Chapter 38

Over the past few days, the boundaries of Golden Lion Country have been flooded with refugees from elsewhere. Mainly from the northwest, the Emerald Country, Leiyin City, and Peida City all account for a large proportion, and some are homeless people living between the borders of various countries. There are quite a few.

The main purpose is only one - to seek holy water.

The three water sacs of holy water brought from Fae's tomb before, one of which was poured into the Susai River by Osved, and the other two water sacs, one was given to the giant orcs, and Dan and the others were brought along with some other royal insect equipment. Going back, the other Osved was going to keep it just in case.

"How did they get here? The military report sent by the Red Iron Army stationed in the Kela River didn't even mention them." Osved asked in a deep voice.

"Part of it came from the Ghost Moon Forest, and the rest is said to have gone further. They didn't know the purpose of the Red Iron Army's garrison, so they didn't dare to come over from the Kela River." , "Saint Antis is strictly guarded, and those who can touch it are already a minority. More are in Qinye City."

Standing on the city wall, Osved can see the neat streets of St. Antis in the distance. Some markets have begun to become lively again, and the people in front of the shops on the mainstream streets are constantly coming and going, and the atmosphere of the past is gradually restored.

He could vaguely see that on the corners and alleys, and even on the edge of the altar in the central square, there were some people squatting or sitting in ragged clothes, carrying packages of various sizes, men and women, old and young. Some were even brought in by their families, with several children gathered around them.

"Kelachang River is a little farther, except for the Ghost Moon Forest, which is the Eagle Mountain." Osved said, "The Ghost Moon Forest has many beasts, and there is a living mountain pass in the Eagle Mountain range. Anywhere you come, you can send it to ordinary people. Half-life."

Peter nodded: "So most of those refugees are badly sanded and petrified. I have also seen a few old people and children whose whole bodies were hard and were carried over by their families. The worst is a woman, her husband's head is bigger than mine. It may be a little taller, plus the tendon and flesh, the weight can be imagined, the whole body is so sand and stone that it can't move except for the face. She just came from the Ghost Moon Forest on her back. "

Peter said more and more vigorously, and sighed for a while, as if the person who usually walked down the street with a straight face was not him.

Osved pondered for a moment and gave an order.

On the second day, the outskirts of the towns used simple cloth tents to build refugee concentration centers and set up water dividers. All refugees who escaped need to go through the central office to register their names and origins, and then go to the water distribution station to get a drink.

So this group of people stayed here for a while.

The news of the Holy Water in Golden Lion Country spread like wildfire, and soon more people from other countries were attracted. The flow of people is so obvious that it is difficult not to be noticed. The kings of the two big city-states of Leiyin City and Peida City, as well as some of the surrounding small city-states, simply sent someone to send the previous letter and set off in person.

Only the North Emerald Country side can't bear face, the old Sapir is said to be still in bed, he is very suspicious, he doesn't like other people getting too close when he is sick, he only trusts his own son, so all instructions go through his younger son Bot conveyed it.

He couldn't see the situation outside himself, and Bot was an arrogant idiot. With a series of orders, the whole North Emerald Country was even more chaotic.

Sapir was very incomprehensible to someone who fled to the Golden Lion Country to survive, and felt that this was a betrayal of the country, which he could not tolerate. So, in a fit of anger, he instituted a ban on the country, ordering the entire border area of ​​the country to be blocked, prohibiting all people from crossing the line.

Hearing this, Osved ordered the Red Iron Army stationed in the Kela River to be mentally sane. If this trend continues, Sapir will not know when it will go crazy and bite.

Just when these big and small countries were in chaos, Kevin, who was confined to the dormitory for many days, also had a problem.

This afternoon, it was raining continuously outside, and occasionally there were thunderstorms rolling by, and it was very unsettled at first glance. When Osved was discussing matters in the front room, his left eyelid kept twitching, always feeling that something was about to happen. After he had finished dealing with the refugees, he hurried to the inner courtyard.

Just as he was walking down the corridor, there was a scream from Sinnia in Kevin's room, and Osved frowned and rushed over immediately.

Inside the room, the little girl was holding Kevin's arm, crying with tears all over her face, wailing.

Kevin is very good at dealing with bear children, but not so good at dealing with such a soft little girl. With a big face on his face, he patted her hairy head and comforted her, crying and laughing: "Hey - why are you crying, don't cry, it smeared my nose, are you ashamed? Huh? I didn't cry with my blood, you cry first."

The little girl developed deep feelings for him in just a few days, and the intimacy was probably second only to her black-faced uncle.

Being comforted by this bastard, Sinnia not only didn't stop, but howled even more.

The arm that Kevin was holding by her was bloody, and it was impossible to see below the elbow. The flesh of his fingers had fallen off and only the bones were left, like a slender chicken claw.

Afraid that she would be more frightened if she looked at him more, Kevin simply covered her eyes.

While struggling to show one eye, the little girl tried to grab Kevin's arm, afraid of touching his wound. She cried so hard that she was in a hurry, as if she was the one who rotted off an arm.

"It's fine, I'll be fine in a while, I'll play with you." Kevin's voice was still a little smiling, his fingers like chicken feet flexed and stretched a few times, making a slight bone collision sound, as if this would speed up the blood flow and then It seems to heal as soon as possible.

However, after a while, his brows finally furrowed - not only did this hand show no signs of starting to heal, but even the hand covering Sinnia's eyes was not quite right, with a few small incisions starting from the elbow. .

"I'm afraid you'll have to find someone else to play with, little girl..." Kevin pulled his hand away from her.

When he lifted it aside, the hand also became bloody, and the flesh was lost.

This is what Osved saw when he entered the door.

"What's the matter?!" Kevin heard him ask in a tight voice.

"It's just in time, hurry up, take this girl away, the snot is running down my bones." Seeing someone coming to help, Kevin, this bastard, was relieved, and at the same time, he even joked, "I The blood is enough to give her a bath, and she is not happy to keep her away."

"Let go." Even if he spoiled someone, Osved was still very intimidating when he had a straight face. He reached out and hugged Sinnia, wiping away her tears.

As soon as the little girl opened her eyes, she met her dark-faced uncle: "..."

She pursed her lips and choked, and let go of her hand cowardly.

Kevin: "..."

Osved carried her to the door in three or two steps, handed it to the female officer who was summoned, and turned to go back to the room.

"Fa... will Fa die?" Sinnia asked sobbing, grabbing his sleeve.

"Fa?" Osved was anxious, but he didn't react for a while. Sinnia generally calls people only the first syllable of their first name, and it is the first time to call their surname.

He was stunned for a moment, and was about to drive people away, when he heard Kevin in the room raise his voice and reply: "Borrow your auspicious words."

Osved: ​​"..." The bastard started to stop talking again.

"It hurts—forget it." Osved felt that his mind was a little unclear, and he subconsciously wanted to ask "does it hurt?" This nonsense, his hands are gone, can it not hurt? But when asked, this person will definitely wave his hand and say, "That's enough to scratch the itch."

"Excuse me to close the door." Kevin hung his hands like chicken paws and said to Osved, "Don't scare the guards outside the door."

Osved closed the door behind his back, then fumbled twice in the pocket of his shirt close to his chest, and found a key in a hidden mezzanine.

"Isn't the keyhole blocked..." Kevin didn't respond.

He blinked and watched Osved come to him with a stinky face, his brows furrowed and his head lowered, his hands hanging, as if he wanted to touch but didn't know where to start.

"It's not easy for me to scare the emperor so much that his hands are shaking." Kevin joked again, stretched out his hands in front of Osved, moved his white bones as if to scare him, and asked, "Like It's not like gnawed chicken feet? You can touch it if you want, this bone really doesn't feel like it."

"..." Osved gave him a sullen look when he still had the heart to make such a joke.

He carefully held Kevin's hand bone, then turned the chain on his hand, bypassed the blocked keyhole, turned the lock over, revealing a more hidden hole below, and put the key in his hand. plugged in.

With a click, the handcuffs snapped open.

It wasn't until he opened the other handcuff with the same care that Kevin exclaimed in amazement: "You're all thinking about this thing, right?"

Afraid that the handcuffs would rub against his phalanx again, Osved closed it up and put it aside. He didn't answer Kevin's words, just stared at his hands and asked, "Didn't there be no more wounds in the past two days? What's going on today?"

In the past two days, Kevin's body has not had any wounds of any size again. Osved even thought that he had fully recovered. He planned to release him today, but who knows that this has happened again.

Kevin shrugged, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I was telling a story to your little girl, and it suddenly became like this."

"Why hasn't it healed yet?" Osved frowned, staring at Kevin's hands, barely blinking, looking very carefully, as if he wanted to see every little change.

"I think it may not heal in a while." Kevin tried to move his fingertips, but found that it was a little duller than before, almost uncontrollable, "It's been a while since just now. Usually, the flesh should have grown by at least half."

"Has this happened before?"

Kevin thought for a while, then waved his hand and said, "How many years have I lived, how can I remember it so clearly, probably some."

As soon as Osved heard him say ambiguous words like "maybe", "maybe", "probably", his anger rose. It's as if he doesn't just care about pain, he doesn't even care that much about life and death.

If you can live, you will live, if one day you are stabbed in the heart or encounter any other danger, you will die if you die. Osved even felt that Kevin's psychology was completely contrary to ordinary people's, as if his body was not an important thing in his eyes.

But whatever the reason, this attitude is irritating to Osved.

"You don't care about your own body at all?!" Osved couldn't help but asked in a cold voice, "Is there any solution? Since you have lived for so long, what should you do?!"

Kevin glanced at him in surprise, "Why did you explode all of a sudden?"

Osved: ​​"You!"

He choked up after saying one word. He looked like he was so angry that he didn't know what to say. He stared at Kevin coldly for a while, and then he couldn't bear to lower his head and wiped his face, saying firmly, "Forget it. , you just recall if there is a way to deal with it, if you need something or someone, I can send someone to look for it."

Kevin stared at his half-drooped eyelids for a while, then suddenly laughed and said, "If I remember correctly...you were so anxious when you were young, and you said it a few times when you saw me when you grew up, be sure to let me know. I came over with a smile and cried and went back. How can I change my sex now, and are you willing to run errands for me?"

With a pair of hands with only phalanges, he reluctantly managed the clothes that were soaked with blood, and said, "I found that I really don't understand the thoughts of the kid. There is so much difference between when I was a child and when I grew up... "

"..." Osved saw that he started to gossip, he was angry, and he couldn't say it for no reason, so he raised his eyelids to block him: "Don't be hard on your bald chicken feet, it seems that It looks like you can wear it after you've done it."

Seeing that he was finally mean to people, Kevin said: "This is your usual style."

Osved: ​​"..."

"Don't look at me with a brick face," Kevin finished, seeing Osved's face getting worse, he said something human without laughing: "Buried in the ground for so many years, I can cheat a corpse. , this bit of tattered flesh is nothing. It should have happened before, anyway, it will always be fine in the end, so I didn't care. I probably didn't explain it to you, the healing of the wound will actually suffer a lot factors.”

Osved raised his eyes when he heard this: "What factor?"

Kevin raised his finger and gestured out the window: "For example, the environment, such as the weather, than—"

"Just talk when you talk, can you stop gesturing with your two claws?" Osved stared at his fingers for a long time with a face full of indescribable expressions, worried that the joints at the joints were not tight enough. Those knuckles will fall off one by one.

"Tsk—" Kevin squinted at him, "Why are you so troublesome? I can't feel my fingers a little, and I can stay flexible after two movements, any opinions?"

Osved said coldly, "Yes."

Kevin: "Hold back."

After he finished speaking, as if he suddenly remembered something, he gave a narrow laugh, raised his hand and scratched Osved's chin with the tip of his index finger: "Or... you are actually afraid of this kind of thing? Your Majesty the handsome and mighty emperor, when you were young Have you ever been scared to cry by a ghost story?"

The feeling of the tip of the bone slicing through the skin was oddly uncomfortable.

Osved raised his hand and wanted to slap his paw away, but when he got close, he was afraid that the ghost paw would fall apart, so he had to stop in a hurry and replied angrily: "Fuck you, open your mouth and spread rumors. I haven't shed a tear since I can remember, take it back!"

Kevin got over his mouth addiction, raised his eyebrows and closed his hands, and continued to point out the window with his paws: "What did you say? I forgot when you interrupted. Oh! Weather, and seasons. Spring and Autumn It heals faster. You can see that the trees and fruits grow faster outside. It’s a reason. It’s too cold in winter, and the blood is easy to stop, but the wound is easily damaged by freezing. As for the summer like now, the temperature is high and the humidity is heavy, the meat is easy to go rancid and rotten, and by the way, it will attract some insects-"

He was reliable in the front, but when he used metaphors later, it became more and more outrageous. Hearing Osved's eyebrows jumping, he always followed his words to make up his mind. After two paragraphs, he couldn't bear to interrupt: "Okay, I understand. If you continue to describe it, I will stop your mouth. The healing situation is affected by external factors... Are you really making up?"

Kevin slightly took away his joking expression and shook his finger: "I'm serious with you."

After he finished speaking, he said very proactively, "Although your kid finally found out in conscience that you released the handcuffs for me, I probably still have to stay in the house for the past two days, otherwise, if I go out for a walk, I will be stunned."

Osved wished he wouldn't go out and jump, and of course he had no objection.

Kevin thought about it for a while and had nothing to explain, so he waved and chased away: "What are you doing here, what are you doing?"

Osved had never seen a wounded person who was swaying with a skeleton and jumping around like this in his life. He didn't know how to treat him for a while, so he hesitated and didn't want to leave like this. He scratched in his head and asked, "Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"It shouldn't be, oh right" The uncle glanced at his rag-like bloody clothes, raised his chin and commanded, "Excuse me to get a bucket of water, I'll take a shower."

Osved: ​​"………………………………”

Have you ever seen someone with both arms rotted stand upright in front of you and ask for a bath?

No.

Usually both arms are rotten like this, and they should be dizzy before they die.

Osved almost wanted to scold, but when he saw Kevin's invulnerability, he instantly sullen, and said angrily, "You still take a bath like this? A few swipes with two claws on the body can hook out the shreds of meat, Can you die for one day?"

Kevin looked like he was alive: "I heard that you are the one who is obsessed with cleanliness, young master."

"I'm on vacation today! I can endure even a bed of blood. It's just a blink of an eye for someone to change to a new one. Just stay honest." Osved said.

Kevin clenched the corner of his clothes and shook: "It doesn't hurt to stand and talk, or I'll change it with you, and you'll try it all night while you're covered in blood?"

He was only wearing a slim thin shirt, but at this time, he was soaked in blood and almost stuck to his body. His waist and abdomen were stretched, and he could vaguely see the lines of thin muscles. Think about it, it's really not going to feel good.

Osved gave in: "You can't get water on your arm, so let me get some water ready. You wipe your body with a towel dampened with water, change your clothes, and stay overnight."

"Also." Kevin readily agreed.

Osved asked Kevin to hide in the room, and then called in a few quick-handed waiters to replace all the blood-stained things on the bed, and quickly wiped off the floor.

The hot water was almost ready, and the waiter adjusted the temperature and brought it into the room.

"I'll do it later, you guys go out." Osved took the towel, blasted everyone out, and closed the door again.

Those in-house waiters abide by the rules. So Kevin stayed in this house for a few days, and out of this corridor, no one knew.

Hearing the door slam, Kevin came out of the room, walked over and said, "Put the towel here, you can do your own thing."

Osved ignored him at all, just dipped the towel in the hot water to get it wet, and without raising his head, he said to Kevin, "Take off that rag."

Kevin: "..."

"If you wipe your body, you won't be able to convince the emperor." Kevin laughed dryly, raised his hand and waved, as if coaxing a chicken to drive him out.

As a result, Osved did not retreat but advanced, and was already standing in front of him, holding a steaming towel in one hand, and sneered: "Do you know that I am the emperor again at this time?"

"I'm not used to—" Kevin was blocked by Osved before he could finish his dry words.

"You didn't take a bath for a few days when you fell asleep. Why didn't you see any comments? I think you are quite used to working with the emperor." Now that you have two less arms, you should stop struggling if you have more strength. Didn't you cry just now that you were covered in blood and couldn't stand it? Can you stand it now?"

Kevin: "..."

He rolled his eyes silently, thinking that it was against you, and he raised his foot to kick the emperor out of the door, but the emperor's eyes and hands quickly suppressed his movements: "If you don't find a chance to hit me for a day, you feel uncomfortable, don't you?"

Osved said, "Tsk—I'll just wipe the blood on your back for you. You can hook it with your claws in front of you."

Extraordinary practices in extraordinary times. Although Kevin is not used to being so close to people, whether he is a god or a human, but after all, the paws are inconvenient, and the part behind him can't be hooked. So he snorted, put his feet away angrily, and said, "Okay."

Once negotiating a deal, Kevin becomes very crisp. His claws were quite sharp, and he peeled off the bloody coat in three or two strokes, revealing a thin but not flimsy upper body.

His shoulders, back, chest, and abdomen are covered with beautiful muscles, a thin layer, not stretched, but every point is just right. This look is not deliberately practiced, but condensed in years of actual combat.

Kevin saw Osved drooping his eyes to re-warm the half-cold towel, and turned his eyelids behind him.

Despite being mentally prepared, he still felt a layer of goose bumps crawling down his neck all the way to his temples when the steaming towel and another man's fingers touched his back.

For some reason, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became very strange.

The magnanimous Kevin and the sharp-tongued Osved were suddenly speechless.

There was hardly any other sound in the room for a while except for the unsynchronized breathing of the two and the sound of damp water from the towel touching the body.

The problem with Kevin is his two arms, and the blood and flesh are basically distributed around the chest, especially the waist and abdomen.

Since he had no arms to use, Osved had to rest his hands on the junction of Kevin's neck and shoulders, with four hands hanging down on his shoulder bones, his thumbs pressing against the back of his neck.

The soft texture of the towel was wiped down along the muscles of the shoulders and back, and finally concentrated on the position from the side ribs to the back waist, rubbing the blood there. And the thumb pressing on the back of the neck also rubbed the skin slightly.

For a moment, Kevin felt very strange. He felt that the sense of touch all over his body disappeared, and only the small piece of skin on the back of his neck and the lower back still had consciousness. Tell him clearly what the texture of the towel is, and... Osved's thumb has a thin layer of calluses, a little rough.

don't know why, but the towel behind waist stopped suddenly after wiping for a while, and the thumb on the back of neck slowly rubbed twice...

"It's almost there." Kevin suddenly turned his head and glanced at Osved. Seeing that he was stunned for a while, he simply took the towel from his hand and said, "It's just a little bit of blood to wash so slowly, wait until you've wiped it all off, god. It should be bright."

He sneered habitually, then took two steps behind Osved, kicked his foot gently, and raised his chin at the door, "You can go."

Osved's calf was lightly kicked by him, and then he reacted. He followed Kevin's strength and took two steps forward, glanced back at Kevin, and said lazily: "Throw it away when you're done, you're really welcome. O Lord Fassbender."

Kevin walked over to re-soak the towel, and while wiping the blood stained on his chest and side, he raised his eyelids and said, "I've always been like this, the first day you knew?"

Osved snorted from his nose, "I know you're not a thing, but I don't know you're not a thing."

"Get out." Kevin scolded angrily, and he picked up an unknown thing from the side and threw it at the door. After he threw it, he didn't look at the back of His Majesty's head, so he lowered his head and wiped his body.

When Osved stepped out the door, the object Kevin threw just flew past his face and landed on the ground ahead. Osved closed the door with his backhand, took two steps to pick up the thing, and instantly turned green.

That's a boot.

Two seconds later, the emperor's anger faintly sounded outside the door: "You throw your boots at me, don't you want to live anymore?!"

On this day, His Excellency Kevin Fassbender was still very arrogant, but he couldn't stand up the next day, because after a night of sleep, his two bones and ghost claws finally completely lost consciousness and were out of control.

He couldn't even sit up on the bed, two skeletal arms hanging lifelessly at his sides.

Kevin: "..."

Fortunately, since he was imprisoned here, His Majesty, the dear emperor, has developed the habit of going here every morning and evening according to the three-meal rule, which made Kevin once thought that the place he lived was not a bedroom, but a roll call. Report Hall.

Chickens don't have his time.

So early in the morning, when Osved pushed the door and came in, Kevin, who was paralyzed in bed, forgot all the strange feelings from last night. He gave Osved a rare friendly nod and said, "Morning, Your Majesty."

Osved didn't notice the problem at first. He leaned against the door and crossed his arms and said, "This is the first time in my life that I have seen someone lying on the bed and greeting people."

Kevin rolled his eyes: "Didn't you just see it."

"How long are you going to stay? They are ready to bring breakfast." Osvey asked.

Kevin: "...do me a favor."

He took the initiative to ask for help, which was unprecedented. Osved raised his eyebrows and said with a novel look: "What are you busy, say."

"I probably can't get up, I don't feel my hands, you help me sit up." Kevin said.

Osved: ​​"..."

He was almost stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up straight, strode to the bed and bent over to look at Kevin's finger bones: "What do you mean by not feeling anything?"

"It didn't move all night, it's rusted." Kevin thought of a very reasonable explanation, "Stop talking nonsense, get me up."

Instead of mocking him, Osved frowned and held him up by his head.

"Okay, okay, just lean on the head of the bed, I'm fine elsewhere," Kevin said.

"Waist forward," Osved said, tucking a bolster behind Kevin to keep him from leaning too hard.

"Your Majesty, the breakfast for Your Excellency Commander is ready." The inner waiter outside the door reminded in a low voice.

Osved didn't let the maid come in, but went to bring the dinner plate and put it on the bedside table.

Kevin: "..."

Osved: ​​"..."

The two looked at each other for a while, and Osved finally couldn't help but cocked the corner of his mouth, and said calmly: "It seems that you can't do it yourself."

Kevin silently glanced at the plate full of hearty food, then glanced at Osved, only to think that the bastard had the words "pleased" written on his face. Obviously, this guy is very keen to see people and be soft.

"You should be thankful that I didn't follow your example when I was young, and I learned to be an earth-shattering bastard. Otherwise—" Osved said casually: "At this time, I must hold the food to your mouth and say: ' You can eat if you want, please."

Kevin: "...Are you out of your mind?"

There are probably not many in the world who still owe such a debt to others, and even the emperor couldn't help but marvel at him.

Osved smiled inwardly, his face tensed, and with a sublime face, he brought a spoonful of the food in the tray to Kevin's mouth.

The one who was being served didn't have any self-awareness at all, and commanded very calmly:

"Shrimp soup, two mouthfuls."

"Give me a sweet fruit."

"A bite of rye bread."

"Don't do this."

Osved stared at the two plank leaves on the silver fork.

Kevin didn't understand: "How long you live is directly related to whether you eat or not?"

Osved: ​​"Tell me some truth, pulan leaves nourish blood, you need to eat more."

Kevin sneered and didn't care: "My two arms haven't been sealed yet. The blood has just been patched up, and the wound should flow here. Are you stupid?"

"What kind of nonsense are you doing?" Osved was full of anger seeing him like this.

In short, no matter what, the great and handsome former Radiant God and the current commander are extremely disgusted with the pulan leaves. Cyan soft worm."

Osved: ​​"..."

After listening to this kind of nonsense, he felt that breakfast this morning could be completely saved, and he probably wouldn't feel hungry.

"Your Majesty, your face is also very ugly, why don't you make it up." Kevin dragged the syllable and said it very much.

Who the hell is that ugly face? ! Osved glared at him fiercely, and then ate the two green-faced prawn leaves that had been dry for a long time.

"There are also two shiba fruit placed on the Songta fish fillet, please take care of it." Kevin said shamelessly: "Just fork the fish fillet for me."

Osved: ​​"..."

After a breakfast, all the things that Kevin didn't want to eat on the plate went into Osved's stomach, causing the emperor, who had no appetite, to fill his ears with blue soft worms and flying pulp spiders, with a belly of vegetables. Ye fruit, with a dark face, left.

Before leaving, had to help Uncle Kevin take away the dinner plate and turn the pages of the book.

Fortunately, the days of this kind of mental * double torture are not long, as Kevin himself said: "No matter how scary the injury is, there will always be times when it will get better, and there is nothing to worry about."

When he was paralyzed, the emperor mixed various things that nourish blood, flesh and bones into the food for three meals a day, coaxing, deceiving and threatening him into his mouth, and he had to help solve him Those who don't eat are very hard.

But the hard work paid off. Kevin's complexion improved at a speed visible to the naked eye in the past few days. After three days, his two arms finally began to grow flesh at a slow speed.

And in these short three days, other things have also changed-

The North Emerald Country has become chaotic due to Sapir's decree. While the strange petrification disease is spreading, don't know who has listened to some witchcraft rumors in evil books, believing that the blood of a baby is the purest thing in the world, and it can deal with it. A strange petrochemical disease.

Once such a rumor spreads, the consequences will be unimaginable, and Sapir, the madman, is forced to do something more outrageous. It is closely adjacent to the North Emerald Country, and has to prepare for the Golden Lion Country, which has a long-standing resentment with Sapir. .

At the same time, the visiting kings of the city-states reached an agreement with Osved. On the one hand, the Golden Lion Country provided enough drinking water to relieve the petrochemical plague. On the other hand, the city-states formed an alliance with the Golden Lion Country. Including a dominant North Emerald Country for seven hundred years.

It doesn't seem like the situation is bleak. Compared with the Golden Lion Country, which has allies and the people are happy, the situation of the North Emerald Country, which is surrounded by internal and external difficulties, seems to be a little more embarrassing.

But Osved was extra cautious. Although he is not from the giant orc race, he sometimes has a so-called "beast intuition", and he always feels that things are not as smooth as they thought...

He vaguely felt that something was a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

The torrential rains that have been falling for a long time have suddenly become less powerful these days. Every morning is almost a dry and hot sunny day. It is not until almost evening that a wave of thunderstorms rolls aggressively. The flashing thunder and lightning reflect the entire town and even half of the continent. All are bright and dark, giving a vague feeling of unrest.

The day Kevin started to grow skin, not even the evening thunderstorm fell.

And this thunderstorm is always very willful, and it stops for many days.

After Kevin's two arms were restored to their original state, he moved back to the Bronze Army Base Camp from the inner courtyard of the Hanging Palace, and took the soldiers from the camp and the little lion squad for daily drills.

After half a month like this, an urgent report from the Priest's Academy finally reached Osved's desk, with only one line on it: "The rainy season has ended ahead of schedule, and a very strange situation has occurred in the western desert. Please go to the observatory and personally Come and see."

When received this urgent report, Kevin just came over to make a routine report, and before he could figure out what was going on, he was dragged by Osved onto the horse vulture, along the long iron ropeway, only to the observation deck at the highest point of the Priestly Court. .

As soon as they entered, the two were taken aback by the scene inside—

The old priest, who had been in charge of the main affairs, was running along the edge of the observatory, running in a messy footstep, chanting words in his mouth, unable to say a few words, and his voice would suddenly increase, looking like crazy.

The two young priests tried to stop him, but they were unsuccessful, and they were very embarrassed.

"What's the matter? Let me come, just to show me this kind of thing?" Osved was not sure what the situation was for a while.

One of the young priests said, "No, no, no, your Majesty, after priest Mowgli sent you an urgent report, he lay beside the observatory and didn't know what he saw again, and suddenly it became like this."

"Which side?" Osved asked, frowning.

"Here." The young priest pointed to a black water platform facing the edge of the cliff. "This is the south, but we came closer and saw nothing."

On the observation deck of the Priest's Palace, there is a black stone water platform on the south, south and northwest sides. There are dark turtle cracks at the bottom of the water platform. Some of the tortoise cracks are covered with golden dots, some are large and small, and the density is scattered. From a distance, it looks like the most complicated starry sky.

Osved leaned over to the southern water platform and glanced inward, and found that it was calm and calm, without any visions.

He frowned and pondered for a moment, then said, "What kind of strange situation was said in the emergency report that the old priest gave me?"

The young priest pointed to the water platform in the west, and said, "It's here, the signs are still there, but they are very weak."

Osved strode over and bent over to check, and saw the bottom of the black stone water platform, in the upper right corner, there was another faint pattern like a dust cage, which was slowly being washed away by the water.

"What kind of pattern is this?" Osved vaguely felt that it was a bit like a human face, but because it was too pale, it was a little distorted, and it was hard to recognize.

The priest pointed to a certain point in the pattern and said, "This was originally a circular totem, but now I can't see it clearly."

"What totem?" Osved asked.

The priest said: "The phoenix, Your Majesty, is the phoenix that symbolizes Radiant God Fae."

Kevin raised his head sharply: "...how could it be?"