Doomsday Totem

Chapter 376 Drinking
A few days later, it was Dr3714-2-8.

That night, the icy north wind blew across the dead lake, rolling ice slag and crushed snow into the human settlements by the lake, whistling through the streets and alleys, blowing away the houses made of wood and stones creak.The flickering firelight came out from the cracks in the house, reflecting the swaying figures on the snow, not only did not bring the slightest warmth, but also made the surrounding environment more strange and dark.

Although it was dark and cold outside, the Changshui Bar was warm and lively, like another world.The guests drank heavily and made loud noises. The girls danced sexy pole dances on the small round platform, and several waitresses in aprons shuttled among them, busy.

At this moment, among the noisy crowd, a big man with a square face was sitting alone in a corner, with his hands folded on his chest, his eyes fixed on the empty wine glass in front of him, as if he was in deep thought.

A few days ago, a hunter claimed to have discovered an underground shelter left before the ancient nuclear war in the depths of the cemetery, hoping to recruit teammates to explore.A friend of his joined the expedition, but they never returned.It's been almost a month and still no news.Expeditions in underground shelters can be safe or dangerous.

There are many similar underground shelters in the southern cemetery, all of which were built before the ancient nuclear war.But in the war that followed, the entire southern continent was destroyed.The high concentration of radiation penetrated into the soil layer, penetrating through the thick reinforced concrete, even the shelter located deep in the ground was inevitably contaminated by radiation.Most of the people living in it died, and only a small number survived.Under the influence of strong radiation, their bodies have mutated, and over the long years, they gradually lost their human thinking.It has become a "living dead" who has no death and no life, and relies on animal instinct to act.

They have no thought, no language, and cannot reproduce, but their vitality is extremely strong.In the absence of food, they can enter eternal dormancy.Moreover, their power is extremely powerful. According to the standard of the Templars' combat power, even the lowest-level undead have the combat power of the elementary level of gold, and among them are the existence of high-level diamonds, even surpassing the human holy level.

It can be seen that they may have encountered danger during their exploration.He wanted to organize people to search, but there were very few hunters who were willing to leave the Blackwater stronghold at this time.The severe cold will exacerbate the necrosis of the subcutaneous tissue. Even if he has enough fordine, it will be difficult to resist the erosion of high concentrations of radiation, let alone he doesn't have much fortine.

When he was worrying, his eyes suddenly flashed, and there was an extra person on the opposite seat.

Looking fixedly, the person who came was dressed in a gray robe, sitting in a capable posture, with a gun and a sword on his back.Although the opponent was covered with a hood and couldn't see his face clearly, it was not difficult to tell from his steady breathing and neat movements that he was a senior fighter.

In the silence, the air seemed to freeze. Both sides were secretly looking at each other, but no one spoke first.

After a long time, the man in gray robe suddenly broke the silence and said slowly, "My friend, we seem to have met before."

"Where is it?" The square-faced man stared at the empty wine glass in front of him and asked calmly.

"Wind Sand Castle, Big Rum Bar." The gray-robed man said.

"Who are you?" The square-faced man raised his head, stared at the other party and said, the sharp eagle-like eyes seemed to penetrate the thick canvas hood, and fell into the other party's eyes.He couldn't recall a time when he'd met someone like that at the Big Rum Bar.Even if he couldn't see his face clearly, he could tell from his temperament.Such people are rare, and he can be sure that he has never seen each other.However, the other party's voice is somewhat familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it.For a moment, he was a little confused.

The gray-robed man didn't answer, but stood up, moved the chair away, and took a step back slowly.When he stood firm, he suddenly gave a deep voice, and thick insect shells immediately grew all over his body.At the same time, six pointed long legs slowly opened behind him...

The square-faced man was startled for a moment, and his whole body trembled.Immediately afterwards, he pushed aside the table and chair and stood up.With a loud shout, insect shells appeared all over his body, and the six jointed feet on his back jumped out!
In an instant, the entire bar fell silent, and people turned their heads to look at the two confronting worms, thinking that there was a conflict between them.However, they waited for a long time, but they didn't see any action from the two of them, so they yelled and cursed a few words in a dejected manner, then turned around and continued to drink and eat.

"I'm Iron Slag Norses." The gray-robed man lifted his hood, revealing a young and resolute face.

The faint flames reflected the familiar face, everything in the past seemed to be just yesterday, just like in the past, he almost shouted out another name - Raven!

The resonance from his blood was stirring his heart, but he quickly calmed down and asked calmly, "Tie Slag, where did you grow up?"

"Tieshan Town, my adoptive father is an old man who picks up trash." Tie Slag replied calmly.

"Are... are you... are you telling the truth?" Hagrid Norses murmured blankly, as if he had returned to that snowy night 20 years ago, when he stood in the dilapidated building. In the small hotel, I watched helplessly as the elder brother took away the younger brothers one by one, endured the pain of being separated from each other, but there was nothing he could do...

At that time, for the first time, he felt the helplessness that went deep into his bones. Even though he went forward bravely and fearlessly, he couldn't change anything.Since Raven's death, he suffered another heavy blow, so that he was addicted to alcohol anesthesia for a long time, and he didn't want to do anything.

Iron Slag didn't speak, but nodded firmly.Although they had never spoken to each other, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.That feeling was the same as the first time he saw Norses' genealogy, it was kind and familiar, as if there was an invisible thread connecting them.

"Five...you are really a fifth!" While speaking, Hagrid's vision was blurred by tears.

20 years...

For 20 years, they had no news from each other, just like strangers, growing up alone, facing this cold world alone.

"Bang!"

Quietly, he suddenly strode forward, knocked over the round table between the two, and hugged this brother who had never met before.

He will never forget that night he personally carried his sleeping brothers out of the cradle and handed them over to his elder brother.

Since then, they have been separated from each other without any news...

After a long time, Hagrid regained his composure, let go of the iron slag, patted him on the shoulder, then faced north, knelt down reverently, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for the protection of our ancestors, thank God for his mercy, and another Wash the sword of the boundless to the fullest, unsheath it abruptly, and forge the splendor of the sacred fire!"

Listening to Hagrid's recitation, Iron Slag could only feel the blood in his whole body boil.From now on, he also has relatives!

After a while, the two who had returned to normal set up a round table and sat down again.

"Let's get to know each other again. I'm Hagrid Norsyth, the Walker of the Earth." Hagrid stretched out his hand towards Iron Slag.

"I am Iron Slag Norsyth, Guardian of the Holy Wolf." Iron Slag held Hagrid's broad palm tightly.

"By the way..." After shaking hands, Hagrid seemed to remember something, groped up and down, then took out a mottled badge from his underwear belt, and put it into Iron Slag's hand.

"This is your elder brother's family emblem, and it is yours to inherit now," said Hagrid.

Judging from the faint firelight, the surface of this badge is full of bumps and bumps. Although the wolf's head and the three swords biting in the wolf's mouth are blurred, the wolf's eyes are still vivid and sharp.

"I heard from Old Blind that he is a hero." Tie Slag stared at the badge in his hand and said slowly.

"Yeah." Hagrid nodded, then turned his head and yelled at the bartender in the bar, "Two glasses of the strongest rum!"

Not long after, the waitress brought two glasses of rum to the table.Iron Slag put away the family emblem and popped out a redemption coin, but at this moment, Hagrid also popped out a redemption coin.

"Dang lang lang lang..." Two coins engraved with the old pope fell into the plate at the same time.The waitress was stunned for a moment, looked at the two people puzzled, and asked, "Which one of you will pay?"

The two of them didn't speak, they just picked up their glasses and drank quietly.

"Which of you will pay?" the waitress asked again.

The two still didn't speak, and drank wine on their own.

"If you don't talk, I'll take it as a tip." The waitress threatened.

The two still didn't speak.

"Then I'll take it as a tip~" the waitress said with a slight smile.

The two still... didn't speak.

"Okay~ Then thank you both~ But I have to explain in advance that I won't sleep with you~" said the waitress.

Not only did the two of them not speak, they didn't even roll their eyes.

"Pervert!" The waitress cursed secretly in her heart, and then left with a cramped smile.She felt uneasy about taking this tip, but if she didn't take it, it wouldn't be...

"Do it!" After the waitress left, Hagrid raised his glass and said only one word.

The two brothers looked at each other and drank it down.After drinking, Hagrid turned his head, and was about to call for a second glass of wine, but suddenly heard two soft sounds of "Bump!"Looking back, there were two glass bottles of wine on the table.The wine bottle was inlaid with a silver coat of arms, shining brightly in the flickering firelight. It was two expensive "Misera·VSOP", commonly known as angel wine.

"Drink." Tie Slag raised his hand to signal.

"Where did you get it?" "I picked it up." "Not bad." "Not bad." "Drink." After finishing speaking, Hagrid took a bottle, bit the cork, and took a big gulp.

"Ah..." Hagrid exhaled heavily, and sighed, "Excellent!"

Iron Slag took the other bottle, bit off the cork, and slowly poured it into the wine glass before drinking.

"You..." Hagrid, who was holding the wine bottle, glanced at Iron Slag slightly uncomfortably, and said hesitantly.

"Get used to it." Tie Slag said, taking a sip of his wine gracefully.There are not many good wines now, and it is simply a waste to not be stuffy like bad wines without knowing the taste.

"We Norses never use cups," said Hagrid.

"Really?" Tie Slag asked.

"It's our tradition," said Hagrid.

"Okay." After finishing speaking, Tie Slag poured the wine in the glass back into the bottle, picked it up, and took a sip...

(End of this chapter)