(Artist: Unable to change the plot that should have happened is the real powerlessness)

"The rift in the flag can be repaired, but something is missing."

Hearing my words, the generals here seemed to be in a trance, nodded and said:

"Tomorrow, I'll let you go."

The voice was inexplicably calm, and although it seemed very lonely, I didn't doubt it.

But changes in the world are often unexpected.

"Run, they're in."

The poorer it is, the brighter the hearts of the people, but after a few days of chatting, today is the thirtieth day, and I have tried countless times, but I still can't repair the picture scroll on the wall.

The soldier at the door shouted at me, and I shook my sore wrist and looked at his face.

The face without the armor was covered with dust, and a faint trace of blood could be seen.

I stretched out my hand and wiped his face, and my tone was very leisurely, and I couldn't hear a trace of panic:

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I'll fight until the last moment."

Although he was a little embarrassed, there was a terrible fanaticism in the eyes of the soldier, and the look in his eyes was no stranger to me.

I saw it in the other day with a mother who had been robbed of a toddler, but I was just an ordinary homeless person who could not do anything to watch that mother die under the sword.

I have long heard that there are no weak soldiers under strong generals, but seeing it with my own eyes, it is another matter.

The gate had been breached, and the general with his men stood guard in front of the gate, and the homeless had long since fled, but the cold had not fled, and although he seemed to be a little dizzy from hunger, he was still in the corner of the city, looking around, as if waiting for someone.

"You, aren't you running?"

I walked in front of him, although there was chaos everywhere, my face was a little pale, but the inexplicable confidence was born out of nowhere, and the cards in my arms were warm, making me feel as if my strength had not been used up.

"No need."

He shook his head, with an inexplicable relief on his face:

"I can die with you, and I don't have to worry about becoming a lonely ghost."

"Believe me or not."

"Plop."

At some point, a rocket rushed from the sky and hit the general's shoulder, and the general seemed to have no extra strength and finally fell to the city gate.

"You, what's wrong?"

Han Liang looked at me with helplessness in his eyes, and still took my hand and ran towards the city, aimlessly, but he quickly fell, and when I pulled him up, he smiled bitterly:

"I, I can't run, you still have the strength, you must live."

"Do you want to live?"

I repeated the words, picked up his dirty body, and walked unhurriedly towards the chamber in front of me.

His eyes were closed, and although he still had a faint snort, he was still dying.

It wasn't that there were no soldiers who had ever passed by, but they all turned a blind eye and acquiesced in my entry.

I put the cold on the straw beside me, and then took out the token in my arms, on which my name had been formed at some point.

I knelt on one knee in front of the wall, the scroll on which had tried to be repaired, but had not been repaired, the token shimmered brightly, and I heard a voice ring in my heart:

"Figured it out?"

"Subordinate Chenxi, see the pioneer."

A strange apparition formed on the wall in front of me, cutting me off from the place, and I couldn't hear a sound at the moment.

"Can you, take him with you."

I gestured to the cold that had fallen to the ground.

"Yes."

When I heard this reply, I was relieved.

But the voice soon continued:

"It's just a matter of moving from one dead end to another."

I shook my head, the current chaos of war, recuperation is just a luxury, I can't heal him, but if you follow the man with the flag on the wall, you have a chance to break through the slightest possibility.

Two streams of blood flew towards me and the cold light, and soon I felt that the wounds on my body were completely healed, and a thick layer of dirt had formed, and most of the impurities in my body were cleaned in a moment.

The same is true of the cold on the side, although there is a foul smell at the moment, but I don't feel anything, after a long war, dirty mess is just ordinary.

The voice rang out again:

"Go ahead, you can bathe in the third corner, and as for the clothes, you can draw them yourself."

The cold seemed to have woken up from his slumber, but still a little weak, and I helped him to the great pool where the soldiers had washed.

Although there are no good conditions, simple washing is obviously not a problem.

After washing, I moved the brush in my hand, and two rough clothes fell out of the air.

Not caring about feeling the magic of the token, I turned around and tried to rush out of the secret room and save the general.

"You can't change the plot that should be developing here."

The voice sounded in my mind again, and although I was confused, I stopped and waited quietly for him to continue his analysis.

"Your abilities, connivance and use here to change their ending, will also be restored to normal after you are gone, unless you leave the token, then you can still influence this place with your indigenous identity."

"Can't you change it..."

The corners of my mouth were a little astringent, I shook my head, and then I held the cold on the side and whispered:

"So where should we go now?"

The voice was gone, as if it had never existed.

Walking out of the street, the city was shattered, and the houses still had the light of the unburned fire.

Han Liang seemed to be about to rush forward, but I stopped him, he looked at me suspiciously, I shook my head helplessly, and didn't say anything.

Since I was activated, my brush has become very magical, I can draw all kinds of things, and passers-by don't seem to see us, even if I run to say hello to others, I just don't see them.

The corners of my mouth were a little astringent, but it wasn't that I didn't understand, it wasn't that I ignored it, but I couldn't see our existence at all, I didn't know much about the pioneers, but since I had made a choice, I and Han Liang had no way out.

"What's going on?"

Han Liang looked at me suspiciously, I took the wine jug I drew in my hand, poured out the wine, the corners of my eyes were a little moist, the last time I drank was a corner from someone else, but I was very obsessed with the taste.

At this moment, I can finally be unrestrained, but I am very confused.

Because I don't know if the power that can't help anyone can be considered a power.

Han Liang took the flask I had drawn again, put it to his lips and took a sip, then spit it all out, and I remembered that he was too young to touch anything like this.

"If you can't get used to it, just drink water."

But he seemed to get stubborn, picked up the flask and poured it into his mouth, and then his throat seemed to be spicy, and he jumped on the ground.

"Ugh."

I looked at the ruins around me, I never had an impression of where this was, but after all, it came to an end, although I took a memory, but I had a strong premonition in my heart, I and the cold amount, it is impossible to stay here for too long.

"Help me."

I don't know how many miles I walked, this is an old man, although he can't see us, but he still stretches out his hand in the direction of no one, the old lips are full of cracks, and his face is full of tiredness.

Han Liang took the flask and tried to pour it into her mouth, I grabbed his wrist and shook my head, the man gave us not salvation, as he said, from one dead end to another.

Even his own fate cannot be changed, let alone help people in the war.

Sure enough, the wine ran down her lips and fell to the ground as if it were nothing, and the cold was stunned, as if she had never imagined that the ending would be so ridiculous.

I moved the corners of my mouth slightly, and said softly with astringency:

"We, we are not qualified to change everything that should have happened."

"Bump."

The flask in his hand fell to the ground, and the perspective was still on the old body, and a soldier who rushed in plunged his sword into her body and passed through us, Han Liang holding his head in his hands, as if he had lost the ability to speak.

"It's time for us to go."

The blood on the ground had not yet dried, and the cold was motionless as if it had lost its soul, and my perspective stayed on the generals in the city.

The armor had long been shattered, and there were many sword feathers inserted in his body, and the palm of his hand was still tightly gripping the blade in his hand, and he never put it down when he died.

I walked up to him, closed his eyes, and lowered the token, letting the wind and sand blow the hair on my face and stain my body with a little blood.

"Stomp, stomp."

My steps were not hurried, and my soldiers rushed into the city, but my exit from the city was not hindered in the slightest.

I don't know how many miles I walked, but I put the general in my hand aside, dug a deep pit in the ground with my hand, put him in the pit and filled it in.

That's all I can do.

I don't know how he had to do with the pioneers, but as the man said, we don't have the luxury of a good ending, and death may be the only destination.

Han Liang followed me at some point, looked at my bloody hands, shook his head, and handed me the token I had dropped on the city.

I took the token he handed me, and the wound on my hand healed quickly, but my eyes remained confused, as if I had lost my direction, and I didn't know where to go.

"I thought clearly, since we chose him, we should rush to the end, even if it is a cliff, we should jump down."

I looked at him with some emotion, and the instant clarity in those eyes made me understand what it meant to be a pioneer.

The road is always stepped out by myself, and in a trance I seem to hear someone's voice, telling me that the road is extremely end, and I can be a pioneer.

"Let's go, hopefully one day in the future, we can decide the ending for ourselves."

I held the brush in my hand, and under the special effect of the token, I wrote strange handwriting on the wall, and Han Liang didn't seem to understand these handwritings, and looked at me with puzzled eyes.

I smiled and didn't explain, and after writing this, I began to walk on the road with the cold amount that I didn't know the result, the path drawn by the brush, the cold amount seemed to be a little panicked, but seeing me walk in front, he also hurriedly followed.

"Subordinate Chenxi, knock on the pioneer."

At the end of the invisible road, I arched my hand, with respect in my eyes, the place where the flag appeared was the distance we yearned for.