#刺客信条 枭雄#
正午时分太阳高挂伦敦城上空,明媚的阳光照耀尖顶圆柱楼身,繁复雕饰油彩瓷砖泛着刺眼光芒。许愿池中身背翅膀的男孩儿雕像面带笑容,赤脚踩在刻满几何图案的圆形大浮雕上。冰冷机械运作的厂房仓库立在辉煌壮丽的皇家建筑中,烟雾朦胧与缤纷华丽相碰撞。文艺复兴、罗曼、伊丽莎白式建筑风格被重新演绎加工,现代的色彩重塑其身,工业革命烈火烹油鲜花着锦之盛般进行。马车装载货物从大街行驶而过,响亮的马蹄声与市集人声鼎沸交融,在一处毫不起眼的小巷靠墙站立一人,兜帽投下阴影掩住半张脸,长袍裹身白色衬衫翻领露出脖颈,金线勾勒出花纹映衬黑色马甲,腰带锁扣捆绑腰身,戴着指虎的修长手指微扣握紧金属质感手杖剑,默不作声注视着来往人群。远处几个一袭深蓝色制服警察穿街而过,微侧步翻转手臂勾锁发射牢牢锢住房檐,轻身一跃衣袍翻飞脚踩房顶砖瓦着陆。站起身鹿皮披风垂下,冷眼瞧着一抹蓝色消失在视野里,踱步走向房檐另一侧站立,伦敦城随处可见高挺的烟囱正喷发着浅灰色浓烟,视线越过幢幢大楼射向不甚清晰的白金汉宫。
“It was the best of times,it was the worstof times."
“It was the age of wisdom,it was the age offoolishness. ”
“Itwas the season of L ight, it was the season of Darkness. ”
“Itwas the spring of hope, it was the winner of despair.”
“Wewere all going direct to Heaven,we were all going direct the other way."
伸手一根滑绳顺着手臂上装置迅速发射而出,顺着铁线滑行到另一座大楼,抬腿快速奔跑靴子在房顶踩出脚印,衣袍边角扬起灰尘,一跃跳过几个相隔不远的楼房,前方是圣詹姆斯公园,站定于房檐张开双臂纵身一跃落入街边一放置的干草车。跳出草堆靴子在地面发出轻响,环顾四周路人并未注意自己,拍拍沾身的草屑穿过马路行走在公园外沿,浓密的树荫遮蔽阳光留下斑影点点,路边穿着绿色衣服的闲散人员三三两两站着,侧头微点脚步稳健行至一大厂房门口,手握门把指节上银色指虎闪耀光泽,瞥眼跟上来的小弟推开大门走进。手中杖剑轻触地面,一步一步身影被拉长直至大门带着残破的声响关闭,厂房重归昏暗,目视面前整齐的绿色,低声而坚定,“We will change the rotten times.Raise your weapons above your headand sing the song of victory.Please remember our mission at all times.”
宣战的大旗早已高高挂起,一切在所难免。
正午时分太阳高挂伦敦城上空,明媚的阳光照耀尖顶圆柱楼身,繁复雕饰油彩瓷砖泛着刺眼光芒。许愿池中身背翅膀的男孩儿雕像面带笑容,赤脚踩在刻满几何图案的圆形大浮雕上。冰冷机械运作的厂房仓库立在辉煌壮丽的皇家建筑中,烟雾朦胧与缤纷华丽相碰撞。文艺复兴、罗曼、伊丽莎白式建筑风格被重新演绎加工,现代的色彩重塑其身,工业革命烈火烹油鲜花着锦之盛般进行。马车装载货物从大街行驶而过,响亮的马蹄声与市集人声鼎沸交融,在一处毫不起眼的小巷靠墙站立一人,兜帽投下阴影掩住半张脸,长袍裹身白色衬衫翻领露出脖颈,金线勾勒出花纹映衬黑色马甲,腰带锁扣捆绑腰身,戴着指虎的修长手指微扣握紧金属质感手杖剑,默不作声注视着来往人群。远处几个一袭深蓝色制服警察穿街而过,微侧步翻转手臂勾锁发射牢牢锢住房檐,轻身一跃衣袍翻飞脚踩房顶砖瓦着陆。站起身鹿皮披风垂下,冷眼瞧着一抹蓝色消失在视野里,踱步走向房檐另一侧站立,伦敦城随处可见高挺的烟囱正喷发着浅灰色浓烟,视线越过幢幢大楼射向不甚清晰的白金汉宫。
“It was the best of times,it was the worstof times."
“It was the age of wisdom,it was the age offoolishness. ”
“Itwas the season of L ight, it was the season of Darkness. ”
“Itwas the spring of hope, it was the winner of despair.”
“Wewere all going direct to Heaven,we were all going direct the other way."
伸手一根滑绳顺着手臂上装置迅速发射而出,顺着铁线滑行到另一座大楼,抬腿快速奔跑靴子在房顶踩出脚印,衣袍边角扬起灰尘,一跃跳过几个相隔不远的楼房,前方是圣詹姆斯公园,站定于房檐张开双臂纵身一跃落入街边一放置的干草车。跳出草堆靴子在地面发出轻响,环顾四周路人并未注意自己,拍拍沾身的草屑穿过马路行走在公园外沿,浓密的树荫遮蔽阳光留下斑影点点,路边穿着绿色衣服的闲散人员三三两两站着,侧头微点脚步稳健行至一大厂房门口,手握门把指节上银色指虎闪耀光泽,瞥眼跟上来的小弟推开大门走进。手中杖剑轻触地面,一步一步身影被拉长直至大门带着残破的声响关闭,厂房重归昏暗,目视面前整齐的绿色,低声而坚定,“We will change the rotten times.Raise your weapons above your headand sing the song of victory.Please remember our mission at all times.”
宣战的大旗早已高高挂起,一切在所难免。