northernbook Chapter 194 Chaos
Chapter 194 Chaos
Chapter 194 Chaos
Brian deliberately slowed down and walked towards the room on the second floor.
He tried as hard as he could to normalize his restlessness, because he didn't want to be seen.
But this was as difficult for him as a secret drinker trying to prove that he was not drunk.
In fact, even he himself didn't know why he was so depressed and where the source of the problem was.
He couldn't help thinking of himself walking indifferently through the noisy streets under the night in Abrera.
Suddenly, he felt that the tragic experience appeared in his mind like a slide, scene by scene, as if it had been deeply engraved in his heart and he could never forget it.
The more he thought about it, the more upset he felt, and he even felt inexplicably sad.
At such moments, his first thought was to be alone in a quiet room.
No matter where he is, he likes to sit leisurely in a quiet hut alone and enjoy some solitary tranquility.
Because this would allow him to forget the memories of reality and let himself enter this world, as if he was originally a person in this world.
Then, with values far beyond this world, he silently observed everything in front of him with rational eyes.
This feeling of aloofness is what he likes and is addicted to most after adapting to this world.
Unfortunately, he knew it all too well.
This world does not belong to him. He is not only a visitor from another world, but also has to fight for life here in order to survive.
This is not only for yourself, but also for your own beliefs and goals.
So what's the point of doing this?
Or maybe there wasn't much point in the first place, he thought.
This reminded him of a question in the real world: what is the meaning of life?
The answer that most people agree with turned out to be: It's meaningless, just to live.
In the final analysis, meaning is not all interpreted by people.
Some people can feel the prosperity and decline of a certain kingdom from the ruins that have lasted for thousands of years, or they can see a person's sorrow and helplessness in facing a sudden fate from the innocent moans of bards.
But what some people see is nothing more than ruins and obscenities of drunken madmen.
Thinking of this, he patted his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.
He began to keep reminding himself in his heart: He is a wizard, a wizard who can instantly regain his sanity anytime, anywhere, how could this nonsense affect his thoughts.
So he pushed open the door, and shut himself in the dim room with a bang.
He frowned because there was a strange smell in the room, which made his already soothed heart start to become agitated again.
He looked in the direction of the source of the smell, the ashes of dry wood and soot from the fireplace.
Fire, Brian thought.
Do not know why.
When he thought of the flame, a dream he once had in the Goblin Wasteland of the Kingdom of West appeared in his mind inexplicably.
In that dream that impressed him deeply: the streets were like surging rivers, the rivers were like tumbling boiling water, the hot water was like thick smoke, and the thick smoke seemed to be transformed into ghost knights from the kingdom of the dead...
The fire burned to the sky, and the shadow of the fire was cast into the water, and the sky and the earth were filled with the red light of the fire.
Until the cold moonlight shone down everywhere, for a moment, he longed to see the cold moon hiding in the clouds again.
It's a pity that there is no silvery moonlight everywhere, but only blazing flames
Thinking of the flames, Brian suddenly woke up from his memories.
He sat in the armchair, didn't even bother to look at the blank scrolls on the table waiting for him to copy, but leaned his body comfortably on the back of the chair, and subconsciously looked up at the ceiling.
In a daze, he seemed to see that every corner was filled with blowflies flying from the slaughterhouse, earworms flying from the noisy market, and maggots crawling from the corpses floating in the sewer...
They seem to be guarding there firmly, just waiting for the fiery midsummer to come, and then they will show their skills.
Brian closed his eyes in disgust.
However, what he didn't expect was that various weird sounds gradually sounded out of the silence. The alley outside the house seemed to come alive suddenly, and various sounds filled the space.
He heard the hissing and screaming of wild cats fighting, the barking of wild dogs, the laughter and shouts from the 'Burning Troll' tavern, the yelling and singing in the 'Mermaid' tavern in the port, and even in the distance. The lively sound played by a flute.
Even the lights in the nearby room were filled with life, and even Brian himself began to be surprised at how his hearing suddenly became so sharp.
He heard the snoring of a sleeping man, the stamping of a cow in a pen, and the snorting of a horse in a stable.
In a house far away in the alley, there were even suppressed groans from two men and women who were having sex.
There were more and more voices, louder and louder, and his frown became deeper and deeper, and his mood became more and more irritable.
He could make out the lyrics of a dirty ditty, he could hear the woman's groaning lover's name, and he could even hear the staccato gibberish of some magician from the hut along the Moon Creek River.
"boom!"
Brian opened his eyes and slammed his palm on the table.
All sounds disappeared with a loud bang that almost made the table fall apart.
Instead there were murmured conversations in the closet, sighs in the fireplace, the ticking of the basin, and even the sound of a harp string in a drawer.
When he looked at the bed, the reflection of the clothes hanging on the hangers on the wall by the candlelight seemed to have a different expression.
The inexhaustible sound of the night lurked in his thoughts, as if he was suffering from some illness, and he couldn't throw it away or get rid of it.
At this moment, Brian felt restless, unable to close his eyes even in sleep, inexplicably irritable, and didn't know what to do.
He took a deep breath, took out the wine bag, pulled out the stopper, and tried to use the refreshing wine to relieve his depressed mood.
"Meow!"
Suddenly, there was the howling of wild cats fighting outside the window.
Brian subconsciously threw the wine bag to his mouth on the table, allowing the dark golden liquor to soak the blank scrolls.
He got up quickly, walked to the window in two or three steps, and opened the window immediately.
The cool night breeze blew in my face, carrying a faint salty smell.
The two wild cats fighting endlessly looked at each other, as if they had received orders at the same time, and disappeared into the thick night like two sharp arrows leaving the string with a 'whoosh' sound.
Brian breathed happily as the fresh cold wind hit his face.
He leaned on the window frame with his elbows, his eyes pierced through the thick misty night, looking down from a height overlooking the more than a hundred piers lining the waterfront in Port Abrera.
Since the area where he lives is relatively close to the golden bay in Port Abrera, he can clearly see everything outside.
He saw countless ships moored in the port, deep-water fishing boats and river rafts in an endless stream, boatmen punting on the Moon Creek River, and merchant ships continuously unloading goods from Florence, Cyre, and Canas .
Brian also discovered that the ornately decorated yacht of the Red Rose Duchess of Abrera City was moored next to a whaler with a deep draft and a hull covered in black tar that came from Dragonhead Port in Tigrila.
At this moment, more than 20 long and narrow golden warships slowly approaching the upper reaches of the Yuexi River caught his attention.
He saw that these ships were all flying the black rose flag, the sails were rolled up, and the iron rams were beating gently on the water, like silent ghost ships.
He subconsciously turned his gaze to the noble district with the highest terrain in the port, and a crimson castle came into his sight.
The castle includes five towers protected by steel fortifications, a huge and cold main castle building, a domed hall and a sealed bridge, a barracks, a dungeon and a barn, as well as a thick protective wall full of arrow holes. Flags with red roses fluttered on the city walls.
Looking at the heavily fortified castle, Brian really couldn't figure out how the Council of Elders in Abrera City planned to break through it and make this prosperous port city a free trade city like Longshou Port.
However, this is not something he needs to worry about.
Because from the moment the dawn breaks, he will leave here.
At this moment, Brian noticed something was wrong. He saw more than 20 long and narrow golden warships on the Moon Creek River lined up in a long queue at some point.
They all hoisted their rattling sails, advanced at full speed, and headed toward the Golden Bay with a favorable wind.
The rumbling warhorn crossed the sea, its howling hoarse and deep, like the call of a devil, passed on from ship to ship.
Immediately afterwards, he widened his eyes and saw countless busy figures on the warship in disbelief, the arms of the catapult were raised one after another, and hundreds of stones climbed up the ink-like sky, heading towards the countless ships in the port of Abrera Crazy pouring.
They fell down one after another, or splashed huge waves, or penetrated the oak deck, smashing the crew into bone and flesh.
There are also quite a few clay pots, which shattered the moment they hit the ship.
"It turned out to be hot glue!" Brian's expression changed drastically.
It's a viscous fluid that, when it comes into contact with air, can spontaneously ignite, burning everything around it.
This kind of alchemy product is a common adventure resource in his gaming career.
In the case of unburned, it is almost impossible to extinguish it by physical means. Even if there is only a little spark, it will quickly ignite all ignitable things around it.
Even if the liquid is spilled into the sea, it will still burn until the energy is exhausted.
One can imagine the effect of this liquid overwhelming the wooden cargo ship.
In a short time, the entire Port of Abrera and all the piers heading for the Golden Bay were turned into a sea of flames in the true sense.
Flames were raging on the river, and most of the moored ships were on fire.
The flame that turns the sky red, kisses relentlessly any approaching ship, turns them into funeral pyres, and turns people into bright torches.
Flames danced and crackled and hissed above all the screams, and the water was filled with hundreds of people, either drowned or on fire or both.
Brian, who was like a cold stone sculpture, even heard the heart-piercing cry of a halfling captain: "My ship! My ship! My ship is all on fire!"
The air was filled with smoke and screams.
Low, dark clouds were the color of the river, and flames of various shades covered the sky.
This scene is so strangely beautiful and terrifyingly beautiful.
Feeling the hot wind hitting his face, Brian sighed, packed his things as quickly as possible, and walked downstairs.
Because he finally understood the source of his irritability tonight.
There is no doubt that the high-ranking members of Amastacia have realized the intentions of the non-human races living in Abrera City.
Before they could make a move first, they launched a surprise attack first.
They used the terrible blazing glue to take the lead in sealing off the most convenient and fast escape route.
Next, what greeted them would be the most tragic fight in the city.
In fact, from the moment he entered the city, he had already guessed this outcome when he saw countless refugees in the city who were not interested in any high-level nobles.
I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
He could even imagine that the countless oppressed human refugees in the city would definitely take advantage of this chaotic scene to explode with unimaginable strength.
Brian stood there silently for a long time, because the moment the golden warship's catapult was launched, he had already noticed the louder noise inside the city.
It was an ominous and menacing noise, like the buzzing of an irritated wasp.
Hearing the approaching noise and the roar of the crowd, as well as the trampling and neighing of the horse's hooves, he packed his things and hurried down the stairs.
The empty hall made him feel particularly at ease, which meant that the group of dwarves and gnomes followed his advice and all evacuated.
He was just about to take advantage of the chaos and darkness of the city to leave here, when out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught a glimpse of a short figure covered in a tabby fur cloak, and a black crow combing its feathers standing on the shoulder of the figure.
This man was the dwarf Golbow.
He was facing away from himself, kneeling in front of a palm-sized statue, praying silently.
"Why are you still here?" He heard the screams coming from outside the door, and said in a deep voice.
"If nothing else happens, Broto and the others have successfully left Abrera." Gerbaugh stood up, turned around slowly, and looked up at Brian.
In his palm he held a shimmering holy symbol carved with a gold coin.
"I am the priest of the great dwarf god Garl Flashgold." Galbao said with a pious look: "I can feel that someone is killing my compatriots, and I cannot abandon them."
"Bullshit!"
Brian scolded: "Put away your stupid heroism, you can't even save yourself, what are you going to do to save your compatriots, it's too late to run now, hurry up and hide in the cellar."
Accompanied by a loud bang, a dazzling fire flashed outside the door, and the raging fire frantically licked their house.
"Fifty years ago, I witnessed such a riot in the city of Ajimaar in Tigrila." Geerbao raised his hooked nose that was red by the flames, and said slowly:
"I know what to do. Gal Glitter Gold will protect his people. I am the pastor of Ghar Glitter Gold and his spokesperson in this world. I have to stay to convey his will, so I cannot leave. my countrymen."
A vague and monotonous roar came from outside the door, and the sound became creepy again in an instant.
"I see. May Garl Glitter be with you."
Brian took a deep look at the dwarf, bowed to him, turned and rushed out the door without hesitation, and disappeared into the thick smoke and fire.
(End of this chapter)