Chapter 212 The Dawn of the Kingdom

Many years later, Tiesai will remember that day.

He thought it was just an ordinary mission of the Wuxiu Association, but he didn't expect to enter Shura Purgatory.

The association told him that several adventurers died in a strange land in the northern new world.

Death is part of adventure, but the people who killed the adventurers strung their bodies on spears to expose them to the wind and sun, and used them for demonstration and ridicule.

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

After consultation, Yancheng and Yaocheng decided to rescue and hand over the rescue to the Wuxiu Association for execution.

Before this, there had never been such a brutal and violent blatant evil act, which was not only a contempt and blasphemy for human life, but also a direct provocation to Yaocheng and Yancheng.

The perpetrators were a rebel army equipped with armor and weapons. They had a neat formation and a large number of people, and they might have a big plan.

The mission this time is to rescue the three trapped adventurers, try to bring back the other three bodies, and investigate the purpose and lair of this group of people.

Tiesai arrived at the tavern in the northern new world and met another person.

The other party wore a suit of armor and a linen robe on the outside. Tiesai recognized the ghost armor at a glance, and learned from the communication that the other party was indeed a ghost.

The ghost is called Yao Pu, she is a senior doctor with the ability of [treatment]. This time she not only brought back the bodies, but also wanted to awaken the three dead souls and lead them back to Yancheng.

Through the ghost armor, Yao Pu made a sizzling sound: "What are you good at?"

Tiesai said truthfully: "I am good at writing 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 clanging metal collision sound.

"Then, I'll trouble you to do more." Tiesai said.

When you go out, you have to rely on friends. It's always good to have someone to help you.

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

Tiesai said he didn't know.

The mission was issued very urgently because the trapped people could be in danger at any time and the bodies could be completely destroyed at any time. The association also immediately issued the mission directly to the martial monks who stayed in Yancheng and selected the three of them.

"It's said to meet outside the tavern, why don't we go out and take a look." Tiesai suggested.

The two walked out of the tavern.

Yao Pu noticed the fighting shovel beetle eating potatoes at the door and seemed very interested: "I didn't expect that someone here could tame this guy."

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

"Is this your mount? I can't tell, you have some skills."

Yao Pu was in awe.

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

Many people regard fighting shovel beetles as high-level horses or extraordinary fighting beasts, which is not right. They are a kind of warriors who advocate adventure.

This shovel beetle originally followed the gourmet Nongchan. Later, Nongchan went to Saniro to be a chef, and entrusted the shovel beetle to Tiesai to continue his adventure with him.

Tiesai suddenly noticed that there was a man standing next to the tavern.

The man was wrapped in an old cotton coat and a felt hat. He looked very old, carrying a bulging bag on his back, and his right arm was tightly wrapped with dense bandages, as if he was injured.

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

"Mr. Yanjiu."

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 deep wrinkles on his face: "You are here for the association's mission, right?"

"Yes."

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

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

Yanjiu whispered: "Follow me, we will talk as we walk."

He led the way in front and walked into the snowy mountains.

"For this mission, the association will tell you very little, because many things need to be kept secret, and can only be carried out by reliable and experienced martial monks."

Yanjiu exhaled white air from his mouth and said slowly: "We are indeed going to rescue three adventurers. Before entering, I need you to paint your whole body blue and temporarily disguise yourself as one of the corrupted. You cannot restore your appearance and reveal your identity without my permission."

"Because we are going to step into another world."

Tiese and Yao Pu both froze at their feet.

"That world is called [Wuji Kingdom], and it is a world where a war between gods is erupting."

"Follow me, and you will know when you get there."

The old man climbed over mountains and ridges, crossed patches of ice fields, and suddenly the front opened up and entered the hills covered with sand and stones. There were endless mountains in front of him, with few plants, but there was only a line between him and the snow-covered ice and snow behind him.

Three martial monks crossed the border to carry out their mission.

...

It has been a month since I came to Wuji Kingdom. Tiesai's initial interest in everything here has changed to surprise and admiration, then regret, and now sympathy and anger.

This was originally an independent kingdom, and the people of the kingdom lived a simple and peaceful life. Now it has been completely broken by the foreign fearless empire, and has been invaded and killed, facing the threat of national extinction at any time.

The Wuji people cannot speak, their eyes are usually gold or silver, and because of their special flesh and blood, they cover their bodies with black mud to avoid touching water, as they will burn and explode if they touch water.

They look strange and cannot speak, but they are not stupid. The Wuji people can make ground boats and carve various small people, palaces, horses and trees out of stone. They are natural sculptors and stonemasons.

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

There was a Wuji man who inlaid several pine cones on his body. Tiesai called him Wuguo. Wuguo gave Tiesai a stone carving, which carved Tiesai's face, and even every hair was carved clearly. This kind of craftsmanship must be priceless 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 imperial soldiers on the ground and waved them.

Tiesai understood.

He drew a picture of the battlefield for Wuguo. In the picture, Wuguo was waving a spear, and together with other Wuji people, he launched a counterattack and was chasing the imperial army.

Wuguo liked it very much and showed the picture to everyone.

He dug out his golden left eye and gave it to Tiesai as a thank you.

Tiesai did not accept it.

He just felt sad.

As a painter, he had never felt as heavy as he did now.

One day, the Fearless Empire seemed to have suddenly lost patience and began to attack the defense line frantically. The giant crossbow machine on the back of the sand lizard fired a columnar crossbow, and the defense line was in chaos, with explosions one after another.

The imperial army launched rounds of bombardment and arrow rain, and the spearmen and shieldmen at the front kept advancing and entered into hand-to-hand combat with the Wuji warriors.

Tiesai saw with his own eyes that two Wuji people were shot through and burned all over. At the last moment, they rushed out of the line and ran towards the enemy, wanting to explode among the enemy. But in a moment he was shot down by the imperial javelin and flaming bows and arrows, and exploded into pieces.

Every time a Wuji person was killed, the imperial soldiers would swarm in and collect the fragments of the body, which were priceless trophies for them.

After that day, Tiesai never saw Wuguo again.

Tiesai drew one picture after another, recording everything he saw: the brave and cowardly Wuji people, the soldiers' crazy grabbing and laughing at the bodies, the running suicide bombers, the flattering surrenderers, and more unknown warriors who stood on the defense line without retreating a step.

These were scenes he had never seen before.

In the world under the protection of Yao Shen, there had never been such a tragic situation.

Tiesai once thought that the life-and-death battle with extraordinary creatures was the cruelest test, poverty was the prelude to life's misfortune, and failure to obtain what one wanted was the most regrettable result for everyone.

Now he found that these were nothing at all.

There was no limit to true cruelty, and even anger became meaningless, which would only make people feel powerless and insignificant.

Tiesai began to paint without stopping. He wanted to record the most realistic scenes here, tell his fellow Yao people what happened here, use paper and pen to remember the tall earth arches that kept collapsing, and leave the dead and dying Wuji people...

He fell into a state of forgetting himself and the world.

Pieces of paper were connected together, and the painting seemed to have life.

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

The hand holding the charcoal pencil was rubbed with blood, and the blood was integrated into the painting.

He saw Wuguo in a daze.

Wuguo spoke for the first time and said to him happily: "My friend, we won, our kingdom won this great patriotic war! Please draw us another picture."

Tiese smiled and said, OK, OK, great, I'll draw it now.

...

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

The doctor Yao Pu said with a sizzling noise: "You almost lost your life. Can you draw dead people? Fortunately, I brought a lot of herbs to pick you up."

The old Yan Jiu next to him looked at Tiesai with admiration: "He has broken through himself and realized his own abilities here. Those paintings are amazing masterpieces."

"Have these paintings been named?"

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

He hopes that the darkness will eventually dissipate.

"What a good name."

Yan Jiu said seriously: "The gods have sent down an oracle, and the 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 be carried out."

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

Tiese nodded vigorously.

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