The sun faded before Draenor's eyes, with dense jungles to the north and even larger ruins to the south. But it is in such a deserted place that the stars shine extraordinarily.

Draenor stared at the starry sky, the last time he could look up at the stars in such a comfortable way was in the convent room. After so many years of training, he has grown into a warrior. But the starry sky is still just a starry sky, hanging in the sky carefree, except for glowing, it is as silent as ever.

Someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder, turned and looked up, it was Jeanne.

She stepped over the threshold of the temple and leaned down to sit down.

"Jeanne? It's still early for the changing of the guard, so let's go back and rest for a while. He helped Jeanne to sit beside him, but he himself was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. But if someone has to be sober, he still wants it to be himself.

"It's okay, I've been trained in the long hunt before, and I'm used to fragmented sleep. You must be tired, you don't have to hold on. Jeanne sat obediently less than a finger's width away from Draenor, a gentle smile on her face.

"Sooner or later, I'll never wake up, so now, I want to enjoy the feeling of being alive for a while." Draenor didn't know what he was talking about, as if it was very esoteric.

But six days passed, and there was still no clue about the antidote. Draenor was a little anxious, maybe one day he would wake up and find that he had completely become a beast without reason.

"I ...... It seems that I can't understand the big truth, alive? What kind of life did Mr. Draenor live? Jeanne closed her eyes and smiled bitterly, her thick eyelashes covering her cheeks like black velvet. However, from never knowing each other to fighting side by side, she has been unclear about Draenor's past for so long.

Delaeno didn't know where to start, being displaced, adopted by the monastery, joining the barracks, going to war, and finally being exiled to Vlaktu as a prisoner. Leaving one group of people and then touching another, he never had the opportunity to take the initiative to evaluate his own life.

It's not so much about life as it is a story about the miserable life of the Canaanites.

"How so...... Do you know 'opera'? Draenor asked, smiling.

"Song...... Drama? The first time Jeanne heard the word, she hadn't heard it from the tribe, and she didn't know if it belonged to the Missalan or Licous languages.

"It's a kind of 'performance', where many people dress up as characters in a story, and use their singing voices and musical instruments to tell people interesting stories." Draenor gestured with his hand in the air, and Jeanne seemed to have imagined the spectacle.

"It must be a wonderful performance, and if I have the chance, I hope to see such a happy scene with my own eyes!" Jeanne looked at the starry sky in front of her, her heart full of infinite reverie.

"Yes, we'll have a chance...... But opera is not only a joyous scene, some of them make people laugh, some of them bring tears to their eyes, and my previous stories are like operas, but they are more sad. ”

Delaenor's eyes were filled with memories of the past, imprinted in his mind like a marquee.

"When I was only five years old, the enemy of the north crossed the mountains at night and set my home and that of other children into flames. An officer rescued me and took me to the barracks to live together, and from that moment on, the battle became the most important part of my life.

Joy, life, sorrow, these words have been left behind on the battlefield, and there are always only two choices before me: live, or die...... I'm sorry, this story is a bit sad, isn't it? ”

Draenor noticed Jeanne's silence, her head hanging down, her slender black hair covering her eyes. He was afraid of affecting Jeanne's mood, so he quickly changed the topic,

"Hahaha, but fortunately, I was saved by Vicky at the time of my death, although I encountered a lot of difficulties on the journey with you, but fortunately, everyone has their own strengths, and we can get to where we are today! Life goes on, doesn't it? ”

"No......"

Jeanne's deep voice reached Draenor's ears, and she slowly rose to her feet, stooping to pick up a fallen wildflower from a gap in the stone staircase.

"I don't really understand 'opera' or anything, but life is life. I grew up in the bosom of nature, and there were many things that I could only hear about, but never seen. But those are just embellishments, they don't determine my life. ”

Jeanne smiled and gently put the wildflowers in her ear, opening her arms to feel the night breeze blowing.

"Trees, grasses, herbivores, carnivores, these are the most important things that make up our lives. No matter how powerful and wise, we will always be a part of nature, and the greatest gift that Mother Nature has given us is the right to choose. Great or small, these are our own choices. ”

Draenor never imagined that Jeanne would suddenly say so many words, annoyance, sadness, jealousy, these dark emotions never seemed to be seen in her. She is like an innocent child, just feeling the gift of nature with her heart.

"My father told me before he left that if you find prey, catch it. As long as you don't hurt your companion and don't violate your conscience, you have to rush to it bravely.

Miss Vicky said something similar before you left the Tribe. I'm a hunter and I've found my destined prey, so I'll always follow 'him' and that's my life. ”

Jeanne smiled and bent down, leaned forward, and took Draenor in her arms. Draenor could feel the warm breath in his ears, a pure, almost transparent heart drawing him in like a magnet.

Jeanne opened her lips slightly, leaving a shallow kiss mark on Draenor's ear.

"Now my 'life' is right in front of me, Mr. Delaenau, what about you?"

Draenor's eyes trembled a little, he truly understood Jeanne's inner thoughts, but there was no answer in his heart that could reply to Jeanne. The full moon is approaching, and there is not much time left before he becomes a beast, and only when it is all over will "life" really begin.

"It's all like a dream, and when we wake up, we'll go back." He spread his arms and stroked Jeanne's warm back.

"Well, it's not over yet...... Don't be pushy, get some sleep and prepare for what's next! Regaining her full energy, Jeanne smiled at Draenor and adjusted herself to turn to the people of the temple.

Cooper's purr was louder than a boar's, and Vicrico curled up quietly in her shawl like a baby.

"I hope you don't suddenly appear in my dreams......"

Draenor said to Viklico with a wry smile. He couldn't bear the torture of fatigue, and the drowsiness flooded his whole body like a tidal wave, and it seemed that his center of gravity began to shift slowly. He walked to a blank brick floor of the temple and collapsed, letting the dream devour him mercilessly.