Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

"As you can see." It opened its arms like branches, "We turned into bronze, we slept, escaped the deadly drought, oh, I ask you, how often does it rain in this world now? Sea water or Is it black venom? Are there small bubbles in the air? How thick are the clouds in the sky?"

Isrit replied: "The wet place is once a week or two, and the dry place can not rain for several months; the far sea is still black poisonous water; there are no small bubbles in the air, we have never seen it; the clouds in the sky... …some days are cloudy, some days are clear, and some days are cloudless.”

"Oh, no, no, no!" the ancient god cried, all seven faces sobbing, "How could this happen? We woke up too early, too early! Elves cannot survive in this kind of world!"

Razor and the Witch-King, IV

Razor and the Witch-King, IV

Razor understood.

This guy doesn't intend to help humans at all, these cowardly and negative guys just want to stay asleep, wait for the right time to wake up, and then rebuild their own civilization.According to the inference it said, the tree elves need moist air, a lot of water and a certain amount of sunlight to survive.But the environment in this world right now is completely inappropriate.

Netway laughed and said, "Fasnat, I heard that tree people don't have chickens and eggs, and this guy seems to be a seedless god."

Isrit asked the tree man, "Do you want to wait until the next epoch suitable for living to come back?"

"Yes." The seven-faced tree god replied.

"What if you can't wait?"

"Then we'll sleep forever, forever."

"What if you can't wait until the moment the world is destroyed?"

"Then we will have to perish along with the world."

Razor couldn't help asking them: "Haven't you ever thought about fighting disasters? Or leaving this world? It is said that there are other worlds outside the sky, and powerful mages can enter and exit other planes. Don't you have this kind of magic?"

"No, our roots are here, and we can't go away."

Razor was also stunned, he didn't expect these ancient gods to be so useless.No wonder the World Lock wants to destroy them, thought Razor, such cowards are better off dead.

No one spoke, and the place was dead silent.However, the elves who had just awakened around were still cheering, celebrating their new life, and they didn't seem to understand what they were about to face.Isrit's expression was a bit sad, but Razor only thought it was ridiculous.Razor asked the seven-faced god, saying: "You don't eat others, you wait to be eaten by others? Then how did you rule the fourth era?"

The seven faces of the Seven-Faced God froze, and then it laughed seven different ways, and said, "We never ruled an era, we just lived in peace with all life in that era. And were eaten by others." What's wrong? Thousands and thousands of animal friends thrive by eating us. Ah! You carnivorous animals are so strange - hurting other life to fill your stomachs, obeying the laws of nature like beasts , is this something to be proud of?"

Razor was rendered speechless by his nonsense.But Estherite said: "But the enemy will not thank you for your sacrifice and dedication. They will only exploit you, squeeze every leaf out of you, and burn you to ashes."

"Why would they do this?" asked the Seven Faced God in amazement. "Why would they harm a harmless elf? We gave them everything they needed to survive—would you harm the brook you drink from? Would you harm the air you breathe? Would you harm a tree full of peaches? Man, what are you thinking?"

Such a creature deserves nothing but heaven, Razor thought.

They were silent for a while, and then the seven-faced god sighed and said: "Then we will continue to sleep. Human beings, sorry, this is not the fourth era, and the tree elves can't give you anything. We can teach you I gave everything to the forest wizard, go ask them for it."

Isrit said loudly: "But the mass extinction is coming! This time may be the real end of the world, god of elves! Don't you want to fight with us?"

Seven-faced God said with tears: "We don't know how to fight! And I'm just the tree brain that controls this city. At best, I'm...a demigod."

Demigods are gods, and we're mere mortals, thought Razor.

Estherite said: "This world is big enough for you to survive! You can go to the rainforest in the south or the lake area in the north to establish a new country. Then we will work together to resist mass extinction! Human beings need you."

"We can't survive! This is different from what was planned, different! Shouldn't our believers keep guarding the seal? Keep guarding until the moment the murloc wakes up... It's messed up! Everything is messed up!" The seven Facing Razor and the others, he cried, "The murlocs should be resurrected first, and the murlocs would give us water, but now the murlocs are still sleeping, and we wake up! There is not so much water in this world for the treants to survive! I, and our people, will die of thirst!"

After saying this, the seven-faced demigod stopped paying attention to these mortals.It said loudly with its seven mouths: "The sixth era has not yet come! People, return to the bronze! Come back, come back!"

The voice first came out of its mouth, and then spread out along the branches, and soon, its voice echoed on every leaf.

Immediately the tree people stopped cheering, and many of them burst into tears.Crying came from all directions, making one's heart palpitate.

Razor was surprised to find that the tree elves were just sad and crying, but no one was angry—why not?After sleeping for thousands of years, finally waking up, but continuing to sleep, anyone would be angry, right?

But all he heard was crying, and all he saw were sad faces.

Now he can be sure: the tree elves have no concept of being angry.

Maybe they not only don't get angry, they don't hate, they don't get jealous, they don't want to hurt anyone.They are such creatures.

Razor had lost interest in these guys, and he didn't want to waste any more time.I'm here to slay ferocious demons, he thought, not to hear a group of treants mourning here.

Following the cries of the tree people and the repeated orders of the Seven-faced God, these guys gradually accepted the facts.Some people began to slowly melt into the bronze, turning into lifeless statues again.The birds died, the flowers withered, and other living things disappeared.The green is fading little by little, turning into silent bronze.

All of this came like a dream, and ended like a dream—a big green dream grew out of the ground, into the sky, and into the whole world.It adorns people's minds with green color, sweet smell, cool breeze and sweet singing, and now, everything returns to death.

However, there is too much green, and the huge tree cannot immediately turn back to bronze, so people can only watch it wither a little bit.This seems to be witnessing the changes of history and the death of ancient gods.

At this moment, Razor saw a smear of blood red.

It's a shooting star across the sky, it's the blood from the sky being torn open, it's a bit of wildfire that destroys the green country - it's a monster!It's the monster Razor has been looking for!

The huge creature emerged from the tree trunk.It hops among the leaves, and each time it flies across the sky, it leaves behind a scarlet flame that splits the tree spirit's green in two.Flame red dazzling.

The ominous demon flew so fast that people couldn't see its true face clearly.Razor's eyes widened, and at that moment it caught its gaze—a terrifying gaze like a dragon's.

"It's the blood dragon, ready to fight!" The Faceless Ranger screamed loudly.

Razor and the Witch-King, [-]

Razor and the Witch-King, [-]

The ferocious demon landed on the blade, and its huge body shook the blade for a while.

This time Razor saw the thing for what it really was.

It was a winged monster larger than a dragon.Razor had never seen a real dragon, so he didn't know whether the thing was bigger or smaller than a dragon.This monster was about as long as five carriages. Its body was made of bright red muscular mucous membrane, with mucus and plasma hanging on it, and the liquid was dripping.There are some scattered red crystal scales on the surface of the flesh and blood body. The crystal scales may be beautiful when taken out alone, but when they grow on this monster, they just feel like blood scabs on the flesh, which is disgusting.

Razor and the others slowly spread out and surrounded the monster.He had cooperated with Faceless Ranger and Knightway once before, so he knew how to cooperate. "Ma'am, get behind me." He whispered to Israet.Estherite nodded and said to him: "I will protect myself, you don't have to take care of me."

Madame is not the weak woman she used to be, Razor thought.

Thinking of this, he looked at the face of the blood dragon.

The monster had a lizard-like slender head with eyes blacker than ink on both sides.Those eyes don't distinguish between black and white, they are completely black, and just looking at each other can make people feel cold all over.The most disgusting part of this monster is its chin. The lymphatic part of its chin is raised high. It is a tumor full of pus. The skin of the tumor is translucent, and it seems to burst when touched, a blister.If you look closely, you can see a long strip wriggling inside.

Razor didn't want to imagine what was in there.

Razor looked at the monster, and he felt contempt, and felt that he was becoming the prey in the eyes of the ogre.

This pissed him off.

The razor suddenly exploded, and he rushed to the front of the blood dragon with a stride, and slashed down with the heavy knife in his left hand.With the sound of howling wind, the heavy sword pointed directly at the head of the vicious demon.The fiend didn't dodge, but swung his neck and hit Razor's chest with his head.So the blade cut on the neck, and the razor was also hit by the monster.He immediately flew back and rolled several times on the ground.

With great strength, he quickly got up from the ground.There was a deep bone wound on the fierce demon's neck, where the blood was bleeding rapidly, and then the blood coagulated as quickly as fresh water in the extreme north, causing the wound to scab.

What a quick healing power, thought Razor.

Then the battle began.

The Faceless Ranger's sword was the fastest, he stabbed more than a dozen swords in an instant, and the needle-like sword pierced the monster's throat like a storm.But his sword was too thin and too weak to cause fatal damage to this rough-skinned and thick-skinned monster.The faceless ranger's attack left many blood holes in the blood dragon's skin, but the wounds scabbed and healed in a blink of an eye.The blood dragon flicked its tail angrily, and its huge tail whizzed towards it; the ranger blew a whistle, and he flipped back with one hand, dodging the attack lightly.

"I need a chance to stab it in the gut!" the Ranger yelled.

Then the red mist came, and Netway surrounded the blood dragon with scarlet magic.The red mist turned into a sword, spear and halberd, stabbing towards the blood dragon one after another.However, a red light suddenly appeared from the monster's body, and the moment the sword touched the light, it all turned back to a red mist, and was then absorbed into the body by the blood dragon.Netway's eyes widened in surprise, and said, "Its blood magic is better than mine!"

Razor realized that his two companions were useless, but he didn't count on others in the first place.

The blood dragon roared at him, the sound was sharper than a bird's cry, and it hurt people's eardrums.The tree elves screamed in fright, and hurried back to their tree holes; the seven-faced demigod uttered seven screams and said, "This is the evil god of refining demons! No, don't hurt us!"

Razor took a deep breath, everything in sight slowing down between his breaths.He saw the ups and downs of the blood dragon's heartbeat, its pulse, and the ferocity in its eyes.But he is not in a hurry to attack, he is waiting for the opportunity.

Razor breathed again, and everything in sight slowed down even more.He saw the flow of the wind, the crumbling red mist, and the frightened faces.He also saw the blood dragon's body fluids falling on the ground, how the water drop deformed, and how it slowly splashed into a group of ripples, and finally he saw that the muscles of the monster were congested with blood, and the blood dragon was full of strength in an instant ...

He seized this opportunity and rushed forward with a stride.

Almost at the same moment when he attacked, the blood dragon flapped its wings, and its feet left the ground.

The blood dragon has a pair of very thick wings, when he flapped his wings, a gust of wind suddenly blew up on the ground.The wind was howling, leaves and plasma were flying in the air; everyone was blown by the wind and couldn't stand still, Natway's feet turned into rivets and nailed himself to the ground; the Faceless Ranger hid behind her and used her to block the wind; Wright clung to the vines tightly, and the two orcs were knocked to the ground by the blast... The seven-faced demigod took root on the ground and shouted: "Go back, go back! My people, go back to the bronze go!"

Only the razor is swimming against the current.

He leaned forward with his back, and his body turned into a flying arrow, shooting straight at the blood dragon's body.The moment the blood dragon left the ground, Razor inserted the weapon into the blood dragon's body.The blood dragon let out a scream and quickly rose into the sky, and the razor also flew up.The things on the ground quickly became smaller in Razor's Eye, and he saw Netway waving his arms towards him, calling urgently: "Come down! Fassnut! Come down!" the woman shouted hoarsely.

But the razor wouldn't go down, and he couldn't just watch the fiend go up into the sky.Because they don't have strong bows and crossbows in their hands, they can't hunt down a flying monster.Worse yet, if a blood dragon breathes fire like a real dragon, they're an easy target.

I must end the fight in the air, Razor thought.

He used the knife as a climbing pick, stabbing the blood dragon's body one by one to climb up.The blood dragon turned over in the sky, but it couldn't throw the razor down.In this way, the razor climbed up the blood dragon's back.

He pointed the knife at the blood dragon's spine, grinning grinningly on his face, and then stabbed down hard.

"Aww!" The piercing screams resounded through Pantoras, and the razor's scalp was numb from the shock.At the same time, a huge amount of blood spewed out, the blood was as hot as hot oil, and the razor was splashed all over his body, just like the time in Xiongshan City.The boiling blood fell on his body, hissing and gasping immediately, his clothes were corroded in an instant, and then the poisonous blood began to erode his skin.

But Razor is no longer the Fasnat with the broken arm!The same blazing heat couldn't hurt him anymore—the blood of the razor turned into polar water, bursts of cold air gushed out of the pores, the cold air isolated the high temperature, and the boiling blood of the ferocious demon couldn't hurt him at all.

But this incident stung Razor's heart, reminding him of those disabled days, and he was completely irritated.He howled angrily and tore open the blood dragon's back, wielding his double knives like a crazy butcher.

The ferocious blood stained his body red, causing him pain and madness.

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Razor and the Witch-King, VI

Razor and the Witch-King, VI

The razor shaved off two large chunks of flesh from the blood dragon's back, and his hands were stained red with hissing heat.But he couldn't cut off the blood dragon's spine, the keel was stronger than his weapon, and he couldn't break the keel even when he cut the double knives to the curly blade.But he vaguely saw the magic runes engraved on the keel, and he recognized that thing, it was an ancient rune for refining demons, it was because of these things that the blood dragon could use magic.Razor dripped his own blood on the runes--blood spells must use blood as a medium, and if the runes are stained with other people's blood, the runes will be invalid.

When his blood touched the rune, the rune immediately twisted and deformed, and he knew that some kind of magic on the blood dragon had failed.

The blood dragon roared again.Boiling blood dripped like rain.Wherever the blood passed, it turned into a piece of scorched earth, and even the bronze turned into copper water.One dragon and one person, they shuttled among the leaves, and the pantoras rained blood, and the boiling blood ignited the branches and leaves, and the elves screamed and fled.

The blood dragon fell, rose, swayed, and spun rapidly.Razor felt that the sky and the earth had been turning around, and he felt dizzy and nauseous.But he hung on the blood dragon's body tightly, and the knife in his right hand stabbed into the blood dragon's body repeatedly.The blood dragon's limbs and mouth could not reach him, and there was nothing he could do about it, so the monster turned its anger on the harmless elves.It spewed a mouthful of poisonous blood from its mouth, and Razor saw an elf being sprayed with poisonous blood. The man screamed and began to melt, and he lost his human form in an instant.

Not even Razor would be able to resist this venom—fortunately I was on his back first, Razor thought.

At this moment, the blood dragon suddenly fell down—the monster turned its body around, rushed to the ground with its back, and fell like a cannonball.

It wants to kill me!Razor was shocked, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw that the ground was attacking him at high speed.His blood pressure rushed to his forehead, and he felt his heart constrict.Almost instinctively, he jumped off the blood dragon.

But he had nowhere to stay, and the nearest leaf was already ablaze.Razor would have plunged headlong into the flames if he jumped like this.He is not afraid of fire, but he is afraid that the fragile leaves will not be able to withstand him, and then they will fall off the pan trust.

He had no time to think, so he could only land there.

As he expected, the raging ferocious fire burned the leaf into a brittle paper, and the moment the razor fell on the ground, the ground of the leaf collapsed, and he was leaked.

He was thrown so dizzy that he continued to fall before he recovered.The rapid fall left him with blood in his head and nausea in his stomach.At this moment, he suddenly found that directly below him was a raised bronze branch.The branch was as sharp as a sword, and if the razor fell like this, it would surely die.

In a hurry, he suddenly used his mind to control his double knives—the razor can use his mind to control metal, but the conditions are harsh, he can't rely on the two knives to make himself hang in the air, but he can control the two knives to shoot in one direction.

So the razor shot at the nearest tree trunk like an arrow. That piece of tree trunk hadn't condensed into bronze, but was still wood, and he nailed it with a "thud".With his two knives stuck in the tree trunk, his body swayed back and forth, the ferocious flames were under his feet, and thick black smoke rose up, making him unable to open his eyes.He took a breath and coughed violently.

Suddenly a strong airflow hit, the black smoke was blown away, and Razor opened his eyes—he widened his eyes, and saw the blood dragon rushing towards him like a falcon, with its huge claws facing His claws were sharp and dripping with blood.

Razor screamed loudly, he drew his two knives, and ran up the almost vertical tree trunk.He has practiced nocturnal travel, and he can "fly over the wall" on rough walls.

After running a few steps, the blood dragon bumped into the tree trunk where he had been living before. With a "click", the blood dragon's sharp claws tore a large piece of bark, and two pieces of bark larger than the body of the razor fell down.Razor felt the tree trunk shake under his feet, and he lost his balance. He quickly inserted his two knives into the tree trunk and hung on it.

This time he couldn't help it anymore, his throat was sour, and he spat it out.The repeated inversions, shocks and concussions made him dizzy.

I can't fight it like this anymore, Razor thought.

Razor was sure that he had severely injured the blood dragon's body just now, but the monster's recovery ability was extremely strong, and he was not sure whether such flesh and blood injuries would be useful.At this time, he heard the piercing scream of the blood dragon, and he knew that the enemy was attacking him again.But this time the blood dragon no longer grabbed him with its claws, but spit out a large mouthful of venom.Razor saw a large mass of viscous liquid flying towards him, he quickly let go of his hand, and fell in a free fall.

He landed on a large soft leaf, and then he jumped among the leaves and branches, and the blood dragon chased him through the leaves.The ogre spit out a mouthful of venom.This venom is different from boiling blood. The venom spit out from the mouth of this dragon is so powerful that even a drop of it on the skin can burn through bones.At this moment, Razor didn't dare to fight it in close quarters.

The suppressing power of the blood dragon's range is reflected. The razor moves quickly between the leaves, relying on the buildings of the leaves to avoid the blood dragon's pursuit.After several moves, he was cornered—he was forced to run to a solitary leaf. The leaves around this leaf were scorched by the blood dragon, and there was no place for him to stay.Just when he was about to turn back, the blood dragon landed in front of him.

One person and one dragon stood face to face, surrounded by raging fire, billowing black smoke, and red and black surrounding them; the blood dragon salivated, and the venom fell on the ground making a "sizzling" sound, burning the leaves under its feet into small pits, The tumor under its neck wriggled rhythmically, delivering venom to him continuously; Razor only felt that he was in hell, and the vicious ghosts of hell were in front of him.

He raised his swords.

This was a provocative action, the blood dragon stared at the black eyes, it opened its mouth, and aimed at the place where the razor was.

After three breaths, the razor rushed towards the blood dragon, and the blood dragon spit out the venom that had been brewing for a long time.It was a large mass of black and red plasma, like a mass of putrid sludge.

The blood dragon's aim was very good, this time it was facing the razor, the venom was huge, normally the razor couldn't dodge it.But at the moment of contact with the venom, the razor suddenly panned in an incredible way.That was different from the usual side flashes, he didn't slow down, and the charge under his feet didn't stop—as if a pair of invisible hands moved him to another position.

In fact, it was Razor who used his mind to control his dual knives the moment his feet left the ground. He made the weapons move sideways, and in this way drove his body to move horizontally.The cloud of venom slid past his cloak, melting half of Razor's clothes, but he couldn't care less.

In a blink of an eye, he came to the blood dragon, and this time he directly stabbed the tumor under the blood dragon's neck.With a bang, the long knife went half way in, and a piercing scream came from inside the tumor.

There is something in here, he thought.