Song of Time – Dusk Awakening Verse

There was a lot of noise in the boulder arena.

However, when these splashing noises reached the protective cover outside the arena, it seemed to be blocked by a layer of filter net and disappeared completely.

There are six figures standing on the platform. On one side is the red-haired swordsman Eamon J, known as the **** of war in the arena, and on the other side is a five-person team composed of three men and two women. They move in a tacit understanding between them. Judging from eye contact, it should be a team with considerable combat experience.

Amon stood on the west edge of the platform in a black short-sleeved shirt, folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and stayed still. His iconic magic sword was inserted diagonally on the floor behind him, nearly half of the blade plunged into it. It can be seen that the sharpness is extraordinary.

Opposite him, the five-man squad was covered with tight khaki thick leather armor from head to toe, with only the eyes exposed, enclosing a fan-shaped staggered front and back, and dragging close to him with various weapons.

There was no wind or sound on the platform, and even the sun seemed exceptionally gentle, reducing the burning anger. The five people walked three steps and backed two steps, constantly changing directions, staggering their positions, seeming to be calculating the best time to launch the most advantageous offensive.

The battle that just started on the platform was dull, but it did not affect the crowds who had fallen into madness on the periphery, because the fast broadcaster Jesse took advantage of this boring time, and was impatient and excited to talk about his idol. "The opponent of God J today is our well-known B-level team: Star Chaser... Well, although I don't understand why he chose such an opponent, he probably just wants to move his muscles and bones... Ha! In short, about I won’t introduce more about the Star Chaser team—it’s really nothing to talk about. If you don’t know, just ask the side..."

"...Speaking of it, I haven't seen God J for a long time since I cleared the rock climbing beast lair last time. This time I come back, it must be related to our highly anticipated S-level mission! S-level! S-level! Really, if I am a mercenary, I will apply for a try. Even if I can’t participate, it’s a lot of knowledge! Haha..."

From the steel-frame broadcasting studio extending from the back of the platform, there were bursts of mocking laughter, but the mercenaries in the stands couldn't make any laugh. This rare S-level mission would have everyone had the opportunity to fight. Who knows that it was not long after it was released but it was decided to leave...

The mercenaries listened to the dry laughter and felt a little depressed when they thought of this missed opportunity. Suddenly, Jesse seemed to have noticed his failure to speak, and stopped the laughter and coughed a few times, trying to ease it. The atmosphere, but suddenly raised his voice and screamed: "It moved! The Star Chaser team finally started to attack. The two leading swordsmen were known for their agility. They flirted with each other and blocked J with skill. The possibility of God's attack on the rear..."

"Well, the caster of the guard has released the ice and fire powers respectively. It is a perfect match for thousands of years! The field is now dominated by the Star Chaser team. We can see that the ice belt has expanded to the feet of God J, God J No movement! He dissipated the incoming fire dragon, but still did not move! It seems that this degree of magic radiation is no different from tickling to him!"

"Seeing the green light, the agile swordsman has also brought up his supernatural power. There is still a player on the field that has not been seen for the time being... The ice belt is heated by the flames behind, and thick fog has begun to appear. It seems that the star chaser The team intends to use the fog cover to launch a raid, can they succeed in the end!"

"Come on! There are two tricky spikes in the fog, I can't see their speed anymore! Ah! God J really blocked them, he only used one hand! This level is not good enough to hurt God J Too far!"

"How did I hear the explosion? Look, the last team member finally appeared! He is accelerating, what is he holding in his arms? Is it a bomb? He is accelerating, it seems that he can't stop. He is going to make a desperate move!...He is about to hit God J!"

"Ah...it seems to have made some mistakes, he has already deviated from the direction...only passed by God J...now he has fallen off the platform...Ah! The explosive exploded...Therapists! Please hurry to the west of the venue to rescue God of War bless this guy..."

"The two swordsmen were completely sluggish, and they were also thrown off the platform by God J... It seems that the situation on the court is very obvious. God J has won the victory again... I always feel a subtle sense of loss... Okay, now The two casters also conceded defeat and stepped down. Although they failed this time, I still wish them better performance in the future..."

"This duel of disparity in power is really boring, God J is still standing on the stage now, who else is going to challenge him? Who else? Who else???"

"Okay! I saw a brave woman stepping onto the stage! Wait! Wait! She is not...Oh! This lady is also one of our only thirteen A-level mercenaries, known as Ice Phoenix Miss Nari! It’s really surprising. She hasn’t been to the arena for a long, long time. It seems that there must be a battle against each other today! It is said that she has a very deep relationship with our beloved, lovely and beloved sponsor Miss Carlo Relationship, the bow in her hand...zizi...zizi..."

It's really noisy... Rhea never likes to make her private things public. In this chaotic rock city, low-key work is the safe way to stand. She indifferently looked at the blue ice covering the steel-frame broadcasting room for an instant, until a trembling figure wrapped in a cloak staggered down, and then she gathered the recurved longbow with magic patterns in her hand and folded it into a single piece. The humble diamond-shaped black card was stuffed into the cloak.

She turned around and looked at the red-haired swordsman who had no expression in front of her, even though she opened her eyes, with a little expectation in her heart. Although I have heard of the name of this competitive king for a long time, one is that she is not very interested in duels, and the other is that this big-name master is also a mystery all year round, and the two have never confronted. This time, out of mission considerations, she still decided to try the other party's skills, which was also convenient for future plans and arrangements. She curled her lips when she thought of this, and said provocatively to Eamon: "Come and compare?"

Eamon looked at this unfamiliar female mercenary noncommittal. He came here to relax because he was bored waiting in the workshop. It doesn't matter who is the opponent, except that since this scheduled partner Being here, does it mean... He tilted his head slightly, and really caught a glimpse of Gloria jumping up and waving to him under the platform, if it wasn't for the young man in the cloak beside her to pull it hard, I'm afraid she is going to jump on the stage and make trouble.

Although he was furiously opposed by the alchemist, the red-haired swordsman obviously didn't care at all. He just confirmed the opponent's position, immediately retracted his gaze, and stretched his right hand forward to make a gesture of please.

Rhea smiled slightly, slid forward unceremoniously, first made a few uppercuts to test the opponent's strength, and turned around a few times, but they were all blocked by Emmon lightly. It is definitely not the opponent of the red-haired swordsman of the melee system.

Several attacks were ineffective, and Rhea didn't care at all. The blue light in his hand was hitting the right arm blocked by Emmon, and countless dark blue ice crystals were born in an instant, which stretched rapidly along his arm until he met a red ball on his shoulder. The light stopped. Immediately afterwards, red light shone from under the ice again, and the frozen ice cage that had just condensed was blasted into countless pieces and fell onto the stone platform, smashing out large chunks of frost patterns.

Emmanuel looked at the right arm that was still getting cold, lightly squeezed his fist, and nodded as if he was satisfied with the attack. The red light filled his entire arm, and he took a step forward. With a charged posture, she confronted Ria Haruka with the blue divine light on the opposite side.

The next moment, the swordsman brought out a light mark and slid towards Rhea. The female lord was already on guard, reflecting like an ice wall in front of her, her figure flashing sharply. She knew that the opponent's invincible destructive power could not be blocked by a mere ice wall, but it was only used to block her vision and facilitate subsequent attacks.

Sure enough, the blue ice wall was instantly shattered by Eamon. With this delay, Rhea waved out two ice-tip thorn gloves, and took the other side's undefended waist from bottom to top. Facing the chilly ice spike, the swordsman didn't lift his eyelids. Holding the ice spike with his bare hands, he threw the female lord into the air, and then flew up.

The two jumped and staggered in the air like a dance. Rhea stepped on the ice surface condensed by supernatural power, dodges the other's straight fist with the rapid wind, and the blue light flashes all over her body, building a sharp icicle that reaches the ground. They whirled upwards on the icicles, and the remaining prestige between the hands brought countless icy debris, and they spread down one after another, like crystal snowflakes floating, revealing the thrilling beauty.

The dark blue icicles followed the two people and continued to rise, until the highest point of the protective shield stopped. With nowhere to dodge, Rhea finally couldn't escape the swordsman's seemingly non-stop divine impact, was forced to block a punch frontally, and was instantly knocked to the ground like a cannonball. She gritted her teeth to eliminate the red light in her palm that wanted to pierce crazily inward. With a twist of her brows, an arc of ice flashed out behind her, leading her to slide all the way to the stone platform, rising up again, and finally offsetting it. The violent force impacted.

This time the match was slightly inferior, Rhea stood up on the stage and stood on the stage, rubbing her aching palms to disperse the ice condensed by the divine power. The next moment, Eamon fell directly from the sky, smashing a huge spider web-like impact pattern on the stone platform, but just bent his knees and stood up slightly, seemingly unharmed, and no waves on his face.

Since the fight, Rhea has revealed a little red-haired swordsman's unfathomable strength. She has a solemn expression. She quietly looked at the opponent and was about to make another move. Suddenly, there were showers of intensive knocks from the side. Hit. The angry, forgotten, and about to explode female alchemist was holding a small assault gun, squinting her eyes, and constantly shooting at the indestructible transparent protective cover outside the platform, ignoring the shocked gaze of the surrounding crowd. In front of the gate of the arena, the giant scorpion chariot drove over by itself without knowing when, the tail hook flashed red, as if it was about to launch a fatal attack.

It seems that the duel between these two partners really caused her to blow up her hair, and the battle could only end in a hurry. Rhea took the lead in dissipating her supernatural power, and with a wry smile, she stepped forward and stretched out her hand to Eamon: "Officially introduce Rhea... · Turner, the ice archer, please take care."

Turner? The red-haired swordsman lowered his eyes slightly when he heard the name. It turned out that the other party had been acting under a false name. This is not uncommon in Rock City. After all, many times, using the real name would cause a lot of trouble. Since the other party was willing to be honest and tell his real name, he also nodded very cautiously, and reached out his hand to drew the big sword from the ground. After receiving it from behind, he turned and walked towards the angry girl without saying anything.

He stood on the edge of the platform, staring silently at the front and stopped shooting, but still frowned the alchemist with a displeased face. The platform staff consciously removed the shield, and countless shouts and noisy noises suddenly swarmed. He came, but he still failed to arouse his expression.

He just quietly and Gloria looked at each other for a few seconds, then he jumped off the platform and stood in front of her. He glanced at the little doctor who had nothing to do with her hood on her side and her waist. He took out a Shahua magic stone shining with markings and handed it to the alchemist who raised his head just enough to reach his chest.

"...I don't want it!" The girl stuck out her tongue at him and made a grimace. She leaned the charge-gun on her shoulder and dragged Yuno to the chariot, muttering. The little doctor did not even have time to say hello, and was dragged away by her staggering all the way. There are many people here. In order to avoid the risk of being entangled by the guardians in the future, he can only press his mouth aggrievedly and let the alchemist. Decide the way forward.

Although he was rejected by others, Eamon didn't feel any sense of loss. He calmly took the valuable gem back into his pocket, and heard Rhea's chuckle from beside him: "I really can't help her... …Let’s go back to our station first..."

Of course, the red-haired swordsman had no objection—he seemed to have no opinion at all. The female lord took the silent king of the battlefield and slowly walked towards the Tamiris in response to countless cheers and screams. New challengers will soon appear on the platform, and there will never be a lack of enthusiasm for fighting in the arena, but this time, there is no broadcaster to talk about it.

As night fell, outside of a three-story stone building to the northeast of Yancheng, Rhea and his party were holding a welcoming banquet together with the members of the garrisoned Ice Bears around the blazing bonfire. Several feldspar slabs were cleaned and placed in front of the fire. They were used as a dining table for food. They were filled with all kinds of soups, desserts, vegetable salads and large pieces of softened breadfruit that are unique to flowers. All come from the baggage that the doting and addicted Lord Saron ordered his son to carry with him. In addition, of course, the spicy barbecue and batter soup that are characteristic of Yancheng are indispensable.

When the luggage bag was unpacked, the stack of lunch boxes almost made the perfect smile that Yunot kept specially kept broken into pieces. Fortunately, Rhea flatly explained, "This is a meeting gift given to everyone by His Highness Lord Asker. "Only then did he save his face that was about to be broken.

Seeing such a plentiful delicacy, the rough guys who had been eating dry food all day had their eyes green. They shouted and praised the generous majesty one by one, and couldn't wait to prepare dinner. At this moment, they were talking and laughing with the crew of the Weir airship coming from afar, eating and drinking, not to mention too much fun.

The subordinates were playing around on the outside, and the atmosphere was harmonious, while the chiefs gathered around the innermost layer, enjoying the meal slowly while chatting softly on their respective topics.

Among them, the most interested person is the bald captain Casa. He followed the two captains around the city for an afternoon, and his eyes were about to see the flowers. Even for the most picky judges, this place is definitely a huge potential. Emerging Markets. He was so excited at the moment, he was full of plans on how to make money and how to develop caravans, and he wished to return to the ice city to fulfill them one by one. Thinking of the torrent of wealth that was coming, he grinned and grinned, even the wrinkles were filled with pleasure.

Contrary to his attitude was the red-haired swordsman Emon. He sat on the edge of the stone slab with his back leaned back, and put down the knife and fork after a few bites. It seemed unpalatable, but his face still showed no expression. The two captains who were in charge of hospitality accompanied him. Panta just immersed himself in his hard work, no matter what was happening around him; however, Analei kept talking with a smile, and didn’t even have time to eat. Look at him. The eloquent posture seemed to have made up his mind to keep this **** of war in his team.

Rhea looked at the two subordinates with very different personalities, shook her head and laughed. I really don’t know how they became good friends... She turned her gaze to other places, and Gloria was still tantrums because of the duel in the afternoon, and she deliberately sat down. Take care of her as far as she can, and she just keeps Yunora by her side. It feels like a quarrel between children, and she deliberately found a helper to fight the enemy together.

The little doctor had a very calm expression on this, sipping the fragrant milk soup slowly, and taking a few bites of his favorite dessert from time to time. After a long-distance flight, he was dragged around for a long time. No matter how good his temper, he would be unhappy. Now that he can finally rest lazily for a while, why bother?

This is a troublesome little girl... Rhea looked at her small face that was puffed up because of her anger, thinking that she had to find a chance to ask her clearly. The specific arrangements for this mission are still up to now. Without saying clearly, her heart was always tense and she couldn't relax.

The lively dinner party soon came to an end. After the hastily finished, the stone building fell into silence inside and outside. Compared with the hot and dry yellow dust billowing during the day, the night in Yancheng looks very peaceful and clean. Most of the mercenaries who have been busy for a day rest early and maintain their physical strength to continue tomorrow's challenges. The night dew is slightly heavy. Although it is on the edge of the desert, due to the unique underground water supply system in Yancheng, there has never been a sign of shortage of water resources here, which has added a lot of convenience to ordinary people's lives.

Outside the hot spring bathhouse behind the Ice Bear team house, Gloria dangled half-length hair, wrapped in a white bath skirt, rubbed her head with a towel, hummed a serenade, and happily stepped back.

"Girl..." A familiar call stopped her brisk footsteps, and she took a glance at the high raised lone rock on the left, Rhea was sitting on the ground and waving at her.

The alchemist Meimei soaked in the hot spring, and the unpleasantness disappeared a long time ago. She pretended to be manly and put the towel around her neck, her hands on her waist, and grinning yelled: "I want to go up too. !"

This huge rock was also seven or eight meters above the ground, and there was no stepped passage. Rhea smiled and waved, the blue light flashed, and an ice bridge instantly meandered down from the top of the rock and stopped at the girl's feet. She smiled even more happily when she got her wish, bent her eyebrows and raised the skirt, ran up to the top of the rock with a few steps, standing on the edge and staring at the night view of the city in the distance, as if she had never seen this. It's like a scene.

Rhea saw that she was still sitting upright, with the foldable magic longbow in her hand. She took a clean cotton cloth and wiped the bow body carefully, paying attention, not missing every gap from beginning to end— This habit started from the moment she got the weapon and continued to this day without interruption.

Someone once said that the favorite of every mercenary must be his weapon. Relatives, lovers, partners, these are often passers-by in the wandering life of mercenaries, and they may disappear at any time. Only weapons will always accompany you and protect you until you take your last breath...

She wiped the longbow back and forth twice, and after confirming that it was not stained, she folded it again and carefully put it under the cloak. Then she looked at the girl who was poking her head in front of her and asked softly: "What are you going to do? Time to leave?"

"Oh... I can't go now..." The alchemist complained as soon as he said this, "Tamiris' dual-core light energy converter is not ready yet... Originally there are surpluses in the warehouse, who knows ...Forget it, I didn't bother to mention him...In short, it will take about two days, about the same, right..." She said more and more quietly, with a feeling of frustration and depression.

"It doesn't matter if you postpone it for two days, but... do you have a plan for this mission?"

"Plan?" Gloria opened her eyes wide and turned around, moved her eyeballs left and right with a guilty conscience, and squinted to the female lord's side to flatter her, "Isn't there you, Sister Ria? Everyone is busy doing it. Equipped, how can I have time to plan! Let's leave it to you, Sister Rhea is the best! I will definitely support it with both hands!"

"...My only plan is to throw you in the city..." Rhea gave her an angry glance, and wanted to persuade her a few more words, the girl pretended to be sleepy and yawned and muttered: "Oh, good. I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep, Sister Riya should rest soon!"

The alchemist slumped her skirt onto the ice bridge without waiting for a response from the other party, and slid steadily to the ground. She smiled and waved her hand upwards, continued to hum the tune, and jumped to the stone building.

Rhea sighed and stood up and walked to the edge of the huge rock, staring at her small figure in a daze. Why didn't she understand the other party's hard work, if it wasn't for the smooth completion of this mission, why should the girl invite the lone wolf-like warrior who never teamed up with others? She didn't know how much Gloria had paid for this, but presumably, it was by no means easy to do. It’s just that she has to do such a dangerous task due to her good and bad physical condition, which really makes people feel uneasy...

She stood blankly in the night breeze for a moment, until the divine power ice bridge began to creak and break, she waved away the ice, and walked back on the rock with a few taps. ground.

This is the end of the matter, so she can only ponder over the plan... She thought this way, then looked at the silent stone building in the distance, turned and strode towards the bathhouse-anyway, let's take a bath first Let's take a rest...

The night was so quiet that there was no chirping of birds, no insects, and no mechanical noise of airships taking off and landing. This made Yuno, who was troubled and sleepless, felt a sense of depression when he left his hometown. Wrapped in the quilt, he tossed for a while, unable to bear it, finally got up with a sigh, planning to go out to get some breath. He dragged wooden sandals to the door, looked out through the glass window, and unexpectedly saw the lonely red-haired swordsman set up a fire in the backyard alone.

What is this going to do? He opened the door in amazement, watching the big man busy behind the golden flames, and he didn't know what he was messing with. He wanted to come forward to ask for a few words, but the two were only meeting for the first time, and it seemed a bit rude to bother without invitation... He hesitated to come forward, lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, and smelled a strong smell. The fragrance immediately reflexively smoked the tip of his nose.

He had never smelled this scent before. It seemed to be a mixture of roasted meat and rice **** and a layer of green grass. It smelled very strange but very attractive. He looked up and saw that the red-haired swordsman was already sitting by the bonfire, slowly turning the handful of wooden skewers in his hand, as if he was grilling something, and the strong fragrance must be emitted from the barbecue skewers in his hand. Of it.

Yuno didn't have much appetite just now, just a little bit, and now he was greeted by the unheard scent. He couldn't help but stepped forward to stop by his side, watching the round meatballs roasted to dark brown. Stunned: This looks like ordinary meatballs...how can it be so fragrant? Maybe it's because the other party has its own unique spice recipe?

Standing closer, the smell came with the breeze, wrapping around him, almost flowing into his body from pores everywhere. Yuno couldn't help but sniffed again and swallowed his saliva. He was too embarrassed to beg for it. He suffocated his breath and stared at his greedy eyes, and saw a bunch of meatballs slowly moving in front of him as if they were fluttering, and stopped with a slight tremor. .

give to me? The little doctor widened his eyes and looked at the red-haired swordsman who was expressionless and divided a bunch of meatballs in amazement. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and wanted to refuse. In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation of the fragrance, and he smiled. He took it and took a bite. The meatballs had been roasted to the extent that they were charred on the outside and tender on the inside. When I bite them down, I only felt that they were tender and crispy and the sauce was overflowing, and my mouth was full of unspeakable fragrance. He looked at the bite, and found that there were some green pollen-like things in the meatball! No wonder there will be such a fragrant plant smell...

This powerful and super delicious meatball made the little doctor appetite. He swallowed his belly in three or two mouthfuls, and even licked the corners of his mouth with a feeling of insufficiency. Then he praised with joy, “It’s really great. Eat! Your craftsmanship ranks second among the people I have ever met!"

second? Eamon turned the barbecuing hand for a sudden stop, and immediately drew it in front of Yuno. The large string of barbecue **** that was about to poke the tip of his nose scared the little doctor. He looked up at the swordsman suspiciously, and he hesitated. Tun Tun asked, "Give it all to me?"

Eamon didn't answer, there was no expression, and even the hand holding the kebab did not tremble, as if fixed. Yuno waited and waited, looking at those dark red eyes that didn't blink, there was a sense of horror in his heart, and he got goose bumps in the refreshing night breeze.

It's weird... Let's go back to the room... He shuddered all over, and finally he took the meat skewers from the other party, awkwardly thanked him, and walked mechanically to his room.

The red-haired swordsman remained seated and looked at Yuno’s back, his expression slightly changed, as if he was displeased that he did not continue to give comments, and also seemed to be very pleased because of the other party’s praise. In short, it was inexplicably difficult to distinguish. .

He watched the boy turn into the room and close the door, before returning his gaze to the fire in front of him. He took a few pieces of unknown dead wood from his side and threw it into the fire. There was a crackling sound, and a strong fragrance of vegetation filled the surroundings, just like the aroma of the barbecue just now.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out to a large wooden barrel behind, grabbed a few fat maggots that had been marinated in spices and twisted into a ball from inside, shook them vigorously, and put them on the fire and gently pinched them. Countless thick liquids mixed with green powder sprayed out from the cloaca of the maggots and dripped onto the flames, adding a bit of scent to the nose.

Emon squeezed out the excess body fluid, skillfully kneaded the maggot into a circle, put on a thin wooden strip and rolled it on the fire, and it became the unheard delicacy just now. He casually sprinkled some homemade seasoning on the maggot meatballs, and grilled it to the right level without too much hotness. He stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and finally leaked a smug smile at the corner of his mouth. .

Regardless of how wonderful the taste is, in short... I hope the little doctor never knows the truth...

Two days later, in the early morning, the Tamiris heavy tank equipped with the latest light energy converter was watched by countless people looking forward to it, disgusted, fearful, or envious, carrying four "elite" young men. The team finally embarked on a long journey to the Dark Swamp. What will be waiting for them along the way? No one can answer, but I believe it will definitely not be a pleasant trip...

Here is the quartet of four who are going to cross the desert day and night and put it aside. In the far south, the prince duo, who has lost the news for a long time, flies across the vast blue ocean and went to a foreign country to pursue the truth of the case. A strange and ridiculous encounter is coming.