Although the War of the Dawn has ended 1,200 years ago, hatred is increasing every moment and everywhere.

For 1,200 years, the dark race and humanity have never stopped fighting, and bloody conflicts have occurred every moment and in every inch of the border.

Although the Eternal Night Domain has been abandoned by the Empire, with the return of the Dark Race, this continent has become full of battlefields. And the situation is extremely complicated.

The Terrans and the Dark Race are fighting to the death here, the Terrans and the Dark Races are also fighting within themselves, and the Humans and the Dark Race are also fighting for living space with various primordial beasts. And perhaps because the forsaken land is orbiting too far from the sun, there are occasionally all kinds of terrible beasts arriving from outside the territory.

It seems that the only meaning of life here is strife.

War is everywhere, and on the gray Eternal Night Continent, the most valuable thing is life.

At this moment, in a wasteland, a group of seven or eight people was walking briskly in a line. Their clothes were all strange, completely made of rags and rotten skins, and some of them would have a few rusty metal plates on their hearts, backs, and other vital parts as armor.

Several of them were carrying large backpacks, which were the most common scavengers on the Eternal Night Continent. They gamble their lives and venture into the depths of the wasteland and ruins in search of something that might have a little value. In their backpacks, they carry all their riches.

At the front of the line, the outline of a small town already loomed, and they involuntarily quickened their pace.

The most striking building in the town is a tall lighthouse. It is a building made of almost entirely welded metal, with several thick pipes crawling on the outer walls.

From a long distance, you can see the flame burning at the top of the lighthouse, so the town is called Lighthouse Town. At this time, a large amount of steam suddenly discharged from the middle section of the lighthouse, and the huge gears exposed in the broken shell began to rotate with difficulty, causing the hammer on the tower to swing slowly, striking on the old-fashioned bronze bell, making a thick and long bell.

When, when, when!

The bell rang far away, and the group of scavengers quickened their pace.

One of the burly men looked at the sky and said, "It's only three o'clock and it's going to be completely dark, and this doesn't let people live!"

An old man at the front said with some indifference: "Isn't it all like this in the dark season?"

The strong man looked up at the sky, and there were several huge black shadows in the sky blocking the sunlight, and it was only three o'clock that the surroundings were as dark as dusk.

He spat heavily on phlegm, half envious and half jealous, and said, "If I were allowed to live up there for a few days, I would be willing to live ten years less!"

Another scavenger said, "Come on, Bucktooth Sixth! That's where the big guys go, and there's no hope for you in your life." Let's honestly pick up garbage here!"

Before the sixth attack of the bucktooth, there was also a valve on the other side of the lighthouse in the distance, which opened and emitted a large amount of steam. Suddenly, all above the middle of the lighthouse was surrounded by white mist, the flames became blurred, and the sharp and long whistle suddenly sounded, piercing people's hearts.

"Why are you closing so early?!"

"What the hell is that bald man doing?"

The scavengers panicked and quickened their pace and ran all the way to the town. Fortunately, they moved fast enough to rush through the gate in time.

The exhaust pipes on both sides of the tower were spewing out large clouds of dark and turbid gas, huge gears and winches creaked and turned, and the heavy cast-iron gate slowly fell, smashing into the steel trough with a thud, sealing the town off.

One of the scavengers stood in the street, gasping for breath with his hands on his knees, and then looked up and shouted to the castle tower, "Why are you closing so early? We were almost locked out!"

A bald head with a shiny oil peeked out from the castle tower, and its face was hideous.

He pointed to the sky and shouted unceremoniously: "I told you a long time ago that it is not peaceful outside! Look at the color of the moon in the sky! If you don't even want your life for a few copper plates, then you deserve to die!"

There was a huge full moon hanging in the sky, and the edge of the lunar disk was already as red as blood, and in a few days, it would become a full blood moon.

On the night of the Crimson Moon, all creatures in the wasteland become restless and aggressive. Legend has it that whenever the moonlight turns scarlet, a calamity occurs somewhere, and only when enough blood has been shed will the calamity depart contentedly.

The scavengers cursed, but these mad dogs in the wasteland really didn't dare to do anything to the bald head on the castle tower, it was the only sheriff in the town, and he was a first-class soldier, and it was easy to clean up their team of mad dogs. So these people can only complain and walk towards the town.

There is a pub in the town, the only one here, and a few rooms in the back. It's the destination of the scavengers, and it's the only paradise that brings happiness and women.

In order to save energy, there are few lights in the town, so in the night, the shimmer of light on the bar sign is particularly eye-catching, although only the word "sand" is lit on it.

The prototype of the sign was a bearing removed from the bottom of the cabin, and I don't know how the owner of the road bar used to get the words up, and smeared the powder of luminous stone, but it always faded after the rain and wind.

The people in the town knew that the name of the bar was Manshu Sahua, but no one understood what the four words meant together, and less than five of the thousands of people in the town could recognize all four words.

The bar is dimly lit, the tables and chairs are old, and the walls are covered with all kinds of graffiti, but it has a strange beauty.

The bar counter is made of steel plates and rivets, and it looks like a tough guy of the era. All the ingredients in this bar can be found outside in the wilderness. In fact, the most worthless thing in the Forsaken Land is scrap steel, scrap metal, and the wasteland garbage dumps are everywhere, and the airship graveyard is piled up with metal peaks.

The bar was filled with the smell of low-quality alcohol, tobacco and sweat, and the pungent smell of perfume emanated from several women with heavy makeup, which was disgusting to smell.

Behind the bar stood a young man, slender and slender, with a somewhat morbidly pale complexion.

The young man wore shabby jackets and trousers, and his long black hair was tied back in a ponytail. His face was very beautiful, very pretty, and he was excessively young, and at first glance he looked a little shy but kind to the boy next door.

He stood behind the bar, quietly watching the dozen or so customers in the bar who were venting their desires and stresses.

No one would have thought that this big young boy would be the owner of this bar and inn just by his appearance. He's afraid, no, he must not have reached the age of eighteen.

At this moment, the half-hidden door of the bar was pushed open, and the group of scavengers who had just entered the city poured in. As soon as they entered, the bar fell silent for a moment, and many people looked at the scavengers with wary eyes.

In the wasteland, scavengers don't have a good reputation, they have many nicknames, including vultures, scavengers, mad dogs, and so on.

The scavengers are always on the verge of life and death, they have no shame or credibility, and they can do anything. Many scavengers have their own circles and secret ways of communicating, and if outsiders approach the group rashly, there is a high risk that they will be gnawed to the bone.

Although the small town of Lighthouse prospers largely on the large number of scavengers around it, the city's indigenous people do not welcome scavengers and do not really accept them.

Where there are scavengers, there will be trouble. In the wasteland, the word trouble often means that a group of people will lose their lives, otherwise how can it be embarrassed to call it trouble?

This was not the first time the group of scavengers had come to Manshusawa, they found a table and sat down, and they alouded the name of their favorite liquor. The young man behind the bar turned around and took a few bottles of wine from the wine rack and expertly prepared them.

The stainless steel bartender fluttered up and down between his long white fingers, as if it had a soul of its own.

At that moment, a scavenger with a huge scar on his face came over, leaned heavily on the bar, and said in a thick nasal voice, "I heard that you have a kind of wine called Manhehua here, which is very strong!

The young man did not move, but said: "An imperial silver coin." ”

"Whew!" the scavenger cried exaggeratedly, "my ears heard me right, an Imperial silver coin!!Am I drinking the blood of a virgin?, well, since I'm here, I'll have to try it to see if your wine is as good as you say! Boy, I don't have any silver coins, but you can pay the bill with this, as long as you dare to take it!"

With a snap, the scavenger pulled out a musket and slammed it on the bar.

The musket is already filled with gunpowder pellets and ready to be fired. The handle of the gun was covered with a thick iron sheet, and it was stained with blackened blood, as well as other dirt that could not be told whether it was brain pulp or bone marrow. This heavy musket is obviously not only capable of bombardment, but the handle of the gun is also a powerful murder weapon, and it may be used more often.

The bar fell silent for a moment, and many eyes were focused on scavengers and young people.

The young man had already mixed the wine, slowly divided the glass, then put his hands on the bar, glanced at the musket, and said lightly: "For the sake of your dinner fellow, I can count it as worth half a silver coin." Are you sure you want to use it to settle your bill?"

The corner of the scavenger's eyes twitched, and he leaned forward slowly, approaching the young man, until the tips of their noses were about to touch, and then he said, "What if I don't pay the bill?"

The young man did not move at all, and said in a calm voice, "Then I will blast your head." ”

The scavengers stared at the young man's eyes, and in those deep black eyes, there was no fluctuation in them, like two bottomless deep lakes. The scavenger looked down at the young man's hand again. It was an unusually clean pair of hands, no calluses at all, and the skin was incredibly delicate, and there was no sign of doing rough work or cultivating at all.

The young man's hand was on the bar, an awkward position, a little far from anywhere, and even if he hid a weapon under the bar, it seemed that he would not have time to take it.

The young man's coarse cloth shirt was buttoned only with two buttons, revealing a huge ugly scar on his chest, which looked out of place with his appearance.

The corners of the scavengers' eyes kept beating, and the chill in his heart became thicker and thicker, and the sweat suddenly rolled down. This is the instinctive feeling of the wild dogs that survive in the wilderness about danger.