"Who am I?" Only when he was drinking, the confusion in the old man's eyes eased a lot, but he spent more time talking to himself, always repeating one sentence: "Who am I?"
Wang You was accustomed to the old man's crazy words and chuckled: "You are who you are, never anyone else!"
"Madman, do you know? Yesterday I had another strange dream. I dreamed that I was once a dragon soaring in the nine heavens, and I could wipe out the spiritual realm with just a few moves!"
"Do you think this dream is weird? How could I, a dignified person, turn into a dragon!" Wang You wiped the drink from the corner of his mouth, his eyes blank, "It's just that the dream was too real, and it made me forget reality.
!”
"Fuck this dream, if this continues, I will become a madman!" Wang You laughed wildly, the sword on his waist appeared instantly, and the sword rainbow suddenly appeared, bringing up a series of bright sword shadows, and the sword shadows tore into pieces.
Flying snowflakes.
Holding the wine bottle, the old man stood in the wind and snow, looking blankly at Wang You who was dancing the sword, "Who am I?"
A sigh blended into the night wind, and the blood moon in winter became more piercing. The blood-like moonlight flowed out, rendering the snowflakes blood red.
On the magnificent city wall, several warriors huddled together and set up a fire rack to keep warm.
"Wang Tou is here to accompany the old guy again, it's been several months!"
"Haha, I thought the old guy wouldn't survive for a few days, but I didn't expect him to live for so long."
"It's not because Wang Tou puts spiritual energy into his body every day, but even so, it's a miracle that the crazy old man is alive like this!"
"But I have become accustomed to the existence of that old guy. Every day when I am bored guarding the city, I always watch the old man dancing with his sword!" People experience life with their heart, and other people's affairs become topics of gossip when they fall into the eyes of others.
Everyone gets drunk without being drunk. Wang You dragged his drunken body to bid farewell to the old man. Before leaving, he always held the old man's shoulders, and his rich spiritual energy poured into the old man's body.
The spiritual energy nourished the broken meridians in the old man's body. After several months, some meridians in the old man's body even re-condensed. At the same time, the vitality floating in the world also entered the old man's body from time to time, dissipating a lot of death energy.
The spring rain is falling, humid and a little timid, the long cold winter has quietly passed away, and the fragrance of flowers is once again floating among the flower cities.
All things revived, and the vitality in the old man's body was like the sprouting green buds, flowing through the old man's limbs and veins, and a trace of blood appeared on the old man's face.
The spring rain touches my clothes silently, and the dead ivy blooms with life again.
Ivy spreads out, and everything shows surging vitality.
The old man stood in the spring rain. The falling spring rain wiped away the dust on his face, but it could not erase the traces of time.
The traces of vitality floating in the heaven and earth seemed to be involved, and turned into droplets of drizzle, falling into the old man's body.
This scene lasted for a long time, and the rain stopped only when the gate of Huacheng opened.
Stepping out of the air, figures shot out in the flower city.
Wisps of sharp sword energy chopped into pieces the ivy, and the warriors stepped out of the air and stood on the majestic city wall, their expressions extremely solemn.
The chilling feeling blends into the spring breeze, which blows across the earth and makes the green buds lower their heads.
A stormy atmosphere spread in the Flower City, and even the warriors who used to go out of the city to hunt monsters strangely stayed in the city today.
There was deathly silence in the Flower City, and the laughter of the past had also dissipated.
The various warriors shuttled through the Flower City and walked towards the outside of the Flower City in neat steps.
The tall city gate opened with a bang, and sword lights flashed out. Thousands of warriors in black armor stood motionless outside the city like standing stone monuments.
The chilling air permeated these warriors. They were a team crawling out from the pile of death.
A middle-aged man wearing blood-colored armor stood at the head, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and the pressure he inadvertently revealed made people feel heart-stopping.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man noticed the old man beside the stone path, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Who is this person?"
"Why don't you go to the city?" The middle-aged man asked two questions in succession, his eyes showing the intention of asking.
Before the words could be spoken, a young warrior came out with a sword, made a sword salute, and whispered: "Sir, this person is the lunatic rumored in the Flower City!"
"Seven months ago, he came here and never left!" After saying this, the young warrior said with a bitter smile: "Previously, we also persuaded this man to enter the city, but who knew that this man was simply a lunatic!
"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned even deeper: "There will be a tide of beasts soon. If this person stays outside the city, he will definitely be bitten by the beasts!"
Having said this, the middle-aged man pointed at the two warriors and said, "You two will send that madman into the city!"
"This person is within the scope of my flower city, so I will protect this person!" The middle-aged man raised his head and looked far away at the end of the horizon, with a trace of worry in his eyes: "This year's beast tide came too suddenly.
It’s too late to react!”
Giant crossbows were placed on the city wall, with cold arrows pointing towards the sky.
In hell, the fighting between humans and monsters has never stopped. It is also very common for many tribes to be bloodbathed by monsters, which is why many tribes gather together.
The terrain around Huacheng is extremely flat, and it suffers from animal tides several times every year.
Looking blankly at the sky, the old man's expression was always so dull, and the pervasive sense of solemnity could not affect him.
Snow-like silver threads clung to the old man's back, and the white clothes on his body were white and broken, as if there were strips of cloth hanging on his body.
The two warriors frowned slightly. Before they even got close, a pungent odor hit their faces.
One of the warriors said slightly unfazed: "Crazy old man, don't stand here stupidly, go to the city quickly!"
Regarding the warrior's words, the old man ignored them and remained blank.
Another warrior frowned slightly, "There will be a tide of beasts soon, and you will die if you stay here."
The wind picked up the moist breath, and also picked up the old man's hanging silver threads. A strange mark loomed between the old man's eyebrows as the silver threads danced.
"Who am I?" the old man murmured to himself. He was completely immersed in his own world and forgot about the whole world.
Seeing this, the two warriors sighed helplessly. They realized that they seemed to have done something wrong. Madmen can never understand human speech. They had tried to persuade this crazy old man before.
"What should I do?" A younger warrior shrugged helplessly and looked at the other warrior.
"What else can we do? We can only force this guy into the city!" The older warrior looked helpless as he endured the stench coming from the old man's body.
Just when the two warriors were about to take action, a deep voice sounded from behind them: "Leave him to me!"
Hearing this, the two of them stopped, turned around, and when they saw the person coming, a smile appeared on their lips: "Wang You, I heard that you know this crazy old man, and you are here just in time. Please persuade this crazy old man to go to the city quickly, so as not to become a
Food in the monster’s mouth!”
Wang You smiled and nodded, noticing the impatience in their eyes, he chuckled: "Yeah!"
Seeing Wang You's intervention in this matter, both of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief, no longer staying here, and strode towards the main road.
A pungent stench filled the air. Wang You had long been accustomed to this smell. He walked towards the old man and handed the wine in his hand to the old man.
The aroma of wine filled the air, and the old man grabbed the wine bottle and drank it while looking up to the sky. At this moment, the dullness on the old man's face was somewhat relieved.
"Madman, there will be a tide of beasts soon. It's not safe here. Come into the city!" Seeing that the old man acted like a drunkard, Wang You grinned: "Come into the city and I'll treat you to a good meal."
A madman is always immersed in his own world. He never understands what others say. Wang You smiled bitterly. It has been several months, but this guy has not changed at all.
"Madman, you will die if you stay here!" Wang You said solemnly, but the old man still ignored him, threw the wine bottle in his hand on the ground, and danced the sword in his hand again.
Seeing this, Wang You shook his head, raised the wine bottle in his hand, took a sip, and said helplessly: "Then I have to stay with you, this lunatic!"
Wang You randomly found a seat and sat down, his eyes following the old man's sword.
In the distance, the middle-aged man saw this scene and sighed helplessly. He was an old madman, but now a young madman was added to the mix.
Bang bang! The ground began to tremble, and thunderous sounds resounded to the end of the horizon.
The expressions of the middle-aged man and others suddenly changed. The middle-aged man drew out the giant sword from his waist and shouted coldly: "Everyone, the moment has come that is related to the life and death of Huacheng. Draw your swords and let your swords defend your homeland!"
The middle-aged man's voice was equally loud, and thousands of warriors roared: "Kill!"
Thousands of killing intent gathered together to form a monstrous killing intent. The killing intent surged out like a tide, causing ripples in the space.
Wang stood up on his right side, looked into the distance with a solemn expression, and whispered: "What a terrifying oppression. What kind of beasts are there in this beast tide?"
Bang bang! The clouds in the sky shattered, and huge shadows emerged in the sky.
"Thunder Eagle!" Wang You shouted out, the corner of his mouth twitching: "These beasts are here to join in the fun!"
The Thunder Eagle's entire body is covered with blood-colored feathers and is several feet long. Its claws and pointed beak can be compared to Lingzong swords.
There were hundreds of densely packed thunder eagles spreading their wings. Under them, wild wolves covered in blood emerged one after another. Their majestic blood-colored hair fluttered in the wind, and their fangs oozing with cold light were half a meter long.
long.
"Thunder Eagle, bloody wolf!" The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and his eyes showed fear.
The sharp sound of breaking wind gradually rose, and the pungent smell of blood hit his face. As the middle-aged man swung his giant sword, thousands of sword lights swept out from behind him, and with absolute momentum, he rushed towards the end of the horizon.
Bloody wild wolves.
"Crossbow, the crossbow is responsible for the thunder eagles in the sky!" the middle-aged man shouted coldly. As soon as the words came out, a sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, and the huge arrows and crossbows were pulled at the same time, whoosh!
Arrows rained across the sky, and arrows several feet wide pierced the void and shot straight at the thunder eagle.