The next morning, the sun drove the wandering rotten wolf back to its nest, but it also brought howling winds and fist-sized sand and stones. From the mining site to the west, there is an endless Gobi Desert, where the fiery red rocks are blown by the wind and sand and cut into pillars with numerous holes and cavities. Looking around, one can only see a few low, sharp thorns scattered all over, and the branches and leaves contain highly toxic sand thorns.
Rock scorpions and giant bellied black bees are both deadly threats, but the biggest danger is the lack of water, even in polluted water filled with radiation. When the rock scorpions were hiding in the cracks of the rocks to avoid sunlight, a boy appeared at the edge of the Gobi. He wrapped his body tightly in a black blanket, holding a small child in his bandaged hand, who was also covered in a black blanket. In the compound eyes of the rock scorpions, two figures, one large and one small, held hands and slowly walked towards the depths of the Gobi. Suddenly, a gust of strong wind blew over and lifted the blanket on the child's head, revealing long gray, silky hair that shone brightly under the sunlight.
The young man stopped, carefully tucked her long hair back together, covered her with a blanket again, and then took her hand to continue walking towards the depths of the Gobi. After walking like this for a whole week, they finally found the cave mentioned by Old Jack and also discovered the mutated leech. The young man placed the girl in the cave and walked alone towards the nest of the fire ant in the darkness. It wasn't until dusk on the third day that the boy struggled back. The little girl sat quietly at the entrance of the cave, waiting for him to return, without knowing how long she had been sitting.
This evening, the little girl furrowed her brows and used her snow-white teeth to fully bite the blue-white, rubbery flesh of the fire ant. The ant meat was tough and fishy, but she tried to chew every piece of meat finely and swallow it, even licking the juice on her fingers clean. Deep in the cave, the young man hid in the darkness, cleaning up the crisscrossing and deeply visible wounds on his body bit by bit. The mutated leech, which was soaked in fresh blood, lazily crawled out of the porcelain bowl and silently slid into the sparkling sewage pool, diving deep into the pool, leaving half a bowl of clear water in the porcelain bowl.
It takes three days for a young man to go to the nest of a fire ant. So the lives of teenagers, girls, and leeches repeated in a cycle of three days. Three years later, the leech died. No matter what changes occur, the sun will always rise. The boy and girl stood side by side at the entrance of the cave, and the strong wind blew their tattered blankets, occasionally pulling a piece of broken wool from them. "We have to go to the settlement now." The young man's voice was always so gentle and calm, with a faintly revealing magnetism that was even deeper and wider.
The girl has now grown to the young man's chest. She leaned against him, wrapped herself in a tight blanket, and whispered, "I'm afraid." "Don't be afraid, I will protect you." The young man's voice was firm, showing unwavering determination. However, only he himself would know how much confidence there could be. The young man brought four carefully selected fire ant forelimbs. Old Jack once said that this thing should sell for a good price in a settlement, and a good price means food and clean water. His experience in mining told him that he should not bring too many things that can sell at a good price, otherwise, there will be trouble.
The young man walked ahead, while the girl led him by the corner of his clothes, walking together towards the desolate and despairing front. Westrovia is a settlement that has only developed in the past decade. There are already five to six hundred people of all kinds living here, and bars, hotels, restaurants, grocery stores, and clinics have all opened one after another. There is even a sheriff responsible for maintaining order. The power of the sheriff comes from the Uzi submachine gun that is always carried on his back. Compared to the common wine bottles, iron bars, machetes, and even homemade gunpowder guns in the surrounding area, the police chief's submachine gun is clearly more convincing. Therefore, there is basic order in Westrovia, where at least people cannot be killed casually. If someone is killed, there must be a legitimate reason to do so. The reason recognized by the sheriff is a legitimate reason. On this day, a real big shot arrived in Westrovia, and some people of different positions went outside to greet him. Those who were not qualified to go were excitedly discussing the big shot, even though they didn't even know if the big shot was a man or a woman. In this way, no one pays special attention to the young couple entering the town. The butcher in the town runs the only hotel. After collecting a top-notch fire ant blade, he was very happy to open a room for the boy and girl, and even offered a free dinner. Of course, if you want high-quality goods with low radiation, a flamethrower ant blade is not enough.
The young man asked the girl to rest in the room and took the remaining Fire Ant Blades out of the hotel. He heard that this item could be sold at a better price in the grocery store. Before leaving the house, the young man carefully arranged an inconspicuous mechanism on the door. From the butcher's unnaturally wide smile, the young man had a premonition that there might be trouble, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly. Just after passing a crossroads, the young man was stopped by two people. It was clear that they were malicious from the square-headed wooden stick in one of their hands."Hi, kid! I heard you have a Spitfire Ant Blade for sale. Our boss wants to talk to you," one of them said. The young man hesitated for a moment, then followed the three of them into a secluded alley and walked into a relatively complete large house. There was a big man sitting in the center of the room, seemingly the leader, while the three people behind intentionally or unintentionally blocked the entrance.
The boss was obviously satisfied with the boy who always lowered his head: "Kid! You can call me Viper. I heard you have a Fire Spitting Ant Blade, which is great. No matter how much you have, I will take it. This is your reward."The young man looked at a hard, stone-like black bread that rolled to his feet and slowly bent down to pick it up. At the same time, he placed the three Fire Ant Blades on his back on the ground. Although this bread is hard enough for a long time, its radiation level is not high. The girl has grown up and can withstand the radiation of this program.When he stood up straight, he found that the three people behind him did not move away from the door, and the hands holding the wooden stick were clearly exerting force.
The Viper also stood up and pulled out a handmade single-barrel gunpowder short gun from his back. Smiling grimly, he said, "You are very up to date and aware of current affairs. If you had done this transaction, you should have made a living. Unfortunately, the butcher reported that you also brought a skinny little girl, so there's no way out. Actually, I'm not the boss, just the boss's messenger. The boss's name is Black Bear, and I'm probably lying on that little girl and doing great! There's no way out; the boss's size is almost catching up with the mutant, but he prefers to have children. Alright, kid, it's time to take you on the road! I hope when I rushed over, that little girl was still breathing."At this moment, the boy was hiding in his ear under the bandage when he suddenly heard a faint drip. That was the sound of the metal plate he was hanging on the door being broken and rubbed, and these tens of thousands of frequencies of sound waves were not audible to ordinary people's ears.
He suddenly raised his head. Although his face was deeply hidden in the shadow of the blanket, his only left eye lit up like a green flame. "You..." The Viper let out a startled cry, which suddenly came to an end. Then there was a loud gunshot from the gunpowder gun in the room. The sound of gunfire shattered the only intact glass, and a pungent smell of gunpowder quickly filled the air. The boy wrapped in a black blanket appeared like a ghost at the entrance of the butcher's inn. The door of the hotel, which was randomly nailed with wooden boards, was half-opened, and a thick bloody smell could be smelled from afar. Inside the hotel, there was an extraordinary silence, vaguely defined, as if a small voice was sobbing. The young man paused at the door before entering the hotel, leaving behind him a series of bloodstains.
The butcher stayed at the door of the boy's room, his eyes widened to the limit, and extreme fear froze on his face. All that remained of him was his head, but his body was nowhere to be found. The door of the room was ajar, and blood gushed out from under the door like a spring, so much that it made one's heart palpitate. The boy stood in the blood, and the feeling on his skin told him that the blood was still very hot. He gently pushed open the half-covered door, and then remained silent.
The girl was sitting in the middle of the room with her knees hugged, her head buried deep behind her knees, and she was sobbing softly. The black blanket that was always wrapped around her body was thrown in the corner of the room, and the bed made of rough wood completely collapsed. The girl was wearing a rough but very clean skirt. The exposed skin, whether it was the arms or the half of the calf, was so white and tender that it made people crazy. Although she is still young, even in the old days, she might turn the men in the whole city into beasts.
The room has become hell. Human flesh and limbs are scattered everywhere here, there is almost no place to stay, some fresh organs are even wriggling, and the walls are completely stained black and red by the splattered blood. Blood was still pouring out from the fragments of the limbs, forming puddles several centimeters deep on the ground. I don't know if the butcher's body is here, and I don't know which piece of meat belongs to the black bear, and I don't know whether there are three or four people lying here. Everything was chopped up and mixed together.
The girl sat like this, sitting in the middle of the hell made of blood and flesh. Her long, beautiful pale gray hair fell like a waterfall, like a strand of silk, the ends of which had been soaked in blood. Beside the girl, a huge square-bladed bone-chopping knife with a blade length of one meter was stuck in the ground. There were gaps all over the blade, and there were many fine tendons hanging from it. Only when dealing with furious iron bears whose bones are as hard as rocks, the butcher will use this square-bladed bone cutter made of stainless steel.
Hearing the sound of the door, the girl raised her head and saw the boy. She immediately showed a rainbow-like smile, and under the sunlight streaming in from the window, the teardrops still hanging from the corners of her eyes sparkled like two brilliant diamonds. The boy sighed, carefully found a foothold among the limbs all over the floor, and walked towards the girl. The girl didn't care so much, she jumped up and threw herself into his arms, kicking her to pieces and splashing blood all the way. The young man gently stroked her gray long hair, which was still soft and warm. Even though it had been soaked in blood, no blood beads could stay on it for a while. "I'm afraid!" the girl said softly. Her little hands tightly grasped the bandages wrapped around the boy's body, even pulling him very painfully. The boy knew that she was really scared, but he didn't know how to comfort him.
Inhabited areas always mean trouble, but in the wilderness, it is getting harder and harder to find food. What is lacking most is clean water. In this era, the first thing everyone faces every day is survival. In the face of survival, there is no tolerance and no sharing. Anyone, in the eyes of others, may mean clean food and water. Suddenly there was a loud and noisy voice outside the hotel. Someone shouted: "The outsiders have killed! The butcher is dead! I see they are still inside!" The crowd shouted louder and louder, and the sound of metal knocking could be heard from time to time , Judging from the sound, at least dozens of people surrounded the hotel with only four rooms. The boy patted the girl lightly, and silently took out a carefully collected fire-breathing ant blade from under the black blanket. Half of the blade was amputated, leaving only the sharpest tip. Every sawtooth on the blade flashed a faint blue light, and the handle was carefully polished and tightly wrapped with a coarse cloth belt. In terms of power, this thing is already comparable to the military daggers of the old era.
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The boy clenched the blade tightly, waiting quietly for the moment when the crowd broke through the door. The girl stopped crying, and her beautiful blue eyes flickered around the room, and landed on the square-bladed bone-chopping knife again, so she stretched out her small hand, trying to grab the knife. She used it very well. The boy stretched out his left hand, and pulled the girl back, not allowing her to touch the knife. He kept the girl behind him, quietly looking at the door and windows. Although the windows were nailed with wooden battens, there was no guarantee that no one would rush in from here. "Quiet!" The sheriff's majestic voice sounded outside the hotel, and the noise immediately became quieter, showing the sheriff's authority, although it wasn't enough: "Let me see what's going on first! Damn it, it's so bloody Smell, how many people died inside?"
With a bang, the door of the hotel was kicked open by the sheriff, and the crowd immediately exclaimed, and then with a bang, the sheriff's Uzi had already pulled the bolt. At this moment, a cold and murderous voice suddenly sounded outside: "Go away! Make way for Madam!" The boy immediately heard several screams and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. People leave time to get out of the way. But the turbulent din outside had completely disappeared. The mob, even the sheriff, was completely silent. No one dared to make any noise, let alone any voice of opposition. Then amidst the rumbling sound, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the courtyard walls, walls, gates, and roof of the hotel were all forcibly dismantled. With a snort, a hand wearing a dark black leather glove inserted into the thin iron sheet that was used as a wall, and with a grip and a pull, he tore off the entire sheet of iron sheet and threw it more than ten meters away. This is a tall, handsome, arrogant and cold young man, with short blond hair standing on end like a burning flame. He was wearing a half-body armor made of silver-gray alloy, which protected the vital parts such as the front chest, the back heart, and the lower abdomen. Under the armor was a dark black uniform with dark gold stripes, and the long leather boots on his feet were shiny, out of tune with the mess around him. It was this person just now who demolished all the way from the intersection more than ten meters away to here in a few minutes with his bare hands, and opened a five-meter-wide road in the block of random houses.
The boy, the girl, and the hell in the room are unfolded in front of everyone. The girl raised her head and looked at the surrounding crowd in a daze. This was the first time she saw so many people gathered together. She instinctively sensed a hint of danger, and wanted to reach out to grab the square-bladed bone-chopping knife, but the boy held it tightly. The moment the girl's face was clearly seen, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, and even the proud blond warrior's expression froze. Everyone's breathing echoed clearly in the young man's ears, obviously getting heavier and heavier. So he sighed, raised his head, and looked behind the blond warrior. At the other end of the road, which had just been opened for a few minutes, there was a carriage parked. This is a four-horse carriage in the style of the eighteenth century in the old era. The black and gold-inlaid body is ancient and elegant, and the copper lamps are polished to shine. They were driven by four tall horses, and what was rare was that all four horses had the same snow-white fur without a trace of variegation.
No one in the entire town of Westrovia would recognize that these were four thoroughbred horses, but it didn't matter, no matter what the horses were, they were already extravagant far beyond the limit of their imagination. At the front and back of the carriage, stood eight fully armed warriors, the alloy armor on their bodies was exactly the same as that of the blond youth. The difference is that the blond youth is empty-handed, while the sixteen warriors are armed and focus on firepower. Compared with those four heavy machine guns, the Sheriff's Uzi is a toy. The four waiters took rolls of scarlet carpet from the wagon at the back, and laid them along the main road from under the four wagons, extending them all the way to the boy and the girl.
The room was a hell of blood and flesh. The thick scarlet carpet was laid down, and immediately sank in the half-frozen blood. The waiters did not hesitate to stack the apparently ridiculously expensive carpets one by one until the blood was five centimeters higher, ensuring that the blood would never flow onto the carpet, and then they stopped.
Whether the four waiters wore black tuxedos, white shirts or neatly pressed bow ties, they should not belong to this era. Even the decent people in Westrovia were little more than beggars of old. There is a very conspicuous big hole in the sheriff's jeans, but because the hole is not on the buttocks, it is already a first-class attire that represents status. And because of the preciousness of water, people in the town never take a bath. Unlike the others, the boy looked at the feet of these waiters. They gracefully stepped on the broken limbs with high bleeding, as light as a butterfly, and the muscles on the limbs, which were already obviously slack, only slightly sagged, bearing the weight of the waiter. When they finished laying the carpet and exited the house, only a little blood was stained on the soles of the eight shiny black leather shoes. Seeing this, the boy's dark green pupils shrank slightly.
An elderly butler walked up to the carriage, opened the door slowly and gracefully, then spread a snow-white kerchief on his arm, and held it up flat. Inside the car door, a hand stretched out, elegant, delicate, and slender like an orchid, and rested on the butler's arm. On the ring worn on the middle finger, the deep sapphire the size of a quail egg made almost everyone stare straight at him. The only thing that made people feel a little awkward were those slender nails that were five centimeters long. The lines of the nails are impeccable, but they are decorated with black and red patterns, which makes people shudder.
Coming out of the carriage was a woman dressed in an old medieval court attire. Her hair was coiled up high and tied into a bun with a golden rosette headband. She looked to be in her early twenties, her light gray eyes were typical of aristocratic indifference, and her skin was so delicate that it might be blown apart by the wind at any time. No matter from which angle, she meets even the most demanding standards of classical beauty.
As soon as the woman got out of the carriage, the residents of Westrovia Town immediately forgot about their neighbors who had been shot and were still lying at their feet. Most of the people here have never seen a woman with smooth skin in their life, let alone the old-fashioned dress on her and the jewels that are enough to make the eyes of the old ladies and ladies red with jealousy. Almost everything around this woman is so out of tune with this era, to be precise, it is extravagant beyond the reach of people's imagination. The excited and excited crowd pushed and pushed towards the carriage step by step. As long as you are in a group, even the weakest person will have inexplicable courage, not to mention that in this era, the difference between man and beast is already blurred.
Just when people were about to lose control of their emotions, a guard suddenly raised a heavy machine gun, and the muzzle suddenly shot out fiery streams of fire. Amidst the torrential gunshots, hundreds of bullets easily tore apart the flesh in front of them. , Cut an abrupt hole from the crowded wall! It wasn't until the entire chain of ammunition was fired that the guard lowered the already hot heavy machine gun, and no expression could be seen on his dull face, as if what he shot just now was not a dozen people, but just a dozen animals. In the ears of all the townspeople of Westrovia, the click of the guard changing the belt is so clear and cold. The sheriff swallowed hard, and quietly hid his Uzi behind him.
The woman didn't even glance at the scene of the massacre. She had been staring at the girl from the moment she got off the carriage. She gracefully raised her hand, pointed at the girl with her black and red fingertips, and said, "I want this girl." Her tone was unquestionable and undeniable. It was an order to the boy as well as to the housekeeper. . The butler bowed slightly and said, "Of order, madam."The boy understood that this was an order and there was absolutely no room for negotiation. From the moment the woman got out of the car, he kept his head down and didn't even glance at her. However, his body trembled uncontrollably. Every time the woman took a step closer, his trembling became stronger.
The old housekeeper who used his arm as a handrail followed her step by step, but he walked outside the carpet respectfully and cautiously. Although he was walking among the bloody ruins, the old butler's leather shoes were spotless, and unlike the waiters, his soles were also clean. In fact, every step he took never really touched the ground. The woman walked up to the boy, stretched out her hand and pulled the girl from behind him to her front, leaned slightly, looked at the girl's incomparably delicate face carefully, and after a long time let out a breath, praised: "Such beautiful eyes." Since birth Since then, girls have been too beautiful. As she grew older, her beauty increased day by day. Perhaps because of her age, the girl didn't know how to be afraid, but looked back at the woman with some curiosity.
From the beginning to the end, the boy stood with his head bowed, motionless, allowing the woman to pull the girl away. Even though he was wrapped in a thick blanket, he couldn't hide the trembling of his body. The woman looked at the boy in surprise, nodded and said, "It's me you are afraid of, not my subordinates. Very good! It seems that you are a smart boy and know what choice to make. Do you think I will What choice will I give you?" The boy was silent for a moment, and then said: "I am alive, she is yours. Or I am dead, she is still yours." The woman was even more surprised, but not because of the boy's answer, But because of his voice. Her tone softened, and she asked, "Tell me your name."
"...William."
The boy was silent for a moment before saying a word. He needed to control the shaking of his body to keep his voice steady. The woman showed a slight smile: "Okay, William. My full name is Angelina Finn Lanaxes. I took this girl away, and you can't protect her now. Only with me can she play her best." Show all your talents. Remember my name, if one day you are strong enough, you can come to me. Well, now, show me your face." She leaned forward, using the long nail on the index finger of her left hand Lifting the boy's jaw, the distance between the two faces was less than ten centimeters, and the mysterious fragrance in her breath even completely enveloped his face. Then, she used two nails to slowly pull off the bandages that were wrapped around the boy's face. These bandages looked very dirty, but strangely there was no smell.
The sharp points of the black and red nails slowly slid across his skin. The old butler standing aside lowered his head, only looking at the toes of his leather shoes. The guards all turned around, with their backs turned to this side, and the weapons in their hands were pointed at the crowd of onlookers. Those dark gun muzzles made the townspeople of Westrovia smarter, knowing that it was not enough to just bow their heads, they had to turn around, in order to survive. In the midst of extreme silence, the sense of time becomes a problem. It seemed like only a moment, and it seemed like a long time.
At some point, Angelina pulled the boy's bandage back up, covered her mouth with a smile and said, "I'm looking forward to the day you come to see me!" After speaking, Angelina pulled the girl towards the carriage, Behind her, the crisp, high-pitched, unscrupulous and ambiguous laughter couldn't help shaking and falling on the blood-red carpet. The girl didn't cry, nor did she show any resistance. She just looked back frequently all the way until the door of the carriage blocked her dark blue eyes.
On the window of the carriage, Angelina suddenly lifted the curtain, revealing half of her classically beautiful face, and said to the young man, "In this era, the most difficult thing is to live with dignity. I hope you didn't choose the worst option." road." It wasn't until the four carriages drove away completely that the young man slowly raised his drooping head. At this moment, he still doesn't know the true meaning of the name Lanaxis. He also didn't know what the Spider Queen of the Blood Parliament meant to this era.