In my lifetime, I have never felt lonely except for you. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Sometimes memories are a very frightening thing, it will haunt you, no matter when and where, in the darkest night, in endless dreams; When you are quietly reading a book alone; When you look up at the starry sky alone, the brilliant Milky Way appears in front of your eyes, telling you every tragedy; When you wake up in the morning and stretch your waist, maybe it never shows up, but you just can't avoid it, those things that happened are like a strange circle that you can never leave, just like the books you have read, every book you have read seriously, each book has a different writing style, but no matter how many books you have read, there is always one that you will remember the story, remember whether the plot is a tragedy or a comedy, a tragedy that makes you cry, a comedy that makes you laugh, there is always a book written in your heart; Those memories of you in the very dark night are like one of these books, but suddenly remembering that past will make you cry and make you laugh, but unfortunately, no matter what, everything will eventually become a thing of the past and history.

"Neriff, sometimes it's better not to make too many jokes." Izzalo's voice echoed in the ears of the oracle, who was still smiling at what he saw.

Nerif faintly looked at the vague figure in the light and shadow, and Izalo always liked to pop his head when Nerif made a decision, and then come to comment, "Hey, old man, you're out again, it won't be a good thing for me." He knew that every time Izzalo showed up, he would not be judged indiscriminately, and some troublesome things would be handed over to him.

"Nerif, you know the consequences, Zagonas will kill everyone." Izzalo's voice was empty and tasteless.

Of course, Neriff knew what Izaro was trying to express, the old man had lived for so long, and there would always be some dissatisfaction with his understanding of everything in the world and the development of things, "No, no, no...... Old man, the love story of Xandersha and Zagonas, I didn't interfere, I only believe in history, the development of one thing will never end in two ways, I didn't expect you to live for so long and not read a book of history. ”

The voice paused for a moment, everything seemed to be still, relatively still, the moonlight shadow was motionless under the shadow of the tree, not like a trace of life, Neriff just wanted to end such a conversation quickly, but Izalo's voice echoed there, "I believe you for now, Nerif, but time waits for no one, and our other warrior may be in a hurry." ”

Neriff smiled, his smile unchanged, "Oh - you mean Juggernaut - it's not easy, old man, you have to know that everything has to be done. ”

"The so-called price is to win at all costs, just like everything I brought to the night demons, brought light to the world and destroyed some things, but it was worth it, because the light always illuminates the earth." Izzalo's words made Neriff a little arrogant, but Neriff was used to the old man's style of speech, and what he was most afraid of was loneliness and loneliness, even Izalo couldn't escape such shackles.

"Look at the two in front of you, Xandertha and Zagonus, what is love? Is love just the momentary heartbeat that each other brings to each other's memories? Is love just those passionate days, or is it the good quality in the person you really love? Or is it because you do everything so well? Can these be called love between two people? Nerif, you know when you're my age, what's most important. Izzalo's voice still echoed in his ears.

The Oracle squeaked, "Looks like our Guardian of Light has a beautiful love story." "It's like he's a kid to Izalo.

"That's enough, Nerif, you know how to play tricks and take care of what's in front of you." The sound faded in.

"Got it, old man." Neriff rolled his eyes, this was also in the absence of Izalo, but he was glad that he had finally heard the old man's nagging, but the headache was that it was time to get down to business.

Xandertha and Zagonus looked at each other, the stagnant air with a sad breath, their eyes intertwined in the timeline, Davion stood on the ground with difficulty, shielding his face with a shield, the hurricane howled, Zagonas's wings flapped the hurricane, each hurricane uprooted the trees of the forest, Magina stuck the double-edged axe on the ground to keep her balance from being blown away by the hurricane, Luna leaned on Xingyue's back, lowered her head, Xingyue's limbs and claws clung to the ground with all her strength, Milana also grabbed the white tiger firmly on the ground, and everyone couldn't control their bodies.

"I'm sorry, history is cruel." Neriff knows how big the joke of reality can be, and in the current situation, one of the two people, Cindersha and Zagonas, will disappear from the annals of future history, and only this kind of ending can restore everything in front of them, and Neriff has a wise saying: everything has a price.

Every decision will have sacrifices, Nerif's approach should be understood by many people, he glanced at Davidian on the ground, he has obtained the power of the dragon, presumably the warrior should understand himself best, victory in war must have sacrifices, isn't it the same now? Xanderza's sacrifice was not as good as that of Zagonas, so Nerif's decision was simple.

The light and shadow gradually blurred, and around everyone there were some runes surrounded by bands of light, rolling in circles and circles......

[He hasn't been back to the mainland for a long time, it feels good to stand on the soil for the first time, the mask that has not changed for thousands of years hopes not to scare too many people, he silently recited his motto in his heart, he still remembered how many years ago he came here, it was still a small city that was bustling, and now he looked at it, only the desert and ruins remained, I'm afraid no one remembered what this place was called, he touched the hilt of the sword on his back with his right hand, the black blade was firmly in the scabbard, and he couldn't move, only listening to his command, wearing the iconic straw hat, stepping into this once prosperous ruins.

The slab still stood on top of the high rock, but there were some traces of wind and rain on the rock, broken stones and weathered mounds, and he tidied up his clothes, and when he faced the name again, it was a kind of courtesy.

The handwriting on it was a little blurry, but I could still vaguely see what was written—the ruins of the shadow. He nodded silently, then walked slowly forward.

The city at night has become older, although he is not too young, but the pace does not lose strength, the steps are not like the old man staggering and walking, the strong muscles on his body are still the same, after the wind and rain, he will also leave a glory of his own, the traces of the knife are just right, no matter where, you can see the vicissitudes of life he has experienced, he is already an old man at the age of forty, he has left the island of covering his face for decades for dozens of days, and he can't help but miss a little, I am afraid that those days will be gone forever, for himand now is the best.

He spent a long time walking through the ruins to the old neighborhood where people still lived, and now he just wanted to find an inn, and his body was tired, after all, he had been on the road for more than ten days, and no matter how strong his body was, he could not withstand the hardships of the journey.

He touched his pocket, and there were some gold coins, and when he saw a hotel called "Morning Hotel", his footsteps stopped, the sign on it was quite new, it should be a newly opened hotel, he didn't want to think about whether the price was expensive, he just wanted to find a bed to lie down, his tired body needed a good bed to recuperate, thinking of this, he walked into the hotel.

The style of wood is like new, the simple attic staircase, the counter, the cabinet lamps and tables and chairs, there are several portraits in the corridor, the candles are lit on the counter, illuminating the whole room on this floor, it is a little damp in the dim, sitting there is a goblin, pointed ears but not as energetic as the elves, long noses, green skin, each goblin is very short, the first impression is clever and cunning, so it is also a very profitable race, they are not good at fighting, especially hand-to-hand combat, Therefore, they can only use their own minds to deal with various dangers, and of course, they will also make gunpowder weapons to protect themselves, which I am afraid that humans will have to learn more from like goblins. He took out a few gold coins and threw them on the counter, his voice low and short, "Comfortable empty room." ”

The goblin looked up to see the man's face, but what he saw was a mask, and the little goblin jumped on the chair in a panic, it was much easier to be scary at night, but soon the goblin realized that it was a guest with no malicious intent, "Yes, sir, please sign your name." "The voice is high-pitched.

He picked up a quill in his left hand and simply signed his name on the piece of paper where he was staying, Yunero.

"Have a good dream, sir." The goblin nodded slightly.

He let out a "hmm", still very low, and then the dim light in the hallway, he walked slowly to the attic......