Schwarzer placed the only kerosene lamp beside Francano, as if deliberately trying to keep him warm at a temperature that barely had any effect.

"A gift from Leonid's wife, this thing has been with us for six years, it's not bright enough, but at least it allows us to see where Pets is, and make sure that no one is taken by the beasts on the way." Schwarzer tightened the knob to the maximum, and the gentle flame suddenly became much more apparent.

"I can see that you get along well with the locals." Draenor smiled and answered.

"Hahaha...... In fact, it was quite bad at first, the Daredevil were very xenophobic, they didn't want to trust outsiders who couldn't even understand the language. But Luna Omon is no longer the same as before, and the Daredevil need our help, and someone needs to step up and take on the role of Messenger and Vanguard. ”

"Thanks to our joint efforts, we have long been familiar with each other's existence, and we are as inseparable as a family. Of course, there is also the credit of the Leonids, who are representatives of the Canaanite intermarriage with the Daredevil, and have a lot of say in this regard. ”

"Ahh Yes! ”

Edelman, who was lying on the side of the train, suddenly called out and waved at the two people at the back of the train. Immediately after, the bearded Felex pulled the hand brake, and the wheels sparked a dazzling spark, and finally stopped at the end of the tracks.

"Unfortunately, we've only made two kilometers of railroad tracks, and we'll have to get you there on foot from now on." Schwarzer shrugged his shoulders and carried as much of the van as he could, rolled up his sleeves to show his toned triceps, grabbed the frame and flipped out.

Everyone was ready, leaving the empty train to stop where it was, and follow the bald captain towards the forest.

"So, what did you do to leave Eichenryder?" Müller raised his glasses and asked him.

I also don't want to leave, but as a prisoner of war I can only be sent to Vlaktu, and even died once, and now that I am resurrected, I stand right before you...... Draenor thought for a moment and came up with a more concise and realistic answer.

"My ship capsized, and it just happened to drift to the realm of the Blood Sect."

"Vlaktu?" Müller pulled down his glasses in surprise and stared at him.

"That's the name." He nodded, not sure why these people knew about the strange island.

"Old, you're not going to be turned into a vampire, are you? I saw you still bleeding when you were lying on the beach, but halfway through the wound was completely healed, are you still alone? The tall Darvel deliberately distanced himself from him.

"Shut your mouth! He is our compatriot! Schwarzer yelled at the young man angrily, turning his head to look at Draenor, "We want to know your previous job, you see, maybe your profession will help us." ”

To be honest, it didn't do any good... Draenor lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, but finally the truth came out.

"I used to be a soldier in Eichenryde."

The pace of the procession stopped instantly, and the five Vikings looked back at him in surprise, convinced that he had not lied.

"Queen Mary's warrior? What battles have you fought in? Müller asked, leaning over to him.

"A lot...... I don't remember exactly. The most impactful of these took place in Wallaheim, against the invading Yaridan army to the south. He lowered his voice and recalled, deliberately not announcing the outcome of the last battle.

"All three of us are from Wallaheim, and Darvel's hometown is Salzberg, which is not far from there." Schwarzer Road.

"Brother, you are the pride of Eichenryde, our Guardian!" Darvel jumped up and hugged him tightly in his arms, and Draenor felt something soak his shoulder.

From this moment on, the cage that imprisoned his heart completely melted, and he thought that he would bear the infamy of the vanquished, but he did not expect that in the eyes of the civilians, he was still a warrior of Aichenryde.

He and his comrades survived until the last moment, and even if they ended up being prisoners, it was not for nothing.

"Okay, let's talk about it later, okay?" Felex, who had been unable to speak, was a little impatient, and walked forward with the goods behind him.

"Leave the matter of Canaan to the others, we are not far from our destination, I can feel it." Schwarzer smiled and patted Draeno on the shoulder, leading the group on.

Draenor didn't know the size of Luna Omon's forest, and if he could stand on a higher hillside, he might still be able to barely remember the geography of the vicinity. But he followed the Vikings for more than a long time, and on several occasions even suspected that he had been going around in circles, until he saw a bonfire, and the pleasant flames beckoned to him like old friends.

"Leonid! Father! We've come to see you with our guests! Schwarzer unceremoniously walked over to the stranded sailboat and knocked on the blackened window.

Just as Felex walked to the door, he suddenly noticed the twitching of chains above his head, and reflexively flashed backwards, and a two-meter-high anchor smashed right in front of him.

The door was pushed open with a deliberate push, and a head poked out to look out timidly, and then the man walked out completely.

"Leonid! What do you think of us? Put away your broken traps! The frightened Felex pointed to the anchor and cursed at the man in front of him.

"Excuse me...... Occupational disease ......," Leonid said apologetically, bowing his head.

The explorer somehow got back to normal, he had new clothes, no weapons or armor, and he was as amiable as an ordinary fisherman.

"You're looking much better." Draenor stepped forward, smiling at his glowing red cheeks.

"Are you...... Old! Mr. Lopud! ”

Upon noticing Draenor's figure, Leonid almost jumped in surprise, and he hurried into the room and shouted to the crowd.

After a while, those familiar faces appeared in the doorway, and Jeanne was the first to run out when she heard the voice, bit her lower lip, and rushed forward to hug Lenlano to death.

"Idiot, idiot!!" She cursed, her fist pounding his back.

He froze for a few seconds before noticing Lopud leaning against the door, the exorcist Rao had a hideous scar on his face that stretched from his left jaw across the bridge of his nose to his forehead. Draenor could realize what had happened to him, but he couldn't imagine what a powerful enemy could have left him with such a scar.

"Where's Amoro?" The exorcist lifted his eyelids, he didn't bother to look for Amoro, and at the moment when Draenor organized the language, he seemed to have guessed the fate of another exorcist.

"We were in the deep sea ......"

"It's okay, no more ......" Lopud lowered the three-cornered hat on his head, as if trying to deliberately cover the scar, and turned to Niasha:

"Mrs. Goodberg, allow us to ......"

"Ah, please come in! Mr. Delaenau! Niasha, who was holding the baby, quickly took a few steps back and pointed to the cramped room with one hand.

Calm down, Jeanne stepped aside, and Draenor unloaded the greatsword behind him, stood it in the doorway, and walked directly to the table and sat down.

After taking a deep breath, he saw Lopud slowly walking over, believing that both sides were prepared and able to accept the fact that their partner was dead.

If he could, Delano would like to find Amoro's body and lay him in the best coffin...... But where can his soul rest? Everything that is associated with beauty is such a luxury in this nightmare, and you have to endure torture deep in your bones with every step you take......

The beautiful world that lives only in its own mind is facing death, and those who have been ravaged by nightmares will never be resurrected. But the survivors can do more than just live, if the light can dispel all darkness, someone has to wake up the sleeping sun.