I don't know whether it was because of the tragic life in his childhood or the excitement of the war, but Andy has always had a particularly sensitive intuition. In another world, he is often called the "sixth sense."
Whenever he feels danger or something unexpected happens, he will have some secret feelings in his heart, so that he will break out in cold sweat and the hairs on his hair will stand up.
Not long ago, he relied on this intuition to avoid the soldiers sent by the Coral Kingdom to capture the young men many times, and arrived here with his family all the way.
But now, he also increased his vigilance, squinting his eyes slightly, observing the surroundings vigilantly, always ready for his family to hide.
However, when he looked around, it was extremely quiet. There was not even a trace of a human being, and there was not even a trace of a wild beast. Only the strong wind howled by, making the bushes rustle hoarsely, and blowing dust from the mountain road.
Flying.
"Maybe this is my illusion..." Andy thought to himself.
However, just as he was telling his family to continue on their way, he saw his son raising his hand high, pointing at the sky and shouting:
"Look! Look!"
Andy's son is five years old this year. He is still at an ignorant and carefree age, and is full of excessive curiosity about everything.
Along the way, Andy felt deeply troubled by his naughtiness and ignorance on the one hand, and on the other hand, he envied his ignorance and his innocence that had not been baptized by suffering.
When his son shouted to the sky, Andy looked in the direction he pointed.
I saw a colorful ray of light streaking across the sky, like a burning meteor, piercing the gray sky and adding a bit of brilliance to the entire gray world.
But that's not what shocked Andy the most.
He watched helplessly as the brilliant light disappeared, and half of the sky in the distance quickly dimmed.
Although it is daytime now, that half of the sky seems to be covered by a black curtain, and it seems to be soaked in black ink, completely turning into darkness.
But the other half of the sky was still covered by thick lead-gray clouds.
A straight line divided the sky of Payne's plane into two halves.
Half black, half gray.
Andy and his family were shocked by this.
"This must be a miracle," he muttered silently in his mind, "I have never witnessed such an amazing sight since I was born. I just don't know which god did it or who it was.
I pissed him off so much that I could let him send such a vision."
None of Andy's family believes in God.
Because Andy and his mother had prayed to dozens of gods, but they could not bring Andy's father back from the battlefield alive.
Because of this, Andy's mother has always instilled in Andy the idea that "gods are unreliable. Only you can rely on yourself at critical times."
However, when he witnessed this shocking scene today, Andy was still slightly shaken in his heart.
He took a deep breath, tried to calm down, then gave a candy to his son beside him, and said softly:
"Let's go! We have to continue on our way. We need to get to the next village before dark today. Otherwise, we will have to sleep in the wilderness."
The son took the candy and nodded reluctantly, but his eyes still stayed on the brightly colored sky.
However, after a few minutes, the sky returned to its original gray appearance.
The strange scene just now seemed to be just their illusion.
"Let's go." The wife said in a hoarse voice.
However, just as they were about to continue on their way, an accident happened again.
Only a shrill howl was heard suddenly coming from among the mountains.
"Ouch"
Hearing this sound, Andy's family all shuddered.
"What is that?" asked the elderly mother.
"If I guessed correctly, it should be... it should be the howling of a wild wolf," Andy replied, "Maybe it was the weird sight just now that frightened them."
"Then what should we do?"
"us……"
Before Andy could think of a solution, something more terrible happened.
Howls sounded one after another in the mountains and fields.
…………
at the same time.
A hundred miles away in the wilderness, a woodcutter was also on his way.
This woodcutter was originally from the Rock Kingdom thousands of miles away, where he suffered from exorbitant taxes and usurious creditors. In the end, he even had to sell his house to pay off the debt.
By chance, he heard from passers-by that a new sect called the "Dark Temple" had appeared in the distant Kingdom of Greyhawk. This sect preached friendship, self-improvement, and the pursuit of happiness.
Those clergymen possess unimaginable strength. Not only did they help the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke of the Greyhawk Kingdom suddenly rise, giving him a strong military power, but they also helped the people in the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke's territory build their homes and let them live.
Live a happy life like heaven.
"That's where I came to do business," a passing businessman once said to the woodcutter. "In the territory of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke, there are no such exorbitant loan sharks. There are no heavy taxes. Every household
We all live in beautiful buildings, with vast farmland and pastures. If we are bullied, the priests of the Dark Temple will seek justice for us.
"They will not ask us to contribute sacrifices or make donations. Their only expectation is that we can wholeheartedly believe in the God of Darkness, fear him, and worship him."
"So did this god of darkness send any miracles?" the woodcutter asked.
He had seen many scammers who cheated money and sex by pretending to be gods. When he first heard this, he was a little skeptical.
"Of course I have," the businessman said with excitement. "My father was seriously ill and bedridden. I searched all the doctors around and they all said that the disease could not be cured and that we could only prepare for the funeral as soon as possible.
"However, just as my father was dying, a priest from the Dark Temple appeared. He called himself Sean. After he made my father take a few pills, my father woke up from the coma. A few days later, he changed
Be rosy-cheeked and energetic.
"Since then, I have firmly believed that the God of Darkness is the most powerful god in the world."
When one person said this, the woodcutter just thought it was a story made up as a joke.
But after a dozen passers-by said this, the woodcutter finally firmly believed that the God of Darkness really existed, and that he could really help him escape from the suffering in the world.