Chapter 212 Dawn of the Kingdom

Many years later, Tiesai will remember that day.

He originally thought it was just an ordinary mission of the Martial Arts Association, but he didn't expect to step into Shura Purgatory.

The Association told him that in a strange place in the northern New World, several adventurers died.

Death is a part of adventure, but those who kill adventurers string their corpses on spears to expose them to the wind and sun, and use them for demonstration and ridicule.

The surviving adventurers escaped and asked the association to rescue the trapped companions and bring back the bodies of the three adventurers so that their souls could return to their homeland.

After discussing with Yaocheng, Yancheng and Yaocheng decided to rescue them, and handed over to the Martial Arts Association for execution.

Before this, there has never been such a brutal and blatant crime. This is not only a contempt and desecration of human life, but also a positive provocation to Yaocheng and Yancheng.

The perpetrators were a rebel army equipped with armor and weapons. Their formation was well-organized and there were a large number of them.

This mission is to rescue the three trapped adventurers, try to bring back the other three corpses, and investigate the purpose and lair of this group of people by the way.

Tiesai arrived at the tavern in the northern New World and met another person.

The other party was wearing a suit of armor with a linen robe over it. Tiesai recognized Ghost A at a glance, and learned through communication that the other party was indeed a ghost.

The ghost is called Yaopu. She is a senior physician with the ability of [healing]. This time in the past, she not only brought back the corpse, she also wanted to wake up the three dead souls and lead them back to Yancheng.

Through Ghost A, Yao Pu made a sizzling voice: "What are you good at?"

Tiesai said truthfully: "I am good at sketching and drawing maps, and I don't have much combat experience."

"It's okay, I'm here. Don't look at me as a doctor. In fact, I often fight with sandworms and man-eating crabs. After they are injured, I will treat them."

Yao Pu patted his chest with his finger armor, making a sound of metal impact.

"Then, I will trouble you to work harder." Tiesai said.

When you go out and rely on friends, it is always good to have someone to help you.

"There is another martial artist." Yao Pu asked, "Do you know who it is?"

Tiesai said he didn't know either.

The release of this mission is urgent, because the trapped people may be in danger at any time, and the corpse may be completely destroyed at any time. The association also immediately issued a task directly to the martial monks who stayed in Yancheng, and selected the three of them.

"It's about meeting outside the tavern, why don't we go out and have a look." Tiesai suggested.

The two walked out of the tavern.

Yao Pu noticed the stag beetle eating potatoes at the door, and seemed very interested: "I didn't expect someone here to tame this guy."

Tiesai explained: "It's not tame, it's a companion."

"This is your mount? I can't tell, you have some skills."

Yao Pu was in awe.

"It's not a mount...it's a partner." Tiesai emphasized.

Many people regard stag beetles as high-level horses or extraordinary beasts. This is wrong, they are a kind of warrior who advocates adventure.

This bucket beetle was originally with the gourmet farmer, and later he went to Sanello to work as a chef, so he entrusted the bucket beetle to Tiesai and him to continue the adventure.

Tiesai suddenly noticed a person standing by the tavern.

The man was wrapped in an old cotton coat and wore a felt hat. He looked very old, with a bulging bag on his back, and his right arm was tightly bound with bandages, which seemed to be injured.

Tiesai has excellent eyesight, he was excited and walked over quickly.

"Mr. Shiojiu."

He tried to lower his voice: "I can see you in the north, are you practicing here?"

The old man smiled at him and squeezed out the deep wrinkles on his face: "Are you here to accept the mission of the association?"

"yes."

Tiesai was stunned: "Are you... with us?"

Yao Pu also came over, and she also hissed this time: "Grand monk Yanjiu! I...I have always admired you."

Yanjiu said softly: "Follow me, talk while walking."

He led the way and walked all the way into the ice and snow mountain.

"For this mission, the Association will tell you very little, because many things need to be kept secret, and only reliable and experienced martial monks can perform it."

Yanjiu exhaled white air from his mouth, and said slowly: "We are indeed going to rescue the three adventurers. Before entering, I need you to paint your whole body blue and temporarily disguise yourself as a member of the Corruptor. Without my permission You couldn't restore your appearance and reveal your identity before.

"Because, we are going to cross into another world."

Tiesai and Yaopu both felt their feet go stiff.

"That world, called [Wuji Kingdom], is a world where a war of gods is breaking out."

"Follow me, you will know in the past."

The old man climbed over mountains and ridges all the way, and crossed patches of ice fields. Suddenly, the front suddenly opened up, and he entered the hills full of sand and gravel. In front are endless mountains with few plants, but there is only a line separating them from the snow-covered snow-covered land behind.

Three martial monks cross the border, on a mission.

It has been a month since I came to Wuji Kingdom, and Tiesai was very interested in everything here, from initial enthusiasm, to surprise, to regret, and now to sympathy and anger.

This was originally an independent kingdom. The people of the kingdom lived a simple and peaceful life, but now it was completely broken by the foreign fearless empire.

The Uzi people can't speak, their eyes are usually gold or silver, and because of their special flesh and blood, they paint their bodies with black mud to avoid touching water, and they will burn and explode when they touch water.

They look weird, they can't talk, but they're not stupid. Wuji people can make ground rowing boats, and can carve various villains, palaces, horses and trees out of stones. They are born sculptors and stonemasons.

Some Wuji people will leave something representing their name in the black mud on their body, such as a palm print, a branch, or various stone carvings, that is their name.

There was a Wuji man with several pine cones inlaid on his body, and Tiesai called him Wuguo. Wu Guo gave Tiesai a piece of stone carving. The face of Tiesai was carved on the stone, and every hair was carved very clearly. This kind of craftsmanship must be invaluable in Yancheng.

In return, Tiesai drew a portrait of him.

Wuguo was very happy. He pointed to the paper, gestured, waved his arms, and picked up the shields and spears left by the soldiers of the empire on the ground.

Tiesai understood.

He drew a battlefield map for Wu Guo. Ugo is depicted wielding a spear, launching a counter-offensive with other Uzis, and is chasing down the imperial army.

Wuguo liked it very much, and showed people around with the painting.

He cut off his golden left eye and gave it to Tiesai as a thank you.

The iron plug was not collected.

He just felt sad.

As a painter, he has never been as heavy as he is now.

One day, the Fearless Empire seemed to suddenly lose patience and began to attack the defense line frantically. The giant ballista on the sand lizard's back shot out column-shaped ballistas one after another, the defense line was in chaos, and there were explosions one after another.

The Imperial Legion launched round after round of bombing and arrow rain. The spearmen and shield soldiers at the front kept pushing forward, and entered hand-to-hand combat with Uzi fighters.

Tiesai saw with his own eyes that two Uzis were pierced and burned all over. At the last moment, they rushed out of the front line and ran towards the enemy, trying to explode in the enemy. But in a moment, he was shot down by the empire's spears and flaming bows and arrows, and was blown to pieces on the ground.

For every Uzi killed, Imperial soldiers flock to collect the fragments of the corpse, which are priceless trophies for them.

After that day, Tiesai never saw Wu Guo again.

Tiesai drew one picture after another, recording everything he saw: the brave and cowardly Uzis, the soldiers looting and laughing at the dead bodies, the running self-destructers, the obsequious surrenderers, and more There are many unknown fighters who stand on the line of defense and never retreat.

These are pictures he has never seen before.

In the world under the protection of God Yao, there has never been such a tragedy.

Tiesai once thought that the life-and-death struggle with extraordinary creatures was the cruelest test, that poverty was the prelude to misfortune in life, and not being able to ask was the most regrettable result of everyone.

Now he found that these were nothing at all.

True cruelty has no lower limit, even anger becomes meaningless, it only makes people feel powerless and small.

Tiesai began to draw desperately without stopping. He wanted to record all the most authentic scenes here, tell the compatriots of the Yao nationality what happened here, use paper and pen to remember the tall arches that kept collapsing, and leave The dead and dying Uzi people...

He fell into a state of forgetting both things and me.

One piece of paper is connected together, and the painting seems to have life.

The dead Wuji fighters stood up from the paper, smiling on their stiff and dark faces, the soldiers waved to him, and then rushed to the battlefield without hesitation.

Tiesai's hand holding the charcoal pencil has been rubbed with blood, and the blood has merged into the painting.

In a daze, he saw Wu Guo.

Ugo spoke for the first time, and said happily to him: "My friend, we have won, our kingdom has won this great Patriotic War! Please draw us another picture."

Tiesai smiled and said, OK, OK, great, I will draw now.

When he woke up again, Tiesai felt as if he had lost his soul.

Physician Yao Pu said with a sizzling noise: "You almost died. Can painting also draw dead people? Fortunately, I brought a lot of herbs, so I brought you back."

Old Yanjiu next to him looked at Tiesai with admiration: "He has broken through himself and realized his own abilities here. Those paintings are great masterpieces."

"Do these paintings have names?"

Tiesai was silent for a while: "They are called Dawn of the Kingdom."

He hoped that the darkness would eventually dissipate.

"What a nice name."

Yojiu said with a serious face: "The gods sent an oracle, Lord Blood Knight is preparing the Corruptor Legion, the real counterattack will begin soon, and the war will end soon. Our mission has also been officially allowed to execute."

"Everyone, let's go and save our compatriots together."

Iron Plug nodded vigorously.

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