It turns out that half-dragon people can also cry.

In a trance, you only think about this.

Big tears welled up in your eyes and fell on the corpse of your lover. Just like the white and smooth hair that was blown by the wind before he was alive, the warm corpse is as if he is still alive, but those closed eyes give you the deepest blow.

The sad wind is dead.

Like countless deaths you've seen.

Stiff, gradually becoming cold pieces of flesh, his soul was no longer there.

Wait a minute, soul......

You think about it. After death, the soul does not remain in the body, and those who have faith will rise to the kingdom of God, wander in the infinite abyss and the nine hells for the evildoers, or flow to other planes. All in all, as long as they are not torn apart by some evil devil or reborn into an unrelated life through a pool of blood, it is still possible to save the dead.

But that's not something your little legend can do. What's more, you've never sat down to mark the soul of Sorrowful Wind, and you can't even find out where exactly he went. Except for the arcanists of the ancient Arcane Empire who could compete with the gods, only the real gods remained.

You look at the other side of the mountain, and that's the city of spirits. The god of the Spirit Sucking Monster has never existed, and that evil guy only cares about other people's brains. You think about another point, why did the Spirit Suck Monster and Drow team up? You must know that any city that sucks monsters will not be afraid of Drow, and there is even a sacrifice just now, unless ......

Rose ...... Ms. Rose! It must be Ms. Rose! ”

You bow your head, bury your face in the white wolf's arms, and chant Lady Spider's name in a somewhat muffled voice. It was Drow's protector, the goddess of evil, and the spider's footsteps never ceased in fear and ears.

The guy who was usually dark-skinned appeared in front of you again, and a pleasant smile appeared on his face.

"Looks like we've won this time."

At the moment when Sorrowful Wind died, you had lost all ability to resist, and you were like a helpless child holding Sorrowful Wind's corpse and crying, no one could have imagined that you were still a crazy warrior before that. The fleeing Drow priests surround you, whispering and looking at you with mocking eyes. The strange drow bent down and said something to one of the noble-looking priests, who nodded. Then the unthinkable happened, and the swarthy and beautiful Drow collapsed to the ground like a melted candy, his body turning into a puddle of tall muddy creatures, and the red tentacles opened an eye.

It was a wax melter, the messenger of Drow, someone you would never have wanted to meet half a minute ago, but now, you were ecstatic about it. The wax melter slowly closed its eyes, and in its place a divine light emerged from its body, and Rose used her divine power to descend a doppelganger on its body.

Magnificent and bright, but it always reveals the voice of evil and demonic gods.

"What's your name?" The gods have lowered their will and spoken to you with interest.

I'm afraid that even with the vast will of that evil god, I never thought that there would be a half-dragon like you in the dark region, and I have to say that you did arouse Rose's interest.

"Dear Queen Spider. As you can see, my name is Sadwind. "This is the last thing that Grief left you, the name you shared.

You simply told the story of you and Sad Wind in a flattering tone, and you know that if anyone can save Sad Wind now, it is only Ms. Rose.

The spider's steps are a little staggered.

"I have to say, your story is indeed very intriguing, if it is told, there will be many bards who will use the name 'sad wind' to create one story after another, but this is not a reason for you to call me dead."

The gods could hear others calling His name, especially when Rose's oracle was not far away.

"I hope you can save the soul of the sad wind."

Good gods don't disobey the rules so much, but evil gods do. They do everything out of interest.

“…… OK. ”

After a moment of silence, a flirtatious voice reaches your ears.

Whew, you can't help but exhale a breath of turbidity. Goddess Rose has always had no good feelings for stupid love, and you are spelling "your love with Sad Wind is unworldly and weird", hoping to arouse his interest. It seems that you have succeeded, and the sad wind can be resurrected.

"Dear Queen Spider, thank you very much, thank you very much." You lean down and pay your highest respect to the evil god in front of you.

"So the respected queen spider, what is the price? At what cost? ”

"Drink it, let you or one of your lovers drink this in front of me."

In front of you, those black flowers not far away are pulled by a huge will, and the pitch-black liquid is squeezed out, forming a small water ball.

Black flowers are plants that can make people forget their beloved.

You feel like your heart is skipping a beat.

"Dear Queen Spider, you're not kidding."

"Of course not, half-dragon...... Sadly, this is my mercy, you have offended me by stealing the sacrifices of my subjects, but you have shown me such a good farce, which makes me feel a lot happier. So, don't think I'm going to give you a second chance. “

Rose's voice became cold, and the divine power spreading around you made you feel like you were falling into an ice cave, which was an irresistible power.

"I see."

"That's fine, look at the druid in your arms."

You feel the sad wind in your arms move, and your body, which is gradually becoming cold, returns to its normal temperature, although it still looks miserable, but it is already angry.

"Here, where?"

You hear a familiar voice, a voice that you thought you would never hear again in your life, and tears fall again, but this time for joy.

"Huh? Don't hold me so tightly. "The white giant wolf was still resisting at first, but in the end he was hugged by you with a blank face.

Then, Sad Wind felt something astringent with a fishy smell in his mouth.

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"Is that good?"

Rose's voice still echoes around you, and the drow priests have dispersed, as if the evil god had sent them back early.

You look at the road that is gradually closing in front of you, and your heart gradually cools.

"Someone has said to me that love is tolerance, love is understanding, and love is holding hands with loved ones in the sunset." It's a pity that you haven't gone to see the starry sky in his mouth with Sad Wind until now.

"Love is companionship, love is giving, love is silently guarding the lover's side." Sad Wind gave up on himself in order to save your life, and this time, it is up to you to pay.

"Someone else told me that if you love someone, don't give up on him, because that will make the relationship between the two people tormented by fate...... "But if the two are destined to separate, that's all they can do."

But love is also sacrifice, dedication, letting go of the hand of the person who loves you when necessary. If he hadn't forgotten my existence, Sad Wind would be able to live freely on the ground, and all traces would be erased by the black flowers, and that would be the perfect ending for him. ”

The god was silent for a moment.

Rose once betrayed her lover Corellon, so she once understood what love was, although later the two hated each other, and Rose also regarded the elven god system as a mortal enemy, believing that love was the most illusory. But the love between you and Beifeng that transcends age, gender, identity, and body shape still makes this cold goddess feel emotional.

"You're doing a good job. But the cost is not yet paid. ”

"One year, I give you one year of freedom, after which your soul will belong to the kingdom of my God, where you will believe and please me."

The spider's footsteps gradually move away from you, leaving only emptiness.

For the next year, it was an attempt to make myself forget all about it.

You're hunting in the shadows, venting your anger on creatures with white fur - or other creatures that druids can shapeshift, after all, your lover has more than one form. The story of the "sad wind" was spread through the drow sacrifices and sung by the various bards. People call you the Evil Dragon in horror, and your reputation makes them flee.

Of course, you're probably more of a threat to those ignorant monsters......

After that, you got a lot of "slaves", but none of them made you feel sad.

You know.

You've lost him completely, and the separation of the two of you might make his life a little better.

Now, your story has reached its end.

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PS: Actually, according to the orthodox DND, Rose would not be so good to anyone other than Drow...... Lady Spider is the real evil.

PS2: The next step is to connect to the contents of Volume Zero, and the scene in Volume 3 where Lynn goes back and is hunted down by the Plantaries...... Because I don't want to look at it from the point of view of the sad wind. There are still a few more chapters in the third and third volumes. But in the real world, it can't be called a foreign story.