Scales of Eternal Order

The electric monk is riding a horse. Behind him is Shinichi a mule carrying forage and oats for two livestock.

The salty flood has receded, leaving only the deserted land and the damp and cold air. The never-ending drizzle swept from the northern seashore, as if engulfing countless important moments in the world.

The torrential rains of last night, the day before yesterday, and the floods of last week are all past at this moment. The sky was still full of rain like a sponge, but only melancholy drizzle fell in the sinking twilight.

The wind swept across the darkening plain, was caught by the low hills, and howled through a valley. A certain tower-shaped structure stands alone in the mud like a nightmare, moved towards one side. Its stubby shape, combined with its dark color, is like a mass of lava squeezed out from under a particularly sinister abyss, solidified and formed here.

It was a dead thing, as if it had been dead for a long time (but actually it just appeared last week). The only movement came from the muddy creek at the bottom of the valley, flowing listlessly next to the tower. There were still some fish, shrimp, and crabs that were salted to death on the river. Going forward about a mile or so, Xiao He will fall into a deep ditch eroded by the flood and flow straight to the direction of the northern sea.

However, as the twilight becomes heavier, if you get close enough, people will find that the tower is not completely alive. There is a dull red light flickering inside it, even transmitted to the surface through cracks on the outside. At the same time, the evening breeze blows over it, and a certain low wailing sound will float into the wind. There was a slight climax, and then gradually weakened just as desolately.

After walking about half an hourglass, the electric monk finally got off the horse. He spoke a few words in the ears of the mount and the mule, and then fed them some fodder mixed with oats in order to unload the luggage on the latter. After the two animals had eaten, the electric monk took out a large water sac with a wire on the cork and managed to heat it up and feed them some warmth to quench their thirst.

“You stay here. If I don’t come back after daybreak, you can leave on your own.” The electric monk patted followed his companion for several days, and then strode in. The jungle depths of the leaves are gone.

At this time, the moon has already climbed into the sky. The moonlight tonight looked pale and bleak, and reluctantly crawled to in midair, hanging there like an evil ghost. Through the damp rising in the dirty mud, it vaguely outlined the chaotic appearance of the tower. “It’s really an ugly building, and it’s so beautiful.” Staring at it, the electric monk slandered to himself.

The reason why it is said to be a building is actually because there are some hurried silhouettes around it. They had wind lanterns in their hands, and everyone was shivering with cold from one dim light to another. The white air they exhale when they breathe is like Nether Soul, and these white air will stay behind them, and it will be quietly integrated into the cold night after a long time.

There is a particularly uncoordinated silhouette: he stands quietly among the crowd, motionless.

Other people are carrying buckets on their shoulders, piling up the mud little by little to the tower. Those who are working are mostly tall, but skinny, wrapped in faded linen robes, walking like a group of bitter haha ​​herons. But the man was short and round. However, judging by the eyesight of the electric monk, the opponent’s supposedly smooth cheeks are full of wrinkles, and a few strands of sparse and white hair have emerged from under his light green wool hat.

The man was wrapped in a rex rabbit fur scarf around his neck, and he was wearing a thick overcoat, but he was also wearing a robe swollen in the wind. The robes have severely faded purple trim, which is a sign of his status as the city’s highest official.

“It is indeed the fat mayor of Soft Maple City. Judging from his cowardly and cowardly character, it is impossible for this person to personally take the risk to come to the enemy-occupied area. And he is still Such a weird building has been built here. He must have a plan.”

The electric monk said nothing, but his brain was spinning fast. A few days ago, taking advantage of the beginning of the war, he wanted to recruit some believers from those refugees who were willing to serve the god of virtual games. While he was trying to preach in the refugee colony of Soft Maple City, the pastor discovered a secret: the fat mayor who had contact with the dwarves had been secretly doing something recently.

Due to the consideration of the cooperative relationship between the two parties, the electric monk decisively chose to track it, and finally discovered that the fat mayor had hired a large number of craftsmen from refugees in recent days. If he hired those people to build houses for himself, it would not be surprising for the electric monk. But the Lord Mayor, who likes to dress up in Guangsha, would actually come to the enemy-occupied area, which was completely beyond his expectation.

So, the electric monk decided to check the matter As the water recedes, the rocks appear. He followed the Fat Mayor’s team, and then he found a strange place-according to reason, with the fat mayor’s timid character, he would take the group of mercenaries he hired wherever he went. But this took twenty-thirty strange craftsmen to the enemy-occupied area, but he took them alone.

Furthermore, the fat mayor led the craftsmen in a place that was originally called the “juniper berry village” for a week or so to build a weird building that looked like a tower but not a tower. . If there is no trickiness in this, it is really strange.

Because the electric monk itself is the caster, he can feel the violent spell fluctuations in the tower, but he doesn’t know what the fat mayor built it for. So he has been carefully hanging behind him for the past two days, waiting for the tower to fully operate, in order to figure out its function.

If it has no impact on the career of the god of virtual games, then in view of the cooperative relationship between the fat mayor and the dwarf, the electric monk is not going to pierce this layer of window paper. On the contrary, he just spared his life and would completely destroy this thing today. He stared at the dynamics of the building without blinking at this time. The burqa was already covered with lock armor and he could draw out the weapon at any time.

“Ruler in the abyss, the witness of the beginning and end of all things, the great Seven-gilled Senator Tolop, please listen to the call of the loyal and glorious fish people and open the door.” After the craftsmen completed the last pile of mud, the fat mayor stretched out his palm with webbed membranes, and then sang loudly in a gu lu tone.

Those craftsmen lost their eyes, picked up the iron tools around them and stab them on their bodies, bleeding blood. Standing in a pool of blood, the fat mayor opened his scarf. The electric monk’s eyes widened in an instant, and he realized now that the “folds” that just felt weird were actually not folds at all, they were the parotid organs mutated by the fat mayor!

“This is a fallen creature corrupted by the benthic demon fish!” The electric monk reacted immediately. He rubbed himself up.