Knight of the Light

To the south of the Cold Wind City, a hidden and dense fog city, a dark city in the shadows.

As a dark place of ghosts, the North is a terrible place where no one can enter. In the eyes of southerners, all living under the iron curtain are monsters, or blasphemers who associate with demons. No one understands the plight and history of the North.

In dense fog city, endless light mist lingers all year round, because the city was built in a geothermal fountain area. The rolling hot springs gush all year round, bringing huge heat and fog to the icy ground. But this is not a good thing.

There is a strong smell of sulfur in the hot spring. This is a sign of abyss and purgatory in the eyes of mortals. The hot spring is the gateway to the territories of demons and demons.

Humans have more than once wanted to close the surface hot springs, but the power of nature can make this effort extremely ridiculous. When mortals find that the well that they have been trying to land for months has been easily broken, frustration and fear cannot be added.

However, there are still a large number of residents living in the dense fog city, because it will be warmer, even fewer monsters and demons, much stronger than other towns biting by the cold wind.

The ruler of Thick Mist City is the Doruixing family, a family that is quite prosperous. The city's owner, Johnson Dori, had a dozen children and more than a hundred grandchildren. There are no other Cavaliers in the city, only their own family.

However, the Doruixing family is prosperous, but the population of Nongwu City is quite withering. It is the smallest of the seventeen cities in the North, with a population of over 10,000. The population has continued to decrease over the years. Why?

"What?" The eldest son of the family, Larry, slaps at the table in the Hall of Concubines in Thick Mist City. "My lord wants us to eat more food for the poor ghosts. There is no extra food now. Feed the poor ghosts, what do we eat ? "

The second daughter, Angeline, also jumped up and exclaimed, "Father, we can no longer consume food indiscriminately. Without food, we will starve to death. Let those pariahs die. They live like ghosts and have no right to live in this world. gasp."

The third son, Marmara, also exasperated, "The pariah poor ghost is like a parasite. It is a greedy demon. It only lays on us to **** blood. We are feeding them, but they never know how to be grateful."

There were seven or eight children and dozens of grandchildren yelling in the wooden hall, as if the clown at the circus was holding a meeting, and the head of Johnson Dory, who was sitting above him, was going to blow up.

"Stop." His Excellency Dorui Xing shouted, and the hall was quiet quickly. "You will make the **** of murder angry like this."

The city lord turned up, facing an idol behind the temple, kneeling and praying, "The great dark day, the supreme master of conspiracy, the omnipotent only god."

The owner shouted on his knees, and the children in the temple also went to the place to kneel down to show respect. Everyone shouted in concord, praising Sirek's holy name.

"We follow your holy spirit and give food and hope to the poor and poor. They are grouped together, eating unimaginable food, wearing thick, close-fitting clothing, and living in warm and comfortable houses.

The poor are very grateful now. I let them work, and they worked. I let them rest and they went to sleep. I made them warriors, and they fought bravely. Everything follows your instructions and there is no slacking. "

The prayers of nearly a hundred people echoed repeatedly, sounding neat and solemn. When it was about to end, Johnson Sensui asked formally, "As a humble and ignorant servant, I hope to get more instructions from my Lord."

'Hopefully get more instructions from my master', nearly a hundred son-in-law pressed his head on the floor, and the sound of prayer lingered on the beam-as a result, the wooden idol was really shimmering, a holy **** appeared out of thin air, slowly floating under.

Oops, Cyric is real.

In the palace, the members of the Dorothy family were pale, and everyone was scolding-we just talked about it, and never thought of any obligation. "Dark day", don't you feel so tired when you send your holy diaries so diligently?

The Holy Spirit was about to float in front of Johnson Senri, and his eldest son, Larry, whispered, "Father, don't pick it up. This is definitely for us to raise pariahs, don't pick it up."

The second daughter, Angeline, also yelled, "Father, what do we do if you mess up again? You like to raise the poor ghosts and raise them yourself. You can't deduct our food."

There is a vote of children and grandchildren behind, and the third son, Marmara, said angrily, "I would have liked to continue to believe in the Goddess of Winter if I knew it this way. 'Frost' would at least require some untouchables to sacrifice in the cold wind, 'Dark Sun' It's our life. "

"Shut up!" Johnson Sensui turned back and yelled. "At this time, if you don't pick up the Holy Ghost, a dark thunder can't kill me, just like 'Frost' killed your grandfather a few months ago. You are Can't wait to replace me? "

The children and grandchildren can only sigh and watch the owner take over the falling holy shrine. It was a Bai Sensen's bone with a string of incomprehensible words on it.

Johnson was lucky to be holding the Holy Bone, and God's Word entered his brain directly. His cold, terrifying voice sounded through his mouth in the temple, "Servants, I hope your actions are as pious and respectful as your prayers.

The soul-cultivating cheats that I teach are unprecedented creations, a tried and tested rule of success, and 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 the loser is not qualified to live. "

The holy majesty is trembling. When Bai Sensen's bones shattered, everyone in the hall lay on the floor for a long time. Just waiting for them to breathe a sigh of relief, the eggplants beaten by frost, lethargic.

It's over, it's over!

Ciric is indeed a mad god, and mortals have no way to understand its divergent thinking. God knows what it thinks about this **** of spreading lies and conspiracy, inducing slaughter and trickery?

The key is to waste food to feed those untouchables and poor ghosts. How can we live this day?

Johnson jumped up from the floor, and walked out of the palace without saying a word. When he stepped out of the gate of the temple and looked at the city on the high steps, what he saw was the white mist of hot springs, and the poor ghosts and untouchables as busy as the walking dead.

Outside the palace is a circle of low walls that serve as a division between the nobility and the pariah.

Spearmen are stationed on the low wall to ensure that the ugly and ugly pariahs are obedient and work hard-the environment of dense fog city cannot even log and mine, but the mud and water flowing from the hot spring are not Little baby.

As for the little incident of the Doruixing family, we must start from half a year ago. The cause of the source must be linked to a guy named Victor Hugo.

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