Standing at the entrance of the business district, Marceau looked at the small furnace in his hand, this is a copper furnace with a strong style of grassland elves and Song people, in the glorious era, the trade between the Song people and the tribes of the Ayarok continent has begun, the talent of the Song people in handicrafts is well received by the elves, so this small furnace has the unique copper wire of the Song people woven into the furnace ring, the oil wood used in it makes the flame full of ignition, and there is no taste, even if it is in contact with the appearance, it is not the kind of unbearable high temperature. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Marceau deliberately read the history of the game before, and found that the fire cult was born in the dark ages before the Battle of the Four Towers, at that time, the wizards' floating city was still flying in the sky, destroying the floating city, and the era of the Battle of the Four Towers was still very far away, and the people of the Green Forest at that time could be said to be living in dire straits, because the arcane flame would never be used by civilians at will, and every family cherished the flame in their furnace very much, and over time, the flame became the most beautiful thing in the eyes of every Green Forest person, and in the gray ageThe element of fire has become the spiritual sustenance of all the living people who are still resisting evil and the undead in this plane of erosion.

Therefore, the flame bearer has become a unique 'job' in the Green Forest Kingdom, this flame bearer is usually a paladin or a priest of the Order camp, and the flame in his hand is taken from the thousands of families in the city where he works, if the fire of any family is unfortunately extinguished, then the flame bearer will come to his home and relight the fire for him with the flame in his own furnace, and the family will pay the corresponding gold coins for the flame bearer and the neighbors who are willing to share the fire.

In the Grey Age, the Flame Bearer was the most special profession in the Green Forest Liberation Army, and every time a city was liberated, the Fire Bearer would use the flames to completely clean the city, and the Green Forest people felt that only by doing so, using flames (whether ordinary flames or sacred flames) to completely purify a city polluted by evil, could they re-establish a new city on its ruins.

At that time, only the most devout paladins could be the firebearers, and the profession would rush to the front line every time the city was liberated, so the death rate was very high, and Marceau also found Fried's sister in the historical record - that is, the six daughters of the Kakaran family, including the agent - all six sisters were also firebearers, and in the end, all five sisters died in battle, but she survived...... Glancing at the fire in his hand, Marceau tightened his hand holding the copper braided ring, then turned his head to look at Anne and Yang and smiled: "Don't be afraid. He said.

Then he took a step forward, and the surging crowd was gone, the streets were dilapidated, the bluestone pavement was covered with silt, the houses on the roadside were destroyed, the walls fell to the side of the road, and the trees withered and died in an instant, the sky was full of black clouds, and people were running from afar with a fire, and farther away, the roar of the undead was approaching.

Marceau stood on the side of the road, watching the steppe elves with fires approaching, watching them look at him in shock, Marceau pointed behind him: "Run, run." ”

They ran past Marceau, and one of the steppe elves turned to look at Marceau, before finally pouting and disappearing into the thickening fog with his companions.

Marceau turned, took a step, and continued to take a step forward.

The ruined streets were as old as ever, the bluestone slabs under the mud were in tatters, Marceau walked past the ruined house, looked at the ghouls in the ruins, and the ghouls were also watching him, and the completely evil cat cub shook his head with the fire, and finally took another step with a silent sigh.

The withered and dead trees became more and more terrifying, the sky was as black as the bottom of a pot that had been used for a long time, and the cats wrestled with the mud among the ruined ruins until the sky shone through the sun.

Raising his head and watching the second and third rays of sunlight shine through the clouds, Marceau turned sideways, looking at the players on the street hugging each other and crying with joy, watching a steppe elf with a flag come over, he looked at Marceau, and gradually smiled: "I saw you, in Valitopol two hundred years ago. ”

Marceau also thought of this steppe elf, who was already a little old—the steppe elf who had fled by the fire, but then looked back at him.

Marceau nodded, he raised the fire, and pulled out a small sprig of charcoal from it, and the fire-bearer behind the steppe elf immediately carefully took the charcoal from Marceau's hand and placed it in the furnace in his hand.

"Lonely flame bearer, I have received your hearth fire, may I ask which family's ...... the flame in your hand" "Kakaran, Kakaran of Waritopol. Marceau's soul voice echoed in his head, and the kitten bowed to his chest and continued on his way with the fire in his hand.

Walking through the burning ruins and the streets strewn with ashes, the city was rebuilt, and Marceau was once again restored to his flesh and blood.

Time was changing, but Marceau's footsteps were still the same, sniffing the food on the streets, listening to the children running past with laughter, and a smile on the kitten's face - this should be the history recorded by the Kakaran family represented by the fire in his hand.

The Grey Age has come, the Grey Age has ended, the old towns have been purified, new towns have been established, and civilization has returned to this plane.

Marceau continued to move forward, the house in front of him went through dilapidation, purification, reconstruction, and began to gradually return to dilapidation, finally, Marceau stood in front of the door, the whole city returned to its original state, and the door of the old house in front of Marceau automatically opened, and the ashes in the middle of it were raised, causing the kitten to sneer several times, and finally the cat covered his mouth and nose, and waited until the dust calmed down, and then walked into the hall, the cat cub looked at the extinguished fireplace, and finally walked over, took out a small piece of carbon from it, and threw it into the fire.

The next moment, the fire was lit and the whole hall was completely renewed, Marceau turned her head and looked at the girl sitting in front of the easel, the kitten walked slowly to her side and looked at the empty canvas: "Can't you think of anything to paint." ”

The steppe elf girl turned her head and looked at Marceau with her withered face, "Why are you still coming?" ”

"I came to you with the flame of your family. Marceau lifted her blindfold, and pure white soul fire rolled in the kitten's eye sockets.

Steppe Elf Maiden...... It must have been Fried, her withered head could not have an expression, but her soul voice was full of anxiety: "Eremia...... My sister, what's wrong with her!"

"She's too old to have any male offspring, and the entire Kakalan family and the Payne family in Waritopol are at the end of their rope, and I'm ...... It is the flame bearer who represents the last glory of the two families. Marceau said solemnly.

"Original...... It was Eremias who chose you, and that's great. Fried sighed, and Marceau glanced at the canvas: "Is it interesting that you look at the canvas all day and don't draw anything?" ”

"When I was young, I wanted to be a painter, so I pestered my grandfather to send me a beautiful easel and canvas...... But until I died, I was not able to touch it, your name is Marceau...... Do you know how to draw?"

"Me?" Marceau pointed to herself.

"Well, can you draw me a ...... Draw something that makes me feel warm. She held herself, her withered body and limbs were covered with burns, and the kitten nodded with some heartache, and he pinned the fire to his waist, then took the brush and paint she had handed him, and then stood on the little chair, and drew a round picture of the girl resembling the sun.

Fried looked at the canvas with some nostalgia: "Yes...... The sun?", she asked, a little uncertain.

"It's the sun, there's nothing wrong with that. Marceau nodded, put down the pen and paint board, Marceau reached out and took Fried's hand: "It's lonely to be alone here, right, that's why I thought of finding and settling them to play, right?" ”

“…… Don't take everybody, don't take Fried...... Stay here alone. There was a little more choking in Fried's voice, and Marceau shook her head: "No, you go with them, leave this hellish place together." ”

"Together?" Fried's voice was full of surprise: "I'm ......" "Me too." Marceau leaned close to Fried's face, and the kitten reached out to caress the scorch marks on her face: "Come with me, I'll take you, and settle them together to leave this gap between time and the void......" Marceau turned around and looked at the headless gentleman standing on the other side of the gate and the head he was carrying.

"Abductor, do you have any last words to say. The head asked, smiling.

Marceau also smiled, handed the fire in his hand to Fried's cat cub and drew his long knife: "This sentence should be said by me, you murderer." (To be continued.) )