The Steppenwolf King led the wolves to hide in the gray grass for a long time, and in the face of thousands of people, of course, they did not dare to take the lead, so they hid in the gray grass all the time, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

Eventually, they saw the abandoned Old Man Yodelman, and the Steppenwolf King immediately decided to jump out and have a feast. However, it could never have imagined that what was supposed to be a gluttonous feast would suddenly become a dinner that would never be served at the end of the day.

With that violent punch, the Steppenwolf King's skull shattered, and the entire wolf head collapsed!

There is no doubt that the Steppenwolf King was killed by the gatekeeper with a single punch!

Dozens of pupils of faint green light emitted in the dark night watched all this in horror and confusion, and soon, the owners of the green pupils, the Steppenwolves, quickly retreated more than ten steps, and they all stopped there.

They didn't understand what was happening in front of them. Even, the Steppenwolves standing around didn't see how their wolf king was killed!

It must be said that among the beasts, Steppenwolf has a relatively high level of intelligence, and they can rely on their keen intuition to make judgments when faced with the unknown.

This human can't be messed with!

This is the most direct judgment of all Steppenwolf!

Of course, they can also use that keen direct judgment, the Steppenwolf King was killed on the spot, where do they need to judge?

After a brief hesitation, dozens of Steppenwolves, the size of gray brown bears, fled with their tails between their legs.

The gatekeeper stood in front of four old yodelmans, his resolute face covered with sweat. What the rescued old people didn't know was that this middle-aged man had been running wild in the wasteland sea for an afternoon!

Just when the old people were surprised, there was another sound in the gray grass not far away.

It's not like the wind!

Could it be Steppenwolf gone and returned?

The old people looked in disbelief at the gray grass moving in the dark night.

Finally, they saw that out of the gray grass were dozens or hundreds of old people like them!

They were all old men over seventy years old, and because of his foot strength, he could not keep up with the pace of the procession, and was abandoned by the royal cavalry in the wasteland sea.

It was the gatekeeper who ran for dozens of miles along the road and found them back one by one from the wasteland sea!

Most of the old Yodelman in the town of peace know each other, and they have lived together in the town for decades, and after a circle around the Grim Reaper, they are reunited.

Some tears are inevitable.

The four old yodelmen who had just been rescued knelt on the ground, put their hands on their chests, and sang reverently:

"God of Light bless!"

In their eyes, the gatekeeper has become the embodiment of the god of light.

Of course, the old people have lived in the Peace Town for decades, and naturally they know the gatekeeper, and they know that the gatekeeper has guarded the Peace Town Church for more than ten years, so it has become a matter of course to regard the gatekeeper as an angel sent by the God of Light to save them.

The gatekeeper lifted the four old men up from the gray grass, and after he glanced around, he immediately said in a muffled voice:

"Go out five miles to the west, there is an uninhabited village, everyone go there to avoid the wind, tomorrow tomorrow I will take you south back to the town of peace!"

And just like that, the procession of Old Man Jodelman began to move westward.

After walking for about an hour, the gatekeeper led them to the deserted village.

Tired old people immediately poured into the deserted houses that could shelter the wind, and they leaned close to each other to keep each other warm.

The Gatekeeper tosses the Steppenwolf King's body from his back to the ground.

The sound of flints scraping sounded, and in the abandoned yard, the gatekeeper lit the grass and lit a bonfire.

Soon, the ubiquitous wind blew out the bonfire.

The gatekeeper had to keep rubbing the flint.

As if he was playing tricks on him, whenever he lit the flaming weeds, he would float like a ghost and blow out the bonfire.

The Gatekeeper's fists are strong enough to kill the Steppenwolf King with a single punch, but he is no match for the ubiquitous Gang Wind in the Wasteland Sea.

Seeing this, the old man Joddleman, who was hiding in the deserted house, poked his head out and reminded in an old voice: "Young man, go to the stable on the side, where you can block the wind!" The old man's words seemed to be full of wisdom that had been accumulated for countless years.

The gatekeeper was middle-aged, not a young man, but in the presence of Old Man Jodelman, he did afford the title. The gatekeeper took the old man's advice and ran into the stables with a pile of weed.

There were no horses in the stables, and it was empty and pitch black.

Soon, a ray of light emerged from the stable.

It's firelight.

Sure enough, a bonfire could easily have been lit in the stables.

The gatekeeper stepped out again and dragged the Steppenwolf King's body into the stables.

The most abundant in the wasteland sea is the gray wild grass, and with this dry and burn-resistant wild grass, the gatekeeper does not have to worry about the bonfire being extinguished.

In order to barbecue wolf meat for the old man, he ran out of the uninhabited village and brought back a large amount of gray wild grass.

In the process, several elderly people took the initiative to come out of the deserted house and help him maintain the bonfire.

In the eyes of the elderly, the gatekeeper's actions are very stupid, but the clumsiness of the gatekeeper adds to the intimacy of the old people's hearts. If the gatekeeper were really God's spokesman, really an angel, they might have a sense of distance, but now, what they feel in the gatekeeper is a complete sense of intimacy.

They are grateful to the gatekeeper and consider him to be the god who saved them from fire and water. But when the group of old people calmed down, they found that the gatekeeper was just a child, a big child who couldn't even light a bonfire.

The gatekeeper saw that several old men had maintained the bonfire well, and he thought for a moment, and immediately walked quickly into the deserted house.

All the old people were crammed into two deserted houses in the courtyard, and they were next to each other, as if they would feel safe enough in this way.

When the gatekeepers came in, they all glared at old eyes one after another, "Son, you should go and rest," said one of the old men.

The gatekeeper could see that almost all the old men had kind eyes, and he closed the door, hesitated, and walked up to an extremely old man.

This old man was carried back by him, and he carried this old man on his back, dragging hundreds of pounds of Steppenwolf King in his hand, and walked all the way here.

Without any hesitation, he untied the water bag from his waist and handed it to the old man who had collapsed on the ground.

The old man greedily licked the water bag until he drank all the water in the water bag, and by this time, he also regained a trace of vitality.

Holding the shriveled water bag in his hand, and hearing the sound of swallowing saliva around him, the old man suddenly looked extremely embarrassed, "I'm sorry," he said to the gatekeeper, "I'm so thirsty that they won't give me water to drink." The old man's tone was as aggrieved as a child

The gatekeeper smiled wryly and began to take off the boots on the old man's feet, which had fallen off the soles.

In this way, under the watchful eyes of the old people, the gatekeeper kneaded the old man's swollen ankle little by little. "To-morrow I will carry you on my back," he said to the old man, "and you cannot walk on your feet for the time being, and if you need anything, just tell me." He pinched the wounded corner of the old man back into place, and used the tough grass to break two blisters on the old man's feet.

After doing all this, the gatekeeper went out and came back with the food that had already been baked in his hands.

The moment the gatekeeper walked in the door, all the old people's eyes widened again, not because they coveted the food in the gatekeeper's hands, but at that moment, when they saw the gatekeeper, they felt the power of true peace.

It was as if a warm energy filled the whole room, and the pain in their hearts was temporarily eliminated at this moment.

The gatekeeper did not know that his presence gave all the old men a sense of spirituality, and he skewered the meat of the Steppenwolf King on a wooden stick and used a knife to share the food for the old man.

If there were no gatekeepers, these old people would sooner or later become the food of the Steppenwolf King, but with the Gatekeepers, the Steppenwolf King became the food of all the old people.

That's how wonderful the world is.

The gatekeeper went out to find water for the old man.

Eventually, he came to the only well in the northernmost part of the village.

He saw the black dried corpse in the well.

In the darkness, he broke out in a few cold sweats.

At this time, he finally knew why the cavalry had bypassed the village.

Snatching up all the Yodelman's cavalry, heading north to his destination, uninhabited villages, and dry corpses in dry wells, he pondered the connection of all these things.

After a few breaths, he felt a ...... coming from the dry well The power of the undead!

Just as he was contemplating in confusion and contemplation in the dry well, a footstep came into his ears.

Slowly, he looked back.

I saw an old man in white standing with a snow-white parrot on his shoulder appear ten steps away, and the old man in white did not stop until he was three steps away from him.

The old man in white looked very ordinary, with a short metal spear hanging from his waist, and the gatekeeper's eyes fell on the metal short spear, he knew that it was a scepter, a scepter with a bright aura.

The gatekeeper was sure that he had never seen the white-robed old man in the peaceful town, and he was silent, waiting for the other to speak first.

When the old man in white walked in front of the gatekeeper, he was silent for a while before he said in an emotional tone:

"You're really confusing me!"

The gatekeeper didn't understand, and asked in a muffled voice:

"Wonder about what?"

The old man in white blinked his eyes, thought about it seriously for a moment, and then continued:

"I wonder what you were thinking when you helped the old man knead his ankles? He has a lot of mud on his feet, don't you have a little dislike?"

The gatekeeper suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he thought for a long time before he figured out that the old man in white had not appeared in the deserted house just now, why did he know what was going on in the deserted house? Although he was puzzled, he still replied in a muffled voice:

"I just want to heal the injury on his foot. ”

The old man in white was obviously dissatisfied with his answer, and asked, "You don't have any dislike, but pus is flowing from the soles of his feet!"

The gatekeeper did not hesitate, and asked in a muffled voice, "Why should I dislike the God of Light?"

"God of Light, are you mistaken?" the old man in white frowned, and he felt the gatekeeper in front of him suddenly become confused in front of him.

"The Book of Revelation of the Universal Divine Code says that the God of Light fills everyone's heart, and all people can awaken the power of faith. "So, in my eyes, everyone is the god of light." Of course, you are also the god of light. ”

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched suddenly, "God of Light...... he sneered, and then he said thoughtfully, "I suddenly feel like you...... Pure Heart. ”

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