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By Cuttlefish That Loves Diving
A gloomy dark old castle towers is floating the lakeside of black duckweed, brings the rich ancient magic empire style apex just like the javelin.
Harold? The steel hammer at the back of one bag of ores, the warehouse toward castle walks, the footsteps are serious, slow-moving.
As an underage dwarf, he has not brandished the giant iron hammer like manipulating the muscle solid elder of toy like these, one bag of ores truly were too to him heavy a point.
However, Harold has no complaint to the arduous physical labor, at least can also go on living, at least does not need to become food of vampire master like the fine dwarf who these were chosen.
Is this is „great blood group Count” Vorrade? Cecile's castle, he is controlling the surrounding several hundred dwarf villages, chooses „pure blood and physical body” from them takes food, and urges the surplus slaves works in the mine and castle, mines and smelts at night plateau unique Needham gold/metal and rare Kaalamo fine iron and secret silver for him.
The dwarves started from the birth, the destiny seems to have been doomed, either became food, either died after the strength in squeezing clean body early, the scenery of their life was only left over to multiply the descendant the part of union.
Although has never left the birth village and castle of Count Vorrade, but Harold actually „heard”, no matter south present bleak, the north that the terrifying reputation spreads, the dwarves in other plateau regions, the survival condition is this, the pain is continuing numbly.
Thinks of here, Harold raised the head, looks up to is covering the blackness sky over plateau forever, is looking up to the radiant bright constellation, slightly is at heart vacant and sad:
„My life along such fixed orbital pitiful vanguard, cannot see the tiny bit hope, isn't our dwarf clan able to restore the ancient honor forever?”
The sharp ache transmits from Harold face, seeps out the whip-mark of blood to reappear together suddenly in his left face, and stretches across the dwarf unique big nose to extend right.
„Walks a bit faster, is in a daze!” The virulent vicious sound conveys, the shadow of leather whip is still reverberating at present.
Right, not only the destiny of dwarf two, but can also abandon the ancestor, flatters the vampire like the dog, becomes their blood servants, in turn safeguards own companion.
Self-designated graceful noble vampire how possibly manage the dirty miner and coolie, naturally needs the servant to handle the tedious matter, but each vampire will conduct supports initially will consume the source of own blood, if the weak vampire the development were many descendant, oneself will be decayed ahead of time, therefore the high rank vampire is not willing to support even if at will initially produces the descendant.
Moreover the vampire is conceited, regards as the dirty lowly low organism overwhelming majority other clan lives, does not regard as important or likes, is impossible to waste the source of blood to transform them as the blood group, therefore, the quantity of legitimate vampire throughout placed a small range, what massive existences was attracted the blood not dead by them, like blood servant who the puppet obeyed the order.
As blood servant, strength nearly official knight, but will not enhance, life span only then 1/10 of master, moreover forever is unable to revolt against the master, will not present the resistance the idea.
Harold looked by one to take the dwarf of leather whip and wear magnificent clothing, the dangling view, did not make the hatred angers in own eyes be discovered by him: „Yes, Wells steward.”
This hateful rebel, does not know that reporting and pulled out many same clan, moreover obviously was only a supervisor, actually liked being called is the steward, when true vampire steward Galata appeared, wished one could to kneel on the ground, kissed the shoes point of opposite party.
Because red hair dwarf Wells master Vorrade quite repugnant beard, therefore shaves cleanly the proud full beard, revealed the bumpy facial skin, at this time sees Harold „handsome” brown full beard, the innermost feelings cannot bear were sick, the right hand wields, gave him again a whip:
„What was thinking a moment ago? The dwarves do not need to ponder! Understood? I asked that you do understand? Next splashes the dirty bastard dwarf!”
He seemed to have forgotten oneself are also a dwarf, treats as completely only compared with the legitimate blood group poor noble blood servant.
„Understood, Wells steward.” Harold is grasping both hands blue vein suddenly/violently Tu of ore bag.
„Goes!” Wells does not dare to delay the progress, so as to avoid being scolded by steward Mr. Galata.
Harold just went out several steps, the Wells vicious virulent voice becomes exceptionally flatters: „Good afternoon, Madame Tessy, Mr. Galata, please walk here, there fills the ore powder, is messy and dirty . Moreover the dwarf who under the odor splashes will dash you.”
Even without turning head, Harold can still imagine the flattering appearance that Wells bends over, and tall vampire steward Galata's meticulous style- he wears the black formal dress forever, forever is knitting the neat bow tie.
But Madame Tessy definitely that attractive enchanting appearance, golden long hair and slender slim proportion moderate body, deep green like the double pupil of lake water after she was supported to become the vampire by Count Vorrade initially again had not changed.
Thinks of Madame Tessy, Harold exceptionally is grieved and sorrowful, she is in nearby several hundred villages the most attractive female dwarf, is sweetheart who in the dream adores, what a pity she settled on by Count Vorrade, becomes his vampire bride.
The plateau cool breeze has blown, Harold laid down the head, goes forward at the back of the ore bag slowly, from transmits like the sound of song of the birds clearly behind: „Steps up to smelt the ore, do not make them be loaf.”
„Attention investigates, some dwarves of running away formed the rebellious army, cannot make them destroy the mine.”
............
Has been busy at changing to the constellation position, approaches with beforehand no evening of difference, Harold ended the arduous work, had the opportunity of panting for breath, then takes grain ration of distribution- two black bread left the castle, returns toward the family/home situated in nearby village.
Is walking, Harold sizes up all around suddenly vigilantly, sees nearby no one, the facial expression immediately becomes excited, changed over to a remote path, at the back of the darkness, is throwing over the star light, the half step vanguard.
Walked for probably dozen minutes, passed through several sparse black „wind Yang” forest, Harold saw an ordinary giant stone.
He sizes up again, is cautious and is soundless arrives at behind the giant stone, strikes the stone facing gently.
„Steam is supreme.” The strange Khuzdul word sends out from his mouth, has no psychic force coordination like the incantation.
The sound just vanished, on the giant stone cracks suddenly the slit, as if opened a leaf of front door, a dirty dwarf extends to look around the head, then waves: „Comes in quickly, Harold.”
Harold worms one's way into agilely, looks that this dwarf and locks on the other side stone door closes, ejects a black bread to him: „Uncle Warren, I first got down.”
„Goes quickly, the big elder is waiting for you, my child.” Warren catches the black bread, the clear water, the age is worrying excellently, as if hungry was very long.
Harold understands that Uncle Warren these hides in the place bottom dwarf rebellious army lacks food for a long time, therefore like this, therefore shakes the head sorrowfully inexplicably, walks toward the place bottom deep place following the channel.
He drinks the clear water that is carrying along, is eating the black bread, the place bottom palace that while the sigh with emotion ancestors construct is great, making one deeply be shocked:
„Why great will so ancestor be beaten by the vampire?”
„Was detested and rejected by the Spiritual God?”
On two curb stone bricks, is carving many murals, has the flying spatial ship of blotting out the sky, navigates the steamship in sea, has toward the terrifying cannon of big dragon bombardment, Mercedes-Benz's steam train on plain...... Harold, although has looked at many these murals, but looked every time cannot bear be choked up with emotions one time, therefore he does like listening to big elder Augustus? Broken heart told that the steam time's matter, thinks back on ancestor that magnificent civilization, seems thinking, the life was full of the hope, inherited the honor.
The channel end, is the main hall that a as if sacrificial offering uses, the two sides are rows of small rooms, the bellow of steam keep transmitting from inside, vigorous and healthy dwarves are actuating the steam sledgehammer forging weapon.
„Harold, did you come?” The dwarf who has the long Changbai beard to Harold jaw head, then looked following his vision slightly, sighed gently: „Pitifully our civilizations have lost, the complex steam engine, cannon and rifle we definitely are unable to make, can only build the sharp long sword and axe. But this can only cope with the blood servant, does not have the means with the vampire, north that the terrifying vampire is at not to mention.”
His tone vicissitudes and misery.
„Big elder......” several puts on simple, but the status faintly is high other dwarves „high level” makes noise to prevent, how can create the desperate atmosphere in the rebellious army.
Big elder Augustus said with a smile gentle calmly: „Honey, Jenkins...... we must let follow our clansmen to understand that our situations, this is a path that cannot see a hope, is kneeling numbly going on living, guards ancestor's glory with the blood, died like a true dwarf, must make the choice.”
„Steam is supreme!” In the two sides small houses resounds suddenly angrily roars, „was doomed to meet the death of pain in any case!”
Shares food, Augustus to Harold was inquiring that castle recent trend, they choose the domain of Count Vorrade to hide are heard that he long ago in some war received „mysterious magic” the wound, had not been restored to health completely, needing regularly the deep sleep maintains itself is not decayed.
„...... Madame Tessy was telling that after the blood servant looks for you......” Harold to know only a little news that notifies, hopes for that looks at Augustus: „Can big elder, talk about in the ancient times the matter of steam civilization to me again?”
The age also calculates that young attractive female dwarf honey is also hopeful, listening to the big elder to speak the past story was in the rebellious army difficult life rare „ray”.
„...... Our dwarves once ruled the length and breadth the land, the chimney forest that in the estuary of endless vastness, in Gerling river bank, in the innumerable lively places, has us to construct the giant city that...... steel makes to tower likely, is emitting the billowing black smoke, sometimes even can camouflage the sunlight, during the daytime will become gloomy......”
„...... In the cities, there is a giant steam train to operate, only takes several hours...... each dwarf to obtain sufficient food to the north from here, uses various mechanical products, for example can promote to arrive at the steam elevator of roof, for example has the steam boiler that the hot water makes you take a bath forever......”
„...... The great dwarf soldiers at the back of the high pressure steam package, think of the mechanical arm, is carrying the steam rifle, is developing the open country of danger...... the steamship navigation above the vastness, the giant artillery tube makes the enemies submit to......”
Although too did not understand that what is during the daytime, what is the sunlight, but does not hinder Harold, honey and other dwarves hears with great interest, that is they vainly hopes for the heaven.
The recombination mural draws, the city of steam machinery such distinctively appears in their mind.
Harold closely makes a fist, pledged that one day must rebuild such dwarf city.
Told these times, Augustus's expression filled proud and yearned, fold flower petal on face puts.
„Ok, talks about here today, we to the god of time sacrificial offering steam, great life and death control.” Augustus sets out, arrives at the main hall center, there has a sacrificial altar that is drawing the strange design.
„Big elder, really useful?” Young girl honey of flax hair has doubts asks.
Augustus stared her one eyes, severe said/tunnel: „We excavate this vestige time, didn't find the ancestor sacrificial offering Spiritual God ceremony? They are such great strength, will such intelligence, how do not to have the matter of use? I think that our civilizations were destroyed, certainly is because neglected the god of steam, was abandoned by him, therefore we need more reverent, can obtain his care.”
„Yes, big elder.” In this desperate situation, any opportunity can make the dwarves light the hope the flare.
Therefore, including Harold, all dwarves gathers in the sacrificial altar front, follows the big elder to make the strange hand signal and movement, is dancing the bewildered dance.
„The god of great steam, your reverent servant prays to you.”( To be continued. Please search the floating astronomy, the novel is better to renew is quicker!)
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