South of Cold Wind City, there is the mysterious and unpredictable City of Dense Fog, a gloomy city in darkness.
As a dark and ghostly place, the Northland is a terrifying place that no one should enter. In the eyes of southerners, those who live under the Iron Curtain are monsters or blasphemers who are in cahoots with the devil. No one will understand the Northland.
Hardship and history.
In Dense Fog City, endless light mist lingers all year round. The reason is that the city is built in a geothermal fountain area. Rolling hot springs spew out all year round, bringing huge heat and fog to the cold surface. But this is not a good thing.
The hot springs are mixed with a strong sulfur smell, which in the eyes of mortals is a sign of the abyss and purgatory. The hot springs are the passage to the devil and the devil's territory.
Human beings have tried to seal off hot springs on the surface of the earth more than once, but the power of nature will make such efforts extremely ridiculous. When mortals find that the mouth of the spring that they have worked hard to fill for months has been easily broken open, their frustration and fear cannot be increased.
However, there are still a large number of residents living in Fog City, simply because it is warmer here and there are fewer monsters and demons, which is much better than other towns with biting cold winds.
The rulers of Dense Fog City are the Dorexing family, a prosperous family with many heirs. The city owner Johnson and Dorexing have more than a dozen children and more than a hundred grandchildren. There are no other knights among the dignitaries in the city.
Their family dominates.
However, while the Dorui Xing family has a prosperous population, the population of Mist City is quite declining. It is the smallest of the seventeen cities in the North, with a population of just over 10,000. The population has continued to decrease over the years. Is the reason...
...
"What?" In the palace of the heirs in the dense fog city, the eldest son of the family, Larry, slapped the table and cursed: "My lord wants us to give more food to the poor ghosts again? There is no extra food now. After feeding the poor ghosts, we will eat
What?"
The second daughter Angelin also jumped up and exclaimed: "Father, we can no longer consume food randomly. Without food, we will starve to death. Let those untouchables die. They live like ghosts and have no right to be here."
The world gasps.”
Marmara, the third son, also said angrily: "The untouchables and poor ghosts are like parasites, greedy monsters, they only lie on us and suck our blood. We are feeding them, but they are never grateful."
There was a huge noise in the wooden hall. Seven or eight children and dozens of grandchildren were all shouting. It was like a circus clown holding a convention, which made Johnson and Dorsey, who was sitting at the top, so loud that his head was about to explode.
"Stop." Lord Duo Ruixing shouted to the town, and the hall quickly became silent. "You will make the God of Murder angry."
The city lord turned around and stood up, facing a statue at the back of the hall, knelt down and prayed: "The great dark sun, the supreme lord of conspiracy, the only true god who is omnipotent."
The head of the family knelt down and shouted, and the heirs in the hall also found a place to kneel down to show respect. Everyone followed suit and shouted, praising Cyric's holy name.
"We fully comply with your decree and give food and hope to those poor people. They are organized into groups, eat unimaginable food, wear thick and close-fitting clothes, and live in warm and comfortable houses.
The poor people are very grateful now. I asked them to work, and they worked. I asked them to rest, and they slept. I made them warriors, and they fought bravely. Everything was in accordance with your instructions, and there was no slacking off."
The simultaneous prayers of nearly a hundred people echoed repeatedly, sounding neat and solemn. When it was about to end, Johnson Dou Ruixing asked in a formulaic voice: "As a humble and ignorant servant, I hope to get more from my Lord.
instruct."
'Hoping to get more instructions from my Lord', nearly a hundred heirs pressed their heads on the floor, and the lingering sound of prayers lingered - as a result, a faint light really lit up on the wooden statue, and an oracle appeared out of thin air, floating slowly.
Down.
Oops, Cyric is serious.
In the hall, all the members of the Duo Ruixing family turned pale, and everyone was cursing in their hearts - we were just talking, we never thought about fulfilling any obligations. 'Dark Sun,' you are so diligent in making holy wishes.
Yu, don't you feel tired and panicked?
The oracle was about to float in front of Johnson Dorsey, and his eldest son Larry shouted in a low voice: "Father, don't take it. This is definitely asking us to raise untouchables again, so don't take it."
The second daughter Angelin also shouted sternly: "Father, what will we do if you continue to pick up food randomly? If you like to raise poor people, just raise them yourself, and you can't deprive us of food."
There were still a group of children and grandchildren talking behind them, and the third son Marmara said angrily: "If I had known this, I might as well have continued to believe in the goddess of winter. 'Frost' will at most require some untouchables to sacrifice themselves in the cold wind, 'Dark Sun'
'It's our lives."
"Shut up!" Johnson and Dou Ruixing turned around and cursed angrily: "If I don't accept the oracle at this time, a lightning strike from 'Dark Sun' will kill me, just like 'Frost' killed your grandfather a few months ago.
Are you eager to take my place?"
The descendants could only stop their activities and watch the family master receive the falling oracle. It was a white bone with a string of incomprehensible divine words engraved on it.
Johnson Dorrick held the Bone of the Holy Oracle, and the divine words entered his brain directly. Cyric's cold and terrifying voice sounded through his mouth in the hall, "Slaves, I hope your actions will be as good as your prayers."
Pious and respectful.
The soul cultivation secrets I teach are unprecedented creations. They are tried and tested ruling techniques with successful examples. You must strictly implement them.
As long as you follow my instructions, you will cultivate countless true believers for me. I will also make your family the king of the North and enjoy glory forever. So don't let me down, because losers have no qualifications to live.
"
The oracle was majestic and the pressure was frightening. When Bai Sensen's bones were shattered into pieces, everyone in the hall still lay on the floor for a long time. Just waiting for them to breathe a sigh of relief, they were all listless like eggplants beaten by frost.
It’s over, it’s really over!
Cyric is indeed a mad god, and it is simply difficult for mortals to understand his wild and divergent ideas. God knows what the god of murder, who spreads lies and conspiracies, induces massacres and tricks, thinks?
The key is that we have to waste food to feed those untouchables and poor devils. How can we live like this?
Johnson Dou Ruixing got up from the floor and walked out of the Hall of Heirs without saying a word. When he walked out of the hall gate and looked at the whole city from the high steps, what he saw was the white mist of hot springs, and such as
A poor and untouchable person who is as busy as a walking zombie.
Outside the hall is a low wall, which serves as a division between nobles and untouchables.
Spearmen are stationed on the low wall to ensure that the despicable and ugly untouchables are obedient and work hard - the environment in the dense fog city is not even suitable for logging and mining, but there is a lot of mud and water flowing from the hot springs.
Little baby.
As for the troubled story about the Dorex family, we have to start talking about it half a year ago. The origin of the story is related to a guy named Victor Hugo.