'Bang~'

As he wished, the mask finally shattered in Morildo's hands.

The huge inertia made him almost stumble.

By the time he looked up, the noise around him, the explosions, and the sound of breaking the air had all disappeared.

It was empty and pitch black.

Morieldo tightened the golden axe in his hand, it was still there, but it no longer radiated light, just like a mortal weapon, and there was no longer any brilliance.

"...... Lola"

Morieldo tensed his muscles, looked around warily, and shouted Laura's name.

No one responded, as if they were immersed in the deepest depths of hell.

"Vilnas!"

Morildo called out Vilnas' name again, but there was still no response.

An hour......

He tentatively moved forward, looking for a way out.

Two hours......

Still walking aimlessly, still a deep darkness.

Three hours......

One day......

Two days......

Three days......

......

Morieldo was a little devastated, he had not eaten for many days, but he did not have any hunger or thirst.

"Morieldo, it's you, that's great!"

A voice of surprise came from behind Morieldo, familiar, as if they had known each other for a long time.

He turned to see the man in front of him, with the same golden beard as himself, and a huge oak barrel in his hand.

"Vitry!"

Morildo exclaimed, the person in front of him turned out to be Vitri, who had been dead for a long time.

Is he dead?

It was the first time he had questioned his existence like this, and walking in the dark for many days had made his memories blur for a short time, and the only thing he remembered was that he had smashed the light shield of the ground rats in the Holy Court.

"Yes, you're dead, Morieldo. ”

As if he could hear Morlieldo's thoughts, Vitry placed the barrel on the ground and sat down straight. Strange to say, as soon as he sat down, a stool appeared out of thin air under his buttocks, and a table appeared in front of him, on which were filled with many meat delicacies.

"Sit down, Morieldo!"

At some point, a stool appeared behind Morildo.

"I'm dead?"

Morieldo sat down, a hint of doubt in his eyes, he had no memory of his own death.

"Yes, you're dead!"

Vitryy turned the barrel on his side, conjured two large wooden cups out of thin air, and poured the wine from the barrel evenly into the two wooden cups, and a malt aroma diffused from the glasses. He handed one of the cups to Morierdo, and at the same time tore open a turkey leg, and took a very rough bite, and the oil and water were wanton.

Morieldo took the glass, touched it with Vitry, drank the wine in one gulp, and exhaled comfortably, everything was so real.

"So where is this?"

Morieldo opened his mouth and took the glass that Vitry had handed over and filled it again.

"This is the world of the dead!"

Vitry picked up the fork on his left, slipped a whole steak into his mouth, and continued to mumble.

"Here, anything you need, will come up with your thoughts, like this. ”

With that, Vitry stretched out his hand, and a brand-new golden scepter fell into his hand from the sky!

The golden scepter is adorned with various colored gemstones, and it is expensive to look at.

"Another example!"

Vitryy swallowed the unchewed steak, then crossed it to an arm-thick prawn at his side, and put it in his mouth with the shell.

As his words fell, the darkness around him melted, and white clouds appeared in the pitch-black dome, warm sun, and grass and trickles appeared on the ground.

A breeze blew, and a few flying flat-billed finches also landed on the branches and began to sing.

Morrilldo's face was as usual as he looked at Vitri, who was now the creator.

Seeing that what he had done did not impress Morieldo, Vitri did not even let go of the last shrimp head, swallowed it in a hurry, ignored the big mouth full of oil, and said with a smile, "You try to think about the person you want the most." ”

"The person who wants it the most?"

Morieldo repeated it softly.

'Smack~'

He was gently tapped on the left shoulder.

"Morieldo, long time no see!"

Hearing this male voice that only existed in his memory, Morieldo did not look back, and his body full of strength trembled slightly, and the rough man bit his lower lip tightly, and his eyes became red.

"yes, Morieldo, long time no see!"

It was another female voice, and the voice was very gentle, just like the June breeze, refreshing people's hearts.

Morildo couldn't hold on any longer, and the golden axe that he had been holding tightly in his right hand and didn't dare to put it down fell to the ground.

The nearly two-meter-tall man, with bloodshot eyes wide, held back tears, quickly turned around, knelt on the ground, hugged the man's and woman's thighs tightly, and cried.

No one bothered him, he cried for a long, long time, as if all the grievances and pain he had suffered for so many years had been vented at this moment.

The woman gently placed her right hand, which was full of traces of age, on Morieldo's long blond hair and stroked it, as if comforting her wounded child.

Yes, this is Morieldo's parents, and the source of all his pain, he owes too many people in this life, and the most, except for his sister, who has never forgiven him, are his parents.

"I'm sorry, Father! I'm sorry, Mother!"

Even when he was scratched by the claws of the earth dragon and his intestines flowed all over the ground, this man never cried once, and now he is desperately kowtowing, begging for his parents' forgiveness.

The woman squatted down, gently wiped away the tears from Morieldo's face with her right hand, and smiled, "Child, you are not wrong. ”

Morieldo raised his head, and looked at the loving old man in front of him with tears in his eyes, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

"Stand up, Morieldo, don't cry like a. ”

The man's voice was thick and not angry, and just one sentence made Morieldo stop his tears.

"Father's ......"

Morrilldo sniffed, took the handkerchief handed by the man, wiped the tears from his face, and slowly stood up.

"We are also very heartbroken for you like this, your mother and I have not blamed you, you have always been the pride of me and your mother!"

The man's large hand slapped heavily on Morieldo's shoulder.

The surrounding scenery changed again, the original green grass rose up a huge manor, the trickle of the river, began to grow vines, the same endless grape trellis, there is a pasture, three or three cows are leisurely grazing the grass, the trees also began to rise, gradually formed a deep forest, occasionally looking at the past, you can see a few deer chasing each other and jumping.

"Let's go home!"

The man reached out and took Morildo with one hand and the woman with the other, and walked towards the manor.

The warm sun turned dim, slightly oblique from the 'East', and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the body of this family of three, although it was weird, but there was also a trace of warmth.

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PS: I've been thinking about the soul of the country lately.,I want to bring this into Vic.,But then the scene will be too bloody.,I'm afraid it'll become a forbidden book ( ́・ᴗ・' )