"No!" The girl in front of me pulled her sword out of my chest in despair.

It seemed to sense the loss of life in my body, the demon no longer controlled my mind, and I regained control of my body, but I was dying...... I stretched out my hand and rubbed the girl's face, squeezing out a smile with difficulty, trying to comfort her, wanting to say much, much more, but I knew that my time was running out, and the words came to my lips and merged into one sentence, "Luna...... I love you! ”

"Luna, Luna, stop fighting, stop!" , Eric rushed in panting, with irrepressible excitement on his face, "He succeeded, Trist, Trist's kid succeeded!" The demon was destroyed...... Derek will be back soon! But, Erik, my stupid brother and rival, I can't come back!

Suddenly seeing what was going on inside the house, Eric froze.

What does it feel like to die? I can't say what I'm going through for a while, but the biggest feeling is, cold! It's like falling into the sea, surrounded by cold water, like a snowy wilderness, the cold wind takes away the temperature of the whole body little by little, in fact, at this moment, I feel more that starting from my fingertips, spreading from my limbs to my body, I have lost control of my body little by little, or more accurately, I have lost my feelings.

This is different from when I was controlled by that demon, although I also lost control of myself, but my consciousness can clearly feel everything around me, but I am imprisoned in my body, but now, I feel that my consciousness is withdrawing. Still a little jealous and a little reluctant, I struggled to raise my stiffening hand and put Luna's hand in Eric's palm, because I knew that Eric was the most loving Luna in the world besides me. After I died, Luna was left to Eric to take care of, he meowed, he was so angry, it took me a full five years to take Luna's place after Eric quit eight years ago, but now, alas, forget it! It is the glory of a warrior to die heroically, Luna, my Luna has also been entrusted, die and die, what else can I not let go! It's just that what's going on with this inexplicable sadness?

My vision was a little blurry, and I could feel hot tears dripping down my face, Luna, don't cry, baby, don't cry, my Luna, my love....... In the words of Trist's black-bellied boy, may we meet again, and may we meet again in the next life.

The Trist guy also said that before a person dies, his life will quickly emerge from his eyes......

My name is Derek and I'm a wanderer.

I don't have parents, or rather, I've never seen them since I was born.

I was an outcast, and it is said that one day Fishbone Daddy had drunk too much and had not beaten a competitor, and was kicked out of his old friend's tent, and he found the cradle in the grass by the river, and I was swaddling.

As a wanderer, it is difficult to get a wife, so Fishbone Daddy can only go to some specific tents and exchange the living materials obtained from his labor to solve the exuberant energy. Until that day, the fishbone father, who had been ridiculed by his fellow wanderers for having no children and no daughters, took me back to the wanderer camp under the surprised eyes of his companions.

"I have a son!" , I heard those uncles say later, Dad smirked all day long and put this sentence on his lips.

This incident even alarmed the leaders of the Stormwind tribe, just because of suspicion, they tied up Fishbone Daddy and tortured him, but after carefully counting the population of the tribe and making sure that I was not stolen by Fishbone Daddy, as an apology and compensation for Fishbone Daddy, the old leader gave me a name, Derek.

Later, the uncles told me that the fishbone father was beaten and bruised all over his body, but he refused the old chief's material compensation, and only begged the old chief to give me a nice name.

The camp of the wanderers is a special existence compared to the large tribal villages, they maintain a state of dependence with the big tribe, enjoy the protection of the big tribe, but have to pay a high protection fee, and work for the tribesmen on weekdays, repair weapons and production and living tools, exchange information about other tribes brought by wanderers coming and going, and provide some cheap special services........

There are also some strong wanderers who remain in the hunting ranks of the tribe, and are even recognized by the tribe as a member of the tribe.

I grew up in a camp for vagrants as a child.

As I grew up, Fishbone Daddy, who had never fed only one person, took on more pressure until the fall of the year I was ten years old, when he was carried back covered in blood by his fellow hunters......

After three days in a coma in bed, Fishbone Daddy didn't make it through.

I was orphaned again.

After burying Fishbone Daddy with the help of the uncles, it was overcast and raining, and I was a little overwhelmed for a while, so I sat in silence in front of the mound, and in the mound was buried Fishbone Daddy, burying all the sunshine in my heart.

"Are you...... Derek? "I can't forget that voice, and when I turned around, I was faced with a pair of sky blue eyes, a girl about my age, with purple curly hair, soft facial lines, innocence and friendliness, which made people feel close, and most importantly, she smiled at me! It was the first time in my life that a girl of the same age smiled at me, and in an instant, I felt my heart beat half a beat slower, and there seemed to be sunshine in my empty heart again.

After all, he personally named me, and the old leader of the Stormwind tribe adopted me.

But I never saw that girl of the same age again, and I heard that she was the daughter of the leader of the Storm Tribe, but she and her brother were found to be black blood and taken to White Tower City.

Maybe it's talent, or maybe it's that my children aren't around, the old leader poured more effort into me, and I made rapid progress under the old leader's teaching. I grew up with my friends in the tribe, hunted, and had friends of my own. Except for the big guy named Swo, who was slightly better than me, I was almost invincible in the younger generation, and I became very good friends with Swo.

Of course, people can't forget their roots, and from time to time I also take the hunted prey to the wanderer's camp and distribute it to the friends of the fishbone daddy, and the uncles who treated me well when I was a child are getting old, and they have no children and no daughters, so I can only try to take care of them.

But perhaps I was destined to be cursed by fate and not deserve to be happy, the old chief died of his wounds in a border friction with the Red Maple tribe, and before he died, he looked at the beams of the roof with a distracted gaze, clutched my hand tightly, and shouted the names of his sons and daughters who had gone to other lands.

Luna, I know the girl's name that day. Letting go of the old leader's lifeless hand, I decided that if I had the chance, I would take good care of Luna and repay the old man's kindness.

Swo became the new leader, but I think he had changed, and he began to look forward, and he gradually spoke politely to our former friends, like, like the elders whom the old leader hated the most. Every time I see Swo, I always feel like he is wearing a mask, but isn't he tired? Intentionally or unintentionally, our relationship drifted apart......

The Red Maple Tribe and the Stormwind Tribe to the south are a feud with occasional friction, and the wanderer camps scattered between the two tribes often suffer together.

After another skirmish, the party disbanded, and I returned to the Wanderer Camp, where I had been here less and less often since I was accepted into the Stormwind Tribe by the old leader.

It's just that the wanderer camp in front of me is unfamiliar to me. The usual bustling camp was only a burning ruin, and the uncles who had taken care of me when I was a child, with blue faces and nooses around their necks, were dangling and shaking on the big tree in front of me, and the leaves were falling, like the rain that had fallen on the day I buried my fishbone father......

Swo refused to send troops for revenge on the grounds that the tribe needed cultivation, I know what he thinks in his heart, for the sake of the wanderer, it is not worth it to shed the blood of the Storm Tribe again! It's just that Swo is hindered by the old friendship and can't say it.

Three months later, I returned to the former wanderer's camp with the heads of twenty Red Maple Tribal patrol soldiers, and the former bustling camp was only a ruin, and 20 new mounds where my past was buried......

Until one day, I heard the news of the exile of Luna, the daughter of the former chieftain, and I suddenly had a new direction, and I inquired about Luna all the way, like chasing the last light in my life......