The life of a demon is always the same.
Evade the wizard's hunting party, capture the wizard, and continue to avoid the wizard's hunting party.
Occasionally, when they have free time, the old monsters will discuss their experience in cooking wizard flesh and blood. The little monsters need to take care of their own group of wild monsters, while the banshees like to gather together and gossip about the big monsters that roam the world.
The name of the black ship is the Mist, and it is a battleship built by the Siren King himself.
Its captain, as a legend among the great demons, often becomes a topic of conversation among the banshees.
It is said that this captain is very young, a native demon, born as a true demon, and now less than a hundred years old, he has reached the peak of a great demon.
It is said that he once sailed around the world in a black ship in one day and killed thirteen hunting teams of wizards. None of the three great wizards he led survived.
It is said that he once went deep into the seabed on a full moon night to challenge the eternal Siren King and escaped unscathed.
There is even a legend that he once faced the president of First University
Now, this legend is standing in front of Nikita.
Nikita squinted his eyes slightly, quietly looking at the tall figure with his back to him, and stopped next to the pillar.
"Don't be shy, come closer and see clearly. Whatever I let you see, you are allowed to see." The gentle voice continued to sound, appearing very tolerant.
Nikita was stunned for a moment, then moved forward meekly.
The first rule of the demon clan is that when facing the powerful, you need to maintain respect and awe, and obey their will.
There is a wide table board against the bulkhead, supported by several leaning pieces of wood underneath, making the table board appear very stable.
On the side of the table close to the bulkhead, there are several dark earthen jars placed haphazardly, and several streams of smoke of different colors are swaying within a few inches of the mouth of the jar. On the outward side, an ancient leather scroll was spread out, with some complex patterns outlined in dark gold and silver.
On the leather roll, there was a wooden plate placed randomly. The style of the plate is very simple, and the whole body is covered with dark purple paint. Several complicated patterns are outlined with silver lines near the edge. Nikita vaguely feels that these patterns seem to be in the style of magic script.
My eyes passed over the earthen jars, leather scrolls, and the complicated patterns, and finally landed on the plate.
There is a complete bloody brain on the plate. Two black sharp thorns are dexterously playing with the tiny folds on the brain, tapping it lightly from time to time, and then the brain trembles. In the middle, a bunch of silver-white, misty things were seduced from above, and were sucked into a pair of blue-black lips in mid-air.
Nikita’s eyes trembled.
After her eyes followed the stream of light and landed on the cyan lips, she paused for a moment, and then quickly slid down. From the corner of his eye, he could only catch a glimpse of the hem of his white robe.
The magic text on this robe is also very particular. She thought about it secretly in her heart.
“Memory is a comparison.Something more fascinating. "The gentle voice revealed a deep sense of satisfaction.
Nikita knew he was talking about the silver-white mist just now.
This is very popular among high-level demons A drink, just like the drink that wizards like to drink.
But this drink is not brewed by elves with nectar and dew.
This drink is full of demons. The noble and bloody smell is brewed by the memory flowing out of the warm human brain under the stimulation of demonic energy.
This drink is called memory.
Memory is the aging of time.
For wizards, nothing is more important than time. Their power accumulates in time, and their memories are washed away by time. The most precious essence is left in it.
These essences are the most fascinating enjoyment for high-level demons.
“This brain belongs to a little wizard we just captured yesterday. It is very fresh. , also very rare. Especially the memories full of strength and struggle are so sweet. "The gentle voice praised with some reluctance, "Nowadays, these wizard brains are becoming more and more rare, especially those little guys who have registered. It is a pity. "
Nikita quickly took out a dark red clay pot and handed it forward respectfully
"This is a memory I brewed with the brains of many people. Although It's not as rich as the wizard's, but it's full of exotic customs. I hope you'll enjoy it. ”
The Duobo people are an alien race. They recognize the orthodox status of the Wizards Alliance and disdain monsters. Therefore, their flesh, blood and souls are often used as rare trophies and contributed to high society.
“Don’t be afraid, raise your head. "The captain of the Mist took the pottery pot and rubbed the protruding patterns on it, his voice full of joy.
Nikita raised his head and saw the blue-black lips, the high She had a straight nose and dark red eyes.
In just a moment, she was immersed in those pure eyes, and the demonic aura in her body stopped uncontrollably. < /p>
A large number of memories guarded by evil spirits surged out like waves.
All the memories are repeating the same story.
Live. /p>
Born in the North District of Beta Town, as a child of a magician, Nikita knew how difficult it was to survive since she was a child. When the children of wizards were playing around the town on broomsticks and flying swords, she was attracted by them. I can only look at it with envy, and then follow my parents into the dark and silent forest to collect herbs and change my time.
When I was six years old, my parents left. >One was pulled to the bottom by a water ghost when she was crossing the Silent River; the other was rolled up to the treetops by gray vines when she broke into the Silent Forest.
The Silent Forest was the god of death in her eyes at that time. Incarnation.
When she was a child, her impression of life was a small piece given to her by the old-fashioned magician on the street.Brown bread.
A small piece of dark, hard bread.
The old magician pinched her face with his skinny claws.
Looking at her crying, she stuffed the black bread into her stomach.
Living is very hard.
When she was fifteen years old, she received the admission notice from First University.
She lived in a university dormitory and didn’t have to listen to mice fighting in a narrow attic; she had delicious food and didn’t have to venture into the silent forest for a piece of bread; she even had a friend Lover, his green eyes are always so clear and reliable.
She began to fantasize about the future and life.
In college, she lived happily.
As a senior, I once again stepped into the forest of silence with an internship assignment.
She was attacked by a group of wild monsters.
When the mentor rescued her, her eyes were already filled with blood.
She told her mentor, I want to live.
The instructor said, then run, run far away, out of the forest of silence, to a place where there are no wizards.
So she began to flee.
The wizard's hunting team is very terrifying. They can always find lone monsters, turn them into ashes, or tie them up and take them to dark unknown places.
But what was even more terrifying was that she could no longer restrain herself and began to eat wizards as food.
There is no going back.
However, she is still alive.
Not long ago, the instructor brought a six or seven-year-old girl to find her.
Say, this child also wants to live.
She nodded and took the child back to the Lich King's territory.
The little girl has not been transformed for a long time, always lingering in the stage of half wizard and half demon.
The old lichs in the territory are ready to send this child to the test stand; the little lichs in the territory are salivating and want to have a taste of the little wizard; even her friends are using He glanced at them with malicious eyes.
So, she took the little girl and escaped from the Lich King's territory again.
To survive.
Now, she's on board the ship.
The captain blinked.
Nikita woke up from a dream.
She touched her face in horror, it was wet.
There is sweat and there are tears.
The captain looked at her gently, with a smile on his lips
“Every fallen wizard has experienced desperate struggles.
Those who eat Human blood is slowly pumped from the crying heart."