Maybe it's because I was too cowardly, so now even my memories are beginning to lose my soul.

……

One hundred and fifty meters below the Bering Strait, a huge shadow creeps through here. The sharp tail fin crossed the water layer, silently bringing up waves of surging waves.

The strange laughter at the bottom of the sea startled the scattered fish, and finally chased the big red boat, and slowly disappeared into the darkness......

San Francisco, USA.

The old man in the suit was sitting upright behind his desk, the faint light spilling over his head, a cup of coffee on the table, and a mountain of papers next to it.

"Leon, do you have a clue?" Behind the old man, there stood an even older man. He was on crutches and bathed in darkness. If it weren't for the deliberate attention, everyone would have thought that he was just a humanoid statue in the window.

"If it were that easy, I wouldn't have to fly all the way to England." The old man leaned wearily on the mahogany bench, clutching a half-lit black-brown cigar in his hand.

"The king of the sea and ice, we still know too little about it." Lance sighed.

"yes, this is the first of its kind." Leon looked up at the top of his head, was silent for a long time, and finally exhaled a long puff of smoke from his mouth, as if to blow all the gas out of his lungs.

"The princes are noble." "For thousands of years, we have known only a fraction of what we know about them, from the literature of the relics. What their bloodline is, what their strength is, we can't find out. They are like a huge country buried in ruins, and the only thing we can do is bury our heads in the exploration, explore, and explore again. We can do our best to understand them, analyze them, and only in this way will humanity have a greater chance of victory when the next 'war of the gods' comes. ”

Leon was silent, looking down at the floor, where a faint ant crawled past his shoe and finally slowly crawled under the table.

It's so small that it couldn't be smaller.

"I know all of that." Leon said, "Isn't all that we've done all these years just to one day wipe out all the orcs?"

Lance was silent, lowered his head in thought, and said blankly, "We...... Is there a real chance?"

"I don't know." Leon shrugged, "Remember what I told you when I was in Mexico?" That's our only choice, and we have no choice to survive. ”

"But that's too much to pay." Lance sighed weakly.

"Yes, it's too big. But we don't have a choice. Leon said with a determined look in his eyes.

"Haven't you thought about it? Leon, orcs and humans coexist?" Lance whispered with his hands crossed on his crutches and lowered his head.

"Orcs coexist with humans?" Leon's expression paused suddenly, and then he clapped and laughed, "I think you have a good idea. Bold and original, imbued with the great spirit of exploring new worlds. ”

He smiled, his face shining kindly, and said aloud, "I have met someone who thinks the same way as you. He was a great leader, with unparalleled talent and ability, his pedigree was even above all of us, and his status was so noble that people would not dare to climb with him. But it was such an impeccable person who was so good that he lost his trace inexplicably in the end. Finally, he stared coldly at Lance and asked in a deep voice. Do you know where he ended up?"

"Yes." Lance nodded calmly and said. "He's dead."

"Yes!" Leon's face suddenly became fierce, and he looked at Lance coldly, as if there was endless ice in his eyes that was shattering and rushing, as if he could shoot out ice mist.

"He's dead. Died in the 'Dilance Holy War' sixty years ago. But until he died, he couldn't understand why the beast clan he believed in, the prince he trusted, turned against him in the end. His face was filled with disbelief as the kings' claws slashed through his chest and pulled his bloody heart out of it. He has been working silently for the coexistence of orcs and humans all his life, but in the end? The orcs killed him, his body was nailed to the 'St. Midgus Cross' in the Holy City, countless orc slaves swarmed out of the prison and gnawed on his body, he was hung on the royal realm for three days and three nights, and when we found him, all he had left was the broken bones......"

"What an irony!"

Leon covered his face and looked up and laughed. He laughed very loudly, but no one thought he was happy. Because the sound was so harsh, and there was an incomparable ...... in it. Grief.

Lance sat quietly on the side, looking at him with a calm face, as if waiting for him to vent all the unwillingness and bitterness in his heart.

Finally, after a long time, he stepped forward gently, patted Leon on the shoulder, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Leon. I know that a lot of things are just painful memories for you now, but ...... People always have to move forward, don't they? We have to think about our next generation, who can't always shed their blood defending their race, who are still young and don't always have to make sacrifices for the world. ”

"For the sake of the next generation?" Leon stared at him coldly, "The destruction of the beast clan is the biggest consideration we have made for the next generation, haven't you figured it out after so many years?"

Leon's tone was inexplicably tough, as if he was always on fire whenever it came to the past.

"You're really a domineering dictator." Lance lowered his head and sighed.

"No, you're wrong." Leon suddenly calmed down, and said with a gloomy face, "I'm a soldier, and I'm just defending our race in a soldier's way. I'm not like you, Lance, you're a politician, and you'll never be able to comprehend what I've been through all these years. You're right, war is brutal, and many of my partners have died in this war. Over the years, I have lived alone as a 'forgotten person', I have lived so long that sometimes I even wonder what I have lived so long for. For the sake of the past? For the future? Or for the present? No, not at all, I just want to train a few more excellent students for us while I can still move, while my blood is still hot, watch them kill a few more princes, and then quietly wait for the end of this war. ”

Lance was silent. After a long time, he spoke, "Maybe you're right, Leon, I'm just an educator, I don't understand the stubborn thinking of your military strategists, and I don't want to understand it, but one thing you're right......"

Lance finally sighed, and he spoke, "It's time for this war to end. ”

He lowered his head, turned to look at the fire-painted document on the table, and said to Leon, "Leon, I know that you have been unable to let go of the past, but I hope you can understand that the impact of the 'War of the Gods' is immeasurable. If you insist on destroying the Orcs through 'Holy War', you will not have much time left...... The twenty-first monarch of the orcs, Lord of the Sea and Ice, Dilnagar, will awaken in front of the Bronze Gate, the 'Gate of the World' forged by his own hands, where it leads to its palace with all that it has lost. ”

"The awakening of the Ice King Dil Naga will surely resonate with the other princes, and we must capture Dil Naga before the other princes revive...... Kill it! ”

"We cannot play out the tragedy of the War of the Gods, the new generation of gods needs someone to lead, and we cannot sit idly by any longer. You are the principal, and you have the final say in the affairs of the college. Lance said.

"I've thought about everything you said." Leon held his head and sighed, "For sixty years, I have been thinking about cultivating a good leader for our next generation, but in the end? One is dead, one is insane, and even one is still missing. ”

As he spoke, he buried his head in despair, and his silver-gray eyes looked at his palm in distraction, "The pressure we put on them is too great, we are not in a hurry about the new leader, the students still need time to grow, we have to give them a little time." ”

"I can understand how you feel." Lance handed him the cup of coffee on the table, comforting him, "Lena and Nozark are both your students, and no one is to blame for their departures. They are, and so are we. The great cause of the Divine Ones must be sacrificed, and if they don't go, someone will eventually take their place. If one day it's our old guys' turn, we're going to give our lives for it, even if it's ...... At that time, there was no hope. ”

"I'm sure you won't want to see that day." Leon coldly knocked his hand off and got up from his chair.

"I know." Lance smiled, "If that day comes, then we're really done, so I don't want that day to come, because I don't want to go to my student's funeral yet, just like the old Chinese saying goes, 'white-haired people send black-haired people', I just hope that one day, all my students can come to my funeral, and that's enough." ”

"......" Leon.

"Huh." Lance patted him on the shoulder and chuckled softly.

"By the way, what do you think of Lin Sheng?" Finally, he suddenly raised his head and asked softly.

"The stepson of the Valkyrie?" Leon finally raised his head with a little vigor and said, "It's not bad, dragon descendant, and his execution ability is also strong, but his teamwork ability is a little worse." ”

Leon thinks this is the most pertinent assessment he has ever given.

"Hey, hey, don't call your stepson, people are also related by blood." Lance rolled his eyes helplessly, and said helplessly, he really felt a little embarrassed by Leon's words.

"Anyway, it's not biological, so there's nothing theoretically wrong with calling it a stepson." Leon shook his head and said bad things. The white sunlight shines through the screen window, and two old figures bathe in the sunlight, like two pale gold statues.

(End of chapter)