After crossing the border between Asmara and Dulong, the migratory party continues southeast before entering the border between Gueland and Dulong.

Gueland is the fifth-largest northern coastal power, and the southern part of its territory was once the homeland of the Savoy people more than a thousand years ago, and the brave and powerful nomadic hunter-gatherers are no longer visible in the eastern continent. The rulers of Gereland were actually nobles who gradually expanded from the central region of the Eastern Continent to the north in the past.

Dulon, which borders the southern border of Guerland, is a landlocked country, and the relationship between the two countries can only be compared to fire and water. But Dulong and its western coastal neighbor, Hockland, are mutually beneficial. Dulong leased the port of Hawkland for a long time to build its own warships, and the cost was certainly not small.

Dulong is a tyrannical and xenophobic state, especially the remnants of defeated countries. At the end of each war, the nobles of Dulong would hang all the prisoners of war in the large square in the center of the city, and encourage the people to abuse the prisoners of war. The humiliating torture usually lasts for several days, after which the survivors are eligible to enter the slave pen in Dulong. After that, the slaves would become passive and submissive, and would not dare to say a word except to be enslaved in fear.

Dulong is one such country that is full of violence, from the aristocracy to the commoners, and is also the only country in the Eastern Continent that compels civilians to fight in times of war.

Although Dulong is only the thirteenth largest country in terms of land area among the seventeen countries in the Eastern Continent, and its south, east and north borders the first, third and fifth largest countries in the Eastern Continent respectively, due to the extremely brutal folk customs of Dulong, it has not been successfully invaded by neighboring countries for more than 100 years.

The people of Dulong are proud of their cruelty, and the status of the noble generals is measured by the number of killings. Moreover, the number of enemies killed by the soldiers under the noble generals is also directly related to the change of the general's status and the rewards received by the soldiers. But the battles in which the people of Fandulong participated, everywhere they went, were strewn with corpses and stumps all over the ground, and they were terrible to see. For most aggressor countries, reducing the population of the invaded country is only a necessary means for the conqueror to weaken the other country.

As long as the migratory party successfully crosses the border between Gueland and Dulon, they will reach the Arc Lake Valley. However, in the densely populated Eastern Continent, even in the wilderness, the probability of not encountering any Lepeilian people after walking for more than ten days is very low.

On this day, they had to pass through an overgrown wilderness, with no towering trees nearby, mostly half-man-tall weeds and bushes, which made it very difficult to walk. Moreover, the area was full of thorns, and the slightest mistake would cut through the flesh, and they had to slow down.

The three Lepelians who were traveling with him were much smaller than the streamers, but they insisted on following Priest Sirwin all the way, trying to walk at the front of the line. Because they know that once they fall at the end of the migration procession, they may no longer be able to catch up with the pace of the streamers. If the priest did not open his mouth to rest on the way, the procession would not have stopped easily.

But there was something unusual about this day, for after entering the center of the wilderness, passing through a dense thicket, the flaming child suddenly stopped, and the priest of Sylven, who had been walking beside him, stopped his steps, and the whole procession slowed down.

The priest bowed down his tall body, landed on one knee, and then stretched out a hand and gently brushed away the dense grass and bushes in front of him. Immediately, at the child's feet, a clenched fist appeared, as if it was grasping something important, very hard, and there was no sign of loosening.

The arm was covered in blood, and a heavy iron ring was clasped around his wrist, with a rusty chain attached to the end of which was another equally scarred hand. Looking forward along the arm, a bloody neck appeared, also wearing an iron ring around the neck, and a half-cut iron chain hanging from the back of the neck. But the half of the chain didn't look like it had been cut or pulled, and its end should have been locked somewhere, right?

It was clearly a Lepelian man with shackles. He was face down, blood curdling on his short brown hair, making him look filthy and foul-smelling. He lay naked in the thorny grass, with not even a thing to hide. The pair of iron rings on the feet that were old and deep had already ground the ankles into a blur of flesh and blood, and the white bones were faintly visible, and the situation was quite miserable.

No one doubted that the tragic appearance would not be able to survive. However, when the priest had cleared the grass, the wounded man, who had been lying stiffly on the ground, suddenly raised his head. He struggled to prop his chin on the thorny ground, barely lifting his face, and then opened his eyes. It was a pair of green eyes, and their gaze was as sharp as a glow, not at all like the eyes of a dying man. However, in those eyes that were like the color of midsummer, they were full of indescribable sadness and resentment, as well as an extreme longing.

He struggled to brace his eyelids, stared at the feet standing in front of him, and gritted his teeth, "Whoever you are, please save me......! Someday, someday, I'm going to destroy this world with my own hands......"

Streamers are naturally not a kind race, but unexpectedly, the child nodded without hesitation: "Hmm." Although there was not the slightest hint of pity in his expression.

After receiving the answer, the wounded man on the ground finally closed his eyes with peace of mind, and fell into a coma.

The child turned to look at the priest, but it didn't seem to ask for his opinion, it seemed that he was just looking at him, but the priest seemed to understand something, and then nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Future Sukarana always felt that something was wrong, so he spoke: "That person is obviously dying, and he actually threatens to destroy the world, I'm afraid he is a very dangerous guy, why did he promise to save him?"

Modi and Tivod looked at Priest Sylven in equal confusion. The monstrous hatred in the eyes of that person is so obvious, it doesn't look like he's joking, the guy who threatens to destroy the world when he is dying is really difficult to win sympathy, but it makes people more vigilant, maybe it's better not to save it, right?

But Priest Sylven was unmoved, and even as he stood beside the filthy wounded, his voice was as pale as water: "It is not he who is really dangerous, but the source of that dangerous idea." If he had the opportunity to feel good things, there was no reason to remember only hatred. Whether it's love or hate, the power of change is in people's souls. ”

Hearing this, the three Lepeilian people were all speechless, and they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. All along, the traditional concept of justice granted to them was aimed at punishing evil and promoting good. It is generally believed that all ugly things must be destroyed, that all things that are not true should not exist, and that only by destroying the ugly and wrong can the world become what some people want.

However, people have never thought about what is causing the so-called "ugliness" and "mistakes"? If we do not think about the root causes, but only blindly destroy those things that are inconsistent with the basic concept of justice, then what will the world become in the end? Perhaps, this is the root of endless wars? After all, people have long been accustomed to taking their own values as the norms of the world.

Priest Sylven slowly stretched out his clean, beautiful, shimmering hands and laid them over the filthy shackles of the wounded, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the heavy, filthy iron rings were broken one after another. The priest gently turned the prostrate body over so that he was facing the sky. It was only then that everyone was shocked to find that the front body was as scarred as the back. In particular, the left side of the victim's face has lost a piece of skin on his cheek, and although it is not particularly large, it still makes people feel numb in the scalp.

Of all these injuries, none were minor. But what is amazing is that although he is covered in filth, his bones are visible, and his time seems to be short, there is no suppuration in a single place, and his body miraculously does not show symptoms of high fever.

Silo walked over, took a closer look at the injury, and then sighed, "What a great Lepelian!"

Xiliu next to him also said: "He used his soul power to protect himself unconsciously. Although he should not have understood this power, it is already remarkable for the Lepelians. ”

The priest moved his hand to the wounded's head, and the vein-like streamers of light under the skin on the back of the hand seemed to grow brighter. After he stopped, the streamer slowly returned to his usual tune. Seeing this, Future Sukarana no longer hesitated, and quickly took out a clean robe from his bag and carefully covered the naked wounded man.

"Was your priest healing him just now?" Tivod whispered to Silo next to him, unable to understand the streamer's language. Although he didn't know why, he felt that it was very magical, if he had known that there was such a simple treatment, then he would have been cheeky to ask the streamer to help the adult heal anyway.

"The priest was not trying to heal him, but was just guiding him to continue unleashing the healing power of his soul. Almost all of his wounds are fatal, and it is a miracle for a Lepelian to be able to hold on until now. In fact, for that level of serious injury, there is no cure with medicine, and there is only one way that can really be cured, and that is his own soul power. ”

"However, wasn't my adult healed by herbs before, and although his injuries didn't seem to be as serious as that person's, they almost killed him. Tiward said puzzled.

"External forces alone can't cure all injuries. "Only the power of the soul, the power of wisdom that creates life, can create the miracle of resurrection." ”

"I ...... I don't quite understand......" Tiward looked dazed, obviously not understanding.

"Every life has a soul. But the difference is that the streamer can clearly feel the existence of soul power and can consciously use that power, but Lepeilian has not really realized this. Siloh explained.

"However, if the Lepelian people are not aware of the existence of the so-called soul power, how can that person use it to heal himself?" the more Tivod thought about it, the more confused it became, and Silo's words sounded a little contradictory.

"Out of an instinct of self-preservation, this strong instinct stimulates his soul and gives him the strength to live. In ancient times, the streamers discovered the existence of that kind of power, so they called it 'soul power', but this is really just our subjective name. For the current Lepeilian people, it may still be difficult to understand. So, you just have to know that this is a great force that creates life. This force still controls your breathing when you're asleep, keeps your blood flowing when you're unconscious, and stops the bleeding when you accidentally cut your fingers...... Although you are not aware of this power, it is always there to protect your life. One day, if you are clearly aware of his existence, then you will be able to gain infinite wisdom and power. ”

"It sounds like a great thing, but after all, it is an ethereal thing, how can it be proved to exist and be effective?" Tiward shook his head disapprerovingly, after all, he had been following the erudite and talented Silent Di since he was a child, and he was more learned than ordinary people, and he naturally had doubts about those ethereal and unprovable things.

This made Silo once again deeply aware that the difference between the streamers and the Lepeilian people was indeed mainly ideological, not biological. Although there is no communication barrier when talking about obvious things, it becomes very difficult to communicate deeply, especially when it comes to things that are difficult for Lepelian people to perceive clearly. What's more, many concepts in the streamer language are far from being enough to express in the Leipeilian language, because there are no similar words in the Leipeilian language.

Still, Siloh pondered it for a while before patiently explaining, in a metaphorical way that was easy for Lepelian to understand: "Suppose there are two people who have no food or water, and they are lost in the desert. One of them saw a river clearly in his mind, and he firmly believed that the river was not far ahead, and he persevered in the direction where the river in his heart was, and finally he would be able to get out of the desert alive. On the other hand, if his heart is full of boundless desert, despair will make him lose the motivation to move forward, and he will definitely die in the desert. The power of the soul is powerful because it allows you to see the infinite possibilities of the future, giving you a clear vision in advance. Only those who can clearly see the future will not look left and right, and only those who will always focus on the goal of the soul without distraction can do their best to create the future in their hearts. Therefore, your actions must also be firmly in line with what the mind has shown you. The power of the soul is precisely the kind of creative wisdom that can motivate people to move forward, and it is not a delusion that is not unearned. ”

After hearing this, Tiward waved his hand in disappointment and said with a smile: "You said so much, but I don't think there's anything remarkable about 'soul power'. Everyone understands this truth, in short, it means that you have to work hard to get what you want, but this doesn't seem to have any necessary connection with the so-called soul power, right? ”

"Uh......" Silo was dumbfounded. In fact, people who only know how to work brutally but do not know how to think, sometimes even if they try their best, they are likely to make no progress, and there are countless Lepeilians who work hard and are difficult. Tiward apparently did not understand the true meaning of soul power, and some of the points of view, which seemed to be the same, were in fact just parallel lines that were close but never intersected. This conversation made Silo more deeply realize the differences between the two races, which could not be explained by just a few simple words of Lepelian, and it was obvious that it was difficult for them to communicate in depth, so Silo had to end the conversation.