Blueberry Square, where a large number of people have gathered, they are all watermelons who are not capable of going to the battlefield. When the lord and captain of the city appeared, they swarmed up and gossiped, asking about the situation in the west. Jiang Yan put his hands in his pockets and looked around Blueberry Square again.

This is the second time he has been here today, and when he came again, it was even more crowded than before the arrival of the Demon King, and the watermelons were praying here. Jiang Yan looked at the swaying crowd, felt dizzy in front of him, surrounded by watermelons, Jiang Yan saw all kinds of templates, some cute, some mature, some weak, and some resolute......

"What's wrong?" It's not the first time I've seen such a scene in Watermelon, almost every time the Demon King comes, Blueberry Square looks like this. People prayed here, and if there were brave people, they prayed for the blessings of the brave, and if there were no brave people, it became a ritual to pray for the brave to come.

The city lord watermelon comforted the people who came up and took Jiang Yan to the stone in the center. The ground was covered with Kira bone petals, which were small pale red petals, and the whole flower was only the size of Jiang Yan's little finger cover, and the petals were even smaller. Thousands of Kira bones covered the entire square, and Jiang Yan looked at it, and his eyes were full of pale red colors. People wear wreaths of Kira bones on their heads, and from time to time petals are scattered, this sense of ritual is much grander than "igniting the Europeans". Jiang Yan stepped on the petals and walked forward, the city lord watermelon took the lead, and the people in front gave in. They looked at this place curiously, it was definitely not normal for the city lord watermelon to appear here at this time.

There were a lot of people in the square, and they walked for a while before they reached the very center of the square. The large stone had lost its original pale yellow color, and its whole body was covered with reddish petals. The filthy and old Sword of the Brave stood upright in the center, like a rotten piece of wood, oblivious to everything around it.

The lord of the city, Watermelon, stood on the stone and looked down at the citizens below who were waiting for the good news. The square, which had been noisy, gradually quieted down. The noise faded from close distance, disappearing like a wave at the end of the crowd.

"Citizens! I am your lord! The city lord watermelon's arms shook, her voice followed the wind, drifted across the entire square, whispering in everyone's ears, as if she was whispering to you, Jiang Yan listened, and also felt a shock in his ears, and couldn't help but look at the city lord, "Today!" Once again, we have fought off the hated Demon King! Her dragon has no power! Her strength is weak! Our warriors are undaunted! And! ”

WTF？ You don't seem to be doing anything but shivering, huh? Anyway, how did you stop the demon king a few times ago? Wouldn't it be her own death?

"And! Today! Ice Cream City welcomes a warrior! He! It is the retinue of the brave of the last generation! ”

The city lord paused for a moment when he said this. This sentence did not cause any waves, although not many of the brave followers survived, but every one of them was propagated by the city lord, and the citizens were very clever and knew that they could not do anything. Not to mention the retinue, even the once brave man now has a living standing in front of them.

"On his body! Possess the power of the brave! That's him! Just repelled the Demon King! Defeat the Demon King from above! ”

WOC！ What the heck? I didn't do anything! The demon king is unreliable, and he dies by himself, hey!

The entire Blueberry Square was boiling in an instant. When the city lord said "the power of the brave", they began to discuss, and their words and deeds seemed to be full of vitality, which was completely different from the lifeless atmosphere when Jiang Yan came over just now, and it seemed that this sentence had infinite power.

Jiang Yan felt everyone's gaze, and only felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"So you're so powerful!" Watermelon also believed it and looked at Jiang Yan adoringly.

"Big." Jiang Yan scolded his mother in a low voice, "I just ate one of that guy's ice cream snowballs, where did the strength of the brave come from, this city lord is clearly cheating me." ”

"But I also think you have this kind of power!" Watermelon said, "You've always had a really nice smell on you." ”

"Can you smell it?" Jiang Yan knew that this should be the smell of the sun in the sunflower's mouth, but he didn't expect that the watermelon in this dream could also be smelled.

"Hmph, awesome!"

"It has nothing to do with being awesome......

"I'm sorry for making publicity for you." The city lord watermelon gave a large number of impromptu speeches, most of which were "The demon king is not terrible", "We will definitely win", "The brave will come" or something, similar to Jiang Yan listened to some inspirational lectures, with a few words in it, and keep repeating, you can become the next life "mentor", the kind of lecture tens of thousands.

"They are so desperate, as if if they lose everything if they lose the brave." In this regard, the city lord seems to have a similar idea to the demon king outside, "They need encouragement and stimulation to move on." As a city lord, I can't sit idly by and watch my people live in despair. ”

Jiang Yan looked at the city lord watermelon who was suddenly depressed, and his heart couldn't help but feel pity, and just wanted to pull a few comforting celebrity quotes, the watermelon on the side shouted:

"Can I touch that piece of wood now?"

It was the first time that the watermelon had been so close to the Sword of the Brave, and the big stone miraculously did not repel her. However, Watermelon was very disappointed, this was not a sword at all, it was just a rotten piece of wood with words engraved on both sides.

"Don't be so direct." Jiang Yan patted the watermelon's head.

The corners of the city lord's watermelon's mouth twitched, Jiang Yan, a stranger, she could still understand, after all, she didn't know the history here, and she didn't know much about the brave, how could the watermelon be like this...... Well, it seems that it is time to strengthen cognitive education in schools!

In this way, watermelon unknowingly became the second demon king in the eyes of the new generation of ice cream citizens.

"Ah, yes, yes." The city lord watermelon said, "But in front of the public, you'd better be mentally prepared." ”

As the previous brave man, the city lord Watermelon actually has an incomplete experience. She is the first brave to be cultivated by the brave, and in the past history of Ice Cream City, there is often a certain gap in the inheritance between the braves, although the Demon King will have a similar situation, but obviously the attention of the two is completely different. There are many brave people who suddenly appear when people have given up hope, some of them are bear children drawing swords to play, some are pretending to be sick in secondary school, and some are picking up firewood and going the wrong way...... Anyway, being brave is an unintentional move. Naturally, there are also long-awaited brave people, they are all the heroes of that generation, and even if they become brave, it is expected by people.

The city lord watermelon doesn't have much hope that the watermelon can pull out the sword of the brave. Although it was the first time she had seen watermelon, she also saw that she was a weak and powerless person, could this kind of person become a brave man? She didn't hold out hope.

Although the expectation of the Sword of the Brave has been greatly reduced, Watermelon is still very excited, after all, this can be regarded as the fulfillment of his dream. Jiang Yan also followed, he wanted to see how this sword was different from the wooden sword of the watermelon. The wooden sword is a thing that the watermelon only encountered a few days ago, and it stands to reason that it can't have such a long history, is it really a dream for a thousand years?

From a distance, it was indeed a piece of decaying wood, but after getting closer, Jiang Yan could see that it was extraordinary!

How can a wood rot like this and still stand? Jiang Yan had even seen the decaying hollows, crawling with brown moss and some white filaments of unknown significance. The fonts on both sides have been blurred, although the overall appearance is also in the shape of a sword, but Jiang Yan doesn't believe that this kind of thing can cut the demon king, and it is estimated that even looking at firewood is enough. The other end of the wooden sword was deeply inserted into the stone, and the stone cracked around the sword, and the cracks became thinner and thinner, and gradually twisted, forming a pattern similar to words.

Jiang Yan squatted down and wiped off the Kira bone petals on it.

From left to right, the patterns are arranged in an orderly manner, it seems to be a short name, Jiang Yan looked at the back, these are definitely names! The pattern gradually changed, and finally it became a text that Jiang Yan could understand. Jiang Lieshan, Gongsun Youxiong, Adam...... The names are arranged in a counterclockwise direction, and then the spiral spreads outward, and cracks continue to appear in the middle of the name, and there seems to be a clear difference before and after the cracks, and the font structure has also changed slightly, just like the difference between official script and regular script, and there is a situation similar to simplification. About the tenth lap, Jiang Yan finally saw a familiar name, Mendel, followed by a crack. Behind the crack, it is also the last of this ranking word, and it is written "Jiang Yan".

Jiang Yan was taken aback, what do these names represent? Jiang Yan looked at it again, trying to find out the guys he knew inside, not to mention, Jiang Yan really found a few. Jiang Yan can understand the name, at the beginning, those should be the famous leaders in the first wave of counteroffensive, due to the age, their names have been dilapidated, most of them are only named, Jiang Yan feels as if he has heard Adam's name, is the original brave (human) called this name? For this series of names, Jiang Yan suddenly had a trace of doubts about watermelon, is she really a wild plant mother who has only been born for a few years?

Jiang Yan was still thinking, and suddenly felt that someone was pulling his sleeve, and when he looked up, it was a watermelon. She already had one hand on her sword.

"What's wrong?" She seemed to whisper something, but Jiang Yan didn't hear it.

"I can't pull it out." Watermelon said in a voice that could only be heard by two people.

"If you can't pull it out, you can't pull it out." Jiang Yan was a little disappointed with this result, but now this was not his main purpose, he wanted to go back as soon as possible and try to verify the origin of these names.

"You're here to help me!" Watermelon grabbed Jiang Yan, "I feel like I'm almost strong!" ”

The watermelon caught Jiang Yan, and Jiang Yan wanted to take out a pen and paper to write a list, so he had to say a few perfunctory words.

"Okay, good, help you, help you." With that, he casually put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Suddenly, he felt a shock in his hand, and his wandering thoughts came back in an instant. In his hand, the Sword of the Brave emitted an emerald green light, and from the bottom, the blade gradually disappeared.

Jiang Yan saw the shocked eyes of the city lord watermelon and the captain watermelon. He wanted to speak, but something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and his vocal cords converberated to his mouth, and he could only make a hoarse and indistinct sound.

The Sword of the Brave gradually disappeared, and he saw that the body of the watermelon was getting lighter and lighter. She looked at her body in astonishment, her expression depressed, and her mouth seemed to be muttering something.

The Sword of the Brave turned into an emerald green light, and suddenly rushed into Jiang Yan's forehead.

"Ahem, cough, ahem!" Jiang Yan coughed violently, his body regained control, and his head was clear.

He felt someone slap him from behind.

"Are you alright, Jiang Yan? Why did you cough so badly all of a sudden? ”

It's the voice of the poplar.