High on the mountain, there is an ethereal city.
There was an explosive roar from the thick gray-white city wall. Huge, thick stones inscribed with ancient runes slid from the sky and fell into the surging silver-white ocean. Through the gaps where the sea water splashed, one could vaguely glimpse the dim and illusory stars in the deep sea.
Above the plateau wilderness, deep in the scarlet forest, there are blurry and twisted faces without eyes, noses, and ears. They surge and surge, competing to blow up violent winds mixed with ashes.
Misty City, in the sacrificial hall.
A black-haired boy with soft armor wearing different styles of clothing from the northern and southern continents was kneeling in front of a huge statue composed of a dragon and an octopus. His eyes were red and he was praying in a painful tone.
"Great God, please give me the power to kill Ganon and save the Misty City."
"Great God, I am willing to dedicate my life to you, please you with my flesh and blood, and pray for your power."
"Link, start the sacrifice!"
An old man wearing a long black robe and holding a strong vine cane looked at the painful young man with an almost distorted face and said in a deep voice.
"No, Your Excellency Lord, Misty City still needs you..."
Link shook his head continuously. He pulled out the silver broadsword stuck on the stone slab in front of him, trying to prevent the old lord from approaching.
Boom!
The lord slammed his vine cane, causing ripples in his black robe.
"You should know very well that this is the year 2032 of Ganon's existence. His filthy power has spread all over the mountain. When the year 2033 is over, he will be completely promoted to the mythical level. Do you want the Misty City to dissipate in the mountains? In the long history?”
"Three thousand years ago, the gods came to the mountains and visited the Misty City. He suppressed Ganon with great power. Later, we blasphemed the gods and were abandoned by the gods in the eternal darkness. I was the last one to blaspheme the gods. , only I, only by sacrificing my flesh and blood, may I be able to pray for the gods’ forgiveness and let the Misty City regain the attention of the gods.”
"No, no, why? Why?"
Link looked at the broadsword in his hand with pain and despair, his eyes showing uncontrollable darkness.
The old lord closed his eyes, and two lines of turbid black liquid slowly slid across the old grooved cheeks. He seemed to remember what he had experienced thousands of years ago.
"...It's because we are too ignorant, too greedy, and too endlessly demanding..."
"Link, use your broad sword to chop off my head, sacrifice it with blood and flesh, and pray for the gods' forgiveness. This is also your last respect for me."
"After all this is completed, you will be a warrior who carries the will of the gods. The four knight leaders of the Round Table will crown you. It will all depend on you to defeat Ganon and save the Misty City."
"I...but..."
Link took steps with difficulty, and stretched out his right hand holding the broadsword tremblingly.
"Come on kid, it's time to end this."
The resolute voice echoed in his ears, but in Link's mind, pictures of the past that the lord taught him flashed through: It was a history lesson... It was the siege of filth... It was the first time to draw a blasphemy card... It was Touching the extraordinary for the first time...
Everyone knows very well that in order to survive on a high mountain, emotions are always the cheapest, and this is true for both gods and humans.
Woo...
His face was distorted to the point of deformation, and he let out an extremely deep roar from his throat. Then he exerted force on his right hand, raised the broadsword, rushed forward, and swung it down hard.
puff! ! !
The sharp metal penetrated the flesh and cut off the bones, and blood flew out from the flat incision like a fountain, onto the huge statue nearby and into Link's eyes.
His vision was bright red, and his body was still in a slashing position. A human head rolled on the ground, rolled several times in the blood, and finally rolled to the foot of the huge stone statue.
Kick, kick, kick!
Link suddenly took a few steps back, staring blankly at the lord's lonely head. His face was peaceful, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Link, who seemed to have exhausted all his strength, wanted to walk in and see the old lord he was most familiar with, but just as he took a step, he quickly stepped back, and then ran out like crazy as if being chased by filth. Sacrifice hall.
"Why……"
Outside the door of the sacrificial hall, a rugged man in his thirties, wearing heavy mottled armor and carrying a giant steel sword, watched all this and couldn't help but sigh.
On the streets of the Misty City, gray-white stone pillars emitting special light have appeared. They echo each other, forming a huge light spot that shines in the sky above the Misty City, dispelling filth and isolating pollution.
High on the mountain, there is no sun or moon in the sky here, only the unchanging chaos and the filth that invades everything...
.........
Huttonmar, Zotland District!
In the hall of Baron Clough's house, a middle-aged gentleman and a lady were hugging each other, and they were dancing to the melody played by the violin.
Lilith held a cup of purple-colored sweet grape juice and looked at everything with a bit of boredom.
Is this the mysterious supernatural gathering that the pervert... uh... Baron Clough was talking about? Could he be lying to me?
"Hello, Miss Lilith."
A sound that sounded a bit like a drake croaking came from behind her, and Lilith turned around. It was Baron Clough who was at the dinner party last night, wearing a black tuxedo, with his hair slicked back in fashion, but with unusually lewd eyes.
"You are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen in Hutton Mar. I am honored to invite you today."
Clough, who had slicked-back hair and a thin face, gave Lilith a ceremonial kiss on the back of her hand wearing a white gauze glove, looking at her chest with passion and boldness.
Lilith frowned slightly, she retracted her arm, rolled her eyes and chuckled:
"Do you say that to every girl?"
"No, it's not. I usually don't praise others, but your beauty is beyond my imagination."
Clough laughed, and then continued:
"I spent some time in Zambia before, which is a passionate and romantic country. If I hadn't considered that I had returned to the Kingdom of Ghent, and considering the different customs between the two countries, I might have called you my little cabbage. "
Old pervert, damn pervert...
Lilith moved back slightly, but she still maintained an elegant smile:
"The Ghent people are indeed different from the Zombatine people. They are not elegant enough, and even the way they speak is presumptuous enough."
"Indeed, in the eyes of us Ghent people, 'subtle' and 'gentleman' are synonymous, but in Zambia and Tudor, 'passionate' and 'unrestrained' are the mainstream."
Clough paused deliberately, and Lilith suppressed the nausea in her heart and asked:
"Really? Their enthusiasm doesn't look like much either."
"But behind this kind of enthusiasm, it often represents 'persistence', which is the eternal pursuit of the men over there." Clough raised his glass and smiled.
"...Sure enough, men from different countries are very different. Thank you for helping me avoid certain social interactions."
Lilith smiled politely and said:
"When will the mysterious party be held? Well, and that ancient relic you mentioned in the invitation?"
"Hold immediately!"
