The Chronicle of Zerbister Continent records: Around 300 years before the first year of Yaoli, the world changed, beasts and monsters appeared, and the Dark Age began.
Trollocs - bloodthirsty creatures that absolutely do not exist on Earth.
Troll monsters feed on essence and have no wisdom or thought. They only have the instinct to hunt. Troll monsters are powerful and cannot be defeated by human beings. Top-level monsters have the power to destroy the world. In front of them, human beings are like
The birth of ants and beast monsters is a mystery, and their numbers are staggering. They pass by like locusts crossing the border, madly sweeping away human cities one after another...
At a time when mankind was at risk, the great hero Zerbister emerged. Under Zerbist's guidance, mankind found a way to fight against the beast monsters. In the end, Zerbist opened up space at the cost of his life,
The top beast demon sealed it...
This is the end of the Dark Ages, which lasted for more than 300 years.
The people who survived named the continent Zerbister Continent starting from the day when Zerbister was sealed as a demon, and it was fixed in the first year of Yaoli.
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After the end of the Dark Ages, beast monsters were no longer a threat, and the struggle for power within humans became more intense. After more than 1,900 years of chaos, the world finally ushered in a period of relative peace.
More than 500 years of desperate desert monster craze, the brief rise of the grassland empire Amalia more than 100 years ago, the coup of the Northern Frost Empire 30 years ago, the rebellion of the "War Sword" Yefeng of the Southern Flame Empire 14 years ago... Although various events have a great impact, they are related to
Compared with the catastrophe in the darkness and the bloodshed in the era of chaos, it is still nothing worth mentioning.
Scholars refer to this relatively benign era as the New Era, counting from the days when the two great empires were founded, Northern Frost and Southern Flame. So far, it has lasted for more than a thousand years.
The long period of peace and tranquility has made mankind almost forget the word disaster.
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Zerbister Continent, Year 2994.
North, Northern Frost Empire, Blackstone Mountains, late winter.
In the snow and wind that filled the sky, a figure was walking deep into the mountain. Wherever the wind and snow passed, the footprints were instantly covered.
In such a cold weather, even a thick fur coat would be pierced by the cold wind. But the man was only wearing an animal skin hoodie symbolically, and his thin underwear was lifted by the cold wind, exposing his bronzed firmness.
I can't seem to feel the slightest chill in my chest.
In front of a huge exposed rock wall, the man stopped and let out a faint sigh.
"Hongye, I'm sorry...the wind and snow are too heavy. Today, I'm late..."
The man had white hair, a hooked nose, and an old face, but his black eyes were as sharp and lively as those of an eagle.
The old man skillfully cleaned the weeds in the cracks of the rock wall, and even some small stones were patiently picked out...
Suddenly, the old man stopped, as if he had stepped on something.
"The carcass of a beast?"
The old man frowned and brushed away the snow with his feet.
"This is……"
The old man bent down and pulled a body out of the snow.
It was a person, a naked black-haired boy.
The body was frozen, there was a blood hole in the chest, and the surrounding blood had coagulated.
There was a hint of anger in the old man's eyes.
What kind of bastard dared to dump the body in front of Hongye's grave.
He has no obligation to collect corpses for others, but he must not allow unclean things to exist nearby.
The old man carried the young man's body and climbed over two hills to a cliff. He was about to throw the young man down, but stopped dead in his tracks the moment he threw it.
This man is still breathing!!
Although the breath was very weak and the frequency was very slow, the old man could really feel it.
The old man was surprised and put the young man down.
"Pfft!"
After carefully looking at the blood hole, the old man inserted two fingers along the blood hole, stirred it, and pulled out a yellow metal pellet.
The old man held it between his fingers and looked at it carefully. He flattened the projectile and then rounded it.
Very strong, strange hidden weapon.
Suddenly, the old man's pupils suddenly tightened.
Just after he took out the strange metal, some flesh sprouts suddenly appeared on the edge of the blood hole on the young man's body. A little bit of squirming and entanglement... The young man's wounds were slowly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, except for a few blood stains on the skin, let alone blood holes, not even a scar could be seen.
The old man had always been very confident about his eyesight, but he still couldn't help but rub his eyes vigorously.
The old man looked at the metal projectile in his hand, looked at the boy's body, and pinched his cheek hard, trying to determine whether he was hallucinating.
However, the old man's astonishment did not stop there.
Just when the old man wondered whether he was hallucinating, the boy's heartbeat started to beat again, and it became stronger and stronger. The meridians on his arms gradually appeared clearly, and the blood in his blood vessels began to flow gurglingly...
This man is actually alive!!!!
The old man stared blankly at the guy who had come back to life in front of him, his mind going blank.
After being silent for a long time, the old man suddenly trembled, as if he suddenly thought of something. When he looked at the young man, he looked more and more excited and excited...
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In a dark room, the walls were covered with animal furs. In the corner were two wooden barrels containing animal blood. Knives and iron hooks were scattered on a large chopping board in the center of the room.
"Bang!"
The door was kicked open, and the old man strode in. He pushed the utensils on the chopping board away and laid the young man flat on the chopping board.
Then, the old man closed the door tightly, picked up a boning knife from the ground, and looked at the young man with burning eyes...
"Shua——"
The boy's thigh was slashed so deeply that the bone was visible.
Blood flowed out gurglingly, and the skin and flesh from the knife edge turned outwards, which was hideous and terrifying.
However, as time goes by, the knife edge gradually closes, as if someone is closing the zipper at an extremely slow speed...
After ten minutes, the incision was completely healed without any trace.
The old man's eyes sparkled.
"puff!"
A vicious knife stabbed deeply into the boy's abdomen.
Oops, the old man twisted the handle of the knife, and then pulled out the knife.
Blood spurted out, and even a section of his intestines was picked out.
Under the old man's gaze, the intestine hanging outside seemed to be alive, twisting, contracting, and slowly retracting into the young man's body.
The flow of blood slowed down, and the horrific wound was completely healed within ten minutes. But the boy's stomach was still squirming, as if the broken intestines were finding their place again. It took a few more minutes to fully recover.
calm.
The old man's eyes became brighter, he threw the knife aside, picked up an ax, and turned his eyes to the young man's arm.
"Crack!"
With a fierce axe, the boy's left arm was severed.
Along with the blood, many granulations protruded from the severed area of the arm, squirming as if alive. The same scene was seen at the severed area of the body.
Suddenly, two strands of granulation extended and intertwined automatically. The separated severed arm was also pulled closer...
An hour later, the arm was as good as before.
The old man blinked his eyes, seemed to think for a moment, took out a small bamboo tube from his arms, pulled out the stopper, shook it casually, and ignited a flame.
Then, the old man cut off one of the boy's fingers and burned it on the fire.
At first, the young man's severed finger was still burning and making a sizzling sound. Half an hour later, the scorched severed finger seemed to have been sprinkled with strong wine. It burned violently and instantly turned into a ball of ashes.
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When he turned his gaze to the young man's palm, he discovered that the fingers had been intact for some time.
The old man looked blankly at the recovered palm, grabbed the young man's arm again, and chopped it off with an axe. He cut off the young man's arm again.
This time, the old man held the severed arm firmly, preventing it from coming into contact with his body, and patiently watched the fleshy sprouts squirm.
After about half an hour, the granulation on the broken arm gradually stopped moving. But the granulation on the broken part of the body became more and more active.
Gradually stretching, gathering, and squirming...
The old man watched and waited patiently. Five or six hours later, a brand new arm was reborn among the masses of flesh and blood.
The arm held by the old man gradually withered over time. A cold wind blew in from the crack of the door, and the broken arm turned into ashes and drifted away...
"Hahahahaha..."
The old man trembled all over and laughed wildly: "Really, really...that legend is actually true..."
While laughing maniacally, the old man kept waving various knives and weapons. He was like a butcher, chopping here and stabbing...
With one knife, he opened the boy's chest...
heal!
Another knife, slit the boy's throat...
heal!!
Another knife cut off the boy's vagina...
Um……
regeneration!!!
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Three years later.
Northern Frost Empire, south of the Blackstone Mountains, west of the Baikal River, Blackstone Village, the only bar.
A dozen sets of old and simple tables and chairs were scattered around the room. The flames in the fireplace kept beating, reflecting the red color of the bar on the other side. Beside the fireplace, a wretched old man with a hooked nose lay on his back.
Sitting on a broken rocking chair, he squinted his eyes and hummed an unknown tune with a contented look on his face...
With a creak, the dilapidated wooden door of the bar was blown open, and a cold wind rushed in carrying snowflakes.
"Damn, fuck this damn weather..."
The old man shrank his neck, cursed a few words, then turned to the bar and shouted: "Oze, the door is not closed tightly."
The bar was quiet, no one responded.
"Lazy guy, get up here." The old man was furious, turned sideways, grabbed a piece of wood from the firewood pile next to him, and threw it behind the bar.
"Ouch, murder."
Along with a scream, a black-haired boy of seventeen or eighteen years old poked his head out from behind the bar with an angry look on his face.
"You old guy is the lazy one, the old lazy man who gets old before he gets old! You don't even let me have a good night's sleep during the afternoon nap..."
Although the young man was chattering extremely dissatisfied, he seemed to be very used to it. He quickly picked up a wooden stick, walked quickly to the door, and blocked the door tightly.
But before the young man could turn around, the old man lazily spoke again and ordered:
"By the way, we don't have enough firewood. You should get up and go to the mountains to chop some back."
"What?" The boy's voice suddenly raised an octave:
"Uncle Feng, haven't you seen the heavy snow outside? It's very difficult to walk on the mountain road now..."
"Nonsense, if it hadn't snowed, would the firewood have been used so quickly?! Also, if you encounter snow rabbits, catch a few for Uncle Feng to drink. Those things won't come out unless it snows, so this is the right time." The old man said.
Licking his lips.
"Damn, the snow rabbit is your real goal!"
The old man let out a long sigh and said faintly: "Ozawa, do you still remember? Three years ago, it was also such a snowy day. You were lying in the snow, covered in bruises, it was me..."
"Well, you are my savior, and I will take care of you until you die...Does the coffin have to be a flip-top or a sliding-top?"
"Uh." The old man choked and then realized that he seemed to repeat this reason every week.
"I'll give you half of the meat..." The old man had no choice but to grit his teeth and use his trump card: "Add another bottle of rum. Do you want to go?"
"go!"
The boy's answer was sonorous and forceful.
"Damn little drunkard..."
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