Wasteland Echoer

Whoosh!

The sound of a dagger cutting through the air passed through Dark's ears.

Luo Ka's blow just now was cleverly avoided by him stepping back with his right leg, lying on his back and bending his knees.

After reacting, Dak chose to raise his gun and shoot. He knew that at such a short distance, guns were much easier to use than magic power.

The gun is fast from seven steps away, and the gun is fast and accurate within seven steps!

bump!

bump!

Taking advantage of the situation, he rolled back twice, squatted half-crouched, raised his gun, and fired rapidly at Lorca's head and heart.

After all, the enemy he faced was the Lost One, who had very strong agility, and he was vaguely aware that Lorca's demon source order had reached at least the fifth level: pain, or even higher.

Wielding the bone dagger, Lorca easily deflected the bullets, causing them to deviate from the planned trajectory. One hit the withered and dark tree trunk, scratching out bright sparks; the other fell into the nearby waist-deep snow. , submerged in it, without a trace.

"You are indeed very strong, Mr. Dark." Lorca showed a half-provocative, half-admiring smile, stretched out his scarlet tongue, and licked the bone dagger with the warm white air escaping:

"This gift is very special. It needs you to 'open your heart' to accept it. Brother 'Ice Blade' said, haven't you always wanted to enter that foggy realm and look for traces of 'Plamini'?"

"Even so, you can't make a sneak attack! Now I can't tell your position for a moment, Lorca. Are you, the lost child, an enemy or a friend?" Dak stood up and asked in confusion.

"You humans are so annoying. Whether you are an enemy or a friend depends on your needs. If you are worthless, you will naturally be regarded as an enemy and be eliminated and thrown into the garbage dump incinerator. If we are friends, you would like to kneel down on your knees and hug us. thigh... pray for cooperation." Lorca said with disdain and contempt:

"Mr. Duck, having said that, you will soon appreciate this 'valuable' gift I handed over to you, haha."

Dark stared at Luo Ka's smile and felt the chill that penetrated his bones, as if he was walking in the snowy wilderness wearing a simple linen shirt.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that the space around him began to distort slightly. The originally dark trees were gradually dyed with a layer of dark red that was extremely difficult to detect. The straight tree trunks began to bend, gradually becoming like an old man in his twilight years.

Nameless, silent fear was imposed on his consciousness, and his legs felt bound by ice, unable to move an inch, as if they were cursed by a terrible ancient god from the ancient, dark, dark sea.

His body was shaking helplessly, as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away, and he was staggering, almost unsteady.

Then, his right hand felt numb and lost touch. There was a dull sound and the gun hit the snow.

He supported his consciousness, which was wrapped in sleepiness and hangover, and reluctantly raised his head. Those mechanical blue eyes were staring at him from a very close distance. His dry lips opened and closed, and a scarlet tongue was hidden between them. After the cold laughter, he heard Luo Ka's childish, soft, devilish voice:

"Do you know the 'deception' in the sequence card? No need to answer, I know you are listening. 'Deception' means 'the salivating dragon sets the bait with gold, and the greedy one watches the one who takes the bait.' I am a [Deceiver] professional, and I can induce your thinking and affect your body to a limited extent."

"I know that you are also very powerful. You are not a high-level professional and cannot escape the shackles of 'deception'. But it is enough to limit you here for such a short period of time. Now, Mr. Dark, accept your gift. "

A devilish whisper passed through Dak's ears, and at the last second when he lost consciousness, heartbreaking pain flooded into his mind.

He saw Lorca holding a bone dagger in both hands and inserting it straight into his heart!

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"Are you looking for the blessing of 'Plamini'?"

"Are you seeking the truth about Les Miserables?"

"You want to be the supreme being, right?"

"Are you willing to accept desire?"

The bizarre nightmare gradually came to an end with the gloomy and unfamiliar whispers. The piercing pain that spread from the heart to the whole body pulled Dak out of the "dark world" where he was half-awakened, causing him to scream and escape from the dream.

"Brother Dark, are you awake?" Wulfya's anxious tone reached his ears.

When his vision gradually emerged from the gray fog, everything around him quickly changed from silence to noisy.

"I...where am I?" Dak struggled to get up and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Still inside the train "Northbound"." Wulfya beside him said, lifting up his sleeves and looking at the federal military combat watch he carried with him.

Looking at the direction pointed by the hour and minute hands through the cracked glass cover, Wofya made a slight estimate and continued to speak in a rich voice:

"There are about two hours left, around twelve o'clock in the evening, before we can enter our capital, Binglin City. Speaking of Dak, who did you encounter in the pursuit just now?"

"Who... seems to be a lost person, maybe... a child." Dak said, patting his confused head slightly. What he had just experienced became a little blurry in his head, as if he was covered. A layer of gauze, trying hard to remember, can only remember a few fragments that cannot be pieced together.

"Children of the Lost." Wulfya sighed softly, "That's really pitiful. Over the years, since the "Successor Protection Regulations" were promulgated, the Federation has been trying to find ways to protect our human children from the 'Unintentional Man Virus' 'And the damage caused by the Lost. For at least thirty years, not many of our children have been infected. If he is really a child, he is either a half-Lost born of a human and a Lost, or he was forced to Poor guy who wears the label 'Lost'."

"Wulfya." Dak showed a trace of anger on his face and blamed him in a gentle tone:

"As a friend, I think you should pay attention to my physical condition. I was transported here due to an attack."

"Hahaha." Wulfya laughed, reached out and took off the coat covering Dak, and joked in a joking tone:

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you. If you don't believe me, just get up and take a few steps. If you're not sick, take a few steps."

"Hmph." Dak was so angry that he jumped up from the army green bed in the "medical room" temporarily converted from the storage room at the rear of the train. Sure enough, as Wofya said, his body functions were all normal. He carefully inspected and touched , except for a few small scratches, there are no obvious wounds on the whole body.

Pacing back and forth, the water-based magic power in his body was silently surging, and Dak didn't seem to feel any incongruity or anything wrong.

But……

Dark thought:

"I still vaguely remember that before falling down, the young lost man with blond hair inserted a bone dagger into his heart! And he also said...'accepting gifts' and other words. But there was no trauma or There are signs of damage to internal organs, and fluctuations in magic power are normal. It seems... If you want to find out whether there is anything wrong with your body, you have to go to the hospital in the capital."

Thinking of this, Dak simply stopped worrying and sat back on the bed, facing Wulfya, and said with concern:

"The accident just now should have been dealt with, right?"

"Well, it was handled well. The guys who managed the train were not good at fighting, but they couldn't say much about their work. After we killed all the 'Wuxin', they rushed over quickly. After all, they didn't have any fighting equipment. , there are quite a lot of props to repair. After cleaning up the body of the 'Heartless Man', the railway track was repaired in less than fifteen minutes." Wulfya pretended to look at Dak in disbelief, and "laughed" kindly:

"Duck, did your fainting hurt your brain? You and I are on the train now. Listen, it is running. You can guess that the accident was handled perfectly."

"That's right," Dak smiled sheepishly:

"I vaguely remember that the Lost Child had the ability to 'seduce' and controlled me without causing me any substantial harm. By the way, did you meet that child when you found me?"

"That's not true." Wulfya shook his head and said:

"I'm not as experienced as you in walking in the ice and snow. By the time I tried my best to catch up with you, the lost person you mentioned had long disappeared. When I walked forward, I saw you looking up Lying on the ground, the chest of his shirt was scratched a little, and other than that... there was a lot of ice around, it seems you used your magic power to fight."

"Maybe... right. I feel like my head is in chaos right now. I need to take a good rest after I go back. I guess his 'seduce' ability may have caused damage to my memory. I'm now afraid that he will hurt my brain. , it would be troublesome if there were any sequelae." Dak said with some annoyance.

"Don't worry." Wulfya said, suddenly hugging Dak's shoulders and pretending to be gentle:

"Even if your brain is damaged and you become a fool, I will try my best to protect you. After all, a long time ago, I promised Him, the messenger hidden in the dark night."

"Messenger? Who is it?" Dak asked curiously.

"This is a secret." Wulfya said, tapping Dark's shoulder twice.

Immediately afterwards, he took out an iron box with a fuzzy surface and a metallic texture from the pocket of the guard's white-based jacket with blue accents, and took out a white cigarette from it.

Then, he fumbled for a box of matches from his pants pocket, took one out, slid it to light, then brought the twisted, elf-like flame close to the cigarette, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled a stream of white smoke.

"You know, Dak. Thirty years ago, the cigarettes produced in our factory were mainly made of inner-curled flowers. 'Anshen inner-rolled flowers' were mainly given to [soldiers] who often dealt with extraordinary affairs and accepted special tasks, such as You use it to avoid mental breakdown. 'Hyperactive Inner Flower' is mainly for those of us fighting on the front line to boost our mental strength and keep us awake at all times to deal with the 'unintentional' attacks that may come at any time. Such a good thing is not used now. Have you replaced it with a milder 'mixed night scented plant'?"

"I've never been exposed to those things, how would I know?" Dak waved his hand.

"Because of the Zine Empire in the south." Wulfya said with a little regret:

"The Federation believes that their decline is fundamentally due to the abuse of 'Inner Roll Flower'. Under the long-term influence of the drug, everyone has more or less mental problems. Countless small problems gathered, eventually causing them to have one or two They suffered successive defeats over the years and were no longer able to rebuild order.”

"However, this statement is ridiculous. The decline of the Zine Empire is ultimately due to desire and greed. I remember you said to me that these two emotions will give rise to 'sad' and lead things in an uncontrollable negative direction. , which ultimately leads to disaster, right?”

"Yes." Dak nodded.

Then, he seemed to have thought of something, subconsciously stood up, walked to the train window, and looked out casually.

The dark, dim atmosphere is still there, symbolizing the wasteland era of depression, fear, and pain. The endless ice and snow contaminated by darkness seems to be slowly fading away.

Not far away, tall buildings belonging to humans have begun to take shape, and the trees with dense branches and crowded branches have long disappeared. The beasts hibernating among them do not dare to make the slightest sound, because the lights belonging to humans begin to "spread" in the seemingly endless Between the endless atmosphere of steel and cement.

Soon, the train will break away from the cruel ice and snow and enter the great cities of mankind.