Chapter 28: Captain of the Mist

　　 The life of a demon is always the same.
　　 Avoid the wizard's hunting team, capture the wizard, and continue to avoid the wizard's hunting team.
　　 Occasionally in their leisure time, the old monsters will discuss the experience of cooking the flesh and blood of the wizard, the little monsters need to take care of their own wild monster group, and the female monsters like to gather together and gossip about the big monsters that cross the world.
　　 The name of the black ship is the Mist, and it is a battleship built by the Sea Monster King himself.
　　 Its captain, as a legend among the big monsters, often becomes the talk of the banshees.
　　 It is said that the captain is very young, a monster of the original species, born a real monster, and now he is less than a hundred years old, he has reached the peak of the great monster.
　　 It is said that he once drove a black ship to travel around the world in one day and killed 13 wizard hunting teams. The three great wizards who led the team never survived.
　　 It is said that he once went deep into the bottom of the sea on the night of the full moon, challenging the everlasting Sea-Monster King, and retired.
　　 There is even a legend that he once faced the president of the first university directly!
　　 Now, the legend is standing in front of Nikita.
　　Nikita narrowed his eyes, quietly looked at the tall figure with his back to him, and stopped beside the pillar.
　　 "Don't be shy, get closer and see clearly. What I let you see is allowed to you." The gentle voice continued, appearing very tolerant.
　　Nikita was taken aback for a moment, and then leaned forward gently.
　　 The first rule of the monster clan, facing the strong, you need to maintain respect and awe, and obey their will.
　　 There is a large table board against the bulkhead, supported by a few leaning woods, the table board looks very stable.
　　 On the side of the tabletop close to the bulkhead, there are a few black-painted earthen jars randomly placed, and a few smokes of different colors are swinging a few inches from the mouth of the can. On the outward side, an old leather scroll is spread out, with some complicated patterns outlined in dark gold and silver.
On the 　　 leather roll, a wooden plate was placed randomly. The style of the plate is very simple, the whole body is wrapped in dark purple lacquer, and a few complicated patterns are outlined with silver lines near the edge. Nikita vaguely feels that these patterns seem to have a magical style.
　　 eyes glanced over the earthen jar, leather rolls, and those complicated patterns, and finally landed on the plate.
There was a complete brain in the dish. Two jet-black sharp thorns were dexterously fiddled with the tiny folds on the brain, tapping them lightly from time to time, and then, in the trembling of the brain, a bunch of silvery white, The foggy thing seduced from above and was sucked into a pair of black lips in midair.
　　Nikita's gaze trembled.
　　 After her gaze fell on the cyan lips along the stream, she suddenly stagnated, and then quickly slipped. The corner of the eye can only glimpse the corner of the white robe.
　　 The magic text on this robe is also very particular. She pondered inwardly.
　　 "Memory is something more fascinating than power." The gentle voice revealed a deep sense of satisfaction.
　　Nikita knew he was talking about the silvery white mist just now.
　　 This is a very popular drink among high-level monsters, just like the drink that wizards like to drink.
　　 It’s just that this drink is not made by the elves with nectar and dew.
　　 This kind of drink is full of the noble and breath of monsters. It is brewed from the memory of the warm human brain stimulated by the evil spirit.
　　 This drink is called "memory".
　　 Memory is the aging of time.
　　 For wizards, nothing is more important than time. Their power is accumulated in time, their souls are sublimated in time, and memories leave the most precious essence in the scouring of time.
　　 These essences are the most fascinating enjoyment of high-level monsters.
"This brain is from a little wizard we just captured yesterday. It is very fresh and very rare. Especially the memory full of power and struggle is very sweet." The gentle voice exclaimed, quite a bit. Reluctant: "The brains of these wizards are becoming more and more rare nowadays, especially the little guys who have registered. It's a pity."
　　Nikita quickly took out a dark red clay pot and handed it forward respectfully:
　　 "This is the memory I brewed with the brains of many people. Although it doesn't have the mellow taste of a wizard, it is full of exotic customs. I hope you can accept it."
　　Taworites are a group of alien races, they recognize the orthodox status of the Wizarding League, and disdain demons. Therefore, their flesh and soul are often used as rare trophies for high-level monsters.
　　 "Don't be afraid, raise your head." The captain of the Mist took the pot and rubbed the protruding pattern on it, his voice full of joy.
　　Nikita raised his head and saw the dark blue lips, the tall nose on the lips, and the dark red, deep eyes.
　　 Just for an instant, she was indulged in those pure eyes, and the demonic energy all over her body stopped uncontrollably.
　　 The large amount of memories guarded by the evil spirit in his mind surged out like waves.
　　 All memories are repeating the same story.
　　 live.
　　 was born in the northern district of Beta Town. As a child of a juggler, Nikita knew the difficulty of survival since he was a child. When the wizard's children were playing in the town on broomsticks and flying swords, she could only take a look enviously, and then followed her parents into the dark silent forest to collect herbs and change time.
　　 When I was six years old, my parents left.
　　 One was pulled to the bottom of the river by a water ghost while wading through a silent river; another was swept to the top of the tree by gray vines when he broke into the silent forest.
　　 Silent Forest, at that time in her eyes was the embodiment of death.
　　 When she was a child, her impression of being alive was a small piece of black bread that the old juggler on the street gave her.
　　 A small piece of dark, hard bread.
　　The thin paws of the old juggler pinched her face.
　　 looked at her with tears and stuffed brown bread into her belly.
　　 It’s very hard to live.
　　 When she was fifteen, she received an acceptance letter from the first university.
She lived in the university dormitory, she didn’t have to listen to rats fighting in the narrow attic; she ate delicious meals, she didn’t have to venture into the Silent Forest for a piece of bread; she even had a lover, his green eyes, Always so clear and reliable.
　　 She began to fantasize about the future and life.
　　 In college, she is alive happily.
　　 Senior, with an internship mission, once again stepped into the Silent Forest. U U Reading www.uukａnshu.com
　　 She was attacked by a group of wild monsters.
　　 When the instructor rescued her, her eyes were already covered with blood.
　　 She told her tutor that I wanted to live.
　　The instructor said, then run, run far away, run out of the silent forest, and run to a place where there are no wizards.
　　 So she began to flee.
　　 The wizard’s hunting team is very scary. They can always find the monsters who are alone, or turn them into fly ash, or tie them up and take them to the dark unknown place.
　　 But what was even more terrifying was that she could no longer restrain herself and began to use wizards as food.
　　 can't go back again.
　　 But, she is still alive.
　　 Not long ago, the instructor brought a six or seven year old girl to find her.
　　 said, this child also wants to live.
　　 She nodded and took the child back to the Lich King's territory.
　　 The little girl hasn't transformed for a long time, always wandering in the stage of half wizard and half monster.
The old liches in the realm are ready to move and want to send this child to the test bed; the little liches in the realm are coveted and want to taste the little wizard; even her friends are staring with malicious eyes. they.
　　 So, she took the little girl and escaped again from the Lich King's territory.
　　 In order to survive.
　　 Now, she has boarded the ship.
　　……
　　 The captain blinked.
　　Nikita wakes up like a dream.
　　 She touched her face in horror, wet.
　　 There is sweat and tears.
　　 The captain looked at her gently, with a smile on his lips:
　　 "Every fallen wizard has experienced desperate struggles.
　　 Those cannibal blood is slowly pumped out of the crying heart. "