As the war drew to a close, the people finally saw the dawn of victory. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

That man, no, to be precise, that man and his sword, resisted thousands of troops, and no one dared to frustrate its edge. With one wave, there is a world-shattering sword aura, and a slash represents the heads of countless demonic beasts falling to the ground, and in a fit of anger, the dark sky is poked out of the dawn!

Everyone is cheering, the arrival of the Savior. But Mar could not see the face of the legendary swordsman, for he was always with his back to the people.

Eventually, he slew a powerful demon with his sword, but he was also physically exhausted, and his body looked like a crumbling building. He died. Dead at the junction between humans and the demon world, his body was half-kneeling but still upright, and his sharp sword was half-stuck in the ground. He leaned on his sword with both hands, like an immortal sculpture.

He was still dead, and although the exit to the Demon Realm was forcibly closed, although the remaining humans had a chance to survive, peace came again. But he still slept in the arms of death.

The last picture Mar saw was here, and then the sky was full of white light, so that Mar couldn't help but close his eyes, and when he opened it again, he found that he had returned to his familiar room. The stove in front of her was still dancing with flames, reflecting her and Fuya's faces.

Mar's head was a little blank, and the clock on the wall only showed that it had been 10 minutes, but Marr felt like a century long, and she felt her throat dry up, so she grabbed the glass with a trembling hand, and swallowed a mouthful of water with difficulty, only to feel that the taste of blood in her mouth was always lighter.

"So, this, this is ......" Marr spat out these words as if it was a little difficult, but still asked, "This is the fate of the Continent of Gobres?"

Fuya sighed softly, then nodded, and then Fuya looked into Mar's eyes, eyes that contained infinite possibilities.

"Impossible, the demons have been isolated from the barrier of divine magic, and it is impossible to invade again. Mar said excitedly.

"Miss Marr, have you really seen the murderous performance of the demons on the battlefield?" Fuya paused and said with a wry smile, "Besides, how can there be a barrier in this world that can never be broken, and how can there be flawless magic?"

Mar was stunned for a moment, she remembered the scene just now when even the light on the battlefield could be swallowed up, and her heart was suddenly confused.

Fuya just stared at her, giving her enough time to digest it all, and Fuya thought: it seemed that she had no doubts about the veracity of this prophecy. But who can doubt anything? Who can question this realistic and brutal picture? When I first saw this prophecy, I was in a trance all day.

"So? What are you showing me for? I, I'm just the daughter of an ordinary Orion. "What can I do by telling me? Let me know that we are only ants and cannot survive in the war?" or are you telling me that I should prepare things now, and run for my life, and where can I escape?"

Fuya looked at the somewhat hysterical Mar, and she couldn't bear it, but she needed the help of the girl in front of her, and this girl must be the person she had been looking for.

"Calm down, you don't rush to despair first. Fuya said with an indifferent look.

And Mar suddenly stopped complaining, looking at the so-called bard, and felt more and more that Fuya in front of him was very different.

"So, Miss Fuya, why are you showing me this? It stands to reason that you can't tell me this, ordinary people like us. What the hell do you want to say, or what do you want?" Mar asked, a little flustered, but her eyes were fixed on Fuya's eyes, trying to see something, but it was as deep as water.

"Indeed, if you are an ordinary person, it is a bit cruel for me to tell you this news, and at the same time it should not be told to you. But you have a talent, an innate talent. Fuya paused and looked at Mar solemnly.

Maar thought about it, what could this particular bard be when he said he had a gift?

"Talent? I'm just an ordinary girl, how can I have talent? Our town is so remote, and I don't even have a magic test, do I have a talent for magic?"

saw Fuya shake her head gently, and then nodded again.

"What does that mean?" asked a puzzled Maar, who had forgotten for a moment the shadow of the war.

"Yes and no, your talent is related to magic, but you don't have the slightest talent for magic. Fuya said.

Lis, who was sitting on Tang Meng's bed, listening to the conversation while holding the quilt and feeling the breath of the master, was also puzzled, and struggled to get up, staring at the two people outside the room through the magic enchantment without blinking.

As for the previous illusion, Lisy couldn't see it, she could only see the two people standing outside for ten minutes.

"What's going on, obviously she can't feel that Mal's magic fluctuations, she doesn't have the talent to communicate with the elements at all. It is even said that she has no magical talent at all, and she is even more dismal than ordinary people. Liz said suspiciously, keeping an eye on the outside.

At this moment, Fuya picked up her most cherished mandolin, and then nodded to Mar.

"I'll improvise a song for you, and I'll call it 'Dear Girl,' and maybe you'll understand something. Fuya said in a nice voice

Mar looked at Fuya suspiciously, only to see her hand holding a pick, gently plucking on the mandolin strings, and suddenly a song poured out, and at this moment Fuya also sang for the poem:

My dear girl, you are so innocent, you are so beautiful, so kind.

My dear girl, you have not experienced love, you have not experienced war, and you have not experienced despair.

Forgive me for my selfishness, my dear girl, for not making the truth public, just expecting you to understand.

My dear girl, those who have no strength will only look up, those who have no talent will only surrender, and only you shine.

My dear girl, you are always different, but you never realize that you are going to save everything!

Because you have a gift, you have it, but you are buried and undiscovered.

If you're afraid of the end, if you're afraid of death.

Then follow me and go far away, where you will understand your importance.

At the end of the song, Mar applauded, although it was just an improvisation by Fuya, not an epic or a song, but it had a unique charm.

"So, how do you feel when you listen to it?" asked Fuya as she put down the mandolin.

"Nice, though I still don't know what it means, and why are you doing this?"

"Don't you have a feeling of excitement?" asked Fuya again.

"Not really. Mar said with a blank expression.

Lis, who was in the room, seemed to understand something. It's just that she didn't even realize that this girl named Mar really has a rare talent!

(To be continued.) )