Wasteland Echoer

"Sir, are you tasting a drink? Not many people choose to order Cavas in the pub. I heard that people who are highly sensitive to alcohol and are resistant are mostly rational and calm. I don't know what your personality is like, sir. ?”

The man in the suit put his right hand with several brown scars on Luo Nie's shoulder and asked.

"Sir, who are you?" Luo Nie looked at the man in a suit and leather suit in front of him and felt a little unnatural. He stretched out his right hand and subconsciously took away the crossed arm and asked.

"Me," the man put his black hat on the bar against the colorful changing light and said softly:

"There is absolutely no one who poses a threat to you. Just like the cold winter in the old Crusted Empire, as long as you don't take the initiative to destroy it, it will not bring you the ultimate cold."

"The history of the old Crusted Empire? Judging from your temperament, you are not only a lost person, but also a historian?" Luo Nie teased softly, his peripheral vision always staring at the man's hands.

The surge of the magic power of the Lost mostly requires hands and spells, while the power of the invading spirit derived from the magic power is usually released with the eyes.

As long as Luo Nie didn't make eye contact with the man in front of him, and he kept paying attention to his hands in a noisy tavern environment, there wouldn't be much danger.

"Historian? That is an ancient profession. It does not belong to the lower-level professions stipulated by the Zine Empire Professional Alliance. There are no corresponding rituals and magic potions that can be triggered. If someone calls himself a historian, either he is [Deceiver], or [Scholar], but I am neither. I am indeed a lost one, but Mr. Ronai, if you are wary of me, it is better to listen to a few verses of the old Crusad poet , it’s not too late to make a decision.” The man lowered his voice further and said.

"Do you know me?" Luo Nie was shocked, and then he put his right hand in the pocket of his black cotton trousers, trying to use the black features to cover up the light green light of the magic power gradually rising in his hand to guard against the coming danger.

After all, in this no-nonsense zone where all forces are intertwined, the person who can accurately name someone, if not the closest ally, must be the most terrifying enemy.

"I hope you can relax, Luo Nie. Although the rules here do not prohibit killing, there is no benefit to you in fighting me. But having said that," the man looked at Luo Nie seriously, but did not look directly at him. Those sapphire eyes said:

“Have you heard the poem ‘The winter of the mechanical world is the eternal future’?”

"Winter in the mechanical world? A poem by the old Crusted poet Hein? I heard it was his call before his death." Luo Nie breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his right hand.

"That's right, do you know the next sentence? Mr. Luo Nie." The man in the suit turned back and said.

"The new era will... perish in the night and ice?" Luo Nie said with some uncertainty, looking up at the man's weathered face.

"That's right, Mr. Luo Nie, this is the code word we agreed through the middleman. Let me know, I am the person who was entrusted by Master Bude before. You guessed it right, I am a lost person, my name is Dylan Da Gram. Five days ago, he paid me thirty Singapore dollars and entrusted me to provide you and your partner with information and some of the supplies you need." Dylan said, stretching out his right hand with a scar that looked like a map, towards Luo Nie expressed friendship.

"Hello, I'm Luo Nie, you already know." Luo Nie also extended his hand and shook hands briefly.

"But then again, Mr. Ronie, you came to Sunida via Route 62 before, right?" Dylan asked, reaching into the inner pocket of his black suit jacket and taking out a newspaper.

"Yes. Because Route 65 has not yet been fully opened. So... uh, Sai and I chose this road to go to Silent Highlands. But looking at the current situation, this road may be difficult to walk." Luo Nie complained. , holding the back of his head with his hands crossed, looking at Dylan helplessly.

"I'm afraid Route 65 is even more difficult to walk. The Empire was defeated by one of our compatriots in the battle to recapture Kefu Station. It was a disastrous defeat and tens of thousands of people were killed." Dylan said, his face lit up when describing this matter. There is no expression on his face, it can even be said that he has no position and is very indifferent.

"I have heard about the fighting there, but the disastrous defeat was unexpected. In this case, I am afraid that Route 65 will not be completely opened within a year." Luo Nie held his chin and supported it on the bar with his arms, thinking road.

"Probably. But most of the people fled to nearby cities. It is said that more than half of the defeated people chose the Migov to Chekavsk line. Also, I'm afraid your Master Bude didn't tell you something. I belong to the 'Hope Church', and I currently serve as the middle grade Simon. But I want to emphasize that this is just a job title and does not mean that I specialize in this work." Dylan said seriously.

"Middle-grade... Simen." Luo Jie muttered in his mouth and said:

"As a member of the Church of the Lost, my master's deal is worth it. If you are at the middle level, you should have the strength of level 5 or above."

"Unfortunately, no. I put all my time and energy into professional promotion. Moreover, the pain of Step 5 to the hope of Step 4 requires potions, opportunities and contact with gods. This is why our church is in The reason for establishing a stronghold in the southeast corner of Silent Highlands. But having said that, Mr. Luo Nie, my time is limited, and I hope to increase the density and quality of information in this brief conversation. I wonder if you are willing." Dylan said. Subconsciously, I glanced at the valuable antique brand-name watches.

"Okay, from now on I will only listen and not analyze or question any information." Luo Nie nodded and said.

"Well, let's talk about what you are most concerned about first. That rare [Order] person you hope to find when communicating with the false gods, we learned a little bit about it through our own spirit formation and inquiries to the Tenin sect. Information." Dylan paused, and after making sure that Luo Nie didn't interrupt, he continued:

"He may be the man from the Sokra Guards, named Let Sokra. He should be in Migov or Chekavsk at this time. But his identity was tested by Natasha and has not been formally processed by our church. Approved by the deck test, but he may have some unactivated transcendent power. You can try to communicate with him through heraldry. However, it doesn't make much sense if you expect to cooperate with him to find gods. "

"That's right..." Luo Nie nodded and silently memorized the name Wright Sugra.

"The second is God. According to our current information, that God may be related to machinery. His detection and opening requires three coats of arms. Two of them currently have relevant clues, but the other one may be related to a It has something to do with the mask. After losing more than a dozen powerful elite lost ones, we followed the graceful singing and got some scattered information from a cave in the Silent Highlands. Simply put, it is about a Crusted girl story." When Dylan mentioned "girl," Luo Nie could clearly see the subtle twitching of the corners of his mouth.

"Mask? Is it related to the "hair ball monster"?" Luo Nie thought.

"Girl?" Luo Nie blurted out subconsciously.

"Yes, girl. And some of the lost people in our church said that after seeing these records, they heard melodious songs, similar to the country songs of the old Crusad Empire. But they all fell into madness within seven days, In the end, all the blood in his body was drained and he died. So, Luo Nie, if you want to really contact this god, I advise you to be mentally prepared." Dylan replied.

"Wow," Luo Nie's mind flashed through the pictures of the deaths of the lost people processed by the brain, and he took a breath and said:

"But my decision will not change. It's an obsession."

"Oh, right." Dylan suddenly thought of something, turned to look at Luo Nie's sapphire eyes, and said:

"Your master Bude also purchased a divination service from us, which I personally performed using the sequence of cards. In short, the result was two cards: love and adventure. I don't need to explain the meaning of love, but Risk-taking has two meanings, one is the spirit of adventure, and the other is meaningless risk-taking. It is rare for these two combinations to appear in 16 types of cards. I can't explain it. I just hope you can understand it."

"Okay, love and adventure." Luo Nie nodded slightly and remembered it in his heart.

"One more thing," Dylan glanced to the left and said:

"The ritual called 'Blood Night' that is held once every 40 years in the Holy City of Sogra will probably take place in 35 days. Although the Church of the Dark Night and the Church of Giants will not interfere, we hope that the church may take action. But In fact, the people who deserve the most vigilance are the members of the Sokra Committee. They may have ulterior motives. If you want to take refuge, I advise you not to return to Sokra. Chekavsk, Zhnetsk, or Taking the sea route from the south to the Putoa Federation is a good choice. A few days ago, when our people were in contact with the collaborators of the Socra Committee, they felt a strange smell, which was very unusual."

"What...smell?" Luo Nie asked.

"The breath of a dragon," Dylan replied.

"Dragon? Is it the legendary race that ruled the world in the first era, was defeated by humans in the second era, tried to resurrect in the third era, and lurked among humans after the failure?" Luo Nie said in surprise, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yes, that's right. And it was mentioned in "The Ancient World" that anything related to paradise is inseparable from the great dragons and wolves. If the Socratic Committee wants to use the power of gods to start that crazy plan, I'm afraid Humanity and the lost will have to stand on the same front. Oh, by the way." Dylan said, putting the black long hat on the bar next to him on his head again, and said:

"I heard that you want to refine the magic source emblem, right? Then I can recommend a container to you. It is sold in the underground market here. It is said to be a copper vessel, hexagonal, with a piece in the middle for placing plants. The round mouth of the essence. You can place alcohol blocks or coals underneath it to ignite the refining medicine. It is said to be made with the mysterious power from the East. However, it may no longer be imported to the Federation of Fire by sea."

"Is it...expensive?" Luo Nie subconsciously asked what was on his mind.

"Rare but not rare." Dylan did not answer directly.

Instead, he stood up in front of Luo Nie, looked at the crimson moonlight rising gradually outside the tavern window, and the prosperous streets with blue, red, yellow, green and other colors, and sighed.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a dark red pendant suspended from a silver-white chain from his arms, and waved it in front of Luo Nie's eyes for a few times.

Then, Luo Nie felt a sleepy feeling welling up from the depths of his soul. He felt that everything around him began to become blurry. The noisy tavern was like a rapidly rolling out-of-control mechanical car, spinning continuously in front of him.

"Luo Nie, I'm sorry. I can't dissuade you, but maybe you have forgotten me. But it doesn't matter, the century-old friendship between us will shine in the most critical moment. Now, it may pray for you. Bless you. Make the right choice on the dangerous path chosen by fate." Dylan's ethereal, god-like voice passed through his ears.

However, two or three seconds later, his vision was enveloped in endless white mist, and he fell asleep completely.

…

"Hey, guest, wake up." Capet's unique goat-like voice pulled Luo Nie out of her unconscious dream.

"Huh? I was talking to someone and fell asleep like this?" Luo Nie asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Talk? I didn't pay attention. Anyway, you can't sleep here, otherwise you will have to pay extra. By the way, I heard that the dance performance at our underground auction is about to start. I looked at the time, um, 11:56. There is still more than half an hour, and it will officially start at 12:30. It is said that the dance choreography is related to the auction items. Well, you see, those curious guests have gone to the dealer to buy tickets to watch the fun, aren't you going?" Put raised his head and pointed to a few empty seats around him.

"Oh, go, definitely go, the tickets are all bought. It's almost twelve o'clock? Time flies so fast." Luo Nie yawned and looked at the old watch and said.

The moment he raised his hand, he discovered that there was a dark red pendant hanging from a silver chain wrapped around his hand, with the word "lover" written on it in the ancient Zhne Empire language.

While Luo Nie was trying hard to search for relevant memories of the encounter with Dylan's identity, it felt that the sequential monster wristband made of cheap cloth that Sai gave him on his left hand was gradually becoming hot. stand up.

Immediately afterwards, at this moment, a picture of Say made of Mars flashed before his eyes.

"Oops, bracers. Say is in danger."

I recommend a TV series called "The Beginning", a suspense drama of conscience.