Durin's Diary

Chapter 233 Shake people
Du Lin opened his eyes and looked at the strange yet familiar ceiling, then he sat up.

This is a small room of less than ten square meters, with a single bed. The blanket has just been changed and the sheets are wrinkled.

On the bedside table, there is a desk lamp, a pot of succulents, and an alarm clock.

A desk lamp is a simple everyday item.

Alarm clocks are durable and sturdy products.

Succulents are a combination of the above two, with simple and strong characteristics. My mentor said that if you can kill it, you can basically kill yourself.

Although the room is not big, this small and warm space is the most unforgettable memory in Du Lin's heart.

There was a knock on the door, followed by an uninvited opening of the door.

A little girl and her friends pushed open the door, but the door was only halfway opened and time stopped.

The wind chimes on the ceiling that used to move with the wind stopped moving, the alarm clock stopped ringing, and the originally young Du Lin sitting on the bed had turned old again.

The next second, everything in the world disappeared, and an old man with half-white hair appeared in front of Du Lin.

"Hassan Sabbah." Du Lin stood up.

"Yes, I'm surprised. Before you, it's not like others have gathered all three roots and come before me, but no one has ever been able to fully awaken like you in just seventeen seconds." The old man sighed and said, "What makes your soul so old?"

"Because I've seen the world change." Du Lin said, looking at the middle-aged man: "You were a legendary extraordinary person back then, why did you die?"

"The path I took was complex, and I took many wrong turns. By the end of the battle, I was already half-deformed. In my moment of clarity, I chopped off my head. I can die, but I must die as a human. I have lived an upright life and do not wish to become a mutant." The old man then looked at Du Lin and said, "Your character impresses me."

"Where are those people from before?" Du Lin asked.

"A coward is not worthy of inheriting from me." Hassan Sabbah answered calmly and threw a dagger with its sheath over.

Du Lin continued: "So, what about your test?"

"I see in your hands the marrow of a traitor, the brains of a sinner, the blood of a friend, and even your own heart. Your life is a tangle of death and faith, a combination of commitment and trust. You don't need the tests given to cowards and the weak." Hassan said, pointing to the dagger in Durin's arms. "I know Urjula Dracula is near you. Go out and give him my regards."

After saying this, the old man looked at Du Lin, who had transformed back into a grassland elf, and smiled: "I never thought that my successor would be a grassland elf."

"I will rekindle the fire on the Eagle's Nest, reunite the Three Saints Society, and execute all traitors and rebels who disobey." Du Lin said to the old man who turned and left.

The old man turned around, looked at Du Lin, and nodded happily: "I know, I believe you will keep your oath, and I will wait, waiting for someone who will come later. He will tell me what happened in the world after you left. He will definitely bring me news of your victory, right?"

After saying this, the old man turned and walked towards the endless wilderness in the distance.

Du Lin blinked, raised his head from the pillow and looked at the restaurant.

The customers seemed to have remained the same, and the four people sitting outside the counter were still there. The demigod named Ayers looked at the old pocket watch in his hand and said, "One minute and nineteen seconds. What's the origin of this kid?"

"Same origin as me." The Primordial Creator said, then reached out and patted Du Lin on the head: "How is it?"

"It felt like a dream. In the dream, the fifty-year-old Hassan told me a lot." Having said that, Durin looked at Urjula Dracula. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the wrist of the old vampire, and nailed his hand to the counter with the unsheathed dagger.

"How did you get this dagger!" the old vampire screamed and cried, but he never dared to attack Du Lin.

Because this is the holy weapon of the Three Saints Society, the Sword of Judgment.

Those who possess this item, along with the Sacred Eagle's Nest Tattoo and the Hidden One Path, will be able to exert true, transcendental power over the traitors of the Triarchy. "Hasan asked me to say hello," Du Lin said, releasing his grip on his wrist. "You are one of the fifteen elders of the Crimson Order. Do you know who killed my father?"

At this moment, Durin's horns had turned blood red, with golden threads entangled and swirling around them.

"I really don't know!!" Uryula screamed.

"How could you not know? Could it be that betraying your colleagues will make you feel guilty, or that your pitiful soul is imprisoned by some alien god, and as long as you betray the organization, it can destroy you." Having said that, Du Lin looked at the original creator.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Uryu in front of him, then pulled out a ball of red mist from his chest. "It's true. When did the elder of the Crimson Group become the dog of the Lord of Secrets? I had no idea."

"I don't know when I was controlled! I'll tell you! Without this, I will definitely tell you! It was the Sadean family! Their people killed your father! Their family's headquarters is in Alessano!" Freed from his shackles, the vampire told everything.

Durin pulled the dagger out of the old vampire's hand and said, "Call your people here when you have time so this gentleman can see them."

"Yes, thank you for your kindness." The old vampire cried bitterly, holding Durin's hand and kissing Durin's family ring.

You wouldn't be so stupid as to go and kill someone alone.

The demigod lich asked with a smile.

"Of course not, I have a channel." Du Lin took out a dragon tooth string from his private space and activated it.

Then everyone present saw the Shadow Dragon extending his hand.

He held Du Lin's hand tremblingly: "What's going on!"

He struggled and resisted, but in the end, the old shadow dragon stopped resisting and lowered his head. His face was covered with tears, and he kissed Durin's hand lightly with piety and awe.

"I am Kakula Graywing. I offer my humblest loyalty and respect to the great beloved of the gods. I am your blade, your shield, and your warrior. I will tear all enemies apart for you."

"It failed the Willpower test. I was bewitched by your charm." The Primordial Creator finished his explanation, slapping his thigh and laughing like a child. "This is the first time I've seen a Shadow Dragon get so frustrated."

Except for him, no one present dared to laugh, and Du Lin just sighed.

Sorry, 32 points of charm is indeed a bit too much for a strong dragon.

Before the audience could react, a girl in a dragon-seed battle robe ran down the stairs hurriedly carrying her power hammer.

"Here I come! Whose Dragon Covenant is this!" Lina looked at everyone present.

The guests in the restaurant pointed at Du Lin in unison.

The old vampire pointed at Durin with his trembling hand still dripping with blood.

The werewolf pointed at Durin with trembling legs.

Du Lin smiled and looked at his new ally: "It's me, I'll take you to kill someone, ok?"

"Go! I won't ask you for money because I feel sorry for you, but does their family have money?"

"Yes, all dragon species that respond to the covenant will get points, and all the property will be divided among you. I won't take a penny." After saying that, Du Lin stood up and walked towards the balcony.

(End of this chapter)