Chapter 33: Lost Memories
Koto's eyes widened suddenly, and he thought that his ears had suddenly deceived him—after all, he seemed to have heard something terrible.
Dwarf...... Prince?
"Well, Sage-sage, you must have made a mistake, right?" He blinked quickly, furrowing his brows for some reason, and the expression under the helmet was full of invisible question marks, "The fire is on the fire, I swear by my father's coal car, although everyone in the clan has the same surname, but he has served the clan and the king for most of his life as a cavewalker in the underground tunnels before that damned mining disaster." ”
"But you remember your father's name, right?" Yustina prompted him.
"Oberto Hearth."
"What about your majesty?"
"Omodo Hearth......" Koto was stunned suddenly, "Hey, wait, are you trying to say that I misremember my father's name?!" ”
"Names may be confused, but past experiences are not easily confused, unless there is a serious mistake or missing in your memory." "And now calm down and think about it—where did you spend your childhood?" ”
"Of course I spent it with the people of the clan!" The dwarven warrior did not hesitate, "The dwarves of the clan live in the cities on the plateau, and even the bitter blizzard cannot extinguish the sparks by the iron hearth!" We are united, the massive white dragon does not want to destroy our homeland, and the remains of evil monsters are the glory and drunken talk of the warriors! ”
"And what about a little more detail?" The Grey Court Sage asked, "In which room in the clan city were you born in?" Who was your warrior mentor in your childhood? Why do the people around you always pay attention to and protect your safety until you become an adult? Why did your Majesty the King ask you to flee during that war of the Frost Giants' invasion? ”
"I-" Koto's mouth opened, the words stuck in his throat abruptly.
What Yu Stina asked, he found that he couldn't remember it all!
"Wait, wait, Sage!" Immediately, his round eyes widened in panic, "I...... I forgot! ”
"Huh? Koto, have you forgotten your memories? The little dwarf girl standing next to the dwarf was dumbfounded, "And, you...... Could it really be the dwarven prince of which clan? ”
"I don't know! I do not know! I really don't know! Koto turned his head, and in addition to panic in his round eyes, there was a hint of fear that is difficult to see in a dwarven warrior, "I...... That's what I just found out, I really forgot! ”
"However, there is always an initial cause for the phenomenon of amnesia, perhaps it is a mental stimulation or the effect of trauma." Yustina continued to remind the dwarf who suddenly discovered that he had lost his memory, "But you have also forgotten the original reason. The destruction of your clan and your survival have inadvertently mistaken you for the child of another dwarven cavewalker. ”
"No, my clan is not destroyed! Koto Hearthfire is also a member of the clan, and as long as he is alive, the clan will not be completely destroyed! Hearing Yu Stina say this, Koto's shocked expression turned to her, his voice trembling and excited, "But then again, do you know my lost memories?!" ”
At the same time, the rest of the Thorn Squad focused their eyes on the dwarf, and then invariably moved to the gray-haired Sage Lady.
The Grey Court Sage nodded, moved his footsteps under the hem of his skirt, and this time returned to the dwarf, matching the latter's height, he half-bent down and stretched out his left hand, which stretched out his palm upwards: "Just like your Asmo companion did just now, put your hand in my palm as well, and I will try to use my magic to help you retrieve your memory." ”
"Thank you so much! The warriors of the clan must not even remember their own father! In stark contrast to Dorothy's initial hesitation, Koto hastened to do so without even half a second of time to think about it, determined several times stronger than Thea, retracted the hammer from his waist, and placed his free right hand on the palm of the Sage Lady.
He said to himself that the fire was on the fire, and he couldn't wait to find out how much he had forgotten......
Yustina gently grasped his rough calloused hand, and the chant of the spell began to flow softly between her open and closed lips.
The ancient arcane spell turned into an invisible sight under some mysterious spell, reaching into the dwarf's mind like a hand. The sight of the dwarf moved the dwarf's senses, causing him to close his eyes, and his eyes opened in the image in his mind, and he was surprised to see the snow-covered white plateau from a bird's-eye view.
Yueleng Plateau - his hometown.
Looking down, somewhere on the plateau stood an iron-gray city.
The scene appeared in his mind, and then quickly zoomed in on his "vision". As he zoomed in to a palatial cave palace, he saw his allegiance to the King, Omodo Hearth, and a dwarven child under the watchful eye of the Dwarven King.
Koto looked closely, and although the dwarven child had not yet grown a decent beard on his chin, the overall shape of his face was quite similar to his, and a warrior mentor of the court was encouraging the child to hold on to a standard dwarven spear and axe under the watchful eye of the king.
"It's ...... I? Koto guessed.
However, the dwarf's thoughts could not interrupt the change in the picture. The scene suddenly resembles a fast-forward videotape, and Koto's eyes begin to widen rapidly as the dwarven child who resembles himself begins to widen, and after a few different cameras, he has grown into what he is now, but his deep eyes are as full of trusting wisdom as his majesty.
That look made him almost think he had guessed wrong—after all, to be honest, he sometimes felt like he was a little dumbfounded.
After that, the picture of memory changes again. He didn't pay attention to see it all the time, only to find that the war that he would never forget broke out in the royal city of his clan, and a soldier of the frost giants broke through the city gates, and the huge size of the army broke into his clan with huge weapons.
The dwarven prince with a pair of deep and wise eyes naturally fearlessly participated in the war to protect his homeland - in the most difficult moments of his homeland, he took the lead, inspired his comrades with his actions, and the passionate battle cry sounded in the ears of every dwarven warrior like an unyielding trumpet!
Until the moment of the accident - a giant wooden rod of a Frost Giant warrior suddenly swept by his side, and slammed into the helmet at the back of his head......