"Dude. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info you can really do it, can you teach me? Seeing this, Noyachenko immediately ran to the side of the shadow; slapped the man in black on the shoulder, and asked like two brothers.

"Are you-? Only then did he realize that he didn't know the name of the elven man in front of him, so he turned his head and asked.

"Shadow! Ignore this pedophile, abductor, frivolous guy who always looks down on people and has no words! "Croix saw Noyachenko's frivolous demeanor, flamboyant movements, and a pleasant expression; I couldn't help but feel nauseous, stepped forward, and reminded loudly of dissatisfaction.

"What?" After hearing a few sensitive words, Shadow couldn't help but widen his eyes and began to look up and down the blonde elven man in front of him with his gaze.

"Sister Croix! I know that this is the biggest, most serious, most regrettable, and unforgivable mistake I have ever made in my life! However, you also know that everything I have done is the most sincere feeling from the heart! - Besides! - Actually, I didn't do anything! ――”

Noyachenko snapped and fell to one knee with his hands over his eyes.

"You guy dare to quibble! After doing that kind of thing, do you dare to say that you haven't done anything!? The most sincere feelings from the heart, I think it is the most real color heart from the heart, right? Seeing this, Croqin continued to count Noyachenko unmoved.

"So I'm now! Right now! -- I'm atoning for my sins with practical actions! -- I am in the presence of God every day, and I repent of this matter! Noyachenko continued to get down on one knee and began to sob with tears streaming down her face; At the same time, he opened the two fingers on his right palm slightly, and peeked out from time to time through the gap between his fingers.

"Still, it's too late for you to regret it. The reason why it has become like this is not your fault alone, and I also have an unshirkable responsibility. The most important thing at the moment is how to remedy it next. That's where your help comes in. Stand up. Seeing Noyachenko's grief-stricken look, Croqin couldn't bear to enlighten the other party.

"Great! Sister Croix! You mean, have you forgiven me? As soon as Noyachenko heard this, he jumped up with joy, and his repentance suddenly vanished, and he asked excitedly. It turned out that the tears on his face were all conjured by this guy with the elven spells he was good at, and the so-called sobbing was also pretending.

"You--..." Seeing Noyachenko's nonchalant attitude, Croqin gritted his teeth and turned his back in anger, ignoring this guy no longer and not knowing what to say.

"Excuse me. About..."Seeing this, the shadow standing near them couldn't help but interject slowly.

"If you have anything to say, please say it quickly! I have nothing more to say to this guy! Most of the words were still in his mouth, and he hadn't spoken yet. Croix took his urging from his words.

"Sister Croix. Are you still unwilling to forgive me? Seeing this, Noyachenko repeated the same trick, raised his hands with a look of loss, covered his eyes, and prepared to pretend to cry again.

"Shut up!-" Croix shouted loudly with her hands on her hips and without even glancing at the fellow.

"To those who died in battle. We have an obligation to give them rest. Can you help me bury their remains? Shadow opened his mouth to break the silence for a moment, proposing.

"Does that include Merdoc? He's our enemy, and he's gone. When Croqin heard this, he suddenly thought of a question and asked a question.

"Of course! In fact, his nature is not vicious. Even if he was born a demon. Nor can we be indifferent to the loss of a living life. What's more, he is also a fierce rival who has driven him into a desperate situation several times.

Therefore, it is a matter of course for him to be given rest. All souls should have a destiny of their own, whether that destiny is heaven or hell. Shadow strode up at the infinitely deep and vast blue sky, and replied with great feelings.

"I see." Croix nodded in agreement. So, without saying a word, the elven swordswoman, the Shadow, and Noyachenko found a place on the bank of the Joseph River with verdant grass and shaded by green trees.

The three of them buried the white bones collected near the riverbank into the pits dug in the grass; Then the pit was filled with earth and piled up into small hills; Finally, a tombstone made of a tree trunk was inserted into the mountain bag and the name of the deceased was engraved.

"Brothers, I'm really sorry. There are no other materials at hand, so we can only use wood as your tombstone first. When I return to Yamaha, I will come back and replace you with a new monument with the best stones. Noyachenko took off his wide-brimmed hat, held it in his hand, and bowed deeply to his fallen men.

"The spirit of the sacred tree, the body of all things. Please bring this place back to life...", Croce picked a number of wild flowers from the nearby grass and scattered them on the mound of earth at the grave, reciting a spell. -- Green Biology. Clusters of lush grass then grew on the grave. As soon as the wildflowers she had sown spread to the grass at the grave, they took root.

"Rest in peace. Your legacy will be passed down from generation to generation like this verdant flower, and will never fade. Croix thought silently in her heart.

"Merdock. I know that you and I have a lot in common. Maybe you're just one step ahead of me right now. I can understand the hardships of walking on this road to hell and no return. This tomb contains the bones of your horses. You didn't leave any bones behind.

So, allow me to take the liberty of making it your grave. This bouquet of flowers represents my admiration for your dedication to your battle. "Shadow planted a wooden tombstone next to the highest grave, and carved Merdoch's name; He presented a bouquet of colorful flowers made of five different colors of yellow, green, blue, red, and brown.

"O dark and deep waters of the River Styx! -- Over the centuries, you have witnessed the fall of heroes, the separation of life and death, the impermanence of calamity, and the advent of fate. The old, the sick, the crippled, will fade away with time. Those who are unfortunate, those who are stranded, those who kill themselves, will die with fate.

Only those who are young, strong, and optimistic, will fall in the entangled struggle between humanity and profit, on the slaughterhouse of war, and close their eyes forever. I beseech you that they may hear this song on their journey to heaven and to hell..."

Noyachenko leaned against the trunk of an ancient tree next to the grave, and poetically chanted poetry and expressed his feelings. After speaking, he took out a delicate and small harmonica from his coat pocket and closed his eyes; He brought the harmonica to his mouth and began to play it with affection.

An elegant, poignant melody flutters in the wind above the tombs. On the lush verdant greenery on the banks of the Joseph River, beautiful flowers bloomed one after another. The whole "cemetery" was transformed into a beautiful garden in a short time.

"Noyachenko. What kind of song are you playing, with such a beautiful melody? As soon as the song was over, Croce approached and asked the blond-haired elven man.

"It's just a love song! First of all, this thorny black rose is a gift I give to Sister Croix, please be sure to accept it! Seeing this, Noyachenko thought that he was a great opportunity now, and he could not easily miss it.

So, he abruptly knelt on one knee like a marriage proposal, and held a large bundle of thorny black roses high with his hands as if by magic, and handed it to the elven female swordsman; At the same time, he closed his eyes in a fit of self-delicacy and replied.

"Why did you offer Su a seven-colored flower, but a black rose to me?" When Croqin heard this, she couldn't help frowning slightly, forcibly enduring the unpleasant feeling in her heart; The face barely maintained a smiling expression and continued to ask.

"Because, Sister Su is so mysterious, like a seven-colored flower, it is inscrutable. And you, the sister of the black elves, are like this black rose with thorns, which I love and fear. Noyachenko continued to close his eyes, and his face gradually revealed an expression that was becoming more and more obscene, almost oblivious to intoxication.

"And what about Yukiyo? Croix asked again suddenly.

"Light blue lilies, of course! Simple, fresh, lovely..."Noyachenko, who was completely lost in his fantasies, replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Shameless!" With a roar, accompanied by a crisp and crisp sound. Syllable! An incomparably shining slap followed, and it landed heavily on the wall-thick face of the blonde elven man; It was just like being bitten by a mosquito, and half of his face immediately became red and swollen.

"I think I've said something wrong that shouldn't have been said?" The thorny black rose immediately fell from Noyachenko's hand onto the mudflats on the riverbank. After a while, the blonde-haired elven man came to his senses and opened his eyes; Touching his swollen face with his palm, he muttered to himself.

Soon after, Sue and her apprentices returned to the First Army, a stronghold near the Joseph River.

"Merdoch sacrificed. Spies found his grave on the banks of the Joseph River, as well as traces of a terrible battle. Argyrisse walked over to Sue's side and gave a report.

"He failed after all." When Su heard this, he couldn't help but sigh.