For the rest of the day, the three people in the rest area had their own thoughts, and they all fell into a long silence. At this moment, Qin Ke'er was thinking about the team's accounts, thinking that if she continued like this, she would soon have no money to pay her salary. And Mu Qianhe remembered a lot of past events, and his mind was full of confusion and disorder......

Both women are thinking about themselves, while Iron Slag is thinking, what is the purpose of his team development? For now, it doesn't seem to make much sense. He can't recruit psionics, and without power-armored warriors, the combat power of the wolf clan will be greatly reduced. However, even if he had the money to recruit, it would be impossible for him to ask the psionics to help him light the glorious flame in the future, after all, the psionics are vested interests in the world, and no matter how stupid they are, they will not lift a stone to shoot themselves in the foot.

Now he is facing the natural contradiction between the nobles and the commoners, the conflict between the ruler and the ruled, and the game between the strong and the weak. No matter how you look at it, he is at an absolute disadvantage. It was impossible for him to fight against the entire Silver City World on his own. This is a law formed in the past two hundred years, even if it was a glorious temple back then, there is no way to break it, let alone him, who is weak. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but have the idea of retreating. Otherwise, simply disband the team, go back to the academy, study comfortably for half a year, and then go back to Tieshan Town with Mu Yuling Lan and Mu Yuqin to live. Before I knew it, that wonderful and relaxing reverie spread wildly in my heart, like a flood that burst the embankment......

A long time later, a member of the vigil went somewhere in the tent, lit a match, and lit a cigarette. Suddenly, in the darkness, a flickering fire lit.

In the fleeting light of the fire, he seemed to see the old man standing between the holy flames, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Nope! Can't give up, at least not yet! He said to himself that if he gave up now, then Kozan's sacrifice would be worthless!

He shook his head vigorously, and then said to Mu Qianhe and Qin Ke'er, "You are tired, go back and rest first." ”

The two women immediately looked at each other, and then looked directly at the iron slag, both of them looked like they wanted to say something. Iron Slag made a gesture for them to speak.

"We ...... We don't have a place to sleep......" Qin Ke'er said timidly. After eating, she and Mu Qianhe kept running around with the iron slag, and they didn't have time to prepare the bed and quilt before they could experience it.

Iron Slag raised his hand and looked at the table below, it is now 4 o'clock in the morning of Yincheng time, 112 o'clock in Scith time, and the team's schedule is calculated according to Yincheng time, so now everyone is asleep. Preparing the bed can only be scheduled until three hours later. After reading the time, Iron Slag left the sofa, took out a military blanket from the cabinet in the rest area, threw it to the two women, and asked them to spend the night in the rest area first. The two women nodded obediently, covered themselves with blankets, and squeezed into the sofa to sleep.

After the two girls fell asleep, Iron Slag came to the accommodation area, woke up Bai Xiaoyun, who was sleeping soundly, and asked him to take care of the two girls in the rest area. After all, this is a military camp, full of men, and letting the two girls sleep alone in the rest area can easily attract the prying eyes of people with bad intentions. Of course, the moral character of most of the people in the wolf clan army is passable, and even if those who don't pass the test, their IQ is not too low, and they will not be stupid enough to make mistakes here. However, it is better to be careful to make the ship of ten thousand years, or to have multiple hearts. As for Bai Xiaoyun, if he really wanted to make a mistake, he probably wouldn't be able to subdue the two girls.

Bai Xiaoyun dressed lightly, and then followed the iron slag to the rest area. After the arrangement was made, the iron slag re-tied his shoelaces, straightened his clothes, shouldered his gun and sword, and prepared to leave the camp.

"Are you going out?" Bai Xiaoyun asked in a low voice.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded.

"It's so late, where are you going?" Bai Xiaoyun asked with concern. The reason why he asked this was not because he wanted to overstep his authority, but because they had just arrived here today and were unfamiliar with life. In this case, it is necessary to inform the regimental commander if he leaves the camp, and in case the regimental commander is in trouble outside, they also know where to go to help.

"Let's go around town." "Don't you bring anyone?" "I'm used to acting alone, and a lot of people is a burden." Iron Slag explained.

"Okay, be careful on the road......" Bai Xiaoyun thought for a while, and then asked, "Did you bring any money?" ”

"No ......" Iron Slag scratched his hair, he had been in the dark jungle for a long time recently, and he basically didn't have any money on him. Seeing this, Bai Xiaoyun hurriedly took out two gold coins from his pocket and stuffed them into him.

Iron Slag collected the gold coins, then left the tent and walked towards the outside of the camp. He planned to wander around the city to learn about the lives of the insects. After all, this is the only city in the Silver City world that recognizes the legal identity of the Worm. Although the Far East also allows the existence of insects, it is only "tacit", not explicit support, and is limited to the local insects in the Far East. The Far East has maintained an attitude of expulsion towards foreign insects, especially those from the southern continent.

Stepping out of the dimly lit academy alliance camp and walking along the oil road, Iron Slag came to the edge of the city center. The houses here are very low, few buildings longer than two storeys, and the largest number are shacks, a kind of temporary housing made of wood, tin sheet and canvas.

After passing through a sparse block, Iron Slag came to a clearing. Around the corner, there is a small square with black stones on the floor. From the faint street lamps, the edges of the stones take on a creamy white color. It's not hard to guess that they were supposed to be white, but they looked black because they were stained with black oil. Most of the stones had cracked open and looked depressed and dilapidated. Looking up, there was a dry fountain in the middle of the square, and the statue in the pool was only half a small section, replaced by the wreckage of a car.

At this time, the fountain was filled with people all around. They were gathered in twos and threes, some roasting by the burning barrels of broken oil, some sitting on the ground in blankets, some lying on the edge of the pool, as if asleep......

Iron Slag approached the crowd and walked around casually. He soon discovered that these people were all insects without exception. Regardless of their age, whether they are men, women, or children, they are all yellow-skinned and have deep-set eyes. This is the distinguishing characteristic of Jack's smoker, who is emaciated, has no energy, and is lazy all day long.

At this moment, an unkempt woman seemed to hear the movement and slowly raised her head. When she saw the neatly dressed young man, her eyes lit up, and she got up from the fountain and staggered over.

"Big brother, is there a Jack?" The woman asked vaguely in front of the iron slag. On the spot, the woman was about twenty or thirty years old, no specific age, and was dressed in dark red, oil-stained clothing.

"Can divide the points...... Give me the equinox? I can ......" The woman gently ruffled her hair to make herself look prettier. It can be seen from her skillful movements that she should have been a beautiful woman with a good posture. It's just that Jack's toxicity has destroyed her nervous system, and the muscles have begun to atrophy, and the skin has become wrinkled, like an old woman who has been through the weather.

Iron Slag shook her head, and the woman sighed in disappointment, staggered back to the fountain, and sat down again. Looking around, these people are glazed, and in those dark and empty eyes, it seems that there is no hope for tomorrow. It didn't take long for Iron Slag to take one last look at the depraved insects, take a deep breath, and was about to turn away, when he heard a faint sound.

"Young people...... Young ......"

Following the sound, he saw an old man lying in the corner waving to him. He hesitated for a few seconds, then walked over and stood in front of the old man.

"Young people...... I'm about to leave this world...... Can...... Can you talk to me......" the old man begged. Iron Slag shook his head, turned and left. He wasn't in the habit of talking to anyone, let alone a stranger.

"Young people...... I have no relatives...... The only child is also ...... It's gone...... "The old man looked at the young man's back and said intermittently. He knew that the man would not return, and who in this world would want to talk to an old man he didn't know and was dying? But he still spoke to himself, keeping the last shred of his senses.

"Why don't you talk to them?" Iron Slag turned around and asked, pointing to the man on the edge of the fountain.

"They're all ...... Delirium...... Only those who are dying...... "I will come here...... "The old man seemed to be out of breath, and paused for a moment before continuing, "this is the Guide's Square...... They snuggled up to each other...... Finding the Last ...... Warm...... Then leave this ...... together The Cursed World ......"

"When the sun ...... When it rises again...... There will only be ...... left here A cold corpse on the ground......"

"Young people...... You...... You shouldn't be here...... Don't touch Jack...... That's a nightmare...... Nightmare ......" said the old man intermittently, and the iron slag came up to him and sat down, listening quietly to his whispering.

"Ten years ago...... I have a baby with me...... Over the ...... Crossing the sea ...... It's been a long way...... Come here...... I used to think ...... It's going to be a paradise for us......"

"My child...... I found him in the ruins of a gathering place...... At that time he was in vain...... It's so cute...... But I hurt him...... I shouldn't have brought him here...... This is not paradise...... It's another hell...... He was utterly depraved...... Go to war every day...... Make hay...... Then suck Jack ...... Looking for a woman...... That's how the body ...... Day by day, it is falling...... Until the end...... He came here...... Fell asleep peacefully......"

"I'm very happy...... I was finally able to leave...... Leave this cursed world...... Maybe...... I will be able to see my children soon...... We will live in a beautiful little village...... There is farmland there...... There are flowers and plants...... There are trees...... There are no people who drive us...... No hunger...... The skin does not decay...... There is no Jack there...... No Jack...... No Jack...... No Jack ......"

The old man repeated the same sentence, his eyes darkening and darkening, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Have you heard of ......" Iron Slag closed his eyes and asked softly, "the Temple of Splendour?" ”

In an instant, the old man's eyes widened, and a strange brilliance bloomed in his dead gray eyes. He struggled, sat up straight, gasped, and asked excitedly, "Temple of Glory!" It's true...... Does it really exist! ”

"In! It's always there! Iron Slag said firmly.

"Really? Does it really exist? Didn't you lie to me? The old man looked at the iron slag and asked repeatedly.

"Really......" Iron Slag patted the old man on the shoulder and whispered.

"Great...... I can ...... before dawn Hearing...... Hearing...... Good news......" the old man muttered, gradually regaining his composure.

Looking at the old man with an oily face, the iron slag only felt that his chest was clogged. He wanted to roar loudly and roar out all the knots in his heart. But this is the square of the guides, and these people who are about to die need a final peace. He sat beside the old man in a daze, listening to his breathing getting weaker and weaker, only to feel that life had never been so fragile and heavy.

He subconsciously scratched his chest, trying to soothe his dull mood. Inadvertently, he touched a hard object and slowly took it out of his pocket. In the faint light, a small, delicately engraved silver harmonica appeared in the palm of his hand. It was Kozan's harmonica, and he carefully wiped it with his sleeve, then moved it to his lips and blew it gently. In this silent and boundless square, an ancient music sounded.

The sound of the harp was loud and loud, far-reaching and long, sometimes sad, as if whispering, telling the vastness of the years, sometimes exciting, as if the trumpets were blowing, the war drums were sounding in unison, and the heaven-shattering roar was made.

With the sound of the piano, the people who were on the verge of death raised their heads and looked over. I saw that the last look bloomed in those dim eyes.

Suddenly, they seemed to hear the whispers in the distance, the bells of the world, and the affectionate farewell......