Darkness, emptiness, serenity like the beginning of the universe before it was born.
Where is it? What happened? These two questions came to Murfittin's mind before he realized "himself". He felt agitated and could not remember anything, as if he was caught in a nightmare from which he could not wake up.
At that moment, a light ripped through the darkness and became a star of enlightenment in the nothingness, and Murfittin instinctively drew closer to the light. When he got closer, he realized it was an eye, a very large and bright eye, floating in mid-air.
There you are, mortal ...
Murfittin was startled, before he realized who was speaking. "What are you?"
I am empty, I am there, I am the terminal of the chaos of all things, the gods in charge of the birth and death of the spirit Ming, mortals referred to me as ... Manohana Writing Wheel Gaidao born dominant color armed Senbonzakura King Gilgamesh Magic Ritual Runginus of the first!
What with what? Murfittin gulp, anyway, he did not understand, but it seems very powerful look. "So ... the god of primaries, am I dead? Do I need to repent?"
Repentance ... that is just a yoke to punish the good; death ... the way back of all things, but not you.
"Meaning I'm not dead! Then I ... what you want me to do, I can sacrifice to you and forge a palace for you."
I am the god of death, descending to earth, not to kill, not to redeem, I only want to complete my own game.
"What game?"
Hunting and struggling, survival and extinction, strength and weakness.
Murfittin had a flash of light, remembering the dogfish's eyes on fire. "I get it! The game ... is a test right? Pass and you'll be rewarded, just like the dogfish, with that power of fire!"
Correct.
Murfittin was still in some disbelief that such a good thing would come to him? "What will it take, I'm definitely not giving my soul."
What do I need your feckless soul for? It's just a game. Win, and I will bestow upon you a spell, recite it and you will ascend! Lose, and the enemy will take the spell from the corpse. The king will win and the enemy will lose, that's all.
"Who is my enemy? And who will I hunt?"
The other gamer, to whom I gave the blood-sucking weapon, I will give you. But there is only one Hunger Games victor.
"The game must be fair! I want the best."
Your greed enchants me, I will give you a weapon, try to please me. I'll show you how to use it ...
The dim candlelight of the office came into view, and the distant clamor in his ears rose again, when Mephitin suddenly found himself in his chair. He reflexively touched his neck, unharmed, the fingers of his right hand complete. Was it a dream?
No, because there was blood all over the floor, his blood. Murfittin desk with two things, a small box similar to a jewelry box, a glass ball filled with white crystalline powder. Recalling the words of the wide-eyed one, the former was a reward given to Murfittin and had to be coated with the blood of a competitor to open it. The latter is a weapon for participating in the game.
Sitting dumbfounded for half a second, the deacon of Fort Blood Exhaustion gritted his teeth and slapped the table, copied the two items into his pocket and went downstairs.
Not afraid of smart people, but afraid of smart people. Murfittin has formed a string of conspiracy theories, dogfish 80% is another contender, the two elves who came maybe. Why not just kill them all, anyway, this is Blood Exhaustion Castle, his territory. Murfittin majestically gathered the guards and went.
Rewind a quarter of an hour, Drusillia and Rameshlei sneak out of the tower, the top floor of which is the office of the Lord of the Blood Exhaustion Fortress, and the lower floor is the place for other civilian logisticians. The two elves hung like spiders at the top of the walkway, the crude architectural layout giving them concealment, unnoticed by the humans hurrying below.
Seeing no humans, the Ranger landed and was about to walk out of the tower, but was called by the princess.
"What's wrong?"
"Listen, it seems someone is speaking Tyrian, an elven accent, female."
Ramesirai listened sideways, and indeed there was an elven voice that seemed to be arguing, and the sound of human scolding. The two elves looked at each other and traced the sound to a room that appeared to be a document storage vault. Inside was a human dressed as a clerk, beating an elderly female elf with a cane.
"I told you to act noble! I told you to write nonsense!" The beating was accompanied by scolding.
Seeing such a situation, the princess could not hold back and rushed in to finish off the human with an arrow. Then picked up the bruised elf and unlocked the shackles on his hands and feet.
"Nieron is above! Your Highness? How do you ..." the old elf exclaimed incredulously as he saw Drusillia's face.
"Sister Lax?" The princess was even more surprised, this old lady she knew well. Lax was a nobleman of the Green Capital, a devout believer of the Lord of Rituals, and had been appointed as the princess's personal ritual officer to teach her speech and behavior. However, due to personality issues, the two elves had a very unpleasant problem with each other. It had been a long time since they had met, and the occasion of reunion was really unexpected.
The older Lax, not at all like the helpless elves who were rescued, the surprise converted into sulking and snarled with astonishing vigor towards Rameshirai: "Insolent commoner! How dare you bring the princess to the filth of humans! You should be tortured by the fire of the gods, you instigator, dirty bilge!"
The more he cursed, the more he raised his hand and slapped her. Rameshira clutched her wrist, her eyes blazing with rage.
"Let go! I'm a nobleman, you can't touch me, you commoner! Faithless people who don't know manners!"
The ranger sneered, really did not expect to save a person to save an extremely good. "And who are you to rebuke me, old woman. Did you write these documents? Let me see ... you actually sold the intelligence of the forest to humans!" Rameshirai cupped a piece of paper and gritted his teeth. "What have the humans given you? Worth betraying your fellow countrymen?"
"Humph, I am a captive, exchanging information for bread and water only. As for the rest, you are not qualified to hear my explanation."
"Really, then how about I leave you here to enjoy the bread of the humans."
Drusilla could not bear it any longer and shouted, "That's enough!"
"Sister Lax, in any case, Rameshirai is a brave man who came to rescue you and the rest of your countrymen and should not bear the blame. Ramesile, whatever she has done, the judgment is in the hands of the council of elders and my father and must be brought back."
Rameshirai and Lax glared at each other viciously and looked away without speaking. Drusillia also hated this chattering old woman, who was obviously saved, but was full of accusations of rude drinking. But she knew that she must not abandon her fellow countrymen for personal good or evil.
The princess spoke to the old elf about the following schedule, and the latter commented on the plan as whimsical. When Drusillia explained the magic, there was almost another argument. Lux said that the princess was tricked by a liar and the ranger was sick in the head, and strongly urged the two elves to withdraw immediately to the green capital.
The party of two became three, it is good that Lax is not confused, sneaking without saying a word. But the hands and feet are weak, there are injuries, but hardened not to accept the assistance, slowing down the speed of travel.
The chaos in Fort Bloodshed showed no sign of stopping, as the slave catchers heard the elves outside the fort and rushed out in a flurry. The soldiers of Fort Bloodshed struggled to maintain order, and were beaten to death by the ferocious elk. Several fire pits were overturned, setting two houses on fire.
Strangely enough, the further you went to the center of the fortress, the fewer people there were. By the time they got outside the room in the underground prison, there was simply not a single guard. Originally expected vicious battle easily passed, Rameshirai a push on the door, actually unlocked.
Drucilla and Ramesile were stunned, but Lax whispered praise to Nieron, as if the Lord of Rituals had come down to earth and helped them pick the lock. In any case, they went in.
What the princess and the ranger did not know was that without Lax's delay, they would have run head-on into the dogfish. And it was this interlude that staggered their descent from the stairs with Mephitin. The deacon of the Blood Exhaustion Fortress was currently crouched in the square at the gate, watching a thrilling battle.
Murfittin told the guards to inform the dogfish that the two elves were surrounded in the square. The dogfish, who was increasingly eroded by the fire of turbid eclipses, was filled with an overwhelming desire to destroy and did not recognize the clumsy scheme. Turning a corner, he saw the ferocious elk crashing head-on.
The elderly human let out a roar, hands to meet the elk's horns, surprisingly against the elk's feet were plowed out a furrow, but did not let go.
The guard who led the elk over looked back and was frightened enough.
A man and a deer then pinged in an unbelievable way.
In the distance, the guard next to Murfittin, squatting on the ground, clutching a large handful of thatch in his hand, turned his head with a bitter expression and said, "My lord, we seem ... a bit idiotic."
"Shut up!" Murfittin feel as idiotic, but that so-and-so god, told him to use weapons, you have to jump out of the grass, while shouting slogans to be effective. The blood-depleted fortress was cleaned up pretty well, and actually couldn't find the grass. Murfittin had to send the guards to pull the grass outside, and then one person a large clutch, into artificial scenery.
A group of silly guards pinching grass, blocking the fortress master in front. But the thatch is not high this season, even if squatting, there is half of the body exposed. From a distance, it is simply silly to see.
At this time, the green light in the eyes of the dog fish, poof the elk eyes burned to a crisp. Then a hard break, broke the neck, and then holding the stump, began to drink blood painfully.
The guards were dumbfounded, and some turned tail and ran in fear.
Murfittin gritted his teeth, he could see that the dogfish was a bit delirious. But then a distance is a bit long, throwing glass balls can not reach. So, a bunch of warring guards with a crouch, pinching grass, feet little by little to rub forward. The guards all felt that the burgomaster was not only stupid, but also mentally deranged.
Close enough, Murfittin stood up, at that moment, he seemed to be possessed by the gods, with endless courage and justice. With a powerful voice, he shouted in a stormy voice: "Demacracy!"