The heavy snowfall indicates that the Ice and Snow Festival at the end of the year is approaching again. The citizens of the Emerald Territory took a break from work and began to prepare supplies for the festival.
Wealthy country people drove their own cattle and horse carts to the commercial streets of Jade Collar to experience rare shopping trips. Even poor people did not lack food and clothing. Men went out carrying logging axes or hunting bows, and women accompanied them.
The children knitted hemp and sewed clothes at home,
The soldiers on rotation took off their cold and heavy armor and put on gray fur military coats with advanced design concepts. They patrolled everywhere with weapons in hand to maintain public order. The soldiers on vacation used their salary to spend their rare
He spends his time focusing on his family, gathering with relatives and friends, and bragging about his military experience while drinking and drinking, winning admiration and admiration.
The atmosphere of the Ice and Snow Festival is getting more and more intense, and Noster Village in the easternmost part of the Emerald Territory is no exception.
Early in the morning, the village chief organized male villagers to build wooden platforms and bonfires on the main streets of the village. According to the lord's request, red and white festive cloth strips and copper bells were hung on the tallest pine trees, and they were lifted with shovels.
The snow on the roads was cleared one after another, they brought winter supplies to greet the orphans and widows in the village, and rehearsed the performances for the Ice and Snow Festival.
After a week of hard work, it was finally completed before nightfall on the seventh day.
However, on the eighth day, the village chief had to look at the mess while being pulled by his grimacing son with a blank look on his face.
The wooden stage floor used as a performance stage was dismantled into funny "trap boards" with neat gaps, and the festival tree hung with cloth strips was filled with frozen sheep cakes and became smelly.
The stone road that had been cleared of snow turned into a smooth skating rink. A dozen villagers who didn't pay attention fell on it early in the morning. A dozen bonfires were piled on the wooden platform that had not yet been lit. Pumpkin-sized objects were piled on them.
The ice head, the two inverted triangular ice hole eyes and the jagged mouth all show the evil of the creator himself.
"Father, it must be the evil mage who did it. He always likes to turn beautiful things into..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a 'snap' sound, and the icy sheep cake, which could not withstand the weight of the snow, slipped from the tree and rolled to the young man's feet.
The young man's face stiffened.
"Well, it's not that beautiful..."
The village chief's majestic beard began to tremble. Looking at the frustrated and angry villagers around him, the old man's eyes were full of anger.
To this day, he can no longer convince himself to continue to let that evil mage continue to harm his village.
In any case, there must be an explanation for this matter.
"Gale, gather the good people and bring the hard guys, we..."
Before the village chief could finish speaking, a man hiding his body under a black robe easily walked through the noisy crowd and walked to the village chief before other villagers could react.
"This matter will be taken over by us."
With his face covered, Dimaster showed the black and red metal emblem of [Night's Blade] to the elderly village chief. The village chief and his son Galle's eyes narrowed, and then their expressions changed drastically, and they knelt down directly.
On the ground.
Although the surrounding villagers didn't understand what was going on, they also knew that people who the village chief didn't dare to offend would be even more difficult to offend, so they hurriedly knelt down together.
Those who possess emblems, even the most noble Black Guard under Legion Commander Margaret, have no jurisdiction. There is always only one person in the Emerald Territory who can control the owners of these emblems.
It is an eternal dark existence whose true face has never been seen, a terrifying legend.
"Sir, you..."
"It concerns military secrets. The guarantee I can give you is that such a thing will not happen again in the village. Remember, don't ask too much and don't tell too much."
Hearing what the big shot said, the village chief, who lowered his head, breathed a sigh of relief.
"yes."
…
Near the village, on the mountainside at the northern foot of the Shuoyin Mountains, a small bonfire danced bravely into the night.
In front of the bonfire, Vega, who was wearing a mage's hat, proudly akimbo, leaned over and looked at the human village at the foot of the mountain that he was afraid of. He couldn't help but clapped his hands and danced, and the warlord's dark gauntlets made a "bang bang" sound. , as if celebrating the master's victory.
As a great master who pursues darkness and supreme magic, Veigar understands that his path will never end.
Only by allowing more humans to succumb to their own darkness and terror, and only by letting their evil become fearful legends on the continent of Valoran, can they be more similar to the dark tyrant.
Veigar has always believed that if he could really achieve the level of the Dark Tyrant, he would be able to completely get rid of the fear of the Dark Tyrant.
On top of this, he is pursuing more evil and dark forbidden spells.
only……
Veigar's waving little hand gradually lowered, facing the cool night wind on the cliff, the stiff Yodel sat on the ground hugging his knees and lowering his head, like a child who had done something wrong.
The wind became stronger and stronger, causing the brim of the hat to gently flap against the yordle's head.
"Did I do something wrong..."
I think back to the ewe that was frightened by me, the slugs in the vegetable field, and the beautiful pine trees that were covered with sheep dung using my magic...
Needless to say, the villagers who were tortured by his evil spells were not happy at this moment.
People's hard work was destroyed by themselves.
The Yodel felt ashamed of this, and just as he was about to reflect on his actions, a tearing pain came to his brain.
Mordekaiser's Netherplate Armor appeared in front of him again, and the hammer named [Nightfall] hit his head, and the violent and majestic voice echoed in his ears. For a moment, the desperate Veigar felt that he had returned to the invisible world again. In the magic dungeon, bound by the chains of forbidden magic in the dark depths, you live with loneliness and terror as your friend all day long. What you see and hear is all violence and cruelty.
"Prove that your curiosity about darkness will always be maintained, whether it is a hundred years or a thousand years, use your curiosity to prove that evil and cruelty can become spiritual food, forget your ridiculous Bandle City... start Well, don’t keep our yodel guests waiting too long.”
"You are afraid, little one. You should be afraid. Only by surrendering to fear can you win freedom..."
"Spread darkness and spread evil. This is your mission, Vega. Cut off all the heads of the weak to build a city of skulls, spread their blood, dig a scarlet river, and wait for my return..."
The tyrant's voice was very close at hand, as if the next moment he would be imprisoned in the dungeon again to face a hundred years of solitude. Vega's body shivered, tears of fear could not be stopped, and he locked his body helplessly, letting the evil
The voice unscrupulously invades every safe space of his, destroying his spiritual attachment to Bandle City and shattering his concepts of good and evil.
"The only thing that can fight against darkness is darkness, Vega, you have to believe in darkness!"
Gradually, the yordle's thoughts calmed down again. chapter
