Everyone wears a mask, and everyone covers themselves tightly, as if they are suffering from leprosy and are afraid of being seen.
The street was filled with a faint stench, as if an abscess was seeping out bit by bit with stinking pus. There was no one on the straight stone road. They were all hiding behind the houses and window sills on both sides, like a
A mouse afraid of light, peeping at this person who both scares them and makes them greedy.
I can't tell what this kind of greed is.
With the knight in full armor guiding him from the front, Bei Gaoyang walked slowly and step by step to the stone castle in the center of the town.
This is a building with a strong Moorish style.
Flying eaves, towering towers, arched door pillars, relatively narrow skylights, stone steps stacked with strips of stone, and wind chimes hanging under the window sills.
Wind chimes are made of a very special kind of tibia, which is somewhat like a bird. The bones are hollow. When blown by the wind, they will make a very crisp and pleasant sound.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells...
A tribe of remnants of the Ottomans has a Moorish-style castle and wind chimes. This is an irony and a kind of reincarnation.
The Moors are now the Orcs.
A race of subhumans that has long forgotten its original civilization.
Like the various demi-human races in Canaan, the predecessors of the orcs were the Moors. According to legend, the Moors had elf-like handsome faces and elegant manners, and were born with a pair of pure white wings. According to legend, angels were modeled after them.
Therefore, the Moors are also called winged people.
In the last divine war, the Moorish pantheon was defeated. The gods either fell or fled to the unknown depths of the universe. The Winged Man civilization remaining in the material world faced annihilation.
At that time, they had two choices. One was to choose to convert and become vassals of the three races of the Alliance (humans, elves, and dwarves), forget the past, abandon traditions, and live like pets and slaves. The other was to stubbornly refuse.
The price is to become a [White Walker]. On the one hand, he is cursed by the gods and cannot be tolerated by the civilized world. On the other hand, he has to endure the erosion from the abyss. In the day-to-day confrontation, he is either deformed or crazy.
Just like this abandoned camp now.
It is ironic that the Ottoman Empire was founded on the bones of the Moors. Now, the former conquerors and destroyers are facing the same fate. Isn't it just a reincarnation?
"Please wait a moment, Your Excellency!"
The knight climbed up the last step and spoke respectfully and quietly.
The rusty door opened, as if a tomb had been opened, and the stench became even stronger.
"Please come in, Your Excellency!"
Earl Baldwin is a mixed race, with part of the dwarf blood in him, so he is bearded, tall and short. He wears decent aristocratic clothes and welcomes the arrival of the great magician gracefully.
Of course, he was also wearing a mask.
As soon as they met, Bei Gaoyang covered his nose. The smell was unbearable.
"You have two choices now, Count"
The Archmage's patience ended here, and he went straight to the point when they met, "The first option is to remain as you are now until all of you rot and deteriorate, just like the mud in a rotten pit, even if your flesh and blood are still there
Stay intact."
"The second type of refuge came under my command and was transformed by me into another existence situation. It can help you get rid of the corrosion of [Abyss Consciousness], and your damn gods who want to drag you into the abyss to be buried together. How?
Well, I’ll give you two minutes.”
After saying that, Bei Gaoyang ignored him, half-covered his nose, and looked around in disgust.
The long dining table was filled with various delicacies, and under the exquisite and luxurious crystal ceiling, only his shadow was shaking.
The maids, knights, and earls in the restaurant were all as motionless as statues. Two minutes passed quickly.
"What a bummer!" Bei Gaoyang stood up and said, "Just wait to rot. I will come back when you all become [White Walkers], bringing the fire to purify you."
"Wait a minute!" Earl Baldwin spoke, his voice surprisingly young, "If we could abandon tradition, we wouldn't be in this situation. The powerful and evil 'Thousand Hands Massacre', wouldn't there be any forgiveness at all?
Is it possible?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a cry of sobs in the restaurant.
"I grew up in a tribe of abandoned people." Bei Gaoyang turned around and looked away from them. "I understand you. Forgive me? I'm not a god. You asked the wrong person."
"As long as I can..."
"Impossible, why do you need me to tell you where the curse came from?"
"It's your fallen gods that have become part of the abyss."
"Their remaining divinity is cursing and raging in the abyss, venting all their hatred and unwillingness on you."
"The abyss is also using these to draw nutrients from you. Your soul is rotting and deteriorating. How can you be freed without cutting it off?"
Earl Baldwin did not speak for a while.
Bei Gaoyang was a little disappointed and shook his head. They were all granite heads.
The poison of faith!
Also, if they could convert, these people would not end up in this situation. Those who could convert would have converted long ago. The dwarves have not been exterminated. Those who choose to be obedient people can still live in the civilized world and become docile after being transformed.
Incomparable, like pigs, horses, cattle and sheep raised in captivity.
Now the Holy War is beginning to rise again, but this time it is targeting its former allies - the elves.
The human race will eventually win out from this civilized competition that has lasted for tens of thousands of years. Is it really a bit honorable to be a member of the human race?
"We no longer have the value of redemption, so let us fall into the abyss and stay with our Lord forever."
cut.
How did Yaris investigate? It was really a waste of my time.
"Bob, come out," Earl Baldwin said behind him.
He was sure that the Archmage would not really leave. If there was no value, would a notorious Archmage come over and tell them this?
He called out dozens of old, weak, women, children, and half-grown teenagers.
None of these people were wearing masks, they were all in good health, and they didn't smell bad, but they all looked like quails.
"They are all clean." Blood and tears were shed under Count Baldwin's mask. He tremblingly stroked the head of a boy named Bob, and said painfully and repressedly: "Just like you said, the connection with the past is severed.
.”
"But take them with you, they will be useful to you...and this place, this castle, belongs to you too"
I told you earlier, it’s true.
"What about you?" Bei Gaoyang turned around and asked.
"We will enter the grave and will not be a problem for you. When our reason is completely destroyed, let your undead souls purify us. This is our only use for you."
"Grandpa!" Bob knelt down and cried bitterly.
"Live well and respect Lord Rumsfeld as much as you respect me."
The restaurant was gloomy, and desperate cries echoed inside and outside the castle.
Bei Gaoyang touched his nose and suddenly felt something was wrong. Why did I act like a villain again?
