Chapter 212 The Dawn of the Kingdom

Many years later, Tiesai will remember that day.

He originally thought it was just an ordinary mission of the Martial Arts Association, but he didn't expect that he had entered Shura Purgatory.

The association told him that several adventurers died in a strange land in the northern new world.

Death is part of adventure, but those who kill adventurers string their bodies on spears and expose them to the sun for demonstration and ridicule.

The surviving adventurers fled back and asked the association to rescue their trapped companions and bring back the bodies of the three adventurers so that their souls could return to their homeland.

After discussion, Yancheng and Yaocheng decided to rescue the person and handed it over to the Martial Arts Association for execution.

There has never been such a brutal and blatant evil before. This is not only a contempt and blasphemy for human life, but also a direct provocation to Yaocheng and Yancheng.

The perpetrators were a group of rebels equipped with armor and weapons. They were well-organized and numerous, and it was likely that they had some big agenda.

The mission this time is to rescue the three trapped adventurers, try to bring back the other three bodies, and investigate the purpose and lair of this group of people.

Tiesai arrived at the tavern in the northern new world and met another person.

The other person was wearing a suit of armor and a linen robe on the outside. Tiesai recognized the ghost armor at a glance and learned from the conversation that the other person was indeed a ghost.

The ghost is called Yao Pu, she is a senior doctor with the ability of "Healing". This time she not only wants to bring back the body, but also wants to awaken the three dead souls and lead them back to Yancheng.

Through the ghost armor, Yao Pu made a hissing sound: "What are you good at?"

Tiesai said truthfully: "I am good at writing and drawing maps, but I don't have much combat experience."

"It's okay. I'm here. Even though I'm a doctor, I often fight with sandworms and man-eating crabs. After they get injured, I heal them."

Yao Pu patted his chest with his finger armor, making a clanging sound of metal collision.

"Then I'll trouble you to do more." Tiesai said.

When you are out, rely on friends. It is always good to have someone to help you.

"There is another martial arts monk." Yao Pu asked, "Do you know who he is?"

Tiesai said he didn't know either.

This mission was issued very urgently, because the trapped people could be in danger at any time and their bodies could be completely destroyed at any time. The association immediately issued the mission directly to the martial arts monks who stayed in Yancheng and selected the three of them.

"We were talking about meeting outside the tavern, why don't we go out and take a look," Tiesai suggested.

The two walked out of the pub.

Yao Pu noticed the shovel beetle chewing potatoes at the door and seemed very interested: "I didn't expect that someone here could tame this guy."

Tiesai explained: "It's not tamed, it's a companion for the journey."

"Is this your mount? I can't tell. You have some skills."

Yao Pu stood in awe.

"It's not a mount...it's a partner." Tiesai emphasized.

Many people regard the fighting beetles as high-level horses or extraordinary fighting beasts, which is incorrect. They are a kind of warriors who love adventure.

This fighting shovel beetle originally followed the gourmet Nong Chan. Later, Nong Chan went to Saniro to work as a chef, and entrusted the fighting shovel beetle to Tiesai to continue his adventure with him.

Tiesai suddenly noticed that there was a man standing next to the tavern.

The man was wearing an old cotton-padded coat and a felt hat. He looked very old and was carrying a bulging bag on his back. His right arm was tightly wrapped with bandages, and he seemed to be injured.

Tiesai had excellent eyesight. He was excited and walked over quickly.

"Mr. Shiohisa."

He tried to lower his voice: "I can't believe I saw you in the north. Are you practicing here?"

The old man smiled at him, squeezing out the deep wrinkles on his face and said, "Are you here to accept a mission from the association?"

"Yes."

Tiesai was stunned: "Are you... coming with us?"

Yao Pu also came over, and this time she also hissed, "Great Monk Yanjiu! I...I have always admired you."

Yan Jiu said softly, "Follow me, we'll talk as we walk."

He led the way and walked into the snowy mountains.

"The Association will tell you very little about this mission, as many things need to be kept secret, and it can only be carried out by reliable and experienced martial practitioners."

Yan Jiu exhaled white air from his mouth and said slowly: "We are indeed going to rescue three adventurers. Before entering, I need you to paint your whole body blue and temporarily disguise yourself as one of the corrupted. You cannot restore your appearance or reveal your identity without my permission."

"Because we are about to step into another world."

Tiesai and Yaopu both froze when they heard this.

"That world is called the [Uji Kingdom], and it is a world where a war between gods is breaking out."

"Follow me, and you'll know when you get there."

The old man climbed over mountains and crossed ice fields. Suddenly, the front opened up and entered a hilly area covered with sand and stones. In front of him were endless mountains with few plants, but there was only a line between them and the snow-covered ice and snow behind.

Three martial monks crossed the border to carry out a mission.

…

It has been a month since Tiesai came to the Kingdom of Wuji. His initial enthusiasm for everything here has changed, to surprise and admiration, to regret, and now to sympathy and anger.

This was originally an independent kingdom, and its people lived a simple and peaceful life. However, it has now been completely shattered by the foreign fearless empire, and has been subjected to massive invasion and slaughter, facing the threat of national destruction at any time.

The Wuji people cannot speak, their eyes are usually made of gold or silver, and because of their special flesh and blood, they cover their bodies with black mud to avoid touching water, as they will burn and explode if they touch water.

They look strange and can't speak, but they are not stupid. The Wuji people can make boats and carve various small people, palaces, horses and trees out of stones. They are natural sculptors and stonemasons.

Some Wuji people will leave something representing their names in the black mud on their bodies, such as a palm print, a branch, or various stone carvings. That is their name.

There was a Wuji man who had several pine cones inlaid on his body. Tiesai called him Wuguo. Wuguo gave Tiesai a stone sculpture, which was carved with Tiesai's face, and even every hair was carved clearly. This kind of craftsmanship must be priceless in Yancheng.

In return, Tiesai painted a portrait of him.

Wu Guo was very happy. He pointed at the paper, gestured, waved his arms, and picked up the shields and spears left by the imperial soldiers on the ground and waved them.

Tiesai understood.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He drew a picture of the battlefield for Wuguo, showing Wuguo wielding a spear and launching a counterattack with other Wuzi people, chasing the imperial army.

Wu Guo loved the painting so much that he took it around to show people.

He dug out his golden left eye and gave it to Tiesai as a thank you.

The iron plug was not put away.

He just felt sad.

As a painter, he has never felt as heavy as he does now.

One day, the Fearless Empire suddenly lost its patience and began to attack the defense line frantically. The giant crossbow machine on the back of the sand lizard fired a columnar crossbow, causing chaos on the defense line and explosions one after another.

The Imperial Legion launched round after round of bombardment and arrow rain. The spearmen and shieldmen in the front kept advancing forward and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Uji warriors.

Tiesai saw with his own eyes that two Wuji people were shot through and burned all over. At the last moment, they desperately rushed out of the line and ran towards the enemy, wanting to explode among the enemy. But in a moment, they were shot down by the imperial javelin and flaming bows and arrows, and exploded into pieces.

Every time an Uzi was killed, imperial soldiers would swarm in and collect the pieces of the body, which were priceless trophies to them.

After that day, Tiesai never saw Wuguo again.

Tiesai painted picture after picture, recording everything he saw: the brave and cowardly Wuzi people, the soldiers scrambling for corpses and laughing, the running suicide bombers, the flattering surrenderers, and many more unknown soldiers who stood on the defense line and refused to retreat.

These were scenes he had never seen before.

In the world protected by the God Yao, there has never been such a tragic situation.

Tiesai once thought that the life-and-death battle with extraordinary creatures was the most cruel test, poverty was the prelude to life's misfortunes, and not getting what one wants is the most regrettable result for everyone.

Now he realized that these were nothing.

There is no limit to true cruelty. Even anger becomes meaningless and only makes people feel powerless and insignificant.

Tiesai began to paint without stopping. He wanted to record the most realistic scenes here, tell his fellow Yao people what happened here, and use paper and pen to remember the tall earth arches that kept collapsing, and the dead and dying Wuji people...

He fell into a state of oblivion.

Pieces of paper are connected together, and the painting seems to have life.

The dead Wuji warriors stood up from the paper, smiles appeared on their stiff and dark faces. The warriors waved to him and then rushed to the battlefield without hesitation.

Tiesai's hand bled from holding the charcoal pencil, and the blood was incorporated into the painting.

In a daze, he saw Wu Guo.

Ugo spoke for the first time and said to him happily: "My friend, we have won. Our kingdom has won this great patriotic war! Please draw another picture for us."

Tiesai smiled and said, "Okay, okay, great, I'll draw it right away."

…

When he woke up again, Tiesai felt like he had lost his soul.

The doctor Yao Pu said with a hissing sound: "You almost lost your life. Can you draw a dead person? Fortunately, I brought a lot of herbs to save you."

Lao Yanjiu, who was standing next to him, looked at Tiesai with admiration: "He has surpassed himself and realized his own abilities here. Those paintings are amazing masterpieces."

“Are these paintings named?”

Tiesai was silent for a while: "They are called "Dawn of the Kingdom."

He hoped that the darkness would eventually dissipate.

“What a nice name.”

Shiohisa said with a serious face: "The gods have sent down an oracle that the Blood Knight is preparing the Corruptor Legion. The real counterattack will begin soon and the war will end soon. Our mission has also been officially allowed to be carried out."

"Everyone, let's go together to rescue our compatriots."

Tiesai nodded vigorously.

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(End of this chapter)