Zhang Chao was silent, although such an idea is crazy and paranoid, but I have to say that it is not unreasonable, long-term oppression has made the dark side of people's hearts thicken, and there is no cause and no effect. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He began to hesitate and began to reflect on whether what he was doing was the right thing to do.

As if seeing through the hesitation in Zhang Chao's eyes, the barbarian youth's eyes lit up, and he immediately realized that this was his only chance of life, so he shouted: "If you really want to uphold justice, kill all those Shurima people, only if they die, there will never be a war in this world." ”

However, as soon as he said this, Zhang Chao's expression froze, and he raised his head and seriously looked at this barbarian young man with a hopeful face, a gray-brown thick beard, slightly curly long hair, and exquisite chain mail.

"Shut up, you're not qualified to talk about justice. ”

A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes: "I'm not defending justice, there are thousands of injustices in the world, I can never manage them one by one, and I can't manage them, I just need to take care of what I see." ”

"If you want to blame you, you can only blame your own bad luck, I didn't see the tragedies you said in the past, I only saw you, so you better die. ”

In the end, he cut off his head in the horrified gaze of this barbarian youth, and he probably wouldn't understand why Zhang Chao would kill him until he died, and he used this unknown excuse just when he had just given birth to a glimmer of hope.

In fact, the explanation given by Zhang Chao is what he thinks in his heart.

If you see it, you can't sit idly by, it doesn't matter what is right or wrong.

Even if the simplest reason of "Lao Tzu is unhappy with you" is used to explain his behavior, he thinks there is nothing wrong with it.

Sometimes, the strong don't need to judge right and wrong at all, and at his level, he can destroy a city with a flip of his hands, but he still has to talk crookedly with ordinary people, and pay attention to the rules of mortals, which is extremely stupid in every aspect.

The strong are happy, many times, the rules can only bind mortals, and the same is true for a reasonable truth, and for the strong, if you can't be reasonable, then it's unreasonable, that's all.

Leaving the province of Atrebat, he began to continue to travel, walking throughout the empire, the world he saw began to become gray, too many lives withered and numbed him, and his vision gradually rose from the most primitive and simple "man".

He began to learn to look down on all of this, to see them as cold numbers in the history books, to isolate himself from the world, to look at it all from a god-like perspective.

This is not a kind of cruelty, nor is it a kind of ruthlessness, but a kind of self-protection, and if those leaders cannot be as calm as water when dealing with earthquake relief, it will be a kind of cruelty to many more people.

It wasn't until three months later, when the system prompted him that the task was completed, that he was relieved, he felt that the scenes he had recorded should not be buried, and he wanted to let the people in his country and his world see it.

Look at what the nature of war is, how tragic the world is, and how terrible and tragic these scenes should not be made public, but they really happened in history.

He began to take seriously the Coming of Shurima movie, which he had originally seen as a game, and he felt that it was no longer just a movie, but that he carried a lot of deeper things.

Perhaps many countries would not want such a brutal, bloody and real scene to appear in the cinema, but he believes that he can do it, and he will do it.

He stood on the reef, the icy waters of the sea rushing towards him, and he was now in Freljord, which was also undergoing a great upheaval, almost at the same time as the fall of the Imperial City of Shurima.

It was started by Avarosa, a war waged by Serelda, one of the Frost Sisters, against Lisandro and her clan, who were loyal to the Frost Guard.

The war engulfed the whole of Freljord, and they should have had a chance to go south to unify the world, but the two sisters, obsessed with the pursuit of freedom and glory, stubbornly lit the flames.

Perhaps they were right, the Frost Guardians were filthy and evil, at least in terms of their strength, and even if they hadn't started their own plot now, they wouldn't.

But for the tribes who live at the bottom and give their lives for it, or for the slaughter of the rebels and the ruins, they are wrong, and too many people have died.

Aion led thousands of tribal warriors on a voyage to escape the war, only to survive only a handful of them, and he was only a tiny microcosm of the era.

The idea that people with ambitions or lofty ideals in history have always driven those innocent lives to give their lives for their beliefs and ideals is selfish, but it says something.

The external strength is indeed very powerful, but sometimes, the inner strength is the real strength, and having a heart that is not easily bewitched by others, firm and not shaken by external objects, this is the real strength.

The time-travelers depicted in the novel are powerful, but they are human beings, ordinary mortals, and even though they have all kinds of golden fingers and accomplish great achievements, in fact, their essence is still just ordinary mortals.

In the past, Zhang Chao sometimes fell into self-doubt and useless guilt, but now, he believes that he can't, and his heart is getting stronger and stronger, which is a legendary will and an indestructible faith.

He plunged into the icy water, like a swimming fish, and he let the sea carry him away, and the cold current went south, so he went south along the coast, and finally stopped at the edge of a snowy field.

The sea washed him up onto solid ice, on which he lay and pondered what he had been through in life, perhaps because he had achieved too quickly and climbed so fast that he sometimes overlooked something he should have noticed.

And these are the freedoms he has been seeking.

He got up, his eyes swept away, and a swimming fish jumped out of the water, the flames rose between his fingers, and the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar were intertwined, and after a while, the aroma was already fragrant.

He ate the grilled fish, and in the freezing cold, he came to a border post at the junction of Shurima and Freljord, which was deserted, except for the snow-covered houses and the cold of the dead forest.

He stayed here for a day, and after a day, he stood at the top of the outpost, with a flag belonging to the Freljord Empire blaring in the cold wind.

He took a long breath, cleared his throat, and sang.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered

Life is rare to get together, only parting more

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green

Ask you when you will go, and don't linger when you come

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered

A pot of turbidity sprinkled with all the joy, don't dream cold tonight. ”

This is an old song, intended to say goodbye, Zhang Chao knows very well what he is saying goodbye to, not to say goodbye to Azir, not to bid farewell to Grand Duke Rhodes, not to say goodbye to people like Senmuth.

What he wants to say goodbye to is his past self.

"Goodbye, Shurima. ”

"Goodbye, Freljord. ”

Silently smoked a box of cigarettes in the outpost, sticking the cigarette butt into the layers of snow above the wooden outpost.

Zhang Chao rose against the wind, like a bird, rushing into the sky.

Now he no longer needs the assistance of any equipment, and he no longer needs to take on the form of a dragon to easily fly quickly for a long time.

He left an aura on Senmut's body, so it didn't take long for him to find Senmut, who had just gone to sea, and they were on a three-masted ship, and Shurima's ships were not suitable for long-distance sailing, so this ship was actually a sea ship from the Duchy of Apollonia adjacent to Acacia in the east of Shurima.

Seeing Zhang Chao, Senmut became more and more surprised, but as the chatting deepened, Senmut finally smiled bitterly: "Your Excellency, I saw that the entire Shurima collapsed in an instant. ”

Zhang Chao nodded: "What about the little lion?"

As soon as Senmut was about to speak, he heard a soft sound from the cabin, and suddenly a fluffy white lion cub jumped up like lightning and rushed into Zhang Chao's arms.

"Do you want to go back to Ionia with us?" the little lion raised his head, very happy, it had already understood that both Zhang Chao and Senmut were good people to be trusted.

Zhang Chao shook his head and refused, but touched the little lion's head very softly, and instructed: "Take care of yourself and live well, Senmut is a person you can trust, you have to support each other." ”

He turned his head again and said to Senmut, "You also use a sword, right?"

Senmut nodded, suddenly realizing something, and his lips trembled slightly: "Yes...... But not great. ”

Zhang Chao said softly: "Do me a favor, I will pass on the Wind Resisting Sword Technique to you." ”

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Three days later, Zhang Chao left, and from then on, Ionia had its first sword gym, and its name was - Wind!