Dark Moon Era

"Go." A loud shout was accompanied by a sharp flash of lightning.

‘Kou Kou’ ’Kou Kou ’s neat footsteps sounded, and the sharp blade of the bayonet looked particularly dazzling under the dark clouds.

"Summer is coming to an end." Yangkong stood in front of the window, watching the dark clouds, should this be the last thunderstorm?

It is believed that after a few thunderstorms, the autumn wind of Xiao Se will be blown, and the fall will be silent.

However, in the No. 17 safety zone, autumn is short, it is here, and the long winter is not far away.

"Pop" closed the window, turned back to the sky, and the dragon was on the sofa like a dead man, showing no interest in the elite soldiers passing by on the street.

However, for more than a month, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his beard and dregs look even more decadent.

"The team leader is Ahan." Yang Kong said to the dragon lightly.

Is that Ahan? At the time of the massacre of civilians in the settlements, he was also actively leading the team, and he always grasped accurately when he showed loyalty.

After listening to the dragon, a taunt of ridicule hung in the corner of his mouth, and he groped on the messy coffee table, and finally found a half-smoked cigarette case and found a twisted cigarette.

Coming up from the air, he lit the dragon, and asked calmly: "The action will gradually expand. Will you be on duty later?"

Flying dragon squinted and took a puff of cigarettes, saying, "No."

"It's really interesting. How did you escape responsibility? You are the captain." Yang Kong didn't speak loudly, but his tone was ironic.

"Oh, Captain? I've been overhead. For more than a month, not those who are traitors' minions have been marginalized silently."

"Furthermore, even if I hadn't been overhead, it wouldn't have happened today, would I have my hands stained with the blood of those who really have a stand? No, I can't.

"So, I'm sick, I'm very sick, and I can't go on any mission." Feilong looked up to the sky with a hint of slyness in his eyes.

"I'm sick, good reason." Yangkong stood up, his heart filled with helpless sighs.

He cannot be ill. The only quasi-technologist in No. 17 safety zone, maybe he will have two situations in the future.

First, to bear more pressure than Feilong, choose to stand in line.

Second, it will be completely marginalized, and the forces behind it will ‘airborne’ real technologists to the 17th security zone.

However, he doesn't care about his future. He only knows that No. 17 safety zone will no longer have independent will from now on. Maybe after today, he will officially become a subsidiary of a certain force.

Follow their will and become a rampant force.

Twenty or more years ago, the idea was getting farther and farther away from the glimmer of hope twenty years ago?

Looking at the sky, the dark clouds are on top, and it seems that the end of the light is invisible.

"Wolf, what do you think you will keep? A sloppy safe zone, plus a life after Enron?"

"No, no, maybe you will get more resources, you will go to the next level." A deliberately exaggerated voice sounded in Wolf's office.

This office hidden in the center of Hope Cliff is very large, runs through the entire Hope Cliff, walks to the left to the end, and can see the entire ruined battlefield.

Going to the right to the end, you can overlook the No. 17 safety zone.

At this point, Wolf's not strong figure stood in front of the huge window on the right. From this window, you can see a group of elite soldiers gathered in the square in front of the Hall of Glory. Each team of elite soldiers is led by a purple moon soldier. team.

The commander was wearing a scarlet cloak, which was one of the former team captains-Aahan, but soon, he would personally appoint him as the captain.

Thinking of this, Wolf may also think that there is some sarcasm, his fists loosened and squeezed, a trace of black lines overflowed, and then disappeared.

He slowly turned around and looked at the person who was speaking to him: "Zuowen, are you talking to the Lord of the City like this?"

"Wow, are you still the owner of the city? Do you remember this identity?" Zowan didn't care about Wolf's appearance at all, and taunted directly.

In the face of this and how many times he was born and died, the friendship has lasted almost 40 years, and Wulf was helplessly silent.

Of course, he still remembers that he is the owner of the city. He still can't forget that winter night, the old city owner put his skinny hand into his hand.

"Safety Zone 17 is my life's work."

"But I shouldn't give it to my incompetent son, nor should I give it to my greedy, stubborn brother."

"Just because the biggest reason for its existence is to finally establish a corner to shelter from the wind and rain for the people of this drifting age."

"Wolf, I know there is still a lot of injustice, and I know how poor people live in the settlements."

"Wolf, I can't do any better, but I hope you can continue my will and make things better."

"Do you know? Continuing to that day, a group of people can live and work in the safety zone No. 17 completely, knowing that the suffering they suffered in the past was for ... for ..."

"For future generations to be able ... to be more ... happier."

This is how it happened in the past many years, and the picture is still so vivid when recalled. Until now, what shape of the flames in the fireplace in that room, and the appearance of the wrinkles on the face of the old town owner, Wolf remembered it clearly.

The bitterness spread silently in the bottom of his heart. He actually failed the hope of the old town owner, and he was not so capable.

In recent years, he has been trying to find the right path, and even to strengthen himself, he has become a sheltered umbrella in the No. 17 safety zone. It has been 10 years since he left.

Unfortunately, he has no way to be a mantis, he can only ...

Thinking of this, Wolfe looked at Zowen: "I must do this, I think you understand me. I ..."

Wolf strode toward the desk in this room, and on the wall behind the desk solemnly hung a delicate sword.

Under the eyes of Zou Wen, Wolf took the sword into his hands, waved it twice, and said, "The sword of the Lord of the City is still in my hands, I am still the Lord of the City, do you understand?"

"As long as I can't topple me, and completely topple me, even if I'm an ordinary city lord, I still have meaning."

Suwen's expression suddenly became extremely serious. He stood upright and said, "Citylord, you will make the final asylum, will you?"

"What is the final asylum? Asylum will always exist. And I will never fall."

"I want to see a safe zone No. 17 where the tinder is buried all the time. What should that force do?" Wolf's eyes flashed with determination.

Under the sound of familiar music, Aber stood in front of the window with his hands in his pockets.

He loved the music so much. Listening to it, and witnessing today's actions, Aber would suddenly feel that he was the man standing on the blood of the dead mountains.

He was bathing in blood, looking down like a king, and said hoarsely, "Are you killing? No, that's never been my heart."

People worship.

Butthat \ 'snottheshapeofmyheart, yes, no?

Abel's eyes became very deep, and today's scene will not be his inner will.

Whose heart will want to be a puppet? Even if it would be at the peak of No. 17 security zone, it would be above 10,000 people, it would not make sense.

He had great talent, courage and wisdom, and he became his master after all.

Moreover, it is the supreme, true master with autonomous will.

So, is the means important in the process? Is history important? History is written by the victors.

Of course, if it was before, this period of life as a puppet would become extremely long.

But now? He will quietly receive an extremely important credit.

puppet? No, let's leave it to the Ons. With this credit, he will make a request like the star council behind the forces.

Then, taking this opportunity, it was truly peaceful.

Abbott thought of it, he couldn't hold back his excitement, and he couldn't go wrong. He had reached the last step.

Looking at the departing figure, Andrew narrowed his eyes, and he said to Genk next to him, "I always think that Abbott has his own plans, and I have become a **** of him."

Genk did not speak, and he was not good at power plots. So, he was just sorting out his marching backpack, combat suit and weapons, no matter what kind of disputes happened.

In short, there will be a very fierce, completely different battle, and he needs to prepare for it.

However, Genk's calmness could not affect Andrew, and he was always indifferent and very personable.

He stood up, kicked and flew a long knife in front of him, and the long knife flew, stabbing into the cave wall with a swipe of "brush".

It seems that this is not enough, Andrew walked aside, took a bottle of the strongest shochu from the wine rack, unscrewed the bottle cap, and raised his head ‘Gudu Gudu’ and poured it down by a third.

He used to never drink alcohol, and he would exercise restraint no matter what happened.

But now he can't help it. He feels his powerlessness. In the case that the opponent is much stronger than himself, any kind of frustration with any wisdom, hard work and calculation is powerless.

One hand held Andrew, and then he took the bottle from his hand.

"What are you angry about? You knew the gap between you and Eber from the beginning." Genk was very indifferent. Shouldn't this have been accepted long ago?

But this sentence seemed to stimulate Andrew. He looked at Genk with an angry look: "Wine, give me wine."

Genk hesitated, and passed the wine to Andrew.

Andrew took another sip and said, "I never refused to accept facts. But I never thought that facts would be so cruel."

"Genk, Tang Ling has a problem, do you know? Tang Ling has a huge problem. Didn't you hear those words just now?"

"I heard it. Tang Ling should be a strong man." Genk couldn't help but look out of the cave toward the hall.

There is also a ranking of the first reserve camp on the stone wall in the hall. Genk's name naturally holds first, while Tang Ling's name is still the last.

"Strong? No, no, these questions are not important to me at all." Andrew shook his head, took another sip of wine, and then said, "Importantly, Tang Ling is an opportunity."

"Understand? There is a big problem with this person, which also means that he is a great opportunity. But this opportunity was intercepted by Eber. See what he means, there will no longer be any credit for me ..." Andrew Yue said The more excited he was, the wine bottle was pinched directly in his hand, and he allowed the blood to overflow, and then said, "Hatefully, I have to do something for him and make him ..."

"I, how can I be willing?" Andrew said finally, clinging to his head.

Genk was silent, pulled Andrew's hand and treated the wound for him, and he said a long time later: "If you are not willing, why do you have to do what he said?"

Andrew's eyes were empty, but after hearing Genk's words, his eyes gradually and gradually regained some vitality.

He suddenly laughed, clenched Genk's hand, and gritted his teeth, and said, "Yeah, why didn't I think about it? In some matter, as long as I move my hands and feet a little, things will go completely opposite. Abbott's plan will fail. "

"Genk, it turns out that you are a man of great wisdom, and I'm not as good as you." Andrew suddenly laughed wildly.

And Genk shook his head. He never understood what Andrew was going to do.

However, what kind of shock will this storm already cause?

Su Yao was panting fiercely, and his high-speed flight made his heart almost unable to bear the fierce beating.

There are huge secrets on him.

Now he had to stay away for a while.

But Tang Ling, will Tang Ling have problems? From the perspective of secret intelligence, Tang Ling has not received attention and is temporarily safe.

Su Yao stopped and came here, it should be safe.

Su Yao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his tightly squeezed hand loosened. There was a piece of parchment paper with only one line of words: "Begin cleaning, run away. Who are you?"

Looking at this sentence and expressing two meanings, Su Yao couldn't help smirking bitterly. He sat down and waited until his breath was calm. Then he slowly felt a cigarette from his body and lit it.

As the mist of smoke spread, Su Yao began to talk to himself.

"How long has it been? Twenty-two years? Or twenty-three years?"

"I'm afraid the people in this place have forgotten me?"

"Oh, I will soon forget myself."

While talking, Su Yao frowned and pulled something out of her arms. It was an iron box, maybe a long time ago, there were rust on the iron box.

Su Yao's big hand caressed the surface of the iron box with eyes of nostalgia.

As if he saw the sunshine 30 years ago, and saw the guy who was dangling, wearing a patchwork cloth, squatting on the pile of firewood, holding a grass root, looking at him: "Hey, you See? My clothes are real fabrics. Would you like to come over and touch them? The texture of the fabrics. "

"Oh, silly X." Su Yao laughed and opened the tin box with his hands.

"Why are you so stupid, you can run if you can't win, what are you and them dead? Let me see, X, there is blood on his head." When he spoke, he tore off his precious commoner, and messed up for himself. Rubbing the blood on his head, and by the way the blood on his body.

run? Who doesn't know to run? The problem is that I can't run away.

Didn't that silly X finally run away, and turned back to himself, to fight with the group of village tyrants?

In fact, sometimes why do so many people follow? Is it because he is strong? Is it because he has an amazing family background? Or is it because of something else?

None of it.

At least Su Yao asked himself that his unrelenting follow from now on should be from the moment he turned around, and he did not hesitate to stand in front of him, because he tore off his precious cloth, wiped his blood, and bandaged himself that moment.

Some people, you follow him, and have no regrets, directly deliver life, because that person is like a silly X.

"Hehe." Su Yao laughed, and took out a liquid from the iron box with his hand. Even in this dimly-lit hut, this liquid exudes a radiant light, which makes people unbearable to look away. .

In addition, there is a transparent thing, which is obviously carved with a superior product crystal, which was also taken by Su Yao.

This sculpted image is a dog head that doesn't look very good.

I am afraid that only that silly X can come up with such a lack of influence and such a 'creative' sign.

"You know that fart. This dog was a dog when I was a kid. I picked it in the woods. You don't understand its loyalty, the kind of loyalty that guards me for my life."

"And I, too, shoulder the guardianship. Guard this era, guard our planet. Hey, look, what a cute dog head this is."

"Dog's head ..." Su Yao's fingers rubbed the dog's head repeatedly, then gently held it, his hands slowly began to force.

The past is like a smoke, floating like a dream all the time, can't hold it, but it can't be separated.

This silly dog ​​head once shined in this world.

Time is long, do people forget it?

However, it doesn't matter ... Su Yao's hands appeared with blue tendons, and cracks began to appear on the transparent crystal dog's head, and then slowly shattered ...

It's back again.

There was a kid named Tang Ling who really appeared.

I hope he is not stupid X, because that stupid X eventually failed, and the era should still belong to cold-blooded, intelligent and powerful people, right?

But he should be silly, right? No proof now, will there be proof later? After all, the blood of that silly X was flowing on him.

Teams of elite fighters stormed through the entire 17th safe zone, from the inner city to the outer city.

At this time, the line cast by identity disappeared inexplicably.

Because whether you are a noble or a civilian, the moment you are taken away, you become a prisoner.

And mostly death row.

"Master Ahan, will Master Morin also put on the gray shackles of the death row?" An elite warrior looked at Ahan with anxiety.

With a silk scarf in his hand, Ahan seemed to dislike the dirty smell in the market. He covered his nose, deep under his eyes, and some gloomy eyes stared directly at the soldier: "Do you sympathize with him?"

"No, I don't, I just ..." The elite warrior wanted some excuse, but the words of firm denial could not be said from his mouth.

Lord Maureen is very much loved. He is one of the few aristocrats who will not despise civilians, but will come to the outer city from time to time, bringing some food and other things to everyone in the poorest and chaotic places of the outer city.

Even, he deliberately cultivates and educates these children born in poverty and chaos. He is kind.

"Handcuff this guy, too, I suspect he's also a thief," Ahan said lightly.

The young elite warrior was shackled, representing the gray shackles of the death row.

His body began to tremble, his face turned dark, and his expression was unbelievable, but when he saw the calm eyes of Lord Maureen, he was given an inexplicable comfort at this desperate moment.

"Let's go, incomplete cleaning, I don't know how many dirty fleas are in this city." Ahan seemed to complain that he was very tired.

Then, he spoke again: "Three days later, Glory Plaza believes that it will be very busy. A large number of death row prisoners will be beheaded. Will it cause an epidemic? In this era, the virus is also very powerful."

This sentence made the death row prisoners in the line even more heavy and ugly, but Ahan suddenly said: "If there is valuable information, maybe not so much People die. "

While talking, he took a special look at Moline.

Maureen was an old man with gray hair, but he was always calm, elegant, and his blue eyes were full of kindness.

At the glance facing Aahan, his body shuddered inexplicably, but soon recovered his calmness.

Ahan is very proud, is this stubborn old guy afraid? If various valuable information is interrogated later, his future will be extremely bright.

Although it is certain to become Captain Ziyue, but what if we can go one step further? For example, becoming a Deputy Speaker? Ahan has begun dreaming.

He didn't know that Morin's trembling was not because of his threatening eyes, but because the necklace pendant on his chest seemed to shake and cracks appeared.

Legend of the smithy.

The boss is a small but extremely strong man. He doesn't seem to feel anything in the face of the sudden cleaning operation in No. 17 safety zone.

He is still building a batch of gimmicks with his apprentice. No matter what upheaval happens, some of the most basic tools are always needed in the safe zone, and the boss's business will not be affected.

The sound of 'Ding Ding Dang Dang' is as usual in the smithy, but the boss is building a sword in the interior.

I don't know if he used too much force, he kept cherishing a hand, and suddenly one of the beads like obsidian cracked.

The boss stopped hitting the iron, squinting his eyes, stroking the bead, and then suddenly strode to the outside.

"Guys, it doesn't seem to be very peaceful today. Let go of your work and take a break. I'm closing for two days."

Mysterious Garden Restaurant.

A high-end restaurant popular among the nobles in the inner city. There are several exquisite specialties here. If you don't book in advance, it is impossible to eat.

The vigorous cleaning began.

However, most people staying out of the matter, so the business of Mystery Garden Restaurant may have been affected, but the impact was not large.

Many aristocrats who pre-ordered special dishes waited patiently in the lobby. When the private room of the Mysterious Garden Restaurant opened, they could taste those enchanting dishes.

The owner of the restaurant appeared at this time.

He is really a noble-like person, his blond hair is always tangled behind his ears, without any clutter.

The beard is also well managed, thick and deliberately shaped into a figure-eight, which looks very graceful.

"Dear lords, I'm sorry. Hesitating that there are some special operations in the safe zone today. In order to cooperate with the operation, the restaurant temporarily decided to snooze."

"Of course, in order to show sincerity, the Mysterious Garden Restaurant will make double compensations to your distinguished adults. After all, the time that adults wait is also precious."

After saying these two words, the boss turned to leave with a sorry smile.

Of course, his polite words and manners have also been understood, although there are some regrets.

Sorry? The boss couldn't take care of it anymore, he always held his favorite small piece in his hand, which seemed to be carved from jade.

If you pay attention to it, the small pieces in his hands seem to have cracks.

Outer city, a lonely bar.

There is usually no business, and there is no business even when we meet today's big cleaning activity.

The boss is a weird. This is the evaluation Tang Tang gave to the boss twice.

He is very weird, he never cares about his business, and he doesn't care about the chaos on the street.

The hunting fighters, all kinds of crying, refusal to arrest those who were beaten, and civilians were careful but could not help but inquire.

He made a glass of sweet leaf wine for himself. This is a specialty wine of the No. 17 safety zone. Unless people have visited this small bar, no one knows that only this boss can bring out the most authentic sweetness in the whole No. 17 safety zone. Leaf wine.

Taking a sip of wine, the boss repeatedly wiped a weird object in his hand. It looked like a sword, but there was a hole at the top of the slightly rounded sword body, like a muzzle.

If you occasionally see it, you can't help but exclaim: "What the **** is this?"

Time has passed too long, and people's forgetfulness is so great, so fewer people can call it the name of the snake attack.

The boss wiped something out of his mind. He kept staring at the old clock hanging on the wine cabinet. This old clock was occasionally inaccurate when walking. In fact, there are some special things, because at 12 o'clock, there does not represent time. The number 12, but not a small red gem.

Although the condition is not good, it is a gem after all, isn't it?

But how did this gem crack silently at this time?

"It's time." The strange boss suddenly stopped the wiping action and stood up. The moment he stood up, he seemed a little lazy, and even his body suddenly burst into an amazing momentum.

The same scene was quietly performed in various places in the No. 17 security zone.

Some of them may be little nobles, some may be in the corners of the poor and chaotic corners, some may be the bosses of the humble pulping place, and some may be the old ladies leading a group of helpless women ... Du unified chose to stop everything at this time and start waiting.

There are all kinds of shattered things, but countless hands poke away those shattered things in secret places, and there will be a dog head that makes people laugh.

As Wolf said, I want to know what will happen to the 17th safe zone where the upheaval is finally up.

‘Woo’ ‘woo’ ‘woo’ ...

The barrier of hope made a long chirping sound with a special tremolo.

This is the long-awaited sound of first-level combat readiness.

At this moment, whether it is a soldier who is still fighting on the battlefield, or a soldier who is busy on the farm, who is on duty and resting ... all respond immediately.

Back immediately to the barrier of hope, an amazing battle is about to begin!

What the **** happened? Everyone started to feel uneasy. The long-sounding sound of first-level combat readiness is almost a symbolic concept. No one thinks it will really ring.

Because the meaning of its sound is very different, not only everyone in the barrier is expected to hear it, but even people in the entire 17th safety zone will hear it.

"What happened?" Sure enough, the people in the No. 17 safety zone began to feel uneasy at this time, whether it was the inner city or the outer city. .

"What happened?" Yang Kong also heard the long rumbling sound.

"Begin." Feikong sat upright.

"It's started." Wolfe narrowed his deep eyes, and Zuo Wen ran to the side where he could see the ruined battlefield, and suddenly clenched his fists: "So, what a mean way? Is it really suitable Their philosophy. "

"It's started." Abb listened intently to the music in the room, and began to dance in an addicted dance.

"It's started." The strange boss of the bar.

"it has started."

"it has started."

....

Now that it's started ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ then the rest is to wait, wait for everything that will eventually erupt, wait for the results to appear.

"Fuck, what happened? Tang Ling, did I hear it wrong? Long sound of first-level combat readiness?" Auston opened his eyes suddenly, the first thought was to ask Tang Ling.

Tang Ling also opened his eyes. Is it wrong? The long rumbling sound of first-class combat? !!

Along with this long-sounding sound, a burning anxiety like burning in fire instantly spread throughout Tang Ling's body.

This is not a sense of crisis, but means something that cannot be avoided at all? Tang Ling is not sure, what does this anxiety represent?

"Let's go, back to the barrier of hope." Tang Ling stood up and stomped the fire with a few feet.

"These ..." The harvest in Manglin always needs to be cleaned up, right?

"No." Tang Ling looked to the barrier of hope, but at a glance, the anxiety seemed to turn into a substantial scorching, causing his whole body to start heating, and sweat began to spread on his forehead.