() Following the faint light of the fire, through the barren ruins, the iron slag came to the collapsed temple.

On the ground in front of the temple are round stone pillars, some of which are broken into several pieces, some of which are cracked from the middle, and some of which are only left with square bases. The surface of these stone pillars is uneven and full of holes, making it difficult to imagine what kind of disaster has befallen here.

In the midst of his thoughts, he walked over the messy stone pillars and onto the steps of the temple. Looking down, the stairs were all made of huge stones. At this moment, the surface of the stone was full of pits, crawling everywhere with cracks, as if it had been bombarded by an invisible force.

In the blink of an eye, he stepped on the highest ladder. Looking up, the gate of the temple had collapsed. Two goalposts, one skewed and one broken from it. A lot of rubble was piled up at the doorway, blocking the way. Standing in front of the door, a faint glimmer of fire could be seen through the cracks in the rocks.

He looked left and right, and soon saw a broken wall on the side of the temple. He walked over and observed for a while, and found that it seemed to have been renovated as a temporary entrance to the temple.

Someone?

Iron Slag frowned and walked into the gap in the wall. Suddenly the front opened up, and the interior of the temple was very empty, full of collapsed stone pillars and architectural remains. Looking up, most of the houses had collapsed, leaving only a few broken stones and rubble. Bright moonlight filtered through the cracks and sprinkled onto the mottled floor.

However, even if it collapses like this, it still doesn't make people feel dangerous. It seems that over time, some kind of stable structure has formed in those places where they have collapsed.

Turning his head, there was a stone altar in the middle of the temple. On the altar was a large brazier, and a pure white flame danced in the brazier. The faint light of the fire emanated from here.

He walked over and stood in front of the altar looking at the dancing flames, feeling a peace of mind that he had never felt before. It was as if this was his refuge, and when he returned here, he was safe. A thick tiredness welled up in his heart, and he unconsciously relaxed.

The flames radiated a faint warmth that he hadn't felt since he ran out of fuel.

He stared blankly at the flames, wondering how long it had been......

"From distant friends, in front of you is the last spark of the Temple of Splendour."

An old, deep voice came from the side, and Iron Slag turned his head to look. I saw an old man with a candle slowly walking from the depths of the temple. The old man was tall and strong, dressed in a gray linen robe, with a string of large colorful wooden beads hanging from his chest and a hemp rope tied around his waist.

The old man came to his side, holding a candle in one hand and reaching out to him with the other, and said, "Hello, friend, I am Kozan Bloodwolf, the guardian of the sacred fire. ”

The iron slag was shaken, and the old man's palm was wide and warm. In the faint light of the fire, he finally saw the old man's appearance clearly. This is a kind-faced old man, his face is very wide, the wrinkles on his face are deep, but his eyes are bright and bright.

"I'm iron slag, here's my ......invitation," he said, pulling out a paper tube from his pocket and handing it to the old man.

The old man opened the paper tube, took out the scroll and looked at it carefully for a while, then raised his head, looked at the iron slag, and said solemnly: "Friend, please come with me." With that, the old man took the candle and walked to the depths of the temple.

Iron Slag quickly followed, then took out the last compressed biscuit from his coat pocket, tore open the oiled paper, and ate as he went. He hadn't eaten in days, and it was meant to be saved for last, as a hint of anticipation. However, now that he had reached the temple, he would not starve to death, so he began to eat.

"Friend, ...... you?" asked the old man, who heard the sound of eating, and stopped.

"Eat...... Eat. Iron slag said as he ate.

"Okay, let's wait a minute." The old man said.

"While eating...... Let's go. "Iron slag road.

"Friend, it's not appropriate for us to walk in the hall of commemoration of our ancestors, and eat while walking." The old man smiled slightly and said.

"Got it." Iron slag answered, ate all the compressed biscuits in three times and divided by two, patted the residue on his hands, and said, "After eating, let's go." ”

The old man bowed his head and turned to walk towards the depths of the temple.

Iron Slag followed the old man through a long passageway, and then down a deep staircase, into an arched, bomb shelter-like underground passage.

Iron Slag looked around curiously, this underground passage was very large, and there seemed to be a lot of things on both sides. The old man's candlelight was too dim for him to see what it was, so he took out his flashlight and shone it.

In the harsh beam, a rusty mecha appeared on both sides of the passage......

Iron Slag was about to walk over to see clearly, but at this moment, the old man who noticed the abnormality hurriedly turned back, stopped him from continuing to use the flashlight, and said, "This is the sleeping hall of the heroic spirit, and you can't use the flashlight to shine it, which will disturb their long sleep." ”

"Can these mechs still be opened?" Iron Slag asked.

"The interior is all damaged, and most of them are empty shells left." The old man replied.

"So what are you staying for?" Iron Slag asked. He has a lot of words today, but these days, he is alone, except for the occasional conversation with Alice, there is basically no chance to speak.

"This ......," the old man paused, "and you will understand later, come, let's go to the reference room first." The old man found that the young man could not be idle, and he had to find a word, or he would cause trouble everywhere.

"Reference room? I think we should go eat first. "Iron slag built yì road. He hadn't eaten for several days, and he was all supported by the aftermath of the "fire of life".

"There is hot water in the reference room, and there are cookies." The old man persuaded.

"It's biscuit ...... again," Iron Slag said disappointedly. These days, he's eating biscuits to the point of being scared.

"There's an elk leg in the restaurant, I'll get you something to eat when we're done checking the information." The old man said.

"Can't you eat first?" Iron slag really can't wait.

"Do you want to know where you came from?" The old man asked rhetorically.

"Background? What background? Iron Slag frowned and asked.

"Your parents, your family, your roots." The old man replied. Iron Slag was silent for a moment, then bowed his head in agreement. Then the old man continued with the candle in his hand, followed by the iron slag.

The old and the young walked silently, the passage seemed to be very long, and they walked for about twenty minutes before they finished it.

"Far away?" Iron Slag couldn't help but ask.

"It's almost there." The old man replied, and then explained that this was the resting place of the Heroic Spirit, and tens of thousands of Holy Wolf Guardians were sleeping.

"You're, this is the cemetery?" Iron Slag asked.

"It can be like that." The old man replied.

"Tens ......of thousands," Iron Slag repeated to himself, "but I don't smell the corpse." ”

"It's been one hundred and seventy-nine years, and naturally there is no taste at all, and ......," the old man sighed, his voice full of unspeakable vicissitudes, "Most of the guardians' bodies have been shattered, and there is no way to get them back." ”

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and the old man waved his hand, "These are all things in the past, and they don't have much to do with you......"

"Hmm." The iron slag head answered.

Then, the old and the young walked in the dark for about ten minutes, and finally reached the end of the passage. The old man opened a wooden door and entered, and then lit the oil lamp on the wall.

Gradually, a dim light illuminated the hall. Standing in the doorway, you can see that there are bookshelves on both sides, and the shelves are full of thick files.

"Young man, the number of your token is 1950, let's start from the genealogy numbered 1950." With that, the old man took out an aluminum lunch box from his bosom and handed it to the iron slag. And Iron Slag only glanced at it, and recognized it as his own, he was too familiar with such things.

"Where's the number, why didn't I see it?" Iron Slag asked, looking at the lunch box.

"Put the Holy Wolf Totem on the lid of the box on the fire and roast it, and you will see the number." The old man said.

Iron Slag opened the lid of the box and tried it, but after a few seconds of roasting on the oil lamp, I saw a set of dark red numbers appear under the holy wolf logo: "1950"

"Every belongings of the Holy Wolf Guardian are engraved with a unique family number." The old man explained.

"Do I have a family?" Iron Slag didn't think it could be trusted, in case the lunch box was picked up by the old man Iron in the garbage heap, or maybe his own parents picked it up in the garbage heap......

Seeming to see the doubts of the iron slag, the old man smiled slightly, "The genealogy of the Brilliant Temple will record the genetic characteristics of this family in detail, if most of them match, it will generally not be wrong." ”

Walking deeper into the hall, there was a wide table. The old man put down the candle, picked up the marching cup and silver kettle on the table, and poured a glass of warm water for the iron slag.

After drinking the iron slag in one gulp, the cup was extended, "Come again." In this way, he drank all the water in the kettle before exhaling deeply, "I haven't drunk warm water for many days, and I'm eating ice cubes." ”

The old man smiled, "It's not enough to call you again." ”

Iron Slag waved his hand, "No, it's just enough to drink." As soon as the words fell, the iron slag himself was startled! Then he looked at the marching cup in his hand and confirmed again that this marching cup was new!

They had walked so long to get here, and the cups were brand new, the water was just warm, and the amount of water was just enough to drink!

Does this old man know when he will come?

A feeling of being calculated came to his heart, and Iron Slag couldn't help frowning, "What's going on, how do you know I'm coming?" How do you know when I'm coming? You've even calculated the amount of time you've spent on the road! ”

The old man gave him an approving look, and then said, "Source Force guides me in the direction. ”