begging

Chapter 1 Magic Order
"Kara..."
"Kara...Kara..."
I can't tell what kind of sound it is, but it seems that it can penetrate the body and rush into the soul in the ear, which makes people shiver involuntarily in this cold snowy night.
The desolate north wind whimpered through this world, and the white snow fluttered with the wind, dividing the sky into fragments, and sprinkled the earth layer by layer. From a distance, it looked like it was covered in silver, and the land was desolate.
This is not late at night, just dusk, but the darkness of the sky is the same as the night, giving people a heavy feeling, as if it is pressing on the heart and making it hard to breathe.On the silver ground, you can see a huge outline. It is a majestic city, as if a giant beast is approaching.
In the center of the city, there is a tall tower-like altar, which is in the shape of seven corners. This kind of rattling sound spreads into the distance, with a primitive roughness and a unique charm.
"Is there still hope... is there still..."
A hoarse murmur floated out from the altar in the wind and snow, seeming to merge with the wind, making it somewhat unclear.
"If there is hope, where is the hope? If there is no hope, why do you let me see it!!" The voice sounded like madness, almost hysterical, roaring for nine days.
Below the altar, there are countless figures wearing raincoats, standing there silently. Looking from a distance, there are hundreds of thousands of them. They are men and women. They are densely packed around the altar. They are not moving, but There is enthusiasm emerging, as if the person on the altar can give everything for it with just one word.
Snow, bigger.
"Since you let me see it, there must be hope, but where is the hope...!" The hoarse voice on the altar was bitter, full of sadness, and lingered for a long time.
"Today, the bright yellow returns wrongly, the Three Kingdoms open up wasteland, and the snowy wind is coming. It has been created for a long time, and this old man will be regarded as a barbarian!" The voice suddenly became louder, and I don't know what method I used, but I saw the situation in the sky. All the falling snowflakes suddenly stopped, and then they all rolled back, roaring from all directions and gathering together, making the earth tremble!
There was no more snow falling in the sky, and all the snowflakes condensed to form a huge snow-colored black dragon. As soon as the dragon was formed, it immediately raised its head to the sky and hissed. The sound was so shrill that everyone who heard it was immediately shocked. It was as if he was about to be torn apart by the sound.
Shocking bursts of blood secreted from the snow dragon, and soon filled its body, making the snow dragon seem to have become a blood dragon. It roared shrilly, struggled and rushed towards the sky, like a meteor. Plunging into the sky, it seems to blast a hole in the sky and open up a hope.
Its speed was so fast that it was endless in the blink of an eye. During the roaring and whirling, it seemed that the dragon had hit an invisible barrier somewhere. The heaven and earth shook, and the buzzing sound spread in all directions. The blood dragon screamed miserably again, and its body moved with the naked eye. Visible speed collapses layer upon layer.
At the moment when it was about to be completely shattered, the hundreds of thousands of silent people under the altar all made a secret with their hands, bit the tip of their tongues, and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood seemed to be pulled by some kind of force and flew up quickly, as if The blood sea rose into the sky and headed straight for the collapsing blood dragon. After merging with it, the dragon's collapse was eased and it rushed to a higher sky.
Seeing the blood dragon flying higher and higher, everyone's attention was focused on it, but at this moment, the blood dragon's whole body shook violently, and after letting out a sharp hiss that could be heard for tens of thousands of miles, it could no longer stop its body. The collapse turned into countless blood-colored snowflakes, falling down. From a distance, it was seen that the world had been dyed into a red yellow spring.
At this moment, when the blood dragon collapsed, a sound completely different from the roar came from its mouth!
"Shang..."
"Sorrow..." At the top of the altar, in the center, an old man wearing a purple robe sat cross-legged. The old man's face was wrinkled and covered with brown spots. He opened his eyes as he murmured, but His eyes were dim and dull, and he was obviously a blind man.
There was a complete spine in front of him, emitting a forest-white light. He held a stone piece in his right hand, which rested on the No. 13 spine.
His empty eyes looked at the sky silently, for a long, long time, and then he sighed.
"Tell Prince Yu...I have tried my best..."
As he spoke, the right hand holding the stone piece moved on the weird spine again, rubbing the animal bones, making a clicking sound, and dispersed into the distance. His figure was obviously desolate, and it was different from this. The fusion of sounds reveals a sad loneliness and decline.
"As a barbarian from the Yu Dynasty, you can't see the world I see..."
"You... can't see..."
"hope……"
(End of this chapter)