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They all understand that this is a war, and sacrifice is inevitable, even if it is themselves, maybe they will fall somewhere in the forest in the near future, so even if they are burdened with the notoriety of being unkind, they will continue to walk, for the survival and victory of the entire tribe.

The figures of Alan and the others quickly fell into the bushes, leaving only a trace of cool breeze blowing on the warrior who was gradually dying. He felt his body getting cold, and he couldn't even feel the pain in his abdomen.

His vision began to blur, his vision narrowed and narrowed, and the light was rapidly fading in his eyes.

He knew he couldn't do it anymore.

Suddenly, he remembered the winter wolf hunt he had gone with his tribe last winter, when he had been a warrior of the dark trolls.

While the other seasons of the forest are a land of abundance for food, the only thing in winter is when the snow-capped beasts become extinct, most of which hibernate and never reappear, and in order to survive, the dark trolls must climb over the cliffs and reach the valley farther away to hunt a dangerous creature called the Winter Wolf.

The winter wolf is a large man, with sharp teeth and claws, and its two sharp teeth that reach down to the jaw can easily tear through any flesh and skin, and they live in groups, rarely alone, and are as fast as electricity, making them unquestionable predators. It stands to reason that the dark trolls should not take the initiative to provoke such an opponent, but driven by hunger, one of the two top predators will inevitably become food for the other.

Of course, even if you win, it's very difficult, let alone losing, and usually every time you go, someone will stay in that snow forever and never come back.

So most of the time, it's actually an exchange of interests.

Because every time, when enough corpses are left on the battlefield, the chief will take the living people to pick up the corpses of those winter wolves, and those winter wolves will also quietly retreat to the side under the leadership of the wolf king, and watch them carry away the winter wolves as food, leaving behind those sacrificed warriors, and even sometimes, the kind of people who are obviously not dead, but have been bitten off by the winter wolves, will also be left behind, because he is no longer able to climb over the steep cliffs and return to the place where they lived.

Colliver remembers his brother, and that's how he was left behind, just like he is now.

He will never forget his brother's desperate face.

He was tempted to protest, but the chief walked ahead of him, strutting forward, and the others did not look back again.

"Don't worry, he'll go to Loa." It was the only thing the chief said.

Ironically, after this year, the old leader died, the chief died, and the dark trolls changed their ways, no longer believing in Loa, but with a god named Alan. By the way, they're no longer dark trolls anymore, they're called Night Elves.

I wonder what the new gods will be like and will mercilessly accept their suffering souls?

Cleaver's eyes were completely out of sight, and he felt that his life was at the end of this moment.

However, in the midst of this infinite darkness, he unexpectedly saw a little light.

It is like a morning star in the night, constantly advancing and magnifying in his field of vision.

And then—

He saw the gods.

The light was so dazzling that he could see the human form, but he couldn't see through it, but Cliver was excited, could it really be that the gods had come to greet him.

He excitedly wanted to bow and worship, but suddenly found that he could not do these actions in the spiritual world. He could only ask with sincere fear, "Are you the God Allen?" ”

"That's right." The other side was blunt.

Cleaver became excited: "Are you here to pick me up, to the realm of the gods, and I want to be your faithful servant." ”

"No," replied Allen, "I have actually come to give you a new life. ”

"Give me life?"

"Yes, I feel that you still have a long-cherished wish to bring you back to life. Otherwise, you will die with regrets, and you will sink forever in that sea of eternal silence. ”

As Alan's words fell, the surrounding environment changed, and Cliffor felt himself sinking uncontrollably into the depths of the ocean, his eardrums were filled with the sound of pouring water, and he couldn't hear or see clearly, so it was terrible to be able to realize that he still had a mind when he couldn't feel anything.

He woke up, and his surroundings were back to normal.

If it were in the real world, Cliffor felt like he was already sweating, but now he was just caught up in one illusion after another.

"God Alan, how can we not fall into the sea of eternal silence?"

"You must have a pious heart of faith and a life without regrets, so that you can enter the world of souls full of flowers." As Alan said this, the surrounding landscape changed again, it was a picture scroll of heaven. But before Cliffor could make sense of the stunned things, his vision returned to the beginning.

"Choose, warrior, will your soul fall into the sea of eternal silence, or will you do it again without regrets, and tell me, what is the regret that will leave you behind?"

The voice in front of him was sacred and solemn, and Cleaver trusted him, and he shouted reverently: "I want to live, I still have so much to do, I don't want to be forgotten in the corner like my dead brother, noble god, please give me life!" ”

The light in front of him didn't reply, but Cliffor seemed to see his smile.

The next second, the halo grew larger, gradually filling Cleaver's vision, and after that, he opened his eyes.

For a moment, the five senses that had disappeared for a time returned, and the leaves piercing through the leaves made him a little dazzling, and then he heard the sound of birds chirping again. He saw a green patch, which became clear before his eyes, conjuring up the shape of the trunk and leaves, and he reached out and saw his fingers.

He's alive!

Cripple quickly lowered his head and examined his lower abdomen, where there were still skins and holes that had been completely blackened by blood, but the belly that should have been torn open was now not even the slightest wound.

"God forbid, Allen, it's all true!"

To be honest, before that, he didn't have much affection for the god Allen, but everyone believed it, and he just went with the flow, but at this moment, if someone said that Allen was not a god, he would be the first to jump out and duel with the other party, even if the other party was the same head as the chief Gulavo in the past.

He believed that with the protection of the gods, he would never lose.

"This time, I will definitely not have any regrets." Standing firm with his weapon in hand, Cliffor secretly swore that from this day forward, he would fight for the clan and the god Allen.

Coincidentally.

Such miracles continued to happen to the Night Elves on the first day of the confrontation between the Night Elf forces and the Forest Alliance, and they swore that they would definitely accept the resurrection of God Elen's divine light.

Of course, there are quite a few guys who are still dead.

In the face of the inquiries of their companions, these believers who were inspired by the God of Allen immediately thought of the description that God Allen had made to himself in his vision, that if he had regrets after death, he would fall into the sea of eternal silence, and if he wished, he would enter the heavenly spiritual world.

Of course, they do not say, nor do they believe that their companions have sunk into the silent depths of the sea, listening to the horrors of endless death, and they prefer to believe that the other party has entered the land of souls without regret and has found peace.

"Those brothers and sisters who died, they all went to that world peacefully." Clifford said to his fellow citizens, "And we, one day, will follow in their footsteps to that beautiful and peaceful world, but until then, let us have no regrets and fight for the glory of our tribe and the true God!" ”

"Fight for the glory of the tribe and the true God!"

Such a sound pierced the night sky along with the flickering bonfire.