Laying the long stone slabs of the street onto the breastwork in front of the defensive line, Marceau noticed that there were people huddled not far away, and out of curiosity, he walked over, pushed away the big men who were watching the excitement, and saw the weeping pointed ears of the crowd, and in her arms there was no love Marceau had imagined, only a stabbed sword full of rust.

"Here's what's going on. Marceau glanced at one of the squadron leaders of the Blood Debt Warband who had crowded around him.

"It's a native, she has a lover, a member of the square ear over there, and when the New Edenians rushed up the southern passage, he and some of the people stayed behind to stop the New Eden...... When we returned, we were unable to find their bodies. The squadron leader sighed: "Your Excellency Marceau, we have seen too many such things. ”

"I know. Marceau nodded,

This kind of thing, no matter who has seen it too much, the invasion of the New Edenians has brought too much pain to this continent, even if the owner of the sword can enter this world again, but it is no longer a person, and the story of him and her can be continued...... Today's death will bring great pain to this aboriginal girl, no one knows.

"Don't be afraid, Mamarta, your Aita will be back. At last a square-eared girl squeezed in, and she crouched down beside the aboriginal and began to comfort her.

Marceau sighed, and the kitten cub, who was about to leave, took two steps, noticing a pointy-eared steppe elf looking at her, as if she wanted to say something.

Stopping, Marceau simply beckoned to him - he recognized the steppe elf with pointed ears, this is the local steppe elf aboriginal - although the humans and the steppe elves were nervous because of the previous war, but in the face of the great rights and wrongs of the New Eden invasion, these steppe elves born in Ashubi eventually returned to their homeland, and this pointy ear was one of them.

"Your Excellency...... I'm a friend of Mamarta, and you say, will Aita really pass through the crystal wall system and come to Mamarta's face again? ”

He asked, but his eyes were full of sorrow, and he looked at Mamarta from time to time.

Marceau nodded, he didn't know the pointed ears, and he didn't know what he had to do with that Mamarta, and Aita.

“…… That's good, I thought this death would take a heavy toll on his soul, and maybe it would affect his next pass. "There seems to be some regret about this pointed ear.

Yes, in the world, there are always too many regrets and too few perfections.

Marceau patted him on the shoulder: "Do you like Mamarta?" ”

The young pointy ear froze for a moment, then looked around to make sure no one noticed it, then pursed his mouth, and finally walked away without saying a word.

Marceau sighed in his heart, but just like the catcub's creed, it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish, if this pointed ear thinks that it is good to be able to look at her from afar, then the kitten will not stand out for others, but there is a good saying - licking the dog will eventually have nothing.

Returning to the defensive line, Marceau joined the construction work, and at the same time, he noticed the banner of the New Edenians at the visible end of the plain to the south.

"We're guests!" On the watchtower that had just been built, there was the alarm of Jiuye.

"Let them come! We'll give them a warm welcome!" one player laughed loudly.

Marceau laid the last of the long stones and sat down on the side of the ammo boxes, which had already been distributed, and were now used as seats.

"Lord Marceau. A girl's voice made Marceau turn her head, and he saw the pointed ear, and Mamarta and another girl beside him.

Seeing Marceau talking, the girl spoke: "Your Excellency, I have something I want to ask you. ”

"You're ......" Marceau thought the man was about the same as her companion in appearance, but ...... There seems to be a difference in age.

"The old man is the elder of Mamarta and Kamdodo, and the old man has a question, that is, how long do you think the invasion of New Eden will last? ”

Marceau was silent, and then smiled a little awkwardly: "Madam, I really can't answer this question, because it's like not long after the gray age comes, you ask the people of that era, ask them how long the gray age can last." ”

“…… Well, you mean they can create more despair, right? The lady's face was a little gray.

"Yes, they will create more despair, more life and death, and more ...... death" Speaking of this, Marceau laughed: "And we, Madam, we are here to stop them from doing this, death is not terrible, it is terrible to face death and learn to retreat, Madam, no one in this world will be able to get rid of the shadow of death because of fear of death, this is the end of every living person, what we have to do is to let each of us not have to work overtime under the banner of New Eden after death." ”

The old lady smiled a little heartily, enough laughter, she nodded: "Yes, I think the kitten is really interesting, thank you for the answer you gave us, I will take care of this junior of mine......" She stretched out her hand and patted Mamarta's head: "Until Mr. Aita once again passes through the barrier that mortals can't cross." ”

"He'll be back, don't worry, madam, your junior is very lovely, and loves him so much, as long as he is a man, he will definitely come back to her." Marceau could see that this aboriginal girl was really moved by mortal hearts, and the Aita in her eyes also made the choice that a man should make at the most dangerous time.

What a beautiful love, if there was no invasion of New Eden, there would not be so much right and wrong between him and her.

It's a pity that the good days are too short, the painful days are too long, and in Marceau's memory, the New Eden has destroyed too much beauty.

"Their striker is eight hundred yards away from us!" Jiuye's warning made Marceau decide to end the conversation, he stood up, walked up to Mamarta, stretched out his hand and patted her on the shoulder: "Have faith in yourself, wait for your one to come back, and give him another warm hug." ”

The girl smiled and nodded, "I'm happy to hear that Aita will be back, so I'll do my best." ”

Seeing the companion leave, Marceau took the musket handed over by Yuan, the cat girl had been watching all this from the beginning, and at this time she could finally speak, so she couldn't wait to speak: "That sharp-eared aboriginal boy named Kamduoduo seems to really care about the aboriginal girl named Mamarta. ”

But he certainly didn't know there was a proverb. Marceau checked the musket in his hand.

That proverb has been around among players for a long time.

Unspeakable love will eventually die without a place to be buried.