In the quiet valley, under the first rays of morning light, in front of the new students, Anna Gu stood on the white stone staircase, turned and pushed open the door of Valhalla. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Something seemed to blow out of the door, shaking Anna Anna's black robes, and then gently caressing the young minds of the freshmen. Cool, like a stream in the forest in autumn, washing away the restlessness in the square, the restlessness brought by the stacks of illusion evidence around Anna Gu.

Anna Gu waved her hand, and the freshmen in black school robes lined up in two lines and followed her into the hall in turn.

Merlin walked in the queue on the right, in front of him was Tilna, who was much taller than him, and behind him should be Eminor, he was not sure, because he didn't look back, the line was not moving fast, but it kept moving, and the boy shortened his pace slightly, following the rhythm of the group.

And as Merlin stepped through the door, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and the young man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found that his companions around him were nowhere to be seen, and when he looked up again, he found that he was in a long corridor at this time.

With no one left or right, he stepped forward.

On both sides of the corridor there are changing scrolls, which are so large that they fill the walls on both sides of the corridor, and at a glance, they look like changing murals.

The scroll depicts scenes of war, which look very tragic, with cracked land, charred forests, corpses everywhere, and ruined fortresses. On one side of the war are the coalition forces of the Race of Order, all of whom are dressed in gold-patterned armor, and on the other side are countless pale and hideous "beasts".

The "beasts" looked nothing like the mountain beasts that Morin was familiar with, they were huge, their limbs twisted and ugly, like the unspeakable nightmares of the darkest nightmares.

Merlin vaguely felt that these pale beasts were somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them.

He moved slowly, the scrolls on both sides of the corridor were nearing the end, but the war it depicted still seemed to have no end, there was always a steady stream of armies on both sides, I don't know how many soldiers fell on the battlefield, I don't know how many years have passed, those bones that have not been recovered have turned to dust, but the war continues.

Perhaps there will never be an end to this war, Maureen thought.

After the scroll ended, a row of sculptures appeared on both sides of the corridor, all of them were teenagers about the same age as Morin, wearing the robes of the Iluvita Academy, their lifelike faces raised slightly, and their focused eyes converged in front of them, as if they were staring at Morin.

The lines of those sculptures are so smooth, whether it is the robe, the skin, or the watery eyes, it is as if they are living people.

With an inscription carved in front of the sculpture, Maureen paused in front of a sculpture of a young boy and began to read silently.

Lancelot Fell, born in 774 of the Fourth Age, from the Raven Territory of the Gesok Empire, enrolled in school in 786, swore to become a professional in 788, enlisted in the army in 820, and died in September of the same year in the western frontier of the Meath Forest at the age of forty-seven.

And as Merlin finished reading this inscription, an unfamiliar young voice sounded in his ears:

"I, Lancelot Fell, hereby swear that I am willing to be a professional, that I am willing to bear the ancient and noble responsibility, and that I will take it as the glory of my life, that I will guard the flame of civilization with my life, and that I will guard the frontiers of order with my flesh and blood......"

This was the voice of the senior named Lancelot, who had taken the oath at the beginning, Merlin thought.

This year is the year of the stars, the 850th year of the Quaternary Age, more than 70 years have passed, and Lancelot's predecessors have already died, and I don't know where he is sleeping, but the oath he made when he was young, the young voice, still echoes here, so loud and firm, just like a goshawk flying in the clouds with straight wings piercing the sky.

Maureen felt his nose a little sour.

Further on, is a sculpture of a girl.

The girl was very beautiful, with big eyes, two braids, and a book around her arms, and looked at Maureen in a daze.

Celi Venning, born in 655 of the Fourth Age, from Sororumi, enrolled in 667, swore to become a professional in 669, joined the Northern Garrison Corps after graduation, and died at the age of 59 in the blizzard that swept through the entire northern Xinjiang in the cold winter of 714.

"I, Celie Venning, swear that I am willing to be a professional......"

The girl's voice taking the oath was a little soft, and compared to the boy's voice before, there may have been a little hesitation, and her beautiful eyes were not so resolute, but she still chose to join the Northern Frontier Army after graduation......

If her sudden blizzard hadn't taken her life, then by now, she should have called her Grandma, Morin thought stunned.

Those who can be admitted to the Illuvita Academy of Magic are undoubtedly geniuses among geniuses, and when they graduate, they have at least reached the strength of high-level (seventh-order and above) professionals, and if there is no accident, maybe when they are two hundred years old, they still look young.

Perhaps, it's better to call Auntie? After all, not everyone cares about seniority as much as Teacher Ed.

Imagining the girl's face as she grew up, Morin smiled slightly, took a deep breath, and then blinked her eyes vigorously with her head tilted.

With no end in sight, he took some difficult steps and continued to walk.

"I, Rebecca Carr, hereby swear that I am willing to be a professional......"

"I, Jeffrey Manson, swear that I am willing to be a professional......"

"I, Ted Asir, swear ...... oath"

"I, Iona Kolais,......"

"I, Erin Horst,......"

"I ,......"

……

The earliest sculptures have been traced back to the last era, the most recent sculptures have only been ten years old, and the oldest of them died when they died, the oldest was more than 300 years old, and the youngest had just turned 10, that is, he had just graduated from the academy, joined the army directly, and died in the battle against chaos the following year.

Maureen could no longer remember how many statues he had walked past or how many voices he had heard.

Each voice was so clear, so real, as if they were right in front of Maureen at this moment, saying their vows one by one, and even from these voices, they could hear their mood at that time, those young boys and girls were excited, or joyful, or fearless, or hesitant, or apprehensive to say this vow, through a long or short time, finally heard by Maureen.

"I am willing to take on the ancient and noble responsibility and make it the glory that I have pursued all my life. ”

Obviously, so many years have passed, and it is clear that these seniors have long been asleep, why those moments are still here, frozen here, why those voices are still echoing here, lingering here, just like the wind from the past, blowing all the time, forever.

Obviously not, Mo Lin thought a little sadly.

Obviously, you can join the academy, you can join the firm, you can be a mechanic, so many options, even if you join the army, there are so many troops who maintain law and order in the rear, obviously you don't need it.

Even if you become a professional and bear the responsibilities of a professional, you can also do it by handing in the crystal card, obviously you don't have to go to the front line, you don't have to face such dangers, you don't have to sacrifice.

Then Maureen heard a voice.

But someone has to stand up, the voice said.

Someone will always stand up.

The young man's heart trembled, and more and more voices sounded in his ears, someone must stand up, someone will always stand up.

Morin couldn't help but bow his head and stop. He took a deep breath and walked back on.

The voices gradually turned into a whispered ballad in the young man's ears, and Morin could no longer make out the words of the ballad, but surrounded by the whispered ballad, his steps grew firmer and firmer, and the gaze in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Morin knew that this ballad had left a mark on his heart, or rather, it was integrated with him, and the voices of these countless predecessors became his voice from then on, and the oath of these countless predecessors became his oath from then on.

"I am willing to take on the ancient and noble responsibility and make it the glory that I have pursued all my life. ”

Fearless, unpretentious.

The promenade came to an end at the boy's feet.