Talk about......

As soon as the thought arose, it was suppressed again. Identity, status determines the way the conversation is done, but Nicole doesn't know how to locate the lady.

Perhaps, even the lady didn't know how to position herself.

If you can't even know where you are, how should others deal with it?

Nicole has no choice, her humility is just an attitude to life, not to grovel to everyone. What's more, her identity doesn't allow this kind of thing to happen.

At night, the full moon hangs high.

As the parable says, the rocky beach is extraordinarily peaceful. If it weren't for the presence of many people, this place would definitely look particularly poignant. It's a pity that the overlapping barracks and the jumping bonfires break the mood. With the dancing of light and shadow and the whispering of human voices, the melancholy slowly condenses and lingers. Some people think of their old friends, and some people miss their hometown.

Low, mournful singing voices reverberated in the rocky beach......

Even Nicole was infected by the singing, and her mind drifted somewhere.

......

Sred folded his wings and landed lightly in front of a small town, not knowing why the oracle would require them to come out, but instead taking a laissez-faire attitude towards the common faith.

The tide of the dead has begun to recede, but many of the weakest souls have been abandoned in the land where they were alive, leaving them to cry helplessly.

His task was to bring these souls to rest in front of everyone.

Although he felt that this task was inexplicable, Sred didn't think much about it. More than a decade had made him accustomed to obedience, to looking up at the gods with awe.

Something had to be believed, and in Darkmoon Harbor he witnessed the birth of a new god. He even suspected that Bran kept them to let them witness.

Some incomprehensible power causes Dany, the Ancient Tree, and those who are called companions to gradually metamorphose until they are out of the realm of mortality.

This power itself is incredible, and Sred would not have believed anything if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. And he wasn't the only one who witnessed this, there were several other Skywalkers.

Maybe it's also a kind of luck that they can return to the perspective of mortals to see and listen.

Nita, who was still pretentious, had just arrived at the rocky beach and found them.

It's just that the communication between the two sides is not pleasant, and Nita still refuses to accept her fate, and still has many delusions. The most unpleasant thing is that it thinks they are the same......

Sred didn't want to talk nonsense with the old dragon, because there were things that couldn't be explained unless he saw them with his own eyes. It's like Bran and the sky appearing above, looking down on the world.

What about mortals, and what about transcendental?

Sred is no longer attached to who he once was, he has let go of the past and started to look forward. He believed in Nicole's many judgments and decided to give everything to the gods. He wanted to be completely at the mercy of the gods for some time to come.

He did face a similar problem. But he believed that the gods must have taken this into account.

Over the years, the Dark Night side seems to be shrinking, but many people, including Sred, believe that this is a crack strategy. It's just that I didn't understand the purpose of this strategy at that time.

But when the new world appeared in front of me, the doubts of the past were also cheerful. The gods of the night did not think about the past and fight for a time and a place, but set their sights on the broader future. Because as long as they are there, faith can spread to new worlds at any time.

So Sred believed that the gods would arrange everyone's path.

......

Some believe and wait for the gods' plan, while others want to try their luck.

Anvena looked wearily into the distance, and when Bran looked down on the world from above the sky, she also received the oracle of light—to act cheaply. She had thought it was the light's trust in her, but the ensuing wave of the undead made her understand that it was actually an all-round test.

In the face of this great tide, she, like many others, remembered the deeds of light. Not just the light itself, but also those of the minions. The Gatekeeper is perhaps the most legendary of all, rising from the humblest of cannibals to a blade in the hands of light. The desperation in the process is rendered into tragedy, but it cannot hide the fact that the light is cold and unforgiving.

It's just that more than ten years have made her forget this impressive story.

What a pair of good siblings!

With this emotion, Anvena watched powerlessly as the tide of the undead swept past her. Fortunately, she is not the young and reckless Mela.

Whether she was a devout believer in the light or not, she never failed to fail in her speech and demeanor. At the same time, she has always demanded this from her subordinates. Even if you walk alone in the wilderness, you don't forget to erect an altar in your resting place. Even if the altar was just a rudimentary stone, a loose pile of dirt.

It's a pity that some people still forgot her warning......

She wanted to warn more, but it backfired. It is foreseeable that the pool water has lost its function here, like an ordinary pure water, clear and transparent. In the face of her question, there were no more ripples.

Although she didn't want to admit it, Anvina knew that this made her feel helpless and panicked by her habit of relying on the pool water. After countless years, she cowered and hesitated like a little girl.

But she must not wander around like the mortals, but must give them faith when they look at them. It's really hard, even if you're used to seeing life and death, you can't help but feel trepidation when facing the tide of death that has swept the world. At that time, she really envied the old dragon Nita, who could run and hide in the rocky beach.

It is better to fight against the impact of the tide of the undead, but it is better to shrink into the protective circle of the gods. For most people, temples, altars, and statues of gods hanging from their bodies are the best protection.

Unfortunately, not all idols can be amulets. Only those who have been blessed by the gods have this miraculous effect. Most of these magical idols are from the belongings of the demons around Winged City. In addition to envy, she couldn't find a way to get it.

She could barely do anything but wait.

She also wanted her subordinates to gain the power to fight the undead through their devout faith, but it was difficult for them to achieve a state of piety. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't do it. They believe in gods, but they can't fall into fanaticism. Avena knew it was all because of her presence.

Guilty!

This emotion, which has disappeared for a long time, began to linger in Anvina's heart, making her feel tormented. It was in this torment that she felt the barrier between her and the sea of magic begin to loosen.

It was then that she suddenly remembered what Bran had said, "The ability that comes out of our bodies is a response to us." Our fears, our expectations, eventually become our abilities and our ...... to rely on."

......

"The tide is receding. ”

Meowth sighed and reported to Edge, with a deep unwillingness on her face. Just as Aitch guessed, the image of a lazy man was beautified by the group of dwarves into a comfortable and indisputable situation.

Looking at Edge's stinky fart these days, Meow Meow can't wait to step on that stinky face a few times. It's a pity that this kind of thing can only be thought about......

The news spread quickly, and the cheers grew louder and louder from nothing.

"Look, that's hope. Aitch held Meowmeow's shoulder with one hand and pointed into the distance with the other, "Look at their smiling faces, how sincere." ”

Meow meow muttered, "What a group of heartless guys, a little like you." ”

Aitch smiled, "I'm really happy for them for the rest of my life. ”

"Yes, these are your devout believers, after all. Meowth scratched her head, "And then, what are you going to do with these people?"

"I didn't think about what would happen to them in the future. I don't have the energy or the ability to take care of them anymore. Aitch patted Meowth on the shoulder, "We're going to continue to tour the world, right?"

Meowth smiled and said, "Well, it's just a pity ——, give them up like this." ”

"What, you can't bear it?"

Meowth hesitated for a moment before admitting, "There's a little bit." ”

"The tide didn't go out very completely, we could clean it up and leave. Aitch sighed, "By the way, is there a simple and easy way to learn and quickly pacify the undead?"

Meow Meow seemed to think of something funny, revealing a pair of small tiger teeth: "Yes, this is created by Jenny and Aunt Louie, it's just a little numb......"