He's always been a smart guy. Maybe he'll choose to cooperate. While thinking about it, he walked into this temple, and secretly strengthened his determination, whether it was a blessing or a curse, he could no longer hide.

Inside, an elderly frost mage is pouring wine on a plate on an altar. He turned to see the approaching one, as if looking at him quietly.

I feel like my heart has been overwhelmed with panic. After a while, the mage smiled and hugged like a long-lost brother.

"You've lost weight," the mage said. "It's time for you to eat."

"You should eat less," replied, smiling at Agu's slightly drooping belly.

The two old friends laughed out loud for a long time, and it seemed that they had never been separated. Gradually, he felt that his wariness was beginning to fade. There are very few people in this world who can make him a friend, and to be able to talk to a friend can benefit his soul.

For the next hour, he and Agu chatted about the past, had a good meal, and asked each other about new things. It seems that they have almost forgotten the pleasure of chatting with another human.

He could even stay with Agu for two weeks, drinking and talking about the ups and downs of success and failure.

"What was the wind that blew you deep into the mountains of Freljord," Agu finally asked.

This question will pull back to reality. He immediately recalled the words he had carefully prepared for this moment.

He recounted a story he had experienced in Shurima. He went to investigate a burgeoning tribe of nomads who had amassed vast amounts of wealth and land and turned into a small kingdom almost overnight.

And after some inspection, it was found that they had a world rune in their hands. They resisted stubbornly, and then

Lower the volume to accommodate the silence in the room. He explained that sometimes something bad has to be done so that the whole world can be preserved. Sometimes these bad things are at least better than the terrible disasters that come from sitting idly by.

"They have to be kept safe." Uttered his last key point. "All."

Yagu nodded slowly with a stern face, and the warmth that had just ignited between the two old friends was extinguished in this instant.

"You're going to take it from us, you know it's the only way to drive away the trolls," Agu asked.

"You always knew that day was going to come sooner or later." No other workaround was proposed. "You've known it all these years."

"Allow us some time. When spring comes, we move south. What are our odds of winning in the winter?"

"You've said that before." Said coldly.

Startled, Agu suddenly grabbed his hands and begged him sincerely.

"There are many children among us. There were also three women who had just grown their bellies. Do you want us all killed?" asked Agu in despair.

"How many people are in this village?" asked.

"Ninety-two," Aguda replied.

"How many people are there in the world"

Agumer was silent.

"Can't wait any longer. The dark forces are gathering to come at it. I'll take it with me today. He said in a commanding tone.

"You are to take it for yourself," Agu accused, and jealousy and anger erupted.

Looking at Agu's face, which was distorted, a face of grief and resentment from that of a friend, this face was no longer the person he once knew.

Explain that he had long since learned that runes should not be used, as the cost was never too high. But he could see that the madman in front of him had completely lost his senses.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain, and he found himself curling up and writhing on the floor, salivating at the corners of his mouth. He looked up and saw that Agu was in a spell-casting stance, his fingers crackling with power that no mortal should have.

Coming to his senses, he used the Arcane Ring to imprison the frost mage, just long enough time for him to get up and stand on his feet.

He and Agu circled each other in circles and used magic to confront each other, and this encounter had not appeared in this world for several years.

Agu's flesh was deeply burned, and it felt like the heat of twenty suns. It also used a series of arcane magic explosions. The battle seemed to go on for hours, as the two of them destroyed the walls of the temple with their magical attacks and the heavy ice dome smashed.

Badly wounded, he crawled out of the ice and rocks, barely kneeling upright. He vaguely saw Agu, also covered in bruises, digging out a lock box from the rubble and trembling to open it.

You can tell from the greed in his eyes what he is looking for, and even more so what will happen if he is allowed to succeed.

's magical energy was depleted, and he leapt behind his old friend, strangling him by the neck with the belt of his own robes.

He didn't feel anything at the moment, the person he loved so much just a few minutes ago was now just a task that had to be done in his eyes. Agu struggled hard, kicking his legs wildly, trying to find a place to stay. Suddenly, his body sank and he died.

He took out a key from Agu's necklace and opened the lock box. He took the World Rune, on which the strange symbols were glowing orange.

He tore a piece of robe from the dead mage, wrapped the rune in it, carefully placed it in his satchel, and staggered out of the temple, letting out a mournful sigh at the thought of having lost another friend.

The wandering mage limped towards the village gate, standing beside the same weather-beaten faces as when he came. He watched them uneasily, fearing that he would be attacked, but the villagers did not stop him.

These people are no longer fierce guards, these are stunned people who are about to die. They stared with wide, helpless eyes.

"What shall we do?" asked the little boy's grandmother, who protected him in her fur coat.

"I'll leave." Say.

He knew that if they stayed here, the trolls would descend the mountain and attack the village at nightfall, leaving no one alive. And beyond the village, there lurks even more vicious dangers.

"Can't we go with you," cried the little boy.

Stopped. A part of his heart, the remaining shred of irrational sympathy in his heart, screamed. Take them with you. Protect them. Forget about the rest of the world.

But he knew he couldn't. Stepping into the snow of Freljord, he chose not to look back, no longer at the faces he had left behind. Because those are already dead faces, and his task is related to those who can still be saved.