Hope is always accompanied by endless torture, and after you are down, you can start all over again!

It is a sad song that belongs to Valhalla, even if it is exchanged for the glory of engraved history books for a long time, but only the terrifying bones of the heroic soul are buried in Valhalla. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Cresiro visits Valhalla every week, always talking to himself, and is a complete psychopath. Whenever someone saw him, he looked as if he was talking to a Heroic Spirit. As a result, the local people thought he was a nervous patient.

Valhalla is dedicated to the warriors who died in war, and their bones are their last relics, representing their hope for peace. Each skeleton is of great significance, and of course, the market price is not low. There are many people who want to steal the bones of the Heroes, they are destitute but want to survive. All of them were cursed to death.

On a sunny day, Valhalla was missing a skeleton, and no one knew the name of the skeleton, and people only cared about the person who disappeared with the skeleton - Kersiro!

Legend has it that Kerciro disappeared while talking to the gods, and the locals organized a search for his and the Heroic Spirit's bones for ten weeks. But what was waiting was the skeleton of the Heroic Spirit, lying in the vacant position as if it had never left.

Querciro didn't come back, all the time!

"Some people say that it is the gods of the world who dominate the world, but only the people of the world can bear the pain of the world. We have fought for God all our lives, and there is no liberation until we die. We have left behind an infinite amount of remorse, and now, I leave it to you, you can feel it, Kersiro. ”

In the eastern corner of the world, this is a place covered by war, the land is burned and destroyed by the war stirred up by José, and everyone hopes that the war of the gods will not affect the civilians. At least now, the war of the gods has reached the saturation stage, and the ancient gods represented by the god of fate and the new gods represented by the gods of heaven have started a cold war, and the smoke of gunpowder has gradually subsided.

Fortresses and cities were built around the world around the world, and slowly, an era of world prosperity began.

In the small harbor on the border with Silvero, traders tie up their stockpiles to the wagons and sailors wait to prepare. Fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys on the street were running happily, completely unaware of the threat of war hundreds of kilometers away, and they still had in their hearts the hope of a better future and the wish for the girl who led the family.

But in the bustling and peaceful port, Morun is already preparing his future luggage. He was already sixteen years old, the legal age for conscription. This means that Morren can no longer lie quietly at home and read books, and his love for books can obviously make him one of the world's greatest writers. But it was he who chose the army.

Twelve years ago, when the war of the gods distorted the earth, Morun's parents fought in that war, but only his mother returned. Moren was always thinking about his father's back, and a military uniform was both appropriate and attractive for his father. Morren had always wanted to be a mighty officer like his father, and his father's death did not dampen his determination.

"What? I don't agree with you going! ”

Molen's mother, Varna, once went to the army with her husband, and she survived the shelling of her comrades and her husband, who brutally deprived her of her lover. But now, her husband wants to choose this path only for herself, and Varna can't accept it.

"Don't you like to read books the most? Why did you choose to be a soldier? You don't know that this errand is not for you at all. ”

Varna fears that Moren will die at the mercy of war, and she fears that all that will be left is Morun's bloodstained clothes and suicide note.

"Reading books has increased my knowledge, but these can only be imagined, and those who have not tasted life cannot be called human beings at all, and only joining the army is what I think is right. So Mom, I have to go this time. ”

Moren smiled and said that his firmness made Varna seem to see that she was not favored to be a soldier as a woman, but her firmness allowed her to rush to the battlefield.

But Varna's worries were hard to let go, and she asked directly: "If there was a time on the battlefield when you had to pay for your life, would you choose to live or die?" ”

Mo Lun was shocked by his mother's might, to be honest, he was still very young at the age of sixteen, and the questions about life and death were indeed a bit deep. Morlun stood there thinking for a while, still not having a clue, he just whispered I don't know and went out.

Varna was also a little stunned, and her question was a surprise to herself. Seeing her son, who was already an adult, go out without saying a word, she finally sat down on the ground, and the discussion with her son about joining the army came to an end for the time being.

In a small port like Xibo, all kinds of people come and go every day, and the small market outside the port has become the biggest beneficiary of this place. Many people will rub their scalp to fight for a place in the bazaar, where the position is hard to buy, as long as you can occupy one, you will basically get rich.

But what everyone didn't know was that there was an old man with only one hand in this bazaar, and his stall was never patronized and there was no one to give alms, but he was still alive there after a long time. The old man named Cole never yelled too much, so no one was willing to stay in his place for long.

On this day, it happened that a young man was walking in the market mindlessly, and the old man glanced at it and didn't pay much attention to it. But it wasn't until the old man slept in his stall for a while that he woke up and found that the boy was still parked in the market, and by this time the market had dispersed, and the crowd had receded.

The boy looked at the old man unconsciously, and finally realized that there was no one here.

The boy sat down beside the old man with vacant eyes, he didn't move away from the pile of cow dung beside him, he didn't know what he was thinking.

The old man casually picked up the wine in front of his stall and began to drink, stretching his waist freely, enjoying the beauty of life.

Suddenly, the young man next to him asked him, "Life or death?" Life and death. Bear... Still is? Dead and...? ”

The old man listened to this incoherent question about life and death, and some understood.

"Little brother, why do you take life and death so seriously."

He paused, and found that the young man's eyes were already focused on his face, so he took a sip of wine and spoke slowly.

"The world is talking about the truth of life and death, but how many people from God to man can understand?"

The young man was still at a loss, and the old man didn't think that these two sentences could be used as an answer.

Then the old man continued: "But since you are still alive, do not think about dying. ”

The boy obviously understood, but still asked, "Why don't you need to think about death when you live?" ”

The old man was unhurried, and then took another sip of wine.

"Everyone thinks that the end of life is death, but I don't think so, I think that everyone's life belongs only to the process of his life, and he doesn't care about his death. For example, you may die in the midst of a fight, but for you, this is your chosen death, and you should not be saddened. Doomed you to die, you will die. ”

"Then who condemned me to death? Is it a god who is in charge of destiny? ”

"No, it's you who is destined to die."

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