soul Devouring".

The light mass that had just been shot into the armor by Ashcandi appeared in front of the armor, and the face of the skull made of black mist opened the dark and seemingly bottomless mouth, as if to take a bit of the soul of Jeanna Swallow

But all this did not happen as expected.

A golden ray of light suddenly burst through the gap between the wooden doors.

Compton standing outside the door blinked and did not turn around.