If the definition of a hero is to never compromise in the face of darkness, always stand on the side of light, and then fight against all evil, you think you can be called a hero now.

Although the hero dies relatively quickly in the Shadows—you shake your head, trying to banish the unlucky thought out of your mind. The angry voices of the drows can be heard around you, and the footsteps of spiders echo in your ears. You smile softly and glance back at your pet, both of whom have a slight hint of smugness in their eyes.

Well, maybe you shouldn't say that the boy is your pet.

It's your lover who is right.

It's been a while since the Wind was captured by the Drow and you brought it back, and instead of fleeing to other regions, you've been hiding in the city of Drow. Because you once lived in the neighborhood, you quickly found a suitable hiding place.

Your target is the slaves you sold to the Drows, your lover's companions.

As I said before, you think you're a hero now, because by all accounts, Drow is one of the evil people - they are dark, demonic, and use a spider-like voice to plot one plot after another in the dungeon, so it should be called justice to do it yourself, right?!

You don't blush at all.

The reason why you did this was because before you left, the sad wind asked you to take your companions with you. You sold the paladin and mage to Drow, and it's up to you to get them back—said Sadwind.

You revive an emaciated paladin from a drow mistress's bed, and though the glow of anger erupted in his withered eyes when he saw you, the glow faded in your silent gaze and replaced it with a flattering look. Drow's darkness and evil are always beyond the imagination of the world, and even pious paladins will bow to evil under this darkness.

The paladin was visibly surprised when he saw the sad wind, but his thirsty throat didn't make him say anything, just sat silently beside the sound of the sad wind. The huge white wolf rubbed the paladin with his body, but was greeted by a disgusted gaze, and the white wolf whimpered and lowered his head unwillingly.

Your lover knows that he is resentful of himself. Only Sad Wind didn't seem to be tortured, on the contrary, he wanted to be with you while Sad Wind was still with him, the half-dragon who had killed their team like this.

You pout, very incomprehensible to this feeling.

In the world of the half-dragons, hatred is superfluous, and mutual use is the truth of the dark region, just like your people expelled you from the lair, you will not resent them, after all, it is your own death. If you take revenge with a grudge in the dungeon, it is obvious that there will not be even a grave of grass left. This kind of drama in which the former enemy is now a lifesaver is not uncommon in the dark region.

"You two take it here first, and I'll go and get that female mage back."

When you say this, you turn into a shadow and leave.

Even though you're a warrior, that doesn't stop you from sneaking in, and the enraged Drow Mistress sends a large number of warriors and mages to search the area, and they would never have imagined that the prisoner they were chasing would come back like this.

In a family quarter, where the male drow lived, you dragged the female mage out of the filthy basement, and if it weren't for the glimmer of light from the glittering blond hair, you wouldn't have been able to tell from the pile of clutter that there was a living person.

"Hey, you!"

The female mage grabs you by the collar, unexpectedly, compared to the paladin who has been tortured by the master mother with all kinds of tricks, the female mage's physical strength is more sufficient, her originally pretty face is now hideous like a devil, and red blood flows from the corners of her eyes.

"It's you! You are the one who caused us like this! You brute! Devil! ”

"I guess you're more of a devil than I am."

"You...... What are you doing here? Did you come here to taunt me! And Andorra, where is he in Andorra and how is he! ”

The female mage, who was still glaring at you at first, suddenly panicked at the mention of the paladin's name, and repeatedly asked you about the paladin's situation.

You were silent for a moment, and laid out all the circumstances, including the things about you and the sad wind, and the things about the paladins who were now huddled in the corner. When she heard that the paladin was still alive, the mage breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand that was clutching your collar unconsciously let go, and fell to the ground like an abandoned piece of garbage.

"It's good to be alive, to be alive, my dear Andorra......"

You look at the female mage lying on the ground, and suddenly you don't understand her.

"Aren't you supposed to resent me?" Although in the dark realms, resentment only brings destruction.

"Yes, I did hate you before that, but you saved Andorra." The expression on the female mage's face suddenly softened: "Then, I don't hate you so much." ”

What a strange idea.

What a strange human being.

It's like you don't understand the starry sky in the sky, you are not very familiar with this feeling, you just vaguely feel that it is somewhat similar to your love for the sad wind. The female mage noticed your confused expression and smiled and said, "What's the matter, Evil Dragon, why do you have such an expression?" ”

"I just don't understand your emotions. You know, I'm a half-dragon, and I'm different from humans after all. ”

"It's love."

"Love?"

Is love like this? You are a little dazed, shouldn't love be caring, hand in hand with the two of you, forever together? No matter how you look at it, there are already such and such female mages who can't be with paladins anymore, and if something like this happens to you, you must be crazy, and you can't stand to never be with Sadwind.

"Yes, dragon, it looks like something happened to you and the little druid, but you still don't know love."

"Love is tolerance, love is understanding, love is holding hands with loved ones in the sunset; Love is companionship, love is giving, love is silently guarding the lover's side; Love is sacrifice, love is dedication, love is to let go of the hand of the person who loves you when necessary......" As he spoke, he found that he didn't know when, the female mage suddenly lost his voice, and you looked over carefully, and found that clear tears replaced blood tears pouring out of the female mage's eyes.

She could never return to her lover's side again.

You suddenly feel a little ashamed, and you stand by with your hands rubbed together, not knowing what to do or what to say.

"Evil dragon, do you understand love?"

She asks you suddenly.

"Love? I guess I like sad winds. "Every time you're with Sadness, you always feel very comfortable - in every sense. Coupled with what happened to the two of them before, when you go to the doctor with a sad wind, that relationship has been sublimated into love.

"No, that's not love, that's your dependence."

The female mage's eyes are fixed on you, making you feel like you're being targeted by a dragon.

"You are dependent on him, what you like is nothing more than the beauty of the ground described by the sad wind, and all you rely on is what you have left that you have lost because your people have driven you out of the lair."

"Your feelings for Sadness are definitely not love, but dependence. You are afraid, dragon, you are afraid that the sad wind will leave you, and the only thing you have left in this dark region at that time is also your yearning for beauty. Like a sad monster, yearning for the light......"

"What do you want to say, woman."

You keep your head down and close your eyes.

The female mage smiled bitterly: "Andorra is still alive, I am relieved, with his character...... The two of us will only come to an end in the future, but the sad wind is different, he is still saved, I don't know if he told you about his life on the ground, before he came down, there was a druid girl......"

She didn't say the rest of the words, because the anger in your eyes had already torn the mage's neck apart, and the last thing you saw in her eyes was a touch of gratitude and a request?!

What the hell is this woman thinking!

No, it's not.

You reacted. The female mage said those words just to provoke you and then ask you to kill her so she didn't have to go back to see the paladin, and then the two of them sat awkwardly together, she knew the character of that paladin! Absolutely! In this case, when I go back, I will definitely tell them that I haven't found the female mage, and I must not let the sad wind know about killing the female mage, in this case......

In this way, the female mage will be able to leave the most beautiful image in the mind of the paladin. He doesn't have to face his lover in pain, and the female mage can be freed from that pain.

Because of anger, your mind spins faster than any other time, and you come out with this dumb conclusion.

Looking at the female mage covered in filth but with a serene face, you finally sighed.

You suddenly feel.

You probably don't really know much about humans.

It turned out as you imagined, and when you returned to your hiding place, you told Stormy Wind and the Paladins that you didn't find the mage and that you might have been killed. You see the paladin still huddled in the corner, the news of the death of his loved one doesn't make his heart fluctuate at all, like a puppet, the paladin is sitting in the corner.

"I'm sorry."

You go to the corner, think about it, and finally whisper something like this.

"Failed to bring your lover back."

"Dragon, do you know what love is?"

To your surprise, the paladin actually spoke back to you, and his hoarse voice exuded a voice like the wind in the Nine Hells.

“…… Love is tolerance, love is understanding, love is holding hands with loved ones in the sunset; Love is companionship, love is giving, love is silently guarding the lover's side; Love is sacrifice, love is dedication, and love is letting go of the hand of the person who loves you when necessary. "You hesitate for a moment, and finally say the answer that the mage told you.

The paladin's eyes twitch as he slowly looks at you.

Then, two lines of tears flowed from his eyes.

"Elsa......"

The Paladin, known as Andorra, cried like a child at this moment.

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PS: Continue to write a tragic love story...... See how much I can pull.

PS2: How do you feel heavier and heavier the more you write, is it my delusion?