Song of Time – Dusk Awakening Verse

Early on Wednesday morning, the genius was overwhelmed, and Master Lonnie was drowsy asleep when he was called out from the bed.

Today is the first trial of the conference. The Marquis of West has prepared for several weeks only for the video broadcast of these days. He mobilized all his staff to transport the equipment to the pre-determined recording location and arrange preparation work. At that time, the sky was still dark and his vision was dim. He shouted instructions for a while and he was busy, and then returned to the station. He was told that the slacker boy was still sleeping, and his beard trembled with anger.

"All day long, I know that I'm not doing my job properly! Go!" He screamed a few words with the sleepy confused egg, called several servants to bring tool backpacks, and drove the boy to the "construction site" to help.

Kuo Shao could only dawdle to the playing field outside the guild hall with a yawn. After the banquet yesterday, the outer red wall was transformed into three high and low railings by the earth force. The stone benches and tables in the circle were all erased and replaced with sixteen protective nets. The round stage-this is where the mercenaries stood when they competed.

At this moment, the genius is just bright. Yesterday all the tourists and tourists who were not awakened from the hangover were still in their sleep. Except for the technicians in blue and white overalls who were busy with the huge video camera, there were only more than ten people in black. Rock city guard in red uniform. Kuo Shao squinted his eyes and circled the low railing aimlessly. He didn't find anything that could help him. He simply brought a few servants to the edge of the round table and slumped his shoulders to sleep.

He didn't know how long he slept, and gradually felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, and his eyes were shining with red light. When he opened his eyes, the huge blazing sun had already risen to the top of the city, and the hot golden light was shining on the venue of the martial arts competition, whizzing past. The dry wind is really a bit of iron and blood battlefield.

Lonnie's eyes were dazzled by the hot sun, and he quickly stood up and patted his cloak jacket. He hid in the shade and rubbed his eyes before looking around the venue. Outside the three-story railing, there was a lot of people, crowded, and crowded on high places. Looking down with the telescope specially provided by the "Caro" workshop, the conversations and shouts were noisy and noisy.

He was looking at the distant view blankly, and a servant walked over quickly behind him, pointed to the commanding platform surrounded by countless red ribbons in front of the guild hall, and asked in a low voice: "Master, the master has arrived at the venue. I'm calling you over."

"Don't go, don't go!" Kuo Shao refused without even thinking. He looked at the figures of many mercenaries outside the dozens of round tables around him. He rolled his eyes, smirked and picked up his olfactory power, and began to wander around the room. people. He knows that today's first day of competition is a team competition, and tomorrow is an individual competition. The Miss Turner, known as the "Ice Phoenix", will definitely appear!

His tasteless supernatural power was useless, he found someone to help him, and it didn't take long for him to smell the peculiar Rhea aroma with strong wine flavor. He Le Taotao ran towards the source of the fragrance. He just turned the podium and saw the red dress. He was about to move up with joy, but found that a wall of people suddenly lined up in front of him. Seven or eight big men with bear head cloaks held up their hands and blocked his way, each of them looked fierce and evil, and the person in front was indeed the "Ice Bear" captain Anare who had come to the reception.

"Haha, Mr. Anare, good morning, good morning..." He quickly adjusted the red hair that was scattered after running, and smiled dryly and wanted to come forward to strike up a conversation, but the other party didn't care about him at all, just reached out to his waist. Short bludgeon brushed a few times, with a sneer on the corners of his lips. As soon as he saw this appearance, how could he dare to think about it anymore, and then drily to say a few words, turned around and left, for fear of being intercepted by them.

After three cannons on the city gate, the team trials officially opened. Due to the tight schedule of the competition, the entire preliminaries adopt the form of "defense", divided into sixteen arenas. The winner is the ringmaster and can continue to accept the challenge; the loser also has a chance to comeback and can find another ring to challenge again. The sixteen teams left at the end can enter the finals.

Lonnie slowly walked back and forth in the fan-shaped arena for two laps, watching dozens of hundreds of people on the round stage catching Bianwu, shouting and screaming, and after a few times, he really felt bored. He wanted to see the arena of the "Ice Bear" competition again, and was afraid of being caught and driven out by the group of "crudes", seeing that the first round of the competition was almost over, he was wondering if he was going to command. After taking a break, Yu Guang suddenly saw a figure wearing a white cloak and holding a mahogany pipe standing on the ring in the distance. His footsteps suddenly stopped. Isn't this the mysterious white robe monk who disappeared? Thinking of his "master apprenticeship plan", he regained his spirit, and Le Diandian ran over.

"Your Excellency, do you remember me? Ge..." He quickly stood under the stage and saw that the fighting above was not fierce. He was busy trying to get close to the white robe monk, and he didn't want to see the silver sunshade on the other side. The lavender girl wearing a straw hat under the umbrella suddenly seemed to be pinched by her neck, and she couldn't send a word.

This familiar dress... isn't it just Princess Miyou from Nakukuni! ? She... how did she come to Rock City? I even participated in the competition, it's impossible... that person is here too! ? He thought of the existence that had almost become a nightmare in his heart. He couldn't help but an excited spirit, and subconsciously wanted to slip away. Unexpectedly, the person on the stage happened to speak in response.

"It's you..." Yun Xuan took a lazy mouthful of his cigarette, glanced at the little apprentice who flashed from the left to the right and the fire monk on the opposite side, who was fighting supernatural powers, and then looked at his side with a serious face ready to take treatment at any time. Yuno turned his head around and glanced at Lonnie strangely, "Are you also here?"

He asked this question, and Shao Kuo didn't dare to leave anymore, so he could only carefully scan in the direction of the girl again, and then quietly sighed without finding the figure, and replied with a smirk: "No, no. I'm here to take care of these video cameras." He waved his hand and compared the huge steel machinery that was erected like a bow outside the round table. He was not ashamed of being idle, but he was a bit complacent.

"Hmm..." The priest asked casually, and didn't care. Seeing that the little apprentice in front of him was playing well, the fire monk was retreating steadily, and even the flame shield couldn't hold it, so he nodded in satisfaction.

"Substitution." He sipped softly and waved his hand to pop up a white circle to cover the Fire monk, and again, one of the four prisoners on the opposite side of the ring, who was bound by a white beam of light, was released. The man wore a slightly worn turquoise leather armor, holding two-foot-long stainless steel daggers in each hand, looking like an agile swordsman.

He had just been released from the prison of supernatural power and was a little dazed. He suddenly saw a bunch of black light arrows shoot over in front of him, and subconsciously blocked the weapon. The black light hit the sword body and immediately exploded a cloud of black flames. How could Fan Tie stop the overbearing power of the Holy Profound, the short sword instantly showed burn marks, and it spread to the handle with the burning temperature. The samurai hurriedly threw the waste sword away, his body flickered with blue light, and he stomped his feet vigorously with anger, waving a single sword straight towards the sea.

The elementary school apprentice and the fire monk you came and I played sternly, but they all collided with divine power from a long distance, and I didn’t feel much danger, but now I saw this swordsman with blood in his eyes leaping towards me, suddenly Some are in a hurry. He hurriedly threw two groups of supernatural power **** to stop the opponent, but was easily flashed by the samurai. He was thinking about whether to take a few steps to avoid the sharp edge, and the teacher's unhurried guidance came from behind him: "Look. Allow him to drop the sword, and turn his magical defense. Don't be afraid of pain, he can't break your defense."

The priest whispered a word to make Jie Hairu take a reassurance pill. He thought that there was a small shop manager behind him who would be ready to treat at any time. He was even more frightened. He calmed down and opened his eyes wide, looking at the shortness of the glaucoma. The sword slashed head-on, gritted his teeth in his right hand and gathered his supernatural power to go up.

The cyan dagger that flashed by the thunderbolt seemed sharp, but when it encountered a thin layer of black power on the boy’s arm, it suddenly became stuck with glue after cutting the clothes. No matter how hard the samurai was, he couldn’t get in. Cents.

As long as the victory of the divine power collision, one depends on the strength of the divine power condensed, and the other depends on the attributes of mutual generation and mutual restraint. The power of the Saint Xuan is the power used by the founding sage of the country, the cohesive strength is unparalleled in the world, and the attribute is even more overbearing. Apart from the power of light, no power dares to make a fuss. Therefore, even though Jiehai is a beginner and has no experience in combat, after this on-site teaching, he can't fall behind.

Seeing that a blow could not be achieved, the swordsman turned around and slashed towards the young boy's unsuspecting waist. After all, Jie Hai was a novice, and couldn't react for a while. The dagger cut open the cloak with a glaucoma blink. As soon as it cut into the thin muscles of his waist, it was blocked by the flow of divine power in the circulation of thoughts.

The blood spattered instantly, and Jiehai shivered from the severe pain. I don’t know why there was an unknown rage in my mind. I closed my eyes and pushed my hands abruptly, and suddenly a black light the size of a basin rushed from my palms, like Like a sledgehammer, the warrior with a sword rushed down the ring.

The poor swordsman was wrapped in hot black flames, screaming and thumping on the ground a few times, before being enveloped by the light and divine power that Yunxuan waved casually, the remaining black light reluctantly fought with the white light for a few seconds before it disappeared. Exhausted, finally rescued him from the pain.

Yuno attached a few healing lights to the wound of the sea, and then came to the edge of the ring, looked at the swordsman's injury, and jumped down to help him carefully treat it, regardless of whether it was in accordance with the rules. .

The warm white light quickly healed the cut wound on the side of Jie Hai's waist, leaving only a light red mark. The elementary school student subconsciously clutched his waist and looked at the injured person who was blocked by Yuno's figure. Suddenly, he felt whether he had taken too much action, and he couldn't help but glance back at the teacher with fear.

Yun Xuan still seemed to be smoking a cigarette bored. Just now, Jie Hai’s full blow was naturally seen in his eyes, and he felt that this little apprentice still had some potential. At this moment, seeing the kid looking back, he did not show any joy, and his stern face was drawn a few more times. The mouthful of cigarettes murmured softly: "Pay attention to your measure."

"Yes." The young man replied, and then turned his head. Two white lights flashed in front of him. Among the remaining few people were released a defensive warrior holding a shield, and a shooter with double guns on his waist. . The opponent changed from one to two, and he dared not to be careless, and he condensed his spirit and stood firm, ready to respond to the attack.

But the two on the opposite side had no intention to fight. First, they ran to the ring to look at their companion's injuries, and then stared at the white-clothed monk bitterly, turning their bowels blue with regret. They originally saw these fledgling teenagers and wanted to pick up a soft persimmon, but they did not expect to be treated as a sharpening stone. This competition was recorded and broadcasted by a dedicated person. If it continues like this, it will become a laughing stock. They will find it difficult to gain a foothold in Rock City in the future. In desperation, the two could only announce their surrender to the red-robed referee guarding the round stage, and left the ring with the injured swordsman with the other two members downcast.

Lonnie stayed aside to witness the entire battle, and admired the magic of the "future master" that would imprison people casually. Seeing that the "Master" walked slowly towards the "senior brother" with a pipe in his mouth as if he wanted to talk, he didn't dare to bother, he swept around and didn't see any acquaintances, so he wandered around to the side of the parasol. The girl leaned back and struck up a conversation: "Miss Miyou, it's been a long time, do you remember me?"

The girl turned her head slowly when she heard the sound, stared at him with big round eyes for a few seconds, and nodded slowly to show that she remembered, but suddenly a sharp curse came out from under the wide straw hat: "Who? It’s a hot day to disturb the bird sleeping again!"

As soon as the voice fell, Fat Bird's chubby little head came over from Miyou's other shoulder. On the top of his pointed beak there was a pair of pocket sunglasses that he had obtained from nowhere, and he lifted his wings up, shouting innocently. Drink it: "Who are you! Go away quickly! Be careful, you are welcome!"

"Your Excellency Ahuang, it's me, Lonnie! Why have you forgotten, I have invited you to a banquet." Kuo Shao quickly explained with a smile.

The Fat Bird couldn't remember anything else. He had some impressions about what he had eaten. After looking at him for a long time, it seemed to be a bit familiar, before turning his head back and yelling unhappily, "Don't be noisy, this bird has just eaten the big jade steamer. Soup dumplings, and thirteen dishes..." It muttered a few words and then the voice gradually died down, Kuo Shao didn't know what it meant, and he didn't dare to ask. Staring at each other.

It was almost noon, when the sun was scorching, and people were dizzy. Lonnie didn't eat or drink this morning. He only felt dry and dry. He couldn't help but wiped a sweat on his forehead. Feeling a little frustrated with some useless work, he suddenly passed a bottle of green iced juice in front of him. He couldn't help stunned.

He looked up at the girl's innocence with sincere eyes, and looked at the bottle of juice that had just been taken out of the cold-storage bag, and his heart was shocked. He couldn't speak for a moment, and took the drink against the bright white light. The cold touch made his hand numb with gratitude. When he looked at the girl, he turned around and stared at the figures on the ring intently.

He clenched the bottle of juice, uncovered the bottle cap and dipped a sip, only to feel like a shower of noodles, the whole body was refreshing, and his mind was empty for a moment, and he couldn't help but breathe out a deep breath. Look back. Look at the tsunami frenzy of the mountains around the venue, and the divine power practitioners tumbling fiercely on the sixteen-round platform, but no one has a gaze on him, no one has a moment to care about his sweaty face— -He has never discovered that he is so incompatible with this **** battlefield.

Suddenly he felt a little tired, a little helpless, and a little at a loss. He couldn't bring up the interest in watching the game anymore. He hung his head down without focus, and walked towards the exit of the venue step by step.

On the ring that Yun Xuan was guarding, there was another group of challengers who wanted to try their luck, but the front of the "Ice Bear" was deserted, and no one dared to challenge it.

The name "Ice Phoenix" is a famous brand in Rock City. Regardless of the strength of the A-level mercenary, this team leader is notoriously loyal and fair, and has a close relationship with the "Caro" workshop lady, even if it is not easy to mess with at first sight. The giant was not there, and few people really dared to get together to stroke the tiger's beard-after all, each participating team only has one chance to comeback. If you choose the wrong target, you will regret it.

Rhea stood still in the shadow hidden by Latis, stroked the magic longbow hanging on the waist with his left hand, and seemed to unintentionally glance at the ring not far from his right hand. The round stage was actually empty at the moment, and there was almost no one standing around the arena. There was only one loyal referee in red robe, guarding the skull and double-winged banner on the stage alone under the scorching sun.

"The ghost wings guys are so arrogant, they don't even come..." The team leader Analei saw the big sister's head and looked at the enemy's site, and couldn't help muttering softly. The female archer heard the anger mixed in his words, but still stared at the ring without speaking. The giant Ratis stood like a cast statue, except for the short hair that was trembling by the wind, almost motionless.

Standing on the stage and having nothing to do on this hot day is really boring and irritating. Analei looked up at the sun and wiped sweat on his face, and shrank his teeth into the shadow that Panta had turned into a giant bear. He glanced at the teammate who was sitting on the ground with a white cloth head and a windproof white scarf, dressed as a desert oasis Maluri, and he couldn't help but feel happy: "Kukuwala, look at your linen scarf... Are you not afraid of being bored?"

"What do you know, it's not hot like this." The young man named Kukuwala hid his entire face in the white cloth, only showing a black nose and a pair of amber eyes. He stroked it. A few strands of dark yellow hair leaking under the turban, the tone is quite relaxed and cheerful, but the voice is dry and dumb as if mixed with sand, "I said, if you are afraid of heat, it is better to ask the older sister and let her give you some Ice water."

"Bah, I'm not afraid of heat." Analei would not show his timidity in front of his family, raised his neck, tried to ignore the sweat dripping from his forehead, and leaned his chest against the fur of a giant bear that was burned by the sun. To prove that what you said is true. But before he could bear it, he jumped forward by the heat from behind him desperately squeezing, pulling up his cloak and fanning, attracting bursts of teasing from his teammates.

The laughter and scolding of the two players did not attract Ria's eyes. She still looked at the ring, silently speculating on the list of players that "Ghost Wing" would appear in the final. The deserted scenes of the qualifiers have long been expected by her. The major mercenary teams in Rock City usually have contact with each other, and they know each other's strengths and strengths. No one will waste the opportunity to challenge, unless it is those who have nothing. Known outsiders...

She moved her heart, and slowly looked around the entire competition venue, but did not find the five Keonis in silver cloaks. The "Ice Bear" ring is at one end of the corner of the fan-shaped arena, and the view on the opposite side is blocked by the high platform, making her not sure where the guys are at the moment, but as long as they can get through the preliminaries, there will always be a match. opportunity……

Just as she was looking at the distance and diverging her thoughts, there was a sudden noise from the direction of the city gate. She turned her head like an electric fire and saw only a large area of ​​dark iron-clad puppet soldiers carrying guns and live ammunition. With footsteps, two guarding iron walls drained from the gate of the city, sweeping away the pedestrians on the road. Immediately afterwards, a square armored vehicle of military standard drove in quickly from outside the city. The body was painted with a golden pentagram ring, and a white celestial pennant representing the Academy of Sciences was hung. Who is the passenger inside the vehicle? Just about to come out.

Is it Leah’s father... The female archer had heard that this great figure from the Academy of Sciences was coming to Rock City to participate in the conference, but did not see it at the opening yesterday, thinking that the intelligence was wrong, but unexpectedly the opponent would arrive suddenly during the game.

Anyway, he will be fine when he arrives, Leah will be happy again... She thought of the little girl who had been hiding in the laboratory since the reception, and she couldn't help but chuckle, suddenly if something happened. He suddenly turned his head to look at the center of the venue.

Under the almost white blazing sunlight, the General Salerno in a uniform stood beside the scarlet lion head at some point. He held his waist knife without saying a word. He was not interested in this noisy arena. He only stared at the armored car that was fast moving towards the west highlands of the city. His tousled red hair and long cloak were all swiftly in the faintly bulging divine power around him. Vibrating, like a ball of flame shining in the center of this dry sand.