About a day and a night later, a group of eight people walked out of a stone cave, out of the stone cave, into the eye into the eyes of a large stone tower stacked coffins, obviously this is a cemetery, but this cemetery looks very solemn, Taylor saw almost every tombstone in front of him in front of a black crystal symbol of the Red Fortress placed in front of it.

"They are..."

"They're warriors who died in battle in Dantel and Forge, and I think your tribe has such a cemetery. The old man and the five priests reverently performed royal salutes at the cemetery.

"Yes, yes, but there aren't so many. Taylor looked at the cemetery, which stretched for hundreds of kilometers, and was in awe, he and Foxes crossed their hands on their chests, silently chanting the praise of the breath, which belonged to the hero. The old man looked at them and nodded in satisfaction.

"Thank you for your heroic salute. ”

"Whether it's Red or Brett, it's our heroes who fell in the confrontation with Blatter, Chief Priest, let's get on our way. Then, the group quietly walked through the cemetery.

After about three days' journey, the group arrived in a desert that was deserted, and because of the fact that Red was located in the south, far from the ridge of Rikariven, the environment here became quite harsh, especially near the fortress of Raider, and the scars left by the battle between the people of Red and Blatter can be clearly seen. In the sand, Taylor and Phoches began to grow weaker and weaker, and they couldn't imagine how the Red tribe could fight to the death against the other-dimensional Blatter under these difficult conditions. Maybe it's because of faith, maybe it's because of survival.

"Chief Priest, may I ask how long it will take to reach the Red Fortress. "Folches couldn't hold on anymore, and Folches, who had grown up in the palace, never imagined that he would encounter such a difficult experience.

"Young man, it seems that you have never been on the battlefield, have you?" said the old man with a smirk as he looked at Forches.

"How do you know that I haven't been to the battlefield, I went there during the Battle of Watril, and I killed a lot of Blatter. Folches looked at the old man and argued unconvinced.

"Vatill, hehe, young man, if that is also a battle, I have nothing to say, what I want to tell you is that the real war is a hundred times more cruel than Watril! The kind of war for one's own race, for the homeland, for the sake of survival, is not as simple as you think, it is a victory spread with blood. The old man looked at Forge and said earnestly. Taylor's eyes were clouded as he looked at the old man, compared to what the High Priest had experienced was not something that those of us in the depths of the continent could understand.

"Alas, in fact, before the war between Denter and the Crucible Castle, Red Fortress was behind the Mason Forest, although Red was located in the south three hundred years ago, it was still quite fertile, with the protection of the Mason Forest and the nourishment of Lake Raclire, the life of the people of Red was quite happy, but since the appearance of Blatter in the town of Denter in the Mason Forest, Red began a nightmare for three hundred years. Since it was our two major tribes out of hostility, and the Mason Forest also blocked the two major tribes, we became isolated, presumably you have also hunted Blat, you should know the horror of this creature, within three days, the furnace castle five hundred miles away from Dantel was breached by Blat, and their speed is unimaginable. They killed people when they saw them, destroyed villages when they saw them, and drank blood and flesh all the way to the Forge Castle. There is a volcano in the Crucible Castle, and behind the Crucible Castle is the location of the Red Fortress at the time, in order to prevent further invasion of Blat, we had to force the volcano to erupt, but because of this, the Red Fortress was also destroyed. In the centuries that followed, Red continued to appear with Blatter, and our fortress moved farther and farther away, to the southern part of the Dazeril Desert. The old man ordered everyone to rest on the spot, and said to Taylor and Phoches, "If you don't think I'm an old man, I'll go on." ”

The old man looked at Taylor and Forge and continued: "For you Bretts, maybe you have not experienced this tragedy of losing your homeland, I have no disrespect, even if the dynasty dissolved and the invasion of Blat, for you it was just a different way to live, but since we broke away from the Brest dynasty, we have a different way to survive!"

"Then why did Red break away from Brett and come to the south in such a harsh environment?" asked Foxches.

"Why? Maybe the ancestors had their own ideas, or some other factor, I don't know, but what I do know is that if we hadn't broken away in the first place, we people would not have appeared in front of you and talked this nonsense to you. The old man sighed, "History is a thing of the past after all, and it makes no sense for us to investigate who is right and who is wrong." For as long as I was sensible, people around me have told me that if we can return to Brest one day, we will not be afraid of even more Blatter. ”

"No, High Priest, if the people of Red are so eager to return to their former dynasty, why is there so much war between our two tribes? Taylor looked at the old man and said.

"Hehe, kid, you also said it was the people of Red, not Red. The old man looked at Taylor.

Taylor bowed his head gloomily, "It's because of politics." Taylor said weakly.

"Yes, we're just victims of the politics between the two tribes, but even so, we're going to defend the interests of our own tribe, aren't we?" Taylor mused with the old man.

For war, in the eyes of politicians, war is just a game, a game used to protect each other's interests, and for military strategists, war is just a show, in which they can unleash their talents wantonly, while for ordinary people, war is a fatal disaster, a disaster of displacement, and the destruction of families.

"Alright, children, rest and recuperate, we are ready to cross the Dazeril Desert. With that, the old man put on his hat and rested with the team, and then began a long journey.

After walking for about five days, the old man woke up Taylor and Phoches, signaling that Fortress Red was about to arrive. Because they had no breath, Taylor and Phoches were like ordinary people, unable to withstand the scorching heat and wind and sand of the desert, so the old priest freed up a car for them to rest. Taylor stepped out of the car door and looked into the distance through the wind and sand, and in the haze, a solemn black castle stood majestically in the yellow sand. Unlike Brett's magnificent palace, Raider Fortress has a sense of suffocation, a fortress built with the will of the people of Raider. For a while, Taylor began to feel whether his choice was wrong, thinking of the task given to him by the high priest, Taylor couldn't help but become a little shaken, and suddenly couldn't give up in the face of a people who survived in order to survive without fear of harsh environments.

"Young people, no need to sympathize, survival is something that everyone on this continent pursues, even if we are driven to the end of the continent, as long as we have the belief to live, we don't need to be sympathetic. The old man looked into Taylor's eyes and said.

"It turns out that you already know the purpose of my trip, High Priest. Taylor said silently.

"Actually, I thought about it when you were willing to cooperate with me back to the fortress, and with the current situation, I couldn't imagine that I wouldn't have to be the high priest, haha. The old man smiled heartily, "Okay, let's go, I have already informed the tribal chief about your situation before, let's go directly to the council hall." ”

"Open the gates, and the high priest returns. The soldiers on the fortress shouted to the guards of the gates to the guards of the city, and the voice was as thick as a bell.

As he passed by the city gates, Taylor saw that the walls and gates were not as thick as he had imagined, but rather made of ordinary steel, and he could not help but wonder that Brett's palace walls were several feet thick of fine stone, if not for fortifications. As the group entered the fortress, the city gate behind them slowly closed.

The first impression of Taylor when he entered the fortress was that it was dull, with black buildings everywhere, and there was a black crystal hanging building at the farthest end of the fortress, which should be the sacrificial church, because Brett also had the same building, but it was silver-white. There were not many people on the streets, and the after-scars of the war were still visible. The mottled ground, the post house ready for war, the special gallop road for the army, and the arrow fort and barracks everywhere.

Walking through the center of the fortress, the group stopped under a stone statue, Taylor looked up carefully, the face of the stone statue was very blurry, it can be said that there was basically no face, except that it was a human figure, the rest was a pile of stones piled up like muscle lines, but he didn't recognize which hero this was, so he asked: "Chief Priest, which hero is this?"

The old man looked at Taylor and couldn't help but laugh, "Young man, this is not a person, and it is not a hero. ”

"That's?" Taylor was confused, for in Brett, in the middle of the city, the first monarch of the Brest dynasty was enshrined.

"This is, Titan. The old man said slowly.

"Titan!" Taylor looked at the old man in disbelief, "This is the legendary Titan?"

"Yes, the Titans are the true ancestors of our Red and Brett, and if it weren't for the Wrath of the Titans thousands of years ago, we would still be enslaved by the Daviers. Of course, it is precisely because of the Titan that Blatter in the chaos of time and space was brought to our continent, but if it weren't for the Titan, you and I wouldn't be standing here and chatting like we do today. ”

"Yes, if it weren't for the Titans of fifteen hundred years ago, we wouldn't be where we are now. Taylor looked at the Titan Memorial, as if the majestic Titan of fifteen hundred years ago trembled in everyone's heart again, and the Wrath of the Titan is a gift that everyone living in the continent of Tremia cannot forget.

"Young man, I can see from your eyes that you are different from the Bretts I have seen, and I hope you bring good news. The High Priest led the group back towards the inner city.

The yellow sand outside the city blurred the vision again, and the only thing that the lost people believed in was the faith to live.

"Taylor, can you tell me what the High Priest has given me now?" said Phoches, looking at Taylor dissatisfied.

Taylor packed his luggage and ignored Forches, in fact, Taylor was very helpless about this companion, because he was the queen's confidant and the queen's nephew, and he had not been on the battlefield since he was a child, so in order to hone him, Queen Samon handed him over to Taylor, so that he could learn more skills. Although Phoches didn't cause any trouble to Taylor along the way, and he didn't complain about it, after all, he was a member of the royal family, and if he accidentally caused him any accidents, he couldn't explain it to the royal family. In addition, in recent years, the relationship between the royal family and the people of the sacrificial church has not been very good, and as a member of the sacrificial church, they are not very willing to have too much contact with the people of the royal family.

Fox saw that Taylor ignored him, and ignored him, and lay alone in bed to rest. After the breath is sealed, the breath cultivator is no different from ordinary people, and it will be weaker in comparison, if the breath is suppressed for a long time, it will affect the cultivation of the breath, and even his life will be in danger.

After Taylor finished packing his luggage, he looked at Folches who was resting, and he also felt a little weak, his breath had been sealed for almost ten days, except for the simple guidance cycle of the breath, no trace of breath could be condensed, and this feeling of not being able to make it was extremely uncomfortable. In desperation, Taylor could only eat some dry food by himself, and then leaned against the window, looking at the night of Raid Fortress.

The darkness outside the window is far from the noise of Brett, Brett's night is always so beautiful, beautiful can make people indulge in it, can make you forget that you live in the era of war, Brett under the luxurious atmosphere is incompatible with this solemn Red. The strange thing is that Taylor at this time did not miss the confusion and luxury of his hometown, but was unusually calm, what he saw and heard along the way was something he could not feel in Brett, the ruthlessness of war, the preciousness of life, and the beauty of home were so clearly engraved in his heart here.