Chapter 2: Stone City
I regret it very much.
Lujia regretted going to the cafe before traveling through time, otherwise he could at least have a full meal.
On second thought, there is not much point in eating enough after changing my body.
The wasteland is short of resources. In the past, apart from the exiled demons, only the villains who had nowhere else to hide from their enemies would come here.
The monsters survive by devouring each other.
The original body was lacking in magic power and did not have the energy required by Warcraft. His gift was that his sense of existence was extremely weak, and he could only barely survive for a period of time after being exiled.
Unable to practice magic, the only thing he is good at is the bow and arrow.
However, there were no wild rabbits or wild boars for him to hunt in the entire wasteland, and the remains of monsters on the ground were too full of energy, and eating a bite could easily cause his body to explode.
If he wanted to walk out of here, he definitely couldn't do it on his own.
Depend on this heart… At this moment, the heart actually spoke on its own initiative.
After signing the blood pact, Luke could hear its voice in his mind.
"Go east and you can get out."
Luke didn't believe it would be so kind.
Seeing the boy standing still, the strange heart seemed even more terrifying.
"Wait a moment." Lujia did not point out his doubts, and said calmly: "I'll take a bite of the bark first."
"???"
Luke carefully selected the relatively fresh bark, his cheeks began to move, and finally he spit out the part that he could not swallow.
From morning till night, Luke ate tree bark when he was hungry and drank rainwater when he was thirsty.
Soon, he was about to reach the state of eating trees without spitting out the bark.
Although his current physical condition cannot sense magical elements, his digestive system and strength are still much stronger than those of ordinary humans.
At night, Luke found a cave and leaned against the rock wall, preparing to spend the night to recover his strength.
The cold stone wall was jagged and chilly. Luke's face did not show much emotion, but in his heart he was almost curtsying to the Demon King and the Saint's ancestors for eighteen generations.
Starving and thirsty.
No cell phones, no food, no internet.
Luke quietly, calmly, and gently turned evil.
Before being thrown into the land of exile, the original body was almost living in confinement. Since he could not practice magic, he spent a lot of time reading.
On the way, Lujia carefully sorted out his memories. The world he was in now was mainly based on the Holy Demon Continent, where there were giant dragons flying in the sky, fierce and cruel orcs, and the Holy Court known for its light... Elves, dwarves and other legendary races all lived on this continent.
In order to compete for more abundant resources, conflicts and wars between races are common.
This leads to the fact that in the Holy Demon Continent, the absolute strong is respected.
With his strength, he can basically be classified as an ant. If he were killed on the road one day, he could only blame himself for his bad luck.
“Give me back a society ruled by law.”
Luke cried out inwardly.
"No." Luke quickly cheered up. He had finally survived and he didn't want to live the life of a servant.
Since he could even catch up with something like time travel, maybe he still has some of the so-called luck of a time traveler.
"System? The old man with a portable plug-in..."
Tried calling several times, to no avail.
Luke racked his brains and made a final struggle. His thoughts were scattered all over the place. After a moment, he suddenly clenched his fists. He actually found a way out in his memory.
Faith is king.
Magic relies on magical elements, and faith naturally feeds on the fanatical emotions of others.
The best thing is that by practicing the Faith Method, you don’t have to face the heavenly tribulation when you make a breakthrough.
He never wanted to be struck by lightning again!
It's a pity that he is as weak as a chick now. Not to mention who will believe in him, it would be a good thing if he is not trampled to death.
“This approach is extremely difficult to succeed, but it’s better than having no idea at all.”
His mind became a little more active, and Lujia temporarily determined a possible career direction for the future.
Lonely night, cold and silent.
As he was daydreaming, he gradually closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
Maybe it was because I chewed too much tree bark that I was exercising my cheeks in my dream.
Time flows along with the moonlight. At midnight, the heart supported by the hand bones suddenly moved. The hand bones disappeared temporarily, and the deformed heart on the top slowly floated into the air and left the cave.
In the darkness, Luke suddenly opened his eyes, sweeping away his previous fatigue.
"You are a thing with only heart but no eyes, and you dare to play tricks on me."
After the blood contract failed, the color of the heart became much darker, and it was obviously injured.
After a short rest, it couldn't wait to cause trouble again.
Taking off the bow and arrow from his back, Luke seemed to know the opponent's destination and went around from another direction.
The heart floated silently to the pool of blood.
The dwarf's 'corpse' is still here.
In fact, he was not completely dead yet, as his deformed heart left him a way out.
Luke's last attack did not accurately pierce the dwarf's heart. The Heart seized the opportunity to perform a forbidden spell, using the blood remaining on the surface to keep the dwarf alive.
No, to be exact, there is only half a breath left.
It takes a lot of effort to heal.
The deformed heart suppressed its anger and turned its blood into thousands of thin threads, supplying power to the dwarf.
As time passed, the dwarf's eyelids twitched, as if he was showing signs of waking up.
The deformed heart increased its power output, and in the dark forest, a terrifying spell seemed to ring out -
"Rise, my dwarf."
The egg drop soup is ruined, but luckily there is a spare one.
The dwarf moved his fingers and slowly stood up under the guidance of the blood line.
The heart slowly narrowed its two blood vessels, it was about to work.
whoosh! However, at this most critical moment, an arrow pierced the air.
The long arrow came with the force of piercing the clouds and shot steadily and accurately into the dwarf's forehead. Blood splattered everywhere, and the dwarf's newly opened eyelids seemed to be nailed shut, with the remaining gap revealing a deep sense of fear.
In the distance, under the full moon, Luke stood on a tree, not yet putting away his bow and arrow.
After piercing the chest, now shoot the head.
A creepy smile appeared on his pale face, and he smiled at the deformed heart without caring whether the other party could see it or not: "Good evening."
After infusing the dwarf with strength, the deformed heart was temporarily in a weakened state.
Hearing the sound of the wind whistling past, his movements were delayed by a beat.
The corpse fell heavily again, and a few drops of mud splashed on the surface of the heart.
Over there, Luke jumped down from the tree and walked towards the moonlight.
This longbow finally played its due role.
The boy was carrying a longbow and at first glance looked like an elf under the moon.
However, his actions quickly broke the filter. Because Luke couldn't use magic to transform himself into an arrow, he adhered to the principle that thrift is a virtue. He put one foot on the dwarf's body, grasped the arrow shaft with his thin fingers, and pulled it out with force.
He wiped it on the dwarf's clothes and put it back into the quiver on his back.
All done.
As if nothing had happened, Luke looked at the deformed heart and said, "Since we have signed the blood contract, we should introduce each other."
The deformed heart has the beauty of a missing brain stem.
After a long time, a sinister voice sounded:
"How did you know I would come to resurrect the dwarves?"
Luke smiled and said, "We said we should introduce each other."
After signing the contract, Xinxin didn't even ask for his name, which meant that there was no thought of being together in the short term, let alone long term.
The heart will leave a way out, and so will he.
Deliberately leaving the dwarf some breath, if the other party chooses to rescue him, it will definitely consume his energy.
The weaker its power, the more advantageous it is.
The heart was silent for a moment, and then said, "Ants are not even worthy of knowing my name."
"Oh." Lujia didn't ask any more questions: "My name is Lujia."
He wrote his name on the ground with the dwarf's blood and said quite politely, "Now you only have me as your choice. Come on, lead me out of the wasteland."
The air was eerily still.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment.
Eventually, the deformed heart deteriorated first.
He walked around the forest again, absorbing the scattered life essences, and after it recovered a little, he finally felt some sincerity. The heart lent a little bit of magic power to Luke. The latter suddenly felt like the wind was blowing on the flat ground, walking at an extraordinary speed.
As he walked, Luke did not forget to touch the corpses and picked up some gold coins.
The deformed heart revealed a strong sense of arrogance: "Now this continent has been reduced to using gold coins as a barter."
Luke sneered.
Go ahead and pretend. If you keep pretending like this, sooner or later you will be struck by lightning like yourself.
The wasteland is not too big, but it is definitely not small.
For half a month, Lujia only rested for less than four or five hours a day. At dawn, he finally could vaguely see the city in the distance.
The city gate is almost entirely built with giant stones, and is grand and spectacular.
The Demon King's Pilgrimage is not entirely without benefit. At least along the way out of the wasteland, not to mention the dangers, even living lives are scarce.
Everyone avoids this place as much as possible.
Luke warned: "You look like a ghost, it will scare people."
The heart instantly transformed into a beautiful feather pen, with the patterns on the raven-colored feathers tinged with blood-red.
Lujia was stunned. He had seen the appearance of this pen in a book before. He thought the design was very clever and he had never forgotten it since then.
The quill spoke human language: "I know exactly what you are thinking and what you like."
This is a kind of deterrence, demonstrating one's own supernatural powers.
Luke looked at it and thought to himself: Stupid.
The quill didn't react at all, with the tail end raised up, still maintaining its arrogant posture.
Luke sneered, thinking to himself, you know nothing.
He also concluded that this thing can occasionally sense things related to desires and preferences.
A thousand meters ahead is the City of Stone.
This is the only checkpoint connecting the wasteland to other fortresses, and there is a long queue at the gate.
Luke stood at the end of the team, his dark hair attracted some attention.
In the Holy Demon Continent, this hair color is rare.
The news about the son of the devil had long been blocked, and those who knew about him had turned into corpses. No one knew his identity, and the people in the queue ahead of him sneered at his companions and said, "Low-class guy."
They could only sense a faint element of magic from Luke.
"You, go behind."
An impolite voice was heard. It turned out to be an orc who arrived after Luke.
The big hand pressed directly on Luke's shoulder and pushed him away.
Luke shook himself like a tumbler and stood back to his original position.
He kicked the stone under his feet, and as the stone rolled, he said, "Learn from it."
Not only roll, but also roll skillfully.
The impolite tone startled the people around him, as they had probably never seen anyone so ignorant of the current situation.
Luke was indifferent.
If one person gives way, there will be another one, and the queue will probably have to wait until next year. The fact that so many races were quietly queuing up at the city gate, without even flying through the sky or using space scrolls, showed that the rules in the City of Stone were very strict.
He was sure that the orc would never dare to take action here.
As expected, the orc did not take any other action, but said fiercely: "Just wait!"
The sky suddenly darkened, interrupting the orcs' subsequent threats.
Flocks of griffins lined up to fly overhead. The largest one was twenty or thirty feet long, with a small mobile home on its broad back.
"Who is it? Why is there such a big scene?"
"Are you from a small border town? That's the Rhine family, their business is all over the Holy Demon Continent."
Most cities will take the initiative to provide convenience to the Rhine family, and the flight ban will not work for them at all.
The man who was cooking the magic beans on the griffin was less than 30 years old. He had a pair of squinty eyes, and his narrow eyes showed calculation in everyone he looked at.
“That kid is quite interesting.”
The vice president took a curious look, but with so many people below, he couldn't really tell what was going on: "What kid?"
She pointed at him with narrowed eyes.
A thousand-meter altitude has no effect on a magician's vision. The vice president obviously knew about the incident.
"It doesn't look anything special."
"The Stone City is connected to Saint Dosai in the west, the Barren Land in the east, and the Bitter Cold Land in the north. He is a child with no magic power and no guards to escort him. Where do you think he came from?"
"That's interesting indeed."
The long line soon disappeared from their sight, and the two men began to discuss business related to the Chamber of Commerce, no longer paying attention to a stranger.
At the city gate, Lujia waited in a long queue for about three hours, truly experiencing the hierarchical order of strength on the continent.
Those with special brands don't have to queue, and those with special identities, such as the Stone City that is in urgent need of pharmacists, don't have to queue either. Families that have great power, like the Rhine Family, can even fly.
When it was Luke's turn, the gate guard said, "One gold coin a day, how many days do you stay?"
Fighting is prohibited in the city, so it is a natural safe house to some extent.
But the protection fee is ridiculously expensive. Even a high-level wizard would pay this much as a bodyguard.
"Three days." Luke took out three gold coins he had obtained from searching the corpse.
There were too few intact corpses in the wasteland, and many of them had even been turned into meat paste along with their money bags. He only touched a dozen gold coins along the way.
When the orc behind him saw the gold coins that Luke took out, he smiled with some ill intent.
Luke walked straight into the city gate.
Along the way, he calmly analyzed the two major problems he needed to face at the moment. The first was how to make money. The City of Stone was very busy with frequent traffic, and the prices were outrageous. All his belongings combined would not last long.
The second is to mess with people.
It's not that he didn't sense the malice of the orcs behind him when he was queuing. Now he had to strike first and get rid of the orcs, robbing them of their wealth.
We still need to find a thug.
Luke naturally turned his attention to the quill.
This thing is pretty powerful, killing an orc shouldn't be a problem.
He was still worrying about the problem of hunger and fullness the past two days, but now that he had entered the city, he began to think about the origin of his heart for the first time.
I seem to have read in some book that the Land of Exile was suspected to have sealed a terrifying existence, and the Demon King even went to investigate it himself once, but to no avail.
The essence of the Demon King's pilgrimage is the plunder of resources, and the Land of Exile should not be included in the scope of the pilgrimage.
"Could it be that the Demon King wants to use blood as bait to lure out the sealed object?"
However, this strange heart held back at that time, and did not begin to absorb until some time before the time when he crossed over.
The more I think about it, the more likely it becomes.
The energy of a newly dead body is the purest, and it will continue to dissipate every minute and every second. If this is true, it can really endure it.
Feather Pen once said with disdain that the mainland now actually uses gold coins as the main currency. Gold coins have been popular for thousands of years, so they have existed for at least more than a thousand years ago.
"How about a bet?" Lujia's eyes flickered, "Let me bet that I can find out your identity within a cup of tea."
The quill laughed at his wishful thinking.
"If I win, you will be my thug three times."
"What if I lose?"
"I will launch a suicide attack and deliberately provoke a master."
“…”
Redefine suicide attacks as those that hurt yourself but not the enemy.
This bet completely hit Feather Pen's heart!
It hoped that Luke would die quickly. After all, it was just a low-level blood contract and it would not have to bear too much backlash. It could then go to an ordinary city-state to find its next buyer.
"Okay." Feather Pen agreed immediately, fearing that he would go back on his word.
Luke raised the corner of his mouth, found a dark place, and both parties happily signed the second contract.
When he walked out again, Luka glanced around.
The majority of the people in the Stone City are humans, all of whom come here to trade, and the different races get along relatively harmoniously.
At this moment, people from different forces were gathering in a roadside tavern chatting.
"One of the Demon King's pilgrimage sites is located in a desolate place."
"Who cares? The Wasteland is full of villains. It doesn't matter if they all die." The person who spoke was worried: "But the demon king seems to be more powerful by slaughtering three areas at once."
Luke suddenly came forward and took out a gold coin, meaning that he would pay for the drinks.
Then he naturally interrupted the topic: "The Demon King should be the most powerful being in the world."
The bald man glanced at him and corrected him, "One of them."
In the holy city of mankind, there are also great beings who can compete with the devil.
Luke: "The Demon King unified the Demon Realm and built a dungeon, which was also the most successful."
If it weren't for the money for the wine, they would have started cursing long ago for boosting the enemy's morale.
Luke looked and smelled more like a human, so his identity was not suspected. He suddenly muttered to himself: "The most successful ones are everywhere, but what about the most unsuccessful ones?"
Lujia looked at everyone and said, "Looking at the history of the Holy Demon Continent, who do you think is the biggest failure?"
"Alex."
Those who can be recorded in history are certainly not unknown people, several people said in unison.
Apart from common sense, the original body didn't know much about the history of the continent. He paid more attention to potions and black magic in his daily life, and was eager to get rid of his useless physique.
Just as Luke was about to ask a question, several people said in unison again: "No one else!"
Feather pen: “…”
Lujia felt the strong resentment from the feather pen at his waist, which almost made his waist go limp.
Apparently, he had successfully discovered the origin of the quill.
Even if he is a demon king, it would be difficult for him to survive with only one heart left. It is not difficult to know the original identity of the heart.
Firstly, it must have been one of the strongest beings on the continent, more powerful than the Demon King.
Second, it failed.
Finally, combined with the previous inferences, it died early and miserably.
Such an existence is definitely not an unknown person.
Luke heard the legendary story of Alex from several drunken men.
No one knows Alex's race. Some say he is a vampire, while others say he is a necromancer. This mysterious being once had an army of tens of millions of undead under his command and was invincible.
During Alex's heyday, he almost unified the Holy Demon Continent. Unfortunately, due to its brutal style, it caused countless resistance and ultimately failed.
The race of necromancers completely declined and disappeared a thousand years after his death.
Alex is also the most outstanding conspirator.
He successfully split the elven race, and to this day, the dark elves and light elves are still fighting each other.
People in later generations only look at the ending: Alex failed.
So in their eyes, Alex is the biggest loser.
Well, no one.
The author has something to say:
Luke [snaps fingers]: Grabbing a heart is easy
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PS: For some special reasons, the protagonist adapts well to this era and generally updates between 12:00 and 1:00 every day~ On the first day of writing, I felt everyone’s enthusiasm! biubiu sends love
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