Chapter 312

It was a cold rainy night.

Torrential rain has poured into the whole two days and three nights, there is no meaning to stop.

The day is also dark, but the sun will rise a little bit behind the clouds, unstoppable, just as Jonas recognized the logic of the world. The sun is coming, bringing light, hope, heat and rebirth. Even if it is covered by rain and clouds, there will still be unyielding light shining on the silent earth enduring the shadow.

Jonas gently lifted the thin soil from the grave and came out of the ground. There was no one around him. He stood up straight, bathed in the cold rain, and the mud on his body was washed away.

A Yalong slave from the black swamp in the southeastern corner of tamril told Jonas some tricks to make simple paralytic poison.

Five hours ago, the unbearable collective revolt of slaves was soon suppressed, the living returned to their cages, and the bodies of the dead were buried in the wasteland outside the winery. Jonas drank the paralytic poison, cut a few holes for himself, lay in the corpse, and died together.

The sun rose and he was born again.

Rain washed away some of the soil, revealing some pale body, not even a body covering clothes, how to come to this world, also how to return to nature.

Jonas blessed their souls, just as the kind Yalong blessed his life. He was a man endowed with hope, so he survived.

"You see, life is so precious to the lower life like us that we are even willing to fight with death for it."

He said with a smile, "weak!"

"Don't you know what death is like?"

"On the contrary, I've seen a lot of microbes die under my claws."

"What was your past like?"

"You don't deserve to know."

"Do you still refuse to let me know you?"

“……” He was silent for a long time, and suddenly sighed impatiently, "hurry up, time is running out."

Jonas went to the capital city. He remembered that city, Marcus.

Before going there, he had two wishes: one was to find guards to rescue the slaves in the winery, the other was to find his lost mother.

He didn't finish any of them.

This is a cold stone city. The people in it are also cold and have no kindness.

When he asked for help from the guards, he was warned not to be fussy and asked the residents, who were lazy and perfunctory.

Jonas has never felt such a great defeat. It's funny that when he trudged alone in the wilderness, he was full of hope, which made him have unlimited strength. But when he entered the town where human beings gathered, his whole strength was drained a little bit.

He said angrily, "shame! No honor This is a reprimand for the guards.

"I remember very clearly that I died once in order to live, and took risks for more people to live. However, I found that everything was my wishful thinking."

He didn't speak any more, just a surge of anger.

Jonas fled Marcus because he saw the slave merchant. He didn't know when he would come back, but he knew that this matter would never disappear in his heart. It was his own revenge.

He asked, "you want revenge."

"Of course."

"I also want to, you see, this is the common ground between us. As long as you entrust your body to me, I can kill the slave merchant and get back your female elders."

"That's my mother."

"To me, your social relations are meaningless. Well, you just nod and promise... "

"This is my revenge, do you understand? It's mine

"Hehe, is there any difference between us?"

"Yes. And it's big. "

"I thought we were close after all this time."

"Share weal and woe? No, as you said, you are a dragon, I am a man, my life is like grass on the ground, and your life is more precious than gold. When you publish your long speech, I have no interest in it, and when I tell you my feelings, you also ignore it. Yes, we are very different. "

"So you're going to surrender, mortal?"

He chuckled twice, while he roared angrily to vent his anger, and each was silent.

……

Lu Zhengkang took the rune dictionary and studied how to read the internal information.

After Zac's tower was completely removed by him, he also took time to peep at the ancient scrolls. Now the reading method of Fangdian is unknown, and septin's suggestion is still sleepy. Lu Zhengkang had to study by himself, just like playing with a magic cube.

There are special patterns on the surface of Fangdian. After concentration, mental energy can be injected into Fangdian along the pattern, but a specific order is needed, otherwise the information perceived is meaningless random code image.

He sat in the dark by the bed, trying to interpret it again and again, and failed again and again.Dilo was sleeping on the stone bed behind Lu Zhengkang. He didn't sleep well. He talked a lot in his sleep in the middle of the night before and woke up once. He also tried to visit Jonas in the courtyard by sleepwalking, but he was stopped by Lu Zhengkang.

After midnight.

Dilo opened his eyes and looked at Lu Zhengkang's fuzzy back, "is Jonah really OK?"

"He's fine. If you don't sleep, you'll be fine I'll go and see him. You can sleep. "

It was very cold in the courtyard. Lu Zhengkang came to Jonas, the dragon soul, before he died. He lowered his head and slowly raised his head when he heard the footsteps. In the night, his eyes were like a burning fire.

"Well..." He said something vaguely.

Brighton boy's body trembled and his face turned blue. Seeing the boy's present appearance, Lu Zhengkang said it was impossible not to feel guilty.

"Are you not afraid of death?"

Jonas, the soul of the dragon, squinted and sneered.

Lu Zhengkang felt great frustration. Yes, sometimes misfortune came one after another.

Jonas is afraid of death, but he also knows that Lu Zhengkang is the passive one.

The golden life magic power continuously infuses Jonas's body, his face immediately gets better, and the irony in his eyes becomes clearer.

The troll did not stop releasing healing and looked at him calmly.

Jonas, don't let me down.

……

Four gray beards quietly climb the mountain road in the night.

They can't persuade Lu Zhengkang to change his mind, but they have their own way.

The mountain road is rugged and windy. A few goats are jumping on the almost vertical rock wall, just like the spirits of the mountain, but they are not. An old goat slips and falls into the sea of clouds. The flustered cry disappears little by little, and the wind is still noisy.

The masters arrived at the top of hochska peak.

The throat of the world, under the dome, the stars and the moon are very bright. A huge black shadow roams among the stars, then plunges and falls on the broad flat ground.

His old and gray body is as rugged as a carved cliff. The bright light diffuses on his scales. His head is raised on his side and his posture is uninhibited.

Cologne - patunax.