Monarch of Evernight: A new day

bsp;The long whistle echoed over Darkblood City, announcing the arrival of a new day. Although the night has passed, dawn still struggles under the horizon. There is no morning light in the Evernight Continent in the dark season.

In the gray morning light, Qianye was wrapped in an earth-yellow adventurer's cloak. At his feet was a steam pipe more than ten meters above the ground, overlooking the Dark Blood City, which was already fully awake.

This city seemed to have healed its wounds in one night. Except for the continuous flow of people under the tall towers that had been sparse, everything was orderly and calm as before. Everyone started their own similar but different day, doing whatever they had to do, and the smell of joy, debauchery and indulgence permeated every block.

Last night seemed like an all too real nightmare. Qianye was a little uncomfortable with what he saw in front of him.

Only the trauma left by the fierce battle in the city still exists, and the ruins silently record everything that happened. The battlefield between White Dragon Armor, William, and the Human-Faced Spider Demon was the most brutal. Not a single intact house in the entire block, including the bungalow where Qianye first hid, had been turned into rubble. Looking from a distance, one can see the violent collision, explosion, and turbulence of the Force from the direction of the building's collapse.

Small-scale encounters seemed to have broken out in several other places in the city, but the extent was only similar to what Qianye experienced. In addition to the need for repairs on the street surface, perhaps more passers-by could completely erase the traces of blood. .

Many people spontaneously gathered on the ruins and continued to clean up the corpses.

On the one hand, people clean up corpses to prevent the spread of plague. Dark races have many kinds of high-intensity plagues, which can be spread with the help of rotting corpses. On the other hand, these people are also after the property of the deceased. This is an unspoken rule on the Evernight Continent. Whoever cleans up the body of the ownerless deceased will own the property on the body.

It was under this unspoken rule that the ruins were cleared extremely quickly, and people distributed the harvest with an unspoken tacit understanding, so the scene was not chaotic. There were even many first-level soldiers who joined the cleaning process. The physical fitness of the first-level soldiers was much stronger than that of ordinary people. A thick metal bracket that could be carried by one person could be lifted away by three or five people in one breath.

On the outskirts of the almost razed block, there were still a few formally dressed people, holding up odd-style platforms and writing and drawing on drawings. These people are all local representatives of major companies or consortiums. After the ruins are cleared, the land will need to be rebuilt, and it will be a big business by then. Fortunately, it is a no-nonsense zone, and there are not many various pipeline networks passing through it, so the infrastructure aftermath work is relatively easy.

This is the Evernight Continent, this is the Dark Blood City. It is like an ugly monster that has no one to take care of it, abandoned in a harsh environment, but still alive and kicking. Even if it is injured, it will try to heal with its own life force, because no one will help it.

Qianye turned his attention to the north area. After passing through a pile of roofs ranging from variegated to neat, the large blue-gray building was the expeditionary army camp. Qianye suddenly smiled silently, and the wrinkles on his carefully calm face became deeper. Unexpectedly, Wei Potian, who was as nervous as a steam pipe, could recognize him. It was a pity that those debts seemed to have not been collected yet.

After watching for a while, Qianye discovered that there did not seem to be as many expeditionary troops in the city as he had imagined, and the patrols did not seem to have different numbers. He found a secluded corner and jumped to the ground. He walked leisurely towards a nearby ruins and casually chatted with a few people who were resting after clearing a pile of ruins. Only then did he find out that early this morning, the soldiers who had previously sent reinforcements The expeditionary force withdrew quietly.

Maybe it has something to do with the battle last night? Is there any result? Qianye thought about it and asked a few more questions casually.

As a result, the man who talked a lot said nonchalantly, who cares about what happened last night? The one who dies is considered unlucky.

Qianye thought about it carefully and realized the helplessness and open-mindedness in this sentence.

A battle like last night's level has far exceeded the scope of ordinary people's influence, and even far exceeded the scope of Qianye's level of ability. When big figures like Bai Longjia, William, or even higher-level figures appear, ordinary people can only quietly wait for their fate to be pronounced.

Under normal circumstances, these big shots are not in the mood to deal with ants like them, but if they are unfortunately involved, it will be impossible to escape. Therefore, for them, living well in the present is the most important thing. Thinking too much about things beyond their control is just asking for trouble in vain.

The same is true for Darkblood City. After a night of suffering, it regained its vitality at dawn. Perhaps this is the tenacity possessed by human beings that finally escaped the fate of domestic animals. Qianye seemed to have seen an unknown side of Yongye Continent.

Today is an unexpectedly bright day. The sun breaks away from the entanglement of the upper continent and shines sunshine on 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 the day's activities.

Qianye walked into the hunter's house. The second master seemed to be in a good mood. He was basking in the sun in the courtyard. There was a purple sand wine jar and several plates of snacks on the side table.

The second master saw Qianye and beckoned: "Drink a few drinks with me, an old man, and listen to my chatter. Consider it your respect for the old man!"

Qianye nodded silently and sat down on the other side.

The second master watched Qianye pour the wine for him, and suddenly took out a silver flask from his arms and said, "Add a little more of this, it will be no worse than your own brew."

Qianye took it without any hesitation, poured out some of the strong-smelling liquid, then took a big sip, held his breath for a moment and then said: "It's not bad." Qianye didn't seem to notice that the second master was paying careful attention from beginning to end. In response, his face became slightly relaxed at this time.

"Were you also involved in last night's battle?" The second master suddenly asked.

Qianye thought for a while and suddenly realized that the eagle strike last night was a strike that exerted its full power. Experts can naturally distinguish its unique sound line, and the entire Dark Blood City The number of eagle strikes can be counted on one hand.

The second master didn’t wait for Qianye’s answer. He smiled and said, “I heard from Lao Yi that you have sold a lot of good stuff recently, especially those fangs of the blood warriors. They are not ordinary. Vampire. Also, you bought something amazing."

"I have some experience in dealing with vampires."

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 solidified , there can be no more changes. But you are different. For you, every day is new, full of possibilities of change and new hope. This is the difference between young people and old people."

Qianye listened quietly. There was a sense of vicissitudes and heaviness in Erye’s voice, but he was not quite able to understand its meaning.

"You know what's been a common theme in every war since the Dawn War?"

Faced with this sudden question, Qianye felt a little surprised. It was so clear to him that there was no need to discuss it so solemnly. The theme of war is killing. Killing the enemy in the fastest, most direct and most efficient way is war.

"It's a sacrifice." The second master gave an answer that Qianye had never thought of.

"Sacrifice?" Qianye didn't understand. Every war will have sacrifices, and it is as natural as the passing of time.

"Sacrifice is not just death, but also change. Some people sacrificed their time, some sacrificed their lives, and some sacrificed their destiny. Their lives were changed because of the war. Just like this city, see It looks very happy and prosperous when you go up there, but if you keep sitting here, as time goes by, you will find that there will be fewer old faces and many new faces will be added."

Qianye suddenly thought of his former comrades.

The death of every comrade-in-arms will place an additional responsibility on Qianye's heart. Now he has already experienced the state of mind of killing the dark race to the death when he sees it. Just to avenge his former comrades, Qianye would have to kill countless warriors of the dark race. And if he is still in Red Scorpion, then one day he will also become the responsibility and burden of other comrades.

The second master said at this time: "Actually, it's not just humans who are sacrificing. Dark races are also sacrificing."

This is an argument Qianye has never heard before. From the time he was sensible, he had been taught that dark races are inherently cruel and cruel, and regard humans as food. Every dark race is synonymous with filth, putridity and blood. All in all, there are no good adjectives that can be associated with the dark race.

Can the dark race also use such a noble word as sacrifice?

But the second master did not continue on this topic. He drank all the wine in the glass and said: "This world is not just eternal night and dawn. It also has a vast middle zone, where there are not only Gray, there are many other colors. Try to look at other colors, maybe you can also see the seven-color rainbow light. It is not a good habit to pull the trigger, it will make you miss a lot of things. "

At this time, a hunter came to hand over the task. The second master got up and entered the house, but the last words he left left Qianye thinking about it for a long time. However, Qianye still doesn't quite understand. In his opinion, the world is both complex and simple. If you encounter a dark race, you must kill it. This is the simplest truth.

When the second master left, he left some good news. The Heavenly Snake releases the wind and wants to reconcile with Qianye. This incident itself was not too unexpected. The shot fired by Eagle Strike at Kilometers must have left a deep impression on him, but Qianye's original plan did not include the word reconciliation. Since the other party has given the initiative, he can take some time to think about it.

At this time, the sky was getting dark. In the dark season of the Evernight Continent, the days are always so short. After Qianye left the hunter's house, he was walking aimlessly. Suddenly he looked up and found that he was already standing at Yu Yingnan's door.

Qianye didn’t know how he got here. The purple clay jar was filled with grain wine. The one brewed by Er Ye was much sweeter than the ones on the market. Coupled with the additives in the silver pot, it went into his throat like a ball of fire. Burning, but extremely powerful. At this time, he was a little dizzy, some of his thoughts became sluggish, but some instincts reacted more directly and quickly.

Qianye pushed open the closed brown door in front of him. He had the impression that Yu Yingnan's house was never locked.

Alcohol made him a little reckless and bold. Of course, the more important thing was that Qianye didn't feel any danger here.

But that was clearly not the case tonight.

A bare foot suddenly flew out of the darkness and swept towards Qianye's head and face.

PS: Every part of my business trip this week was accompanied by the word "late". I am the only one who made the appointment with you on time. Thank you all for your support!