Vol 3 Chapter 51: Dictator, soul and armor (five k words)

> "Krenze?"
Murphy raised his head and for the first time talked 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 Murphy." He leaned forward slightly, overlooking the dark black hole under his feet, and continued: "If I need to return to the ground, I can always Sunderland has a lot of things to do to take you down."
"Thank you for your kindness. If I can, I want to return now. My people are still waiting for me."
For a few days after walking out of the ground, Krenze saw something that 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., which are all the old guys can’t use language Describe the miracle clearly, but even if these things are more impactful, in his heart, his own people are still the most important.
"After going back, what are you going to tell your people?"
"What I see, I will say anything. Night elves have no, nor will there be human political means."
"What do you say, they will all believe it?"
Murphy's gaze was still fixed on the abyss, the wand in his hand lightly tapped, and the elemental light flare condensed and floated downward, eventually becoming the 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 hearing nothing, Murphy said nothing. He turned 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 stability of the long bow It is much better than the traditional short bow of the elves. This is the difference in the level and type of crafting between humans and elves. Krenze looked at the long bow handed over by Murphy, and took it in doubt. The latter whispered: "This is The evidence that you have been to the surface, if you like it, you don’t have to pay me back."
Murphy didn't wait for him to say anything, took a step forward and stood on the edge of the black hole.
"If you want to return now, then follow me."
Klenze, who was passive from start to finish, looked at the bottomless black hole, and finally squeezed his longbow, leaving the scholar who was a translator without hesitation and leaped down.
"It's really different from humans."
Murphy squinted slightly, dragging the hapless scholar down, thoughtfully.
Atlantis is always the same temperature and the same humidity.
The darkness with his fingers outstretched was illuminated by Murphy's wand. Standing in the middle of this deserted city, he reached out and patted the earthy scholar, inadvertently saying: "Although I am the deputy of the great consul, I still have power. Increase your salary and follow me without worrying about your life."
The one-minute 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?"
Murphy stepped forward, followed by Krenzer with two bows. Hearing this question, he replied: "I am not a leader. The night elves need wise men, not opinion leaders. The wise men can answer them. Question, but the leader cannot take care of all the elves."
"Why should you take care of all the elves?"
Murphy asked casually, without looking back.
"We are not human beings. I can see that the people of this territory are suffering. Although most of them can't show it, I can see that they are not free to live." Krenzer tried to reach out with his long bow while walking Its flexibility, "The elves live very well in the second world. Perhaps you sound a little contradictory. I have always opposed the imprisonment of the elders to us, and they have always opposed their imprisonment of our thoughts, but when all elves are really When faced with so-called choices, I can guarantee that most elves will still not leave where they lived for generations."
"habit?"
"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 and the ease or weakness of our elves."
Krenze did not hesitate to speak these words. He clearly recognized the difference between himself and humans-even the hardest peasants are working hard to find a trace of happiness for their children, but the elves believe Destiny has even reached a point of near negativity.
"You are not suitable for the battlefield, indeed."
Murphy, like Sunderland, had thought about making these night elves an army in his own territory, but now it seems like a joke-a bloodless person, even if it is urgent, it can only be silent. The army waiting for death cannot be called an army, it can only be a decoration, it is better to be an honor guard.
"I understand that you want to get resources from us, but, traditionally, I should condemn your violence against the elders."
Krenze's words always made Murphy feel tangled-this is a contradiction between the elven tradition and Kronze's own self-consciousness. Murphy nodded helplessly and said, "I apologize."
A young man who might be powerful enough to destroy the Brest family apologized and bowed his head without a frame. Krenzer's expression was a little surprised at first, and then he saw the face of Murphy Gujing, and finally sighed: "You and me The humans I met were different."
He paused and continued: "If the Brest family no longer poses a threat to the elves, I think there are things that can add a little combat power to your territory and army."
Sounds like good news. Murphy stopped and pointed to Brest Castle in the darkness not far away: "If the Brest family appears outside the castle, they will be taken care of by me."
"Just yours?"
Kerenze raised his eyebrows.
"One thing might be a bit misunderstood," Murphy 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, the so-called'superiors you can see most ', they have one thing in common, they like to equate their personal power with the needs of civilian groups, and their identity as a civilian identity. What they say most is how'we' will express their rights in the name of civilians Appeal and exclude dissidents."
"I used to do this unconsciously before, 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 am now Found that many things do not need to equate'I' and'Night Watcher'."
"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 picked up the longbow and said: "The night elf’s bow making level can improve this longbow for you. 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."
Murphy nodded, making the accuracy and lethality of the bow greater, and it was indeed of great benefit to the army.
"I can only do so much, and how many artisans are willing to work for you, I don't guarantee."
When Krenze finished speaking, more than a dozen light had appeared above his head, floating at a height of nearly 100 meters to illuminate the nearby buildings for Murphys.
"If the elves are willing to move to the first level of the world or the surface, I still welcome them at any time."
The location of Murphys Station was not far from the street that was going 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 ceremony After a few seconds disappeared into view.
The scholar who acted as a translator looked around in a daze, and finally looked at Murphys.
"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 venues, most of which are resolved by the nobles themselves, leaving few civilians."
"How many brothels are there?"
Murphy's next question made him a little overwhelmed, and he was speechless.
After Klenze left, Murphy 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: "Look Whether a territory will flourish depends on the situation of those 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 with more brothels than colleges, who can guarantee that it will not be annexed after 20 years?"
As if talking to himself, Murphy sighed. Even though he was a sixteen-year-old, Tang Jidi had taught him knowledge that many of his peers could not reach-such as "Confessions" that he often recalled. record".
He said this because he walked along the street, and those buildings with obvious characteristics of ancient Siga sent him some uncoverable messages-the development here was extremely prosperous, but in the end, it was towards the extreme gap between rich and poor. The "residential area" of the entire city is large, but the buildings are all low and dilapidated. In contrast, the core "elderly area" not far away, the difference between the height and the exquisiteness of the building has already explained everything.
Murphy figured out how to use these abandoned buildings in his heart, and unknowingly walked to the door of the elder district.
Looking up, the guard of the Brest family is looking at Murphys and the ordinary man behind him with complicated eyes.
"If you have time, I want to talk to Phils."
Murphy opened his arms to show no malice and whispered: "There is a right to use Arantis."
There is an ordinary room in Sisrin that few people have noticed. The security here is not strictly guarded, but no one outside is eligible to enter except Murphy.
This is a wooden house in the corner of the castle. Compton is guarding here at the moment. After getting out of the ground and learning of his situation from Murphys, he kept the big man here and made a simple task.
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.
Ashcandi-the woman who had let him get out of the lobby of the Lord at the moment, stood in front of him at this moment, raising Compton's eyebrows slightly, but the next moment, he did not raise his hand to block or say anything Nonsense, but gently let go, showing the wooden door behind Ashcandi in front of him.
This is Murphy's order.
Ashcandy, who had already raised her hand, froze when she saw this scene. She was very clear why Compton, a machine that only executes commands, let it go so easily, and there were countless possibilities in her mind. She couldn't pick any other explanations-in the end she sneered and pushed the door indifferently.
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 Yizuer. Treasures worth more than a Principality are placed here and displayed quietly in front of Ashkandi. 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.
But she was obviously not 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" circle used by enchanters. It comes from the "soul grafting" in the black magic system.
When Murphy saw the armor in the showroom, the wooden sign indicating the danger of the armor was still hung on it-"made by Berkeley Gold and Meteorite, there are Dalian Jinshi Nemo, Enchanter Casablanca, armor Founder Hu Lin joined the casting and integrated the remains and soul of Saladin's first knight Saladin, and was judged as a "untouchable" magic equipment by the referee."
"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, and it looks deep and abnormal. The part that should have exposed the face of the knight can't see the inside of the helmet, but a black mist that always exists.
Occasionally, it seems to be able to 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." Ashkandi sighed to herself, a single piece of armor would not let her produce any Fear or cause any trouble, but the green eyes Ashcandi's fragments that condensed when she let Na's soul fall apart will consume unimaginable energy when she always remains 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 this war comes to an end, the black eye Ashcandi who is occupying the body at this moment is not willing to carry such a "burden" Hinder yourself.
The painting has a "soul grafting" armor like a bottomless hole, and any human wearing it will be affected by itself-the earliest this armor was created to want to let the soul of Saladin, the first knight of Caslandi, through the magic circle Connect with the wearer and get a strength increase.
The people who made it are famous people from the mainland, and they all have in-depth research on the topic of "soul". This armor did indeed increase the wearer's strength at first, but in any case, the final result of wearing it became an extreme. Dangerous character-When wearing armor, it is violent and dangerous. Taking off the armor will become a wood-like zombie.
Raising his hand, the dim halo appeared in Ashcandi's palm. As a non-spiritual user, Ashcandi could only rely on her original strong power to promote the separation of soul energy from her body. This is for ordinary i For the strong, they are all fantasy, but they are easily cast at this moment-the light blue halo floats above her palm, and the ruthless night watchman’s current chief consulate squinted, then immediately Raising his hands without mercy 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.
Immediately after this vibration stopped, the armor and helmet returned to calm at the same time, and only a trace of imperceptible fluctuations dissipated.
Ashcandi, who stood in front of it, turned and left without a trace of muddy water, and even a trace of extra eyes didn't stop-pushed out the door, and ignored Compton, who was still standing outside the door, disappeared in place. .
"Ka~EbookFREE.me~ The wooden door buckled lightly, and this humble room restored its former tranquility.
Compton returned to his original position without looking back.
In the interior of the room, the dark armor changed again after the initial calm. The black smoke on the face of the helmet suddenly showed a skull-like cheek, and there were two strange ones in the hollow eye sockets. The 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 skeleton made of black mist opened the dark and seemingly bottomless mouth, as if to take a bite to swallow Na's soul
But all this did not happen as expected.
A golden light suddenly bloomed, and through the gap of the wooden door in an instant.
Compton, who stood outside the door, blinked and did not turn around.