Monarch of Evernight: A lighthouse in a small town
bsp;Although the Dawn War has ended for 1,200 years, hatred is increasing every moment and everywhere.
For one thousand two hundred years, the dark races and humans have never stopped fighting. Bloody conflicts occur every moment, in every inch of the territory where borders intersect.
Although the Realm of Eternal Night has been abandoned by the empire, with the return of the dark race, this continent has become a battlefield everywhere. And the situation is extremely complex.
The human race and the dark race are fighting to the death here, and the human race and the dark race are also fighting within themselves. The human race and the dark race have to compete with various native ferocious beasts for living space. And perhaps because the trajectory of this abandoned land is too far from the sun, various terrifying beasts from outside the territory will occasionally appear.
It seems that the only meaning of life here is to fight.
War is everywhere, and in the gray Evernight Continent, the most valuable thing is life.
At this moment, in a wasteland, a group of seven or eight people were walking quickly in a line. The clothes they wore were all kinds of weird, made of rags and rotten leather sewn together haphazardly. Some people even had a few rusty metal plates inlaid on their heart, back and other vital parts as armor.
Several people are carrying large backpacks. They are the most common scavengers on the Evernight Continent. They risk their lives and venture into the depths of wasteland and ruins in search of something that might be of some value. In their backpacks, they hold all their wealth.
In front of the team, the outline of a small town appeared faintly, and they involuntarily quickened their pace.
The most eye-catching building in the town is a tall lighthouse. This is a building almost entirely made of metal welding, with several thick pipes crawling on the outer wall.
The always-burning flame on the top of the lighthouse can be seen from a long distance, so this town is called Lighthouse Town. At this time, a large amount of steam was suddenly released from the middle section of the lighthouse. The huge gears exposed in the damaged part of the shell began to rotate hard, driving the hammer on the tower to swing slowly, striking the old-fashioned copper bell, and emitting a deep and long sound.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The sound of the bell spread far away, and the team of scavengers quickened their pace.
One of the burly men looked at the sky and said: "It's only three o'clock and it's going to be completely dark. This doesn't allow anyone to live!"
An old man walking at the front said with some indifference: "Isn't this always the case in the dark season?"
The strong man looked up at the sky. There were several huge black shadows in the sky blocking the sunlight, making the surroundings as dark as dusk when it was only three o'clock.
He spat heavily, and said with half envy and half jealousy: "If you let me live up there for a few days, I would be willing to lose ten years of my life!"
Another scavenger said: "Come on, buck-toothed old six! That's a place only for big shots. You have no hope in this life. Just pick up garbage here!"
Before the buck-toothed old man could get angry, a valve opened on the other side of the lighthouse in the distance, releasing a large amount of steam. Suddenly, the entire middle section of the lighthouse and above was surrounded by white mist, the flames became blurry, and a sharp and long whistle suddenly sounded, making people's hearts beat.
"Why is it closing so early?!"
"What the **** is that bald guy doing?"
The scavengers suddenly panicked, quickened their pace, and ran all the way to the town. Fortunately, they moved quickly enough and rushed through the gate in time.
The exhaust pipes on both sides of the tower were spewing out large clouds of slightly black and turbid gas. The huge gears and winches were turning creakingly. The heavy cast iron gate slowly fell and hit the steel channel with a loud bang. , sealing off the town.
The team of scavengers ran out of breath. One of them stood on the street, holding his hands on his knees and gasping for air. Then he raised his head and shouted to the tower: "Why did it close so early? We were almost locked out. ! ”
A bald head shining with oil poked out from the city tower, with a ferocious face.
He pointed to the sky and shouted unceremoniously: "I have told you that it is not peaceful outside during this period! Look at the color of the moon in the sky! If you don't even care about your life for a few copper coins, then You deserve to die!"
A huge full moon hangs in the sky. The edge of the moon disk is already as red as blood. In a few days, it will turn into a full blood moon.
On the night of the crimson moon, all creatures in the wasteland will become restless and become extremely aggressive. According to legend, whenever the moon turns scarlet, a disaster will occur somewhere. Only after enough blood has been shed, will the **** of disaster leave with satisfaction.
The scavengers were cursing, but these mad dogs in the wasteland really didn't dare to do anything to the bald man on the tower. He was the only police chief in the town, and he was also a first-class soldier. He had to clean up their team. Mad Dog is easy. So these people could only complain and walk into the town.
There is a bar in the town, which is also the only bar here, and there are several guest rooms in the back. It is the destination for scavengers and the only paradise that can bring happiness and women.
In order to save energy, there are almost no lights in the town, so in the night, the bar sign is illuminated with the word "锛", although only the word "sha" is illuminated.
The prototype of that signboard is a bearing removed from the bottom of the cabin. I don’t know how the bar owner used it to put the words on it, and also applied luminous stone powder, but it will gradually fade away after being exposed to rain and wind. .
People in the town know that the name of the bar is Manjushahua, but no one understands the meaning of these four words together, and among the thousands of people in the town, not many people can recognize these four words. to five.
The lights in the bar are dim, the tables and chairs are very old, and the walls are covered with all kinds of messy graffiti, but it has a strange beauty.
The bar counter is made of steel plates and rivets, and it looks like a tough guy from the era. All the materials in this bar can be found outside in the wasteland. In fact, the most worthless thing in the abandoned land is scrap steel and scrap metal. The garbage dumps in the wasteland are everywhere, and the airship cemetery is piled with metal mountains.
The bar was filled with the smell of low-quality alcohol, tobacco and sweat. Several women wearing heavy makeup also exuded a pungent smell of perfume, which made people feel sick.
There was a young man standing behind the bar. He was thin and slender, and his complexion was sickly pale.
The young man was wearing a shabby jacket and trousers, and his long black hair was tied into a ponytail behind his head. His face is very beautiful, very beautiful, and exudes an exaggerated youthfulness. At first glance, he looks like a shy but friendly boy next door.
He stood behind the bar, quietly looking at the dozen or so customers in the bar who were venting their desires and pressure.
Just looking at his appearance, no one would have thought that this young boy would be the owner of this bar and hotel. He is probably, no, he is definitely not yet eighteen years old.
At this time, the half-open door of the bar was pushed open, and the group of scavengers who had just entered the city poured in. As soon as they entered, the bar immediately became quiet for a while, and many people looked at these scavengers with vigilance.
In the wasteland, scavengers have a bad reputation. They have many nicknames, including vultures, scavengers, mad dogs... and so on.
Scavengers are always on the verge of life and death. They have no shame and credibility and can do anything. Many scavengers have their own circles and secret communication methods. If outsiders approach this group rashly, they are likely to be chewed to the bone.
Although this small town called Lighthouse Town thrives to a large extent on the large number of scavengers around it, the aboriginal people in the city do not welcome the scavengers and will not sincerely accept them.
Where there are scavengers, there will be trouble. In the wasteland, the word trouble often means that a group of people will lose their lives. Otherwise, why would they have the nerve to call it trouble?
This was not the first time for this team of scavengers to come to Manjusawa. They found a table to sit down and loudly announced the name of their favorite wine. The young man behind the bar turned around and took down a few bottles of wine from the wine rack and mixed them skillfully.
The stainless steel mixing jar was flying up and down between his long and white fingers, as if it had a soul of its own.
At this moment, a scavenger with a huge scar on his face came over, leaned heavily on the bar, and said with a thick nasal voice: "I heard that you have a very strong wine called Manshihua here. ! Give me a big drink! ”
The young man did not move, but said: "An imperial silver coin."
"Ouch!" the scavenger exclaimed exaggeratedly and said: "Did my ears hear it correctly? An imperial silver coin!! Am I drinking the blood of a virgin? Well, now that I'm here, I have to try Let’s try and see if your wine is as good as you said! Boy, I don’t have any silver coins, but I can use this to pay the bill, as long as you dare to take it!”
With a bang, the scavenger took out a musket and slammed it on the bar.
The gun has been filled with gunpowder pellets and is ready to fire. The handle of the gun was covered with thick iron sheet, and it was stained with black blood and other dirt that was unclear whether it was brain plasma or bone marrow. This heavy musket is obviously not only capable of bombardment, but the handle is also a powerful weapon, and it may be used more often.
The bar suddenly became quiet, and many people's eyes were focused on the scavengers and young people.
The young man had already mixed the wine and divided the glasses slowly. Then he put his hands on the bar, glanced at the musket, and said lightly: "For your sake, I can It’s worth half a silver coin. Are you sure you want to use it to pay off?”
The corners of the scavenger's eyes twitched, and his upper body slowly leaned forward, approaching the young man until their noses were almost touching, and then he said: "What will happen if I don't pay the bill?"
The young man did not move at all, and still said in a calm voice: "Then I will blow your head off."
The scavenger stared hard into the young man's eyes. In those deep black eyes, no fluctuations could be seen, just like two bottomless lakes. The scavenger looked down at the young man's hands again. They were a pair of unusually clean hands, with no calluses at all, and the skin was incredibly delicate, with no trace of any rough work or training at all.
The young man's hand was placed on the bar. This position was awkward and far away from everything. Even if he hid a weapon under the bar, he seemed to have no time to retrieve it.
The young man's coarse shirt only had two buttons on, revealing a huge ugly scar on his chest, which seemed incompatible with his appearance.
The corners of the scavenger's eyes kept beating. For some reason, the chill in his heart became stronger and stronger, and sweat suddenly rolled down his face. This is the instinctive feeling of danger for wild dogs surviving in the wilderness.