The next morning, the sky was blue.

In the open space in front of the castle, one after another aircraft took off into the air, flying towards the far east in the face of the rising sun. Zi Yanqing left with Bi Qingluan's body, and Iron Slag stood at the top of the castle, watching them leave. Before leaving, Zi Yanqing introduced the arranged driver to the iron slag. The driver is a middle-aged uncle, who is quiet and honest. After listening to Zi Yanqing's instructions, he immediately solemnly stated to the iron slag: "The south of the world, the north of the earth, the sword mountain and the sea of fire, go with you." ”

Bidding farewell to Zi Yanqing, Iron Slag came to the kitchen and prepared to eat breakfast. At the moment, Kozan is not in the kitchen as usual, and he doesn't know where to go. Hot food was placed on the long table, and a note was pressed under the cutlery. Iron slag while eating, while opening the note to read. There is only a simple sentence on it: "Friend, I am waiting for you at the Holy Fire." ”

After eating, Iron Slag immediately got up and headed for the ruins of the temple.

He walked through the dark Valhalla with a candle in hand. In the faint candlelight, the figures of the heroic spirits were faintly visible. It's been more than two years since he came here, and he has grown from a teenager to a young man, and he has lost all his youth. The world that was originally ignorant gradually became clearer. Thinking back to when he arrived at the beginning of the year, he couldn't help but laugh at himself. At that time, I didn't understand anything, I lacked knowledge of the world, and I judged problems only according to my own preferences. To put it bluntly, it's just a stunned green.

In these two years, Kozan taught him a lot, the art of fighting, ancient traditions, the laws of the world, and the division of power. Everything that could be taught to him was taught. However, they are about to separate, as the old man said, there is no feast in the world that will not be separated, and the best friends will eventually part.

It's just this parting, I don't know when we can see each other......

Looking at the familiar passage, there was a trace of reluctance in my heart. He had grown accustomed to the place, and every evening, Kozan would take him through the place while chatting, to catch a glimpse of the glorious tinder......

Between thoughts, the melodious sound of the piano came from far to near, echoing in this far-reaching passage. Looking up, there was a faint flash of fire in front of me. It was the end of the passage, and he took a deep breath and quickened his pace to rush over.

Walking out of Valhalla, I saw Kozan standing in front of the altar in a military uniform and a sword at his waist, holding a silver harmonica in both hands, and playing ancient music with full attention. 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.

This is the glorious war song that has been sunk in the long river of history.

Iron Slag walked quietly to the old man's side, watching the flames dancing above the altar.

At the end of the song, the old man put down the harmonica, turned to look at the iron slag and said, "Son, you will leave here, spread your wings, and become a falcon soaring in the sky." ”

"Maybe ......"

"We'll never see each other again in this life."

"Today, I will teach you one last tradition, please listen carefully."

After speaking, the old man faced the dancing flame and read in a low voice.

Winter is coming, and eternal night is coming.

On the eve of darkness, I will put on the armor of my father, and from now on I will watch the glorious flame until I die.

I will listen to the teachings of my ancestors, observe the ancient precepts, and remember the glory of the past.

I will not fight for honor or disgrace, nor will I seek power.

My sword is not unsheathed for fame and fortune, my shield is not lifted up to the good, my eyes are not resting on money and beauty, my blood is not boiling for worldly love and hatred.

I am the silent pillar, the guardian in front of the altar.

I am the bell that rings the dawn, swooping down on the feathers of the flames, tearing through the claws of darkness, the last line of defense of the temple.

I vow to stay here, day and night, year and month, for the rest of my life.

"Iron Slag Norses, please remember this oath."

"When you really understand the world, experience the love and hatred of the world, and see the prosperity and prosperity."

"If at that moment, you still want to become a holy wolf guardian, then please swear in your heart."

"No matter where you are, we will hear your oath."

"I will remember it and never forget it in this life." Iron Slag faced Kozan and solemnly promised.

"Good!" Kozan nodded, pressed Iron Slag's shoulder again, stared at him for a moment, and said, "Son, you've grown taller and stronger. ”

Iron Slag scratched his hair and said sincerely, "Thank you for taking care of you for two years." With that, he took a step back and bowed deeply to the old man.

Kozan lifted him up, opened his arms, hugged him tightly, and then walked to the other side of the altar and said, "Child, the fate of the Worm will only change when the Flame of Glory rekindles the earth. If you have the chance, visit the cemetery of the forsaken and see the people who live there. ”

Iron Slag nodded solemnly.

"Child, you have to live well, take good care of ......"

"Learn your skills first, then make more friends, and wait until you really understand the world before you think about more far-reaching issues."

"Although we have a mission and inherit the legacy of our fathers, it will not be accomplished overnight."

"You have to be patient, we have been waiting for two hundred years, and we don't care about this time and a half, even if we wait another two hundred years! Or even two thousand years! We don't care! ”

"We just need to keep the faith in our hearts, never forget it, and then pass it on from generation to generation."

"Until one day, God gave us the dawn of victory!"

"At that moment, all the sparks will gather together under the call of the thunder hammer and open a new era!"

"Child, please remember, as long as our obsession is still there, the glory will not be extinguished!"

"Child, you should never forget that this is your home!"

"Child, I'm old and time is running out......"

"Thank you for being with you for the past two years, and for making these last days full of hope and joy."

"Please accept the gifts from our ancestors! Our Bug Life! ”

Iron Slag's eyes widened in astonishment, and he lunged towards Kozan!

However, he tried to stop it, but it was in vain......

Kozan Bloodwolf's sword has pierced his heart!

In an instant, hot blood spurted out!

As he was dying, Kozan trembled his hands, took out a letter from his coat pocket, put it in the palm of the iron slag, and whispered: "Child, please don't be sad, this is the way we pass on the worms, and my teacher does the same......"

The old man's voice grew quieter and quieter, and at last everything was calm.

Feeling the gradually cold body, tears welled up uncontrollably. The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place. In his life, even if someone broke his bones, he never shed a single tear.

He choked and reached out his hand, pressing it against Kozan's blood-stained chest. A few seconds later, countless tiny, bright red, tendril-like veins emerged from the skin, burrowing into Kozan's flesh like living creatures, searching, identifying, replicating......

His face was so pale that there was not a trace of blood, and his entire lips were pale. Cold sweat kept dripping down, and his body swayed, as if he was so weak that he would fall down at any moment.

In the dark, he felt countless shackles being broken and reorganized......

Moments later, he gained a new ability, the legend of the Wormbreaker - Worm Life!

This is the greatest inheritance in the world, and it is also the most important entrustment in the world.

This is the glorious faith, with sacrifice to achieve the future, with faith to carry the past, with life for hope!

After doing all this, Iron Slag picked up Kozan's tall body and walked towards Valhalla step by step......