When he returned to the group, Draenor noticed the faint sobbing sound in front of him, a kind of grief that was deliberately concealed.

Jett, who was rescued by the two, had her hair almost frozen to hard thorns, her lupine-like eyelashes dyed white by the snow, and she shrunk into Jeanne's arms like a helpless stray cat.

Draenor reacted immediately, turning around and lying on the edge of the cave, shaving through the snow around him.

"What about Sado? Why are you stunned? Get him out of here! ”

As his fingers touched the halfling's face, Draenor stopped, looking at the half-buried body in the snow and impaled by the beam, closing his eyes. There was no superfluous sound around, not even the cold wind stopped.

The sun had come out, but there was still a dead silence around us.

A hand rested lightly on Draenor's shoulder, and when he looked back, Viklico shook her head inconspicuously with her eyelids half-down.

Draenor gently brushed away the snow that covered the halfling's chest and gently laid his body flat on the snow. Sado was dead, his chest like ice and he couldn't hear any life.

At the moment when the avalanche hit, he hugged his wife without hesitation, and used his body to block a few horizontal logs as sharp as spears, so that he still supported himself at the last moment when he was buried by the heavy snow, leaving a space for Jett to breathe with his thin arms.

The frozen arms were still in a clenched position, and the eyes were closed, as if they were still fighting against the terrible catastrophe.

Jett never dared to look back, she just trembled and sobbed, without saying a word, and buried her head in Jeanne's chest with all the strength she had left, desperately trying to escape from this cruel reality.

Ten minutes later, Jett adjusted her breathing and knelt beside her husband. She removed her gloves, a metal ring tapping on the first knuckle of her ring finger, a dull sheen flowing in the dim light of the sun, but Delano knew it was definitely not gold.

Jett stroked her husband's cold face with her hand. She knew it was irreparable.

"Sado is my hero, we vowed to give ourselves to each other forever, but we didn't expect it to be in such a form......"

The crowd wrapped Sado's body in blankets and tied them with a short piece of string, hoping to replace the extravagant coffin.

Draenor picked up the blanket, took the frightened Cooper, and followed Jett and Jeanne towards the snow-capped hills west of the lake.

According to the custom of halflings, when a person dies, he takes a green leaf in his mouth and buries the body where the sapling grows. They believe that life does not arise in a vacuum, let alone disappear forever, it will only continue to be transmitted in nature like any kind of energy, and plants are the best destination for life.

In the closest corner of the hill to the sky, the group shoveled away the snow that covered the ground, and just as Draenor was about to dig down, Cooper stepped forward and stopped Draenor's arm.

"I'll leave the rest to me first......"

This was the first time he had seen Cooper so calm, and although all this had nothing to do with the dwarven uncle, he could see that Cooper still felt a little guilty about the death of a halfling.

Uncle Dwarf dug a shallow grave with an axe, and after Jett had said his final goodbyes to her husband and removed the ring from his left hand, Draenor gently placed Sado's body in the grave.

Standing on the edge of the tomb and looking at Sado's sleeping body, Delano gently pressed his palm to his chest in silence to pay tribute to his friend who had been with him for a long time.

There was no tombstone, and the crowd only covered Sado, who was wrapped in a blanket, with soil little by little, as Jett requested, and she broke off a twig from the branch of the cedar and planted it carefully and gently in front of her husband's grave.

"Let's go first, leave her a little space."

Vekiriko patted Draenor on the back and led the group to a clearing at the bottom of the hillside.

Just as Draenor turned to leave, Jett could no longer contain her grief, and she fell to her knees on the cold snow, covering her face with her hands and sobbing silently.

Draenor looked sideways at the kneeling figure, and instead of crying heartbreakingly, the young woman remained silent as if in prayer. He admired this strength a little, and the more she was silent, the more sour Draenor felt inside.

He had only known Sado for a short time, but he was sure that he had already figured out the character of the halfling somewhat. Like most mature men, he is silent and hardworking, but this is not accommodating anyone, but it is completely out of the deep love for his wife in his heart.

After so long in the snowfields with his wife and partner, but never being able to create any masterpieces, it is clear that he is not a great artist. But the silent dedication and companionship of more than ten years is the only gift he can give to his wife, even at the last moment of his life, the first thing he thinks of is Jet, it is not difficult to see that Sado is undoubtedly a rare good husband.

"Although life and death are common, such an ending is too inopportune." Vicilico sighed and shook her head.

Indeed, none of this can be easily changed by anyone. Draenor was more worried about Jett's mental state than about Sado's death, and the couple had been wandering in the snow for more than a decade and had no fixed home, and the only thing they could rely on for so long was each other.

"I don't know if such a tragedy has happened, can the little girl continue to take us out of the snowfield......"

"Little girl? What nonsense are you talking about? Vekirico turned to Draenor and asked, "Don't forget that she's a Celestial Spirit Clan, and she can be considered a race that lives longer than the Blood Sect, according to Moran's age..... Although he looks like he has just come of age, Jett is at least over a hundred years old. ”

"Yes...... It seems that I still don't fully understand the way you calculate your age. Draenor casually replied, he didn't care about Jett's age.

"Normal, you didn't hear Jett when you got back to camp. According to her father's intentions, she was supposed to marry a rich son, but she was expelled from the village because she fell in love with Sado, who was a halfling, and she chose to come to this snowy field in desperation. Luckily, they were both artists with dreams, eager to be recognized by Nagasios and live happily ever after. ”

As she spoke, Viklico kicked away the snow on the ground, looked at the "Red Knight" who was kneeling on the hill and shook her head, "At least until then, the two of them had always planned to do so. ”

I can't say for sure...... Her husband, who has been with her for more than ten years, left her like this, and I believe that Jett will always be shrouded in the shadow left in a short period of time.

Draenor is not very good at comforting people, not to mention that the other party is a widow alone. Even if she was strong enough to suppress her grief and continue to lead the group to Nagasus, it was hard to guarantee that Jett would survive in that environment.

In the silence, there was a slow-paced footstep around him, it was Jett.

She walked towards everyone with the unsuitable helmet in her arms, her eyelashes covered with a thin layer of silver frost, tears that had condensed into snow remained in the corners of her eyes, and a necklace appeared on her chest, and it was nothing else that fell in the air, it was the metal ring that belonged to her husband.

"It's time for us to go.....," she said, lowering her voice, not knowing if it was to suppress her unconscious sobbing, "Nagasios is still waiting for me, and Sado's dreams are still waiting for me. ”