"In the summer of the year 274 of the new calendar year of Mela, there were severe floods, fields were destroyed, and plagues abounded. In thirty-seven cities, taxes were not reduced but they were given away as gifts. Half of the food provided by the empire went into the hands of nobles. The nobles gave sawdust, sand and gravel.
The supply of food caused a commotion, which was subsequently suppressed. An inventory was carried out the following year, and it was found that 430,000 more slaves had been added to the thirty-seven cities, and the number of deaths was unknown..."
"In the 276th year of the Mela New Calendar, there was a severe drought in the Civita region. Seventeen cities were affected and no crops were harvested. The tribes of Civita asked the lord to delay the harvest, but they were refused. Those who were not slaves would rather flee than become slaves.
.The following year, the Civita area encountered an unprecedented number of beasts that had not been seen in decades.”
"In the year 277 of the New Calendar of Mera, there was a severe drought in Shaman. The lord had three years' surplus in his treasury and was unwilling to release relief, so he forced his subjects to voluntarily become slaves."
The snow monster paused and jumped in time: "In the year 570 of the Mera New Calendar, the Shaman poisonous fog caused 150,000 casualties. Because many nobles and nobles were involved in the incident, and most of the casualties were from foreign races, the matter was ultimately left unsolved.
."
"In the 571st year of the Mela New Calendar, there was the Shortland Plague. The lord beguiled the alien race to 'voluntarily' participate in the magic potion experiment, which caused backlash and corpse explosion, causing the plague to spread. Ten rooms of the Cat's Ears tribe were empty, Black Owl reported, and the army blocked it.
The truth was buried."
"Stop talking!" Royer yelled, his eyes red at the moment.
He is afraid of being shaken.
"Unbearable?" the snow monster asked, "I said, unlike you, I exist in the history you read, witnessing the disgusting vicious cycles repeated one after another. Solon is not the only one.
.The Theocracy, Sligo, Codzonn, Kraken, Elves... Haha, maybe there is no need to name them, because all races are like this, they are all like this!"
"Destruction has never been my first choice. In every era of darkness, there have been heroic deeds that made my heart surge. They are like the bright sun shining on the earth, dispelling the darkness and warming the scarred lives."
"Devic V and VII of Solon, Ratten of Sligo, Sir Niland, the Knights of the Eximus of Corderzon, Pope Laurent of the Theocracy... In addition, there are many, many more
, they strengthened their hearts in the darkness and added the final glory to the glory that had gone away."
Royer's body became weaker and weaker, and he saw his confused self on the knife surface dripping with rain.
The snow monster sighed, and unspeakable sadness appeared on its face as cold as stone.
"That was a miracle. The light they released echoed each other throughout the long history, engraved with the praise of their deeds in history books, and led the people to believe and look forward to the future. However, their light was so short in the long history. Moving forward
Behind, there is darkness.”
"The miracles they built have become capital for mediocrity, incompetence, and tyrants to squander. The creatures that rule this land remain unchanged, corrupt, selfish, and cruel!"
There was a rage in Royer's chest, and he shouted angrily: "So you want to bring disaster, and make the miserable people on this land even more desperate, cannibalized, and abandoned!"
"Assassinating Divek was one of the few times I did it out of impulse. The moment the spear was thrust out, I woke up from my obsession." The snow monster said, "If he dies, nothing will change. I have always known this fact.
But after comparing the option of releasing dip-dye... I chose to try it.”
"You were hesitating, and you are still hesitating now. That's why you chose to bring me here. You long for someone to stop your madness!"
The snow monster shook his head firmly.
"For hundreds of years, I have always held an unrealistic fantasy, thinking that this land will usher in self-reflection at some point, and the festering wounds will heal naturally." The snow monster laughed self-deprecatingly, "I was wrong,
Not at all!"
"What happened in the past is still happening now, and it will happen again in the future. No one really learns the lesson and wakes up in time. They just become numb and are lucky enough to think that the reckoning will always be tomorrow, or even never come at all."
"In the past, I was just like you, pitying these poor, defenseless, emaciated people, thinking that they should not fall into a more desperate situation, but I gradually realized..."
"Kindness cannot change the status quo." The snow monster said.
There was no trace of anger in his calm tone, and there was no light in his eyes as he looked into the distance.
Sects confuse people's minds, schools monopolize knowledge, nobles are greedy and shallow, and royal families are conservative and selfish...
The snow monster no longer has any hope for the future that can be seen if this era continues.
Over the hundreds of years, he has seen many miracles and lifted up the plummeting empire. In the end, he only added a few more memorable stories and heroes in the history books, but the reality has not changed.
The repeated disappointments made his heart numb.
"It is precisely because of the constant indecision that this land is like a pool of stagnant water." The snow monster took a deep breath, "The endless pain will come to a short end after today, and everything will be reborn."
Royer stood up. Although he was shaking, he found the persistence in his heart.
"I'll stop you."
He stepped back and held the knife, tenacity returning to his face again.
"This is stupid. You agree with me and understand me. When you walk in Mela, you see the same scene as me. The snake people at the foot of the snow-capped mountains on the west side of the Theocracy like to use poison as medicine. There is a saying in their tribe.'
Poison can kill people, but it can also save people'. The impregnated spirit is both poison and antidote!"
Royer remained silent, tilting the knife, pressing down his center of gravity, and his eyes full of murderous intent had already locked onto the snow monster.
"You don't understand, just like me when I found Yunyan, I still have a faint hope for this land." The snow monster turned his back to Royer and returned to the place, drew his spear, and gave his final advice in a serious voice, "Give up."
Well, the weak light can't illuminate all this. If you still raise your knife to block my way...you will die."
Snow suddenly fell in the pouring rain, and fine ice particles slapped Royer's face.
With the snow monster as the center of the circle, the ground began to freeze, and the bone-chilling chill snaked forward like a snake, causing everything to wither wherever it went.
With a speed comparable to the electric arc dancing in the dark clouds, Royer's sword light cut through the heavy rain curtain and reached the face of the snow monster with a shrill scream.
The skills that the sixth-level warrior had honed over a long period of time were brought into full play. The split wind and rain first stagnated in the air, and then were carried forward by the force of the sword.
This blow is enough to cut off the dragon's claws.
The snow monster did not move. The moment Roye took out the knife, he softly chanted obscure words. It was a magical sound that human vocal organs could not easily imitate. The speech was fast and steady, and the tone was ups and downs without any rules.
The wonderful rhythm stirred up the surrounding magic, and in the blink of an eye, the cold mist enveloped the snow monster's body.
The ruthless knife touched the thin layer of white mist, and all its power was quickly removed, as if it was swallowed by an invisible giant beast that could not be seen.
Another blow of the knife, the wind of the knife overturned the ground, bringing up the moist soil, and the mud-yellow "water line" was once again swallowed up by the white mist.
A boring, monotonous, and not gorgeous scene, this is a true portrayal of the battle between warriors and magicians.
Sirens are naturally innately connected to magic, and their ability to awaken, almost "speaking spirits," allows some of them to have more choices.
Martial arts have never been what Snow Monster is best at, magic is.
The snow monster standing behind the white mist closed his eyes: "The hope you long for is like a warrior, something that has been abandoned by the times."
"How many times have you practiced swinging your arms for this knife?"
"How much sweat have you put in for this moment?"
"The road is blocked, let's find another one."
Royer used all his strength to swing out two knives. His right hand was shaking at this moment. The force beyond his arm's endurance made him unable to hold the long knife that he relied on most.
Royer tore his coat into pieces and tied his hands and a knife to death.
No matter how hard you forge yourself, breaking through the physical limits is still out of reach. Being trapped by the times, if a warrior wants to cross that step, he can only overdraw himself.
Royer had already realized it, but the snow monster saw through everything.
The high-pitched chanting caused the rain to fall from the sky. A pair of giant hands solidified above Roye's head. While blood dripped from his right arm, he pressed down hard.
Royer, who was focusing on the front, had already reacted. He wanted to break the menacing seventh-level magic, but the white mist that suddenly hit him distracted him. The next second, he was knocked to the ground by the giant hand of flowing water.
,lose consciousness.
"You forgot, I am also a warrior." Facing the unconscious Roye, the snow monster put aside his arrogance for the first time, and there was a hint of admiration in his tone.
The snow monster restrained Roye with magic power, took out the medicine he carried with him, and applied it on his right arm.
Staring at Royer's calloused hands and his face that did not match his age, the snow monster felt a little disappointed.
The gap between magic and martial arts is getting wider and wider. When a warrior who has long been awakened tries to defeat a more powerful magician, his only choice is to burn himself and break through the limits of his body.
Even so, his life-threatening blow may still be defused by the magician using fancy but practical magic.
Level 6 is powerful enough, but it's not enough to deal with him.
The snow monster has no intention of killing Royer. There are not many people as stupid as him in this era.
"I wish you wouldn't be so stupid all the time..."
Leaving the magic messenger behind to deliver the final message, the snow monster walked to the seaside and dived in without hesitation.
The snow monster's legs were close together, and the water elements filling the surroundings quickly rushed towards him. In the soft chanting, the huge snake tail replaced the lower body of the snow monster. He swung his tail vigorously, stirring the sea water, all the way towards the dark and cold place.
Move forward under the sea.
There has been no intelligent life activity in this area for hundreds of years, and it is completely silent.
I occasionally saw a few small fish, their eyes were dull, and their body movements were slow and sluggish - they did not become the source of pollution, but the contamination did affect them.
Without the need for lighting magic, his racial talent allowed him to quickly locate the giant thing standing quietly on the seabed after diving quickly.
It takes not only courage to get close, but a strong uneasiness that takes over the heart of the snow monster the moment it comes into view. It is a kind of fear that makes people want to roar and release it. It does not come from the dark and deep environment, but from the dark and deep environment.
From "it".
Half submerged in the sea mud, it maintained a posture similar to half-kneeling. Through the translucent dark purple spindle-shaped head, the snow monster endured the discomfort and confirmed the strange light spots that flashed rhythmically.
Dyeing is in it.
Having confirmed the basic operating mode of the carrier that maintains its existence, the snow monster raised his hand and the magic power surged. His movements froze for a moment, but the next second...
The snow monster decisively pulls the pure water elements from all directions to gather around the body. The waves set off by the surging magic power sweep away the sea mud that covered the giant thing. This dark land that has not been cared for by high-concentration magic power for hundreds of years is ushered in.
There was a "storm."
The light spots beat rapidly, and the quiet dark purple light gradually became dazzling.
Like a shark that smelled blood, "it" slowly raised its head - or rather, its upper body.
The huge spindle-shaped head flashed with purple light, and an invisible vortex formed instantly, and the omnipresent magic power was pulled in and swallowed up.
Following the magic power of the snow monster, the crystal giant stood up. The broken magic crystal mirror that had not seen any signs of wear after a long time reflected the snow monsters one after another, just like the LCD TV counter in a supermarket hypermarket - if this was not the deep sea, maybe
It will be more like.
This weird and terrifying scene did not make the snow monster flinch. Like Roye who risked his life with a knife, he had already realized it.
"Come on...come with me."
"For this suffocating and closed-off era, exchange for the next glorious possibility."