Chapter 163: dawn

Listening to Mogduogen's intermittent statement of the ins and outs of the whole thing, time has entered the night.
In the end, although the other party still had a lot to say, Guck had no patience to continue listening, because he had accumulated quite a few questions.
The blazing flames illuminated the top palace of Blackrock Castle, and Guk and Mogdzhogen sat face to face, silent with each other.
Liya, who has been at the scene for a long time, fainted. The shocking reality caused great damage to her mind, so that her body had to be forced into shock to ensure that she would not be scared to death.
Guk's thoughts were chaotic. He wasn't so good at thinking about Ok, just because he wanted to manage an entire kingdom, so he used his brain a little more than other guys.
It wasn't until the calves felt a little numb that Gook moved his body and whispered:
"and so……"
He paused for a moment, trying to organize the proper language.
"...Why did we ever use ancient holy wars to fight against undead? In this place?"
Mogzhogen nodded his head, agreeing with him.
Gook took a deep breath, causing the fire in front of him to light and dark, and then he raised his head and looked at the stars in the night.
"We are from above?"
"Yes."
"There are many, many things like this... planet?"
"Yes."
"Mogdzhogen, you said you have experienced all this, how long have you lived?"
Mogzhogen scratched his head and could not answer the question.
"long time."
"long time."
"Just you survived?"
"then."
"fighting."
"Bean sprouts."
"behind."
"Attack."
"What are bean sprouts? What do they look like?"
"Like shrimp."
"higher."
"Thinner."
"Cowardly."
Guk walked back and forth a few steps, and began to think about something. He was indeed a bit confused. If Mogduogen was telling the truth, then he would face a vast world, a dark and strange universe. .
He was very excited about this, but he had to confirm it before that.
"Take me!"
Suddenly, he stopped and lifted Mogdrogen from the ground.
"where?"
"You said, the thing that brought us here!"
"It's already."
"destroy."
"only."
"wreckage."
"Then take me, too, so I have to see it myself!"
"underground."
"Deep."
"Less nonsense, leave now!"
After talking, Gook took Mogdzhogen out of Blackstone, brought a large group of guards and joined the lively Batka, and went deeper in the direction of Mogdzhogen.
In another place, a boy waited in the dark.
The only light will only penetrate through the open observation window when they give him food. The light is so gentle that he will never blind him when he looks at the past.
After the observation window was closed, he found the food along the smell and touched to eat them. The light and food are the only references to time in his room. He keeps counting them both in his mind. He has eaten 132 times and has seen 132 times of light. Only six observation windows are opened but no food is introduced. This is in his It seems to have a special meaning.
There may be eyes peeping at him from there, maybe other meanings, maybe really meaningless.
He waited, either sleeping or exploring the dark margins. The ground, walls and roof were made of metal. Lines arranged by rivets outlined the boundaries of the plates that make up the floor. A total of 678 rivets, which he had touched I counted them several times, and I didn't miss one.
The door is hinged on the outside. There are no cracks or gaps in the narrow observation window seal. The room is a cube with twice its length on each side.
There are two very small fence openings on the roof. A slow inflow of air, with a thick oil and mechanical paste smell.
The other blocked the lighting, at least he guessed that these details never changed.
The only thing that changed was the singing of the surrounding wall. Sometimes the singing sound was a low rumbling sound, like a mechanical tremor, sometimes the surrounding wall fell into silence, sometimes they jittered like a ship board floating in the torrent.
Each song passed and passed away, sometimes as if it would last an era, and sometimes it quickly rose and fell.
The first time the song came, he thumped the door and shouted loudly. No one answered. Finally, he fell down on the floor tiredly. When he woke up again, the song had changed and he listened and waited.
After he had eaten 132 times, the singing of the surrounding walls had almost become a dependency of his life, but they are now silent, and the observation windows have been opened twenty times since their last singing.
He ate the latest bowl of food and fell into a deep sleep in silence.
However, when he woke up he was no longer alone.
A man was sitting against the opposite wall, a worn metal bowl and a candle stood beside his feet, a broken piece of bread lying in the bowl.
He was thin and covered with burning scars all over his skin. The white hair hangs around the neck, revealing a gray, stale old look. He looks tired, but still strong, as if he is an old knife that needs to sharpen the blade, but it is still sharp. He looks like those boys again. One of the most annoying teachers, he looked like he came from his home.
"Aren't you afraid?"
The man said, UU reading www.uukanshu.com his voice hoarse to show the damage to the vocal cords, then he raised his head and showed a wrinkled face, this man was unexpectedly older than the boy's grandfather.
The boy shook his head, not sure if the man was asking questions.
"Alert and agile."
He exhaled.
"You are a liar."
The boy said carefully.
"Maybe……,"
The man raised his eyebrows.
"...In a sense that it is indeed me."
"What do you want? Why am I here? Why did they send you here?"
"They want you to be something you can never think of..."
The man said softly:
"...And no one sent me. I came here because I wanted to confirm that my choice was right."
He looked at the boy and nodded.
"Still not afraid?"
"Not afraid."
The boy raised his head, and the first time a rebellion came out of his voice.
"Everyone is afraid of something."
"I won't give in!"
The boy snarled, and the man smiled, twitching near his temple under the pull of his skin.
"That's why I chose you."
The man raised a hand and rubbed his right eye, fluid light blue flames interlaced on his fingers.
"It's true, you won't be scared, but fear is good too-to make people alive, to make people focus, you have to know what you really need to be afraid of, and that is power.
The boy tried to scream, light blue flames poured into his eyebrows, and all his facial features bloomed in strange colors, as if his skull was full of those blue flames.
"You are qualified, Alex, as a member of the dawning bath."