Chapter 62 The Knights of the Watchers, a city without people
The little knight entered the dreamland of the God-seeker to challenge the God's residence, and gained a lot.
Lu Zhengkang felt that the power of the void was getting stronger and stronger, and he immediately understood that the status of the little knight had risen.
As the holder of the Heart of the Void, the Little Knight is the agent of the Void in the world.
The next step is to completely break the seal. The little knight comes to the City of Tears, but is not in a hurry to find Watcher Lurian.
He first went to the suburbs and found the nailmaker in his unicorn-shaped house.
Inside the narrow room, there was a gourd-shaped furnace occupying a large space, with blazing firelight shining through it.
The little knight carried a huge bag full of Geo and barely squeezed into the hut.
The nailmaker was hammering on an anvil with squinted eyes, not focused on anything else. The little knight walked up to him, and he stopped working and turned to look at his customer.
"Huh? Oh, you're back." The nail maker and the little knight are also old acquaintances. "I see you have a few pieces of pale ore, three? Okay, give me another four thousand Geo, and I will give you the bone nails.
upgrade."
The little knight took out three pieces of silver-white ore that were as pleasant as moon fragments from under his cloak, handed them to the nailer, and then opened the bag of geos. The precious top-grade geos scattered with a crash, filling half the room.
Most of these good Geoms were collected bit by bit by the Little Knight from piles of Geos across Hallownest, or they exchanged the collected antiques for Geoms from the antique dealers in the City of Tears, and some of them were rewards for him to clear the Colosseum of Fools.
, in short, it is hard-earned money.
Because it was inconvenient to carry, he often stored these geodes in the hands of a banker near the Queen's Station.
Not long ago, the banker ran away with the money. The Little Knight chased him all the way to the House of Joy in the City of Tears, beat up the unscrupulous capitalist, took back all the Geo, and also snatched another one from the banker.
A windfall.
Now, for the little knight, four thousand Geo is nothing more.
The nailmaker put three pieces of pale ore into a crucible and melted them in the furnace.
When the ore is completely dissolved into a silvery clear spring-like molten slurry, the nailer begins to put the geodes one by one into the gourd mouth of the furnace. This process is very long.
The molten Geo turned into a trickle of metal, and dissolved little by little into the lava of the pale ore, like stars on a white night.
A full four thousand geoms were all melted, but the crucible was not overflowing. Even the pool of molten water seemed to be smaller. The original bright white color became deeper and restrained, giving off a noble silvery gray.
The nail maker used pliers to take out the crucible, then took the young knight's bone nail and poured a layer of molten liquid evenly. After it had slightly condensed, he placed it on the anvil and pounded it until the molten metal was completely driven into the bone nail.
This is repeated over and over until the molten slurry in the crucible is used up.
The originally sharp-edged bone nails have become intricately patterned, like works of art rather than killing tools.
The nail maker stared blankly at the bone nail in his hand, completely entranced by this elegant creation.
After a long time, he sighed, turned around and handed the bone nail to the young knight, and said softly: "Okay, the transformation is complete, your bone nail is now the best, I have only seen this in your bone nail.
Such potential. I finally saw the majesty of pure bone nails. I didn’t expect this moment to come so quickly... I... I have to go out for a breath of air..."
The nailmaker went out in a hurry, and the burning furnace suddenly went out, which seemed to be hinting at something.
The little knight followed him out, only to find the nailmaker standing on the edge of the cliff next to the house, looking in the direction of the City of Tears.
In the dim light of the fungus spores, the nailmaker's body was tall and thick, like a statue column.
The little knight walked behind the nailmaker.
"Now that I have created a pure bone nail, my life's work has come to an end. Now I just hope to experience the sharpness of the bone nail! Please kill me. At the last moment of my life, I want to taste this bone
A fine sharp knife. After all this long hard work...isn't this what I deserve?"
The young knight gently stroked the surface pattern of the pure bone nail in his hand, which was like flowing clouds and water ripples. It was smooth and bright. With such a bone nail, it would be very easy to kill people. If you wave it gently, it can take away life like dust. When the time comes,
When blood gathers from the blade to the tip of the sword, and then drips to the ground, the sound will definitely be as beautiful as music.
But a warrior must have determination when wielding a sword. A sword that is not driven by the moral principles in his heart cannot be struck. That would be tarnishing his own glory and overdrawing his weapons.
The little knight put away the bone nails, turned and left.
The nailmaker watched the little knight walk into the City of Tears, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.
He suddenly felt that the world was so beautiful, and perhaps he should change his way of life and appreciate this incredible nature with his heart.
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The most majestic tower in the City of Tears, where the watcher overlooks the world.
But now he has fallen into a deep sleep.
Guarding the place where he rests is the Knights of the Watch.
The little knight passed through many obstacles and arrived at the Knights' position.
This is a large ballroom with many luxurious chandeliers on the top, and a large area of orange-red infected light flies is suspended between the chandeliers, emitting a very unnatural light, illuminating the room and also illuminating the huge number of Watcher Knights on the ground.
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These knights are all empty shells, round like blue iron balls, carrying huge bone nails on their backs, their bodies tilted and have been dead for a long time.
The little knight walked slowly through the ballroom. He looked up and stared at the light flies on the ceiling. These unintelligent creatures were also infected by the plague and spread the aura of violence.
There is definitely something wrong here.
Sure enough, when we reached the center of the hall, the fence doors on both sides fell shut.
Light flies flew down from above and poured into the body of the Watcher Knight.
The knights came to life one after another. They raised their heads and screamed harshly, grabbed the bone nails, and charged at the little knight.
The little knight was unhurried, just waving his bone nails, the butler peeled off the carapace of these knights like an ox, and it only took a few nails to defeat a knight.
There were at least forty watcher knights in the ballroom. They formed into a ball, rolled around, ran rampant, bounced up and down, and rumbled with astonishing momentum. Their bone nails pointed outward, like rapidly rotating circular saws, blocking the way to immediate death.
In this situation, the little knight had no choice but to dodge left and right, or occasionally use Darkness to enter the soul state and become immune to attacks.
After fighting like this for a long time, finally, the last knight was broken into pieces.
All dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust, and all the light flies in the sky turn into wind and pass away.
The little knight bowed his head in silence, hoping that all the souls struggling in madness could rest in peace.
Lurian's tall tower has a telescope at the top. Lurian once stood on a small stool and used the telescope to look at the city in the rain curtain. The birds in the rain passed gracefully through the lens, and those tall towers
, like a dull giant, washed away by the current, until it is completely buried in the long river of time.
Without its residents, a city has lost its soul. Compared with the wanton and barbaric nature, it looks particularly pitiful.