Doomsday Totem

Chapter 422 Test
"Okay." Iron Slag replied simply.

There was a strong sense of conspiracy in Bi Qinglan's words.Although he couldn't figure out the tricks, it didn't prevent him from agreeing first, keeping the other party steady, and then acting by ear, anyway, he didn't have any loss.

"I will send William Reinhardt's contact information to Bitianye's communicator later. You can try to contact him when the time is right. I believe that he will not let you down." Bi Qinglan Said.

"En." Tie Slag nodded.

"You're so good~" Bi Qinglan said with a smile, "If you can always be so good, maybe I can't help but fall in love with you."

"You are too much." Tie Slag said honestly.

"Okay~ It's all right~ You can go~" Bi Qinglan raised her hand, that movement was like chasing flies.

"Okay." Iron Slag resisted the urge to smash the communicator, and said humbly.

After the video communication ended, Tie Slag left the guest room, came to the holy fire altar alone, sat cross-legged on the ground, looked at the silently burning flame, and initiated a daze...

What is the trial of the thunder hammer?If he succeeds, what should he do next.He knew better than anyone else that the temple would find him sooner or later, it was only a matter of time.It is also impossible for him to hide in the ancient temple and bring disaster to this place.As the guardian of the holy wolf, his pride will never allow him to accept the protection of any organization, he can only face it bravely.

But if he fails, and the thunder hammer is taken away in the end, when everything returns to the original point, is all the efforts he has put in now worth it?

In his thoughts, he remembered what the ancient great prophet said just now.

"If death is our doomed destiny, the ancient lineage will accept it frankly."

At that time, he could feel the calmness, calmness, and determination to move forward in the voice of the Great Prophet.

"Although there are not many of us left, we have never been afraid of any power!"

In the faint light of the fire, he seemed to see Kezan's figure, and heard that gentle yet strong voice.

This is the glory that belongs to the glorious flame, and this is the courage given by 510 heroic spirits.When facing an invincible enemy, when facing the inevitable result of failure, they still uphold the belief in their hearts and will not change until death.

As their successor, he should not be timid and dishonor the glory of his ancestors.

"If failure is our doomed fate, we will accept it calmly." Tie Slag said to himself in his heart.

"Son, are you ready?"

When it was dark, a gentle voice came from behind.Turning his head and looking, it was the ancient great prophet in white robes and white hair.

"I'm ready." Iron Slag stood up and said.

The ancient great prophet stared at him, finally nodded, walked to the altar silently, took out the hammer and staff, raised them above his head, and hit each other.

"Keng..."

A deep and long clang resounded through the heaven and earth, and the ancient hammer and staff suddenly glowed with golden light.

"Gone spirits, please guide the way forward for our children and grandchildren. We need the wisdom of thousands of years, the eyes to see the past and the future, and choose the successor of Thunder Hammer for us..."

Amidst the sound of chanting, a strand of the holy fire split off and flew to the thunder hammer, like a companion star, surrounding the period.

Iron Slag took the Thunder Hammer and walked down the dark stone steps.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he walked forward slowly relying on a little light from the thunder hammer.

After an unknown amount of time, a beam of light gradually appeared in front of him.He walked over calmly, but the beam of light became brighter and brighter, like a spotlight shining directly on the eyes, which made people feel dizzy.As time went by, the light became more and more dazzling, until finally, he couldn't see anything...

It didn't take long before his surroundings suddenly became dark, and his eyesight gradually recovered.Looking around, the space here is very narrow and rectangular, with only a small bed, a small cabinet, and a small wooden table.It can be seen from the double iron doors in front that this is the interior of a container.

Looking at the familiar scene, he walked forward quickly, opened the door and walked out.

Under the glare of the sun, a thin, tall old man was squatting on the ground with his back facing him, fiddling with some mechanical parts.

"Iron... Iron..." Suddenly, a familiar title almost blurted out.But the voice was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't shout out.

"Are you up?" "Yeah." "Let's go to town." "Okay." "Have you got a gun?" "Have you got it." "Have you checked?" "Yes." "Okay, let's go .”

The screen turned and came to the town.The old man pulled back a rag that was stained with oil and came out of the spare parts market.

"Do you want brown sugar?" "Eat." "Let's go."

After a while, the two of them crossed the street and came to the small store. The old man went up and bought two long pieces of brown candies wrapped in newspapers and stuffed them for him.

"Go and play, I'll wait for you here." After speaking, the old man took out a small bench from his cloth bag and sat down in front of the small shop.

He knew that no matter how long he left, half an hour, one hour, two hours, or even a dozen hours, as long as he came back, he would see the old man sitting there waiting for him.

A few hours later, the sun went down and it was evening.

"Fighted with someone?" "Hmm." "Why?" "He grabbed Xiao Yu's candy and beat her." "And then?" "I broke his hand." "What else?" "He Son of the Greyhound."

"Oh...it's a little troublesome, but..." The old man smiled slightly, patted his head, and said, "Well done!"

"Old man Tie, your son broke my son's hand, please explain it to me!"

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded from behind.Immediately afterwards, dozens of men with guns poured out from the alleys and surrounded them.

"What reason do you need?" "Do you really need to be ruthless when children fight?" "What do you want?" "I want justice, and your son has to cut off his hand too!"

"Okay, I'll give you justice." After finishing speaking, the old man pulled out his machete from behind, and the people around were startled and stepped back involuntarily.In the next second, he raised the knife and cut off a finger of his left hand, blood splashed out immediately!

"You! Okay...you are a hero, let's forget about it." "Wait..." "What?" "Go back and tell your son, don't mess with him again, or next time, break his hand as usual! "

"You!" The other party was at a loss for words, pointing at the old man, unable to speak, and finally waved his hand, turned and left while cursing, "Crazy! What a fucking lunatic!"

Not long after, the people around dispersed.

"I'm sorry..." "It's okay, next time he dares to provoke you again, you will beat me so hard that he will have to detour if he sees you in his life!" "Okay." "Let's go, go home. ""Um."

The picture changed again, and it appeared in the garbage truck. The old man was covered in blood, most of his body was buried in the garbage, and he was watching him.

"Live..." "Yeah."

Then, the old man closed his eyes forever, and went quietly...

Suddenly, a thick fog surrounded him, and when the fog cleared, he saw a broken body and a pair of empty eyes.

As if aware of his presence, she smiled with difficulty, two sweet dimples looming.

"Tell me who did it, and I will make him suffer ten times the pain." He said seriously.

"Xin Ling is just an ordinary woman, there is no need for Master to take risks for Xin Ling."

"Master, Xinling has another question that I've been meaning to ask you."

"do you like me?"

She murmured, her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally everything calmed down...

The mist came again, and then dissipated again.

This time, he appeared in the collapsed temple.

"Son, please don't be sad, this is the way we wormers pass on." The old man raised his hand with difficulty, stroked his head, and comforted him in a low voice, "My teacher also did the same..."

After a while, the old man took out a letter from his pocket with trembling hands, put it in his palm, then held it firmly, and said, "My child, live well..."

He nodded vigorously.

As he was dying, the old man stared at the flickering flame and whispered, "My friends, Kezan is here..."

A thick fog surrounded him once, and he could see nothing but a white mist.

In the silence, obscure whispers came from afar.

"Why do people who love you leave..."

"Is it this cruel world that caused all this?"

"Is it the temple?"

"Is it the World Parliament?"

"Or the darkness of the human heart?"

Iron Slag shook his head.

"Why is that?" asked the voice.

"If I had enough power and wealth, the Iron Man could live longer."

"If I hadn't angered Carl Leiling and his subordinates, Ye Xinling would not have died in vain."

"If I hadn't gotten into trouble, Kezan wouldn't have had to sacrifice himself," he replied.

"Is it all your fault?" the voice asked.

"Some things could have been avoided, but I screwed up..." he said.

"Is there any other reason?" the voice asked.

"I can only find the reason from myself, because I can't change others." He said.

"There is always evil in the world, and we cannot always back down." The voice said.

"For things that I hate, I have never backed down, but sometimes, I think there is a better way to deal with it." He said.

Then, the sound disappeared, and the whole world fell into silence again.

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice rang in my ears.

"You are wrong, dirty, evil existence." "You are not human, you should not exist!"

At the same time, there was another, equally familiar voice mixed in.

"Take back your ability, take back your words, I'll act as if I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, and I still love you..." "Honey, let's go home, shall we?" "I'm still your princess, you Still my knight, okay?"

Amidst the chaotic voice, the fog dispersed again.

The sky was gray, and occasionally a gust of wind blew by, swirling on the ground, rolling up clusters of fine fly ash, and floating into the air.

On the barren land, countless banners fluttered in the wind, hunting.

One side's golden armor is shining brightly, and the other side's silver armor is shining.

"Ugh..."

"Dong dong dong..."

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

With the blowing of the horn, the sound of war drums, the long swords were suddenly unsheathed, and cold lights pierced the darkness.In the blink of an eye, amidst the footsteps of iron boots, the golden torrent collided with the silver torrent, and the sound of killing immediately resounded through the world.

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

Holding a silver sword and wearing silver armor, he rushed to the forefront of the team.Wherever the sword's edge went, it was invincible, and the killing was full of wailing, and blood flowed like a river.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the crowd, holding a golden sword, and stabbing straight at his chest!
"clang!"

He blocked the horizontal sword upwards, knocked away the golden sword edge, then strode forward, and slashed down with his sword.

"what!"

In an instant, the figure turned into a delicate woman with fluttering silver hair and twinkling star eyes.He was taken aback immediately, and hastily restrained his strength, twisted his body, and barely stopped the sword's momentum.

"Pfft!"

However, the opponent took advantage of the moment when his body lost his balance, and stabbed him with a sword.Immediately, the golden sword came out through his body, his throat was sweetened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot.

"You..." His vision gradually blurred, life seemed to be drifting away from him.

"I'm sorry..." the girl stared at him with tears in her eyes.

"It's okay, I owe you this..." He stretched out his hand, trying to touch the girl's face, but he couldn't lift it up.

"Do you hate me?" the girl asked.

He shook his head. Although they were enemies, he never hated her, even if she killed him.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." the girl murmured, standing up in a daze.Immediately afterwards, she suddenly grabbed the golden sword with both hands and stabbed at her chest.

"No!" He struggled, trying to reach out to stop him, but another mouthful of blood spurted out.

As the girl fell, the whole world darkened and became pitch black.He looked around blankly, but couldn't see anything.

"My child, as you can see, hatred can't solve any problems. Only love can create miracles and create immortal brilliance." A gentle voice came to my ears, but the person who could speak seemed to be on the far shore.

"The Heroic Spirits love this world and you deeply, so they choose to fight to the end and die."

"I am Sunset Lorenfell, and this is the last set of messages I left in Thunder Hammer."

"When you hear my voice, it means that you have passed the test of the heroic spirits and become the successor of Thunder Hammer."

"Now, in the name of the ancestors of the Temple of Splendor, I grant you the post of Warsong Shaman to lead the Holy Wolf Heavy Armor Guard, and in the name of Thunder Hammer, I recruit the Splendid Fire Seed and all people who believe in the Splendid Flame. "

The voice paused for a while, and then continued: "Son, this is our last property, go and receive it."

As soon as the words fell, a map appeared in front of Tie Slag's eyes, and a dazzling star was shining on one of the positions.If you look closely, it is a valley in the middle of the mountains.

(End of this chapter)