I led Agmar to the center of the mercenary camp, and a few panicked slippers fell under my guns before they could raise their guns. Looking at the flame that spat out from time to time from the muzzle of my gun, watching the flame die quietly after blooming, Agmar said nothing. She just followed me, following my steps, walking calmly.

In the light of the fires all around, I could see Agma's face clearly. Agmar's face was bright and her eyebrows were beautiful, and she didn't look like she usually saw it. Agmar's expression was full of confidence, a confidence that could almost be considered proud. She stood on the moorland with a fluttering look, and she seemed to take a long breath. Agmar stood for a moment, then slowly turned and walked away from me. But Agma didn't take a few steps, and with a glance and a wave of his hand, he began to dance across the wasteland. I watched her stretch, dance wildly, stand out in a world of glittering passion. I saw that sometimes her long hair was flying, sometimes graceful, as if she was dancing alone in a still world. This dance is so elegant, so calm, without the slightest trace of artificiality and carving. It's a dance I've never seen before, like a rising flame, with the rhythm of the mountain breeze, with the charm of flowing with enthusiasm, with the melody of burning and rising. It has the form of fire, the leap of fire, the enthusiasm of fire, the wildness of fire, the selflessness of fire, the indomitable and unrestrained agitation of fire. Every movement, every gesture, every beat of her touched my heartbeat. This dance does not belong to anyone, not even to this world. This dance belongs only to the dancing Agma herself.

I was amazed to find that the dance that Agmar was dancing at this time was thrilling in the light of the fire. Agma didn't seem to be tired at all, she just jumped, like a tireless elf. I looked at Agma in the light of the fire, and gradually forgot that it was a wasteland, as if it were a luxurious top stage where one of the finest dancers was performing. In a bitter cold land, on a cold night, in a raging war, a beautiful girl, with her endless spirit, endless vitality, and the rhythm of her life, jumped this wasteland into the most beautiful stage in the world. made her dance the most moving dance in the world.

At this moment, I could not see anything in my eyes, only the dance of fire between heaven and earth filled with the light of the fire in the light of the fire.

When Agma stopped dancing in front of me, I was still looking at her in a daze, not reacting to what was going on. It wasn't until she tugged at me hard that I reacted, took Agma's outstretched hand, and danced with her.

At this time, Agma's dance was as soft as boneless, and every movement was as smooth as water. I saw a little flame flickering in the depths of her eyes. Is that a ray of light that leads me in the boundless darkness? I felt something hot rise up in my body. Agma dances in a peculiar rhythm, her every rise and fall tugging at the heartstrings. Her rhythm guided me, and I gradually felt that I was gone, and then the world was gone, and there was only that flame between my heaven and earth. In this space, at this time, I became a moth to a fire. All my direction, all my efforts, all my strength and dedication, are just to throw myself into that flame. Agmar's dancing rose like a flame, and rose and fell like a wave of heat, as if it were enveloping me, drowning me. In this fire-like enthusiasm, every movement seems to be confiding, pouring out a beautiful time flowing in the blood, and pouring out a romance that grows in the breath. Finally, I finished the process of rushing into a flame, and the flame dissolved and made me feel like my whole body was glowing, standing up to the sky, like a phoenix had been nirvana. At this time, Agma is like a little butterfly, standing on the branches of early spring, fluttering among the blooming flowers, and indulging in the stamens full of thoughts.

At this time, I opened my arms and took Agma into my arms. Agma looked up at me, and in that moment, I saw that there was no flame in Agmar's eyes. I saw a shouting man in her eyes, who looked nervous and covered in blood. Suddenly, I recognized that it was Aya. Aya opened her mouth wide and was calling desperately. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hear Aya crying out. But her struggling look made my heart sink.

At that moment, I was awakened by a startled voice from Agmar.

Agma suddenly broke free from my embrace, and she said in amazement, "What's wrong with you? Why can't I feel your temperature now? I can't feel your breath? I can't feel your heartbeat? I can't feel your strength either? ”

Agmar's question stunned me. It's a question I've never thought about.

The flames around him were extinguished, and Dole ran over with his gun.

Doler said, "Master, everything has been destroyed, all the people have run away. ”

I nodded, "We need to go back quickly." ”

Doler said, "Master, do we still have something to do?" ”

Agma looked at me a little puzzled, "Now, isn't it all over?" Why rush back? It's not going to be a final battle before dawn, is it? ”

I couldn't quite say what I had just seen in Agmar's eyes, but I thought about it, and said, "There's probably something going on at the temple, we have to get there!" ”

Agma was a little puzzled, "How do you know?" The temple is heavily guarded, what can happen?! ”

I said, "I don't know what's going on at the temple, but just now, I heard your master's cry for help. If something didn't happen, how could your master ask for help?! ”

Without further ado, I took Dole in one hand and Agma in the other, and set out on the return journey as fast as I could. I knew in my heart that what I had just seen in Agmar's eyes was not an illusion.

We made our way to the last valley leading to the tribe almost without a footbreak, and I briefly told the old man and the others about the situation outside, and told them that the last camp of the mercenaries had been destroyed. Let them hold on to this valley, and never let a mercenary enter the mountains, nor let a mercenary escape from the mountains.