When you are thirsty, you have water to drink, and when you are sleepy, someone sends a pillow. This is a good thing, but the feeling of being prying inside is very uncomfortable.

Seeing the doubts of the iron slag, the old man continued, "Source power refers to the power to sense the origin of the world, and it can also be said to be the ability to sense the laws of the operation of all things. ”

Iron Slag shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand. The old man picked up the paper tube and said, "Can you tell where it lands?" ”

"How do I know you haven't thrown it yet?" Iron Slag said.

"And now?" As he spoke, the old man tossed the paper tube high. The iron slag dodged and accurately caught the paper tube at the landing point.

"You can foresee where it will fall because you see it, and you judge it according to the usual laws. Yet......" the old man asked, after a pause, "you can't judge when you can't see, can you?" ”

Iron Slag nodded, and the old man continued, "Source power is like a pair of invisible eyes that can 'see' the operation of all things. To put it simply, it's a sense of what's going to happen. ”

"Is it the ability to predict the future?" Iron Slag remembered the story he heard in the bar of Iron Mountain Town when he was a child,

"Not exactly." The old man shook his head and said, "The source force will guide us in the direction, but it will not tell us the result. ”

Iron Slag shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand.

The old man made an analogy, saying that when he got up this morning, he suddenly thought that the old cup was a little broken, and it was time to replace it with a new one. So, he went to the warehouse and got a new cup. But when he got here, he found that the old cup was still usable, so he put the new one aside. In the afternoon, he suddenly felt thirsty, so he went to fetch a whole pot of boiling water. But when he came back from fetching water, he was not as thirsty as he expected. So the water was not drunk. Then in the evening, he suddenly felt that he should go and take a look at the fire, so he came across iron slag.

He didn't know the outcome and the future of doing this, he just did what he had to do with his feelings.

Under normal circumstances, there is no difference between source perceivers and ordinary people. However, if you drive a mecha, ordinary people can easily be hit, while Source Force Sensers can easily avoid some deadly dangers.

"Can I sense the presence of the source force?" Iron Slag asked. It sounds useful, and like all young people, what others have wants to have.

"Everyone can sense the existence of the source force, but the intensity of the sense is different, some people are a little sluggish, some people are a little more sensitive, some people can only sense the danger in front of them, and some people can sense the changes in the world, for example, our glorious prophet."

Iron Slag scratched his hair and asked, "Since the Great Prophet can sense the changes in the world, why didn't he avoid the temple...... ......" he thought for a moment before he came up with the right wording, "the catastrophe." ”

"Our glorious Great Prophet has infinite wisdom, he can sense the distant future, some things must be done, and some things can only be done. This is his wisdom, and we may not be able to understand the deep meaning. As there is a saying in the ancient East - 'If you lose your horse, you will not know if you are blessed'. ”

Iron Slag shook his head and said, "Why do you have to sacrifice countless companions even though you know the outcome of defeat, I ...... Disagree. "In You Ge's story, any discerning person can see the disparity in strength between the temple and the temple at that time. There are many dioceses in the temple, and the psionics are rising strongly, while the temples have few dioceses, and the power of the insects is gradually decreasing. So much so that in the end, there was a split within the temple. However, the matter has come to this, and the brilliant vein is still persistent in fighting that war with no chance of winning. Until the end, it sank in the long river of history.

"Friends, don't rush to conclusions about things that you don't fully understand. There are always many sides to things in the world, and perhaps when you know more, you will have a different view. The old man held up the candle and continued, "Now, let's take a look at the family tree numbered 1950. ”

With that, the old man came to the other side of the table, put down the candle, and opened a thick dossier.

"The Norseth family, genetic characteristics, black hair, black eyes, 81% of the offspring have the length of the ring finger and middle finger, 93% of the offspring have the ability to insect carapace, and 91% of the offspring are traditional and insect compound evolutionary ......"

Iron Slag involuntarily raised his hand to take a look, and found that his ring finger was indeed slightly longer than the average person.

"Come on, look here."

The iron slag followed the old man's finger and looked at an old yellowed photograph in the file. In the faint candlelight, you can see that the person in the photo has many similarities with him, and between the eyebrows, it is exactly the same.

"Look here...... old man waited for the iron slag to see clearly, and then continued to turn the page. I looked at about 20 or so photos, although the people on them were different and had different expressions, but all of them were similar in appearance, more or less similar to iron slag.

An indescribable sense of intimacy arises......

"I think I should call you Iron Slag Norseth." The old man laughed softly.

"No, I'll call them Iron Slag, maybe they have some connection to me, but to me, they're just strangers."

"Lena Eucoris has written about you, and I know that you will blame your parents for abandoning you, but I think they must have had to do it." The old man turned to one of the pages and said, "Come, look here." ”

Iron slag looked over and saw that it was written on the paper:

Nohay Nolseth, Dr3531, Final Battle, deceased

String Nolseth, Dr3531, Final Battle, dead

Celestial Nolseth, Dr3531, Final Battle, deceased

Bloodlin Nolseth, Dr3531, Final Battle, deceased

Falcon Nolseth, Dr3531, Final Battle, deceased

Lohi Nolseth, Dr3531, Final Battle, deceased

……

Looking at the long list of deaths, Iron Slag couldn't help but take a deep breath, only to feel a dullness in his chest. Perhaps, this is the resonance from the same bloodline.

"These are your ancestors, do you believe that such people, such families, will abandon their descendants?"

"My ancestor certainly didn't die in that battle, maybe he was a deserter...... "Iron Slag's speculation is well-founded, and he proves it alive.

"Look at this ......," the old man turned the page again, and at the bottom of the list read:

One-Eyed Nolseth, Dr3512——? tinder

"This is the fire chosen by each family before the start of the war, and they hide in the corners of the world, waiting for the glorious flame to be lit again." The old man looked at the iron slag and said deeply, "Child, becoming a tinder is the most painful choice and the bravest path. ”

Iron Slag was silent for a while, and then asked, "Why do you know the result, but you still have to fight, and compromise like an ancient temple, isn't it?" ”

"In this world, some things can be compromised, but some can't be ......" The old man raised his head, looked at the dancing candle flame, and said slowly:

"To this day, I vividly remember the words of the Glorious Great Prophet......"

"When darkness comes, we are powerless to stop it, and the era of glorious war songs is coming to an end. But if we compromise now, all the insects, all the people on the ground, will think that we have abandoned them, that the Temple of Splendor has abandoned them! They will despair and will lose their way in the dark......"

"Today's battle is not for victory, but to prove that the Temple of Glory will always be on their side, unswerving!"

"Our flesh will die, but the glorious flame will burn forever!"

"The choice of the Great Prophet is to leave the last spark in the hearts of the people, as long as the spark is not extinguished, the glory will always remain!"

The old man's voice was deep and long, as if it was a call from the depths of his soul, spanning those vicissitudes of life, making the blood on the young man's body boil involuntarily.

It turns out that we are not wrong, dirty, evil beings, we are human beings, and I am not rats. In this world, we still have people who agree with us, and there are brilliant beliefs!

After a long silence, Iron Slag spoke again, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Then my parents, why did they ...... me?"

"Child, you must believe that they have a last resort." The old man patted Tie Slag lightly on the shoulder, and said, "Alright, let's go eat something first, maybe you will be interested in the ice crystal fruit wine I brewed." ”

"Wine made from ice crystal berries!" Iron Slag said with wide eyes. After eating it once that day in the snowy icefield, he never found that delicious berry again.

The old man looked at the iron slag's expression, and hurriedly added, "But you can't drink too much, you can only drink a small cup at a time." ”

Iron Slag picked up the kettle on the table and said, "Okay, just a small glass." ”

"This ......" the old man looked at the huge kettle, and his voice couldn't help but tremble, "Ten years of gathering can make a small half bucket, and good things must be tasted slowly......"

"Yes." Iron Slag grinned, indicating that he understood. But how much sincerity there is, only he himself knows.

It didn't take long for the old man to walk out of the data room with the iron slag, turn into a tunnel on the side, and after walking for a short while, push open a wooden door and walk in.

The old man explained that this was the entrance to Valhalla, the temple of splendor, where generations of watchmen had lived. At present, he and the "messenger" are the only ones living here, and the messenger is away all year round and rarely returns, basically he lives alone. There were hundreds of rooms here, large and small, and he asked the iron slag to eat and then went to pick one to live in.

After entering the door, there is a kitchen, about 10 square meters in size, with a heavy log table in the middle, and low stools of different lengths on both sides. On the side of the long table was a stove, which was crackling with firewood, and the iron slag couldn't help but wonder where the firewood came from. In his mind, there were no plants in the vicinity, only endless glaciers. On the other side of the long table is a wall covered with old, yellowed photographs. On the short side of the long table, and in the middle of it was the stove, on which stood a large cauldron, steaming hot.

The kitchen felt very warm, and the iron slag rushed in, and I picked up the fruit in the basket on the table, and I couldn't understand what it was, so I picked it up and ate it. The fruit is sweet in the mouth, the smell is fragrant, and he is very comfortable to eat.

While eating, he sat down on the table, stepping on a low stool and crossing his legs, looking very leisurely.

"Sitting at a table and eating is not the etiquette of a nolse." The old man said gently.

"What?" Iron Slag looked dazed, as if he didn't understand.

"I mean, Iron Slag Norseth." The old man repeated.

"I'm called Iron Slag, not Norseth." Iron slag emphasized while eating the fruit.

"Okay......," said the old man helplessly, "Sitting at the table and eating is not the etiquette of a young man. ”

"Go get the deer leg and talk about it when you're done."

Seeing this, the old man shook his head helplessly, went to the stove, tied his apron, and then took a dried deer leg from a high place and began to dispose of it......