"Good. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Iron slag replied dryly.

In Bi Qinglan's words, there was a strong smell of conspiracy. Although he couldn't figure out the trick, it didn't prevent him from agreeing to come down first, stabilize the other party, and then act at the opportunity, anyway, he didn't have anything to lose.

"I'll send William Reinhardt's contact information to Bi Tianye's communicator later, and when the time is right, you can try to contact him, and I'm sure he won't let you down." Bi Qinglan said.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded.

"Really good~" Bi Qinglan said with a grin, "If you can keep being so well-behaved, maybe I can't help but fall in love with you." ”

"You've won a prize." Iron Slag said honestly.

"Okay~It's okay~You're leaving~" Bi Qinglan raised her hand, and the action was like chasing flies.

"Okay." Iron Slag resisted the urge to smash the communicator and said humbly.

After the video communication ended, Iron Slag left the room and walked alone to the altar of the sacred fire, sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at the quietly burning flames, and ......

What is the trial of the thunder hammer? If he succeeds, what will he do in the future? He knew better than anyone else that it was only a matter of time before the temple would find him. He couldn't have hid in an ancient temple and bring ruin here. As the guardian of the Holy Wolf, his pride would never allow him to accept the protection of any organization, and he could only face it bravely.

But if he fails, and the thunder hammer is taken away in the end, when everything returns to its original point, is it worth all the effort he has put in now?

In his thoughts, he remembered what the Great Prophet had just said.

"If perdition is our destined fate, the ancient lineage will accept it calmly."

At that time, he could feel the calmness, calmness, and determination in the tone of the Great Prophet.

"Although we don't have many people left, we have never been afraid of any force!"

In the faint light of the fire, he seemed to see the figure of Kozan, and heard the gentle, yet powerful voice.

This is the glory of the glorious flame, the courage of 29,512 heroic souls. In the face of an invincible enemy, in the face of inevitable defeat, they still uphold the faith in their hearts and remain unswerving until death.

As their successor, he should not be afraid to disgrace the glory of his ancestors.

"If failure is our doomed fate, we will accept it calmly." Iron slag in his heart, said to himself.

"Kid, are you ready?"

When it was dark, a gentle voice came from behind him. When he turned his head, he saw that it was an ancient prophet in a white robe and full of white hair.

"I'm ready." Iron Slag stood up and said.

The Ancient Great Prophet looked at him, nodded at last, and silently walked to the altar, took out his hammer and staff, raised them above his head, and slammed them against each other.

"...... Sonor"

A far-reaching and long clanging resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the ancient hammer and staff suddenly glowed with golden light.

"O departed Heroic Spirit, please show the way forward for our children and grandchildren, we need the wisdom of a thousand years, the eyes that discern the past and the future, and choose for us the successor of the Thunderhammer......"

At the sound of the chanting, the flame split out and flew onto the thunder hammer, circling around it like a companion star.

Iron Slag took the thunder hammer and walked down the dark stone steps.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he walked slowly forward by leaning on a little fire on the thunder hammer.

I don't know how long it took, but a light gradually appeared in front of me. He walked over calmly, but the light grew brighter and brighter, like a spotlight shining directly on his eyes, and people couldn't help but feel dizzy. As time passed, the light became more and more dazzling, until finally, he could not see anything......

It didn't take long for him to suddenly darken around him, and he gradually regained his sight. As far as the eye can see, the space is narrow and rectangular, with only a small bed and a small cupboard, and a small wooden table. As you can see from the double iron doors at the front, this is the inside of a container.

Looking at the familiar scene, he walked forward quickly, pushed open the door and walked out.

In the harsh sunlight, a tall, thin old man was facing away from him, crouching on the ground and fiddling with some mechanical parts.

"Iron ...... Iron ......" Suddenly, a familiar title almost blurted out. But the voice was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't shout out.

"You're up?" "Hmm." "Let's go, let's go to town." "Okay." "Do you have a gun?" "Brought it." "Have you checked it?" "Checked." "Okay, let's go."

The screen turned, and I came to the town. The old man lifted a curtain of oil-stained rags and walked out of the parts market.

"Do you eat kraft candy?" "Eat." "Let's go."

After a while, the two of them crossed the street and came to the shop, where the old man bought two long strips of brown candy wrapped in newspaper and stuffed them for him.

"You go play, I'll wait for you here." After saying that, the old man took out a small bench from his cloth bag and sat down in front of the shop.

He knew that no matter how long he was gone, half an hour, an hour, two hours, or even a dozen hours, as long as he came back, he could see the old man sitting there waiting for him......

A few hours later, the sun went down in the west, and it was late afternoon.

"Got into a fight?" "Hmm." "Why?" "He snatched Xiaoyu's candy and beat her." "And then?" "I broke his hand." "What else?" "He's the son of a greyhound."

"Oh...... It's a bit of a problem, but ......" The old man smiled slightly, touched his head, and said, "Good fight!" ”

"Iron old man, your son broke my son's hand, you give me a reason!"

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded behind him. Immediately afterward, dozens of men armed with guns poured out of the alleys and surrounded them.

"What do you need?" "Is it really hard for children to fight?" "What do you want?" "I want justice, and your son must also have a broken hand!"

"Okay, I'll give you justice." After speaking, the old man pulled out the machete behind his back, and the people around him were suddenly startled and involuntarily took a few steps back. In the next second, I saw him raise the knife and cut off a finger of his left hand, and blood suddenly splashed out!

"You! Good...... You're heroic enough, that's all. "Wait......" "What?" "Go back and tell your son, don't mess with him again, or next time, you will break his hand!"

"You!" The other party was speechless for a while, pointed at the old man and couldn't speak, and finally shook his hand, and scolded while turning away, "Crazy! What a fucking maniac! ”

It didn't take long for the people around to disperse.

"I'm sorry......" "It's okay, next time he dares to provoke you again, you will beat me hard, and he will take a detour when he sees you in his life!" "Okay." "Let's go, go home." "Hmm."

The picture turns again, and the old man is covered in blood, most of his body is buried in the garbage, and he is staring at him.

"Live......" "Hmm."

Then the old man closed his eyes forever and went quietly......

Suddenly, a thick fog surrounded him, and when the fog cleared, he saw a shattered body with a pair of hollow/eyes.

As if sensing his presence, she smiled with difficulty, two sweet dimples looming.

"Tell me who did it, and I'll make him suffer tenfold." He said seriously.

"Xinling is just an ordinary woman, and the master doesn't need to take risks for Xinling."

"Master, Xinling has another question that I have always wanted to ask you."

"Do you like me?"

She murmured, her voice getting quieter and quieter......

The fog came again, and then dispersed again.

This time, he appeared in the midst of the collapsed temple.

"Child, please don't be sad, this is how we pass on the worms." The old man raised his hand with difficulty, stroked his head gently, and comforted him in a low voice, "My teacher does the same......

After a while, the old man took out a letter from his pocket with trembling hands, put it in his palm, and then shook it vigorously, and said, "Child, live well......

He nodded vigorously.

As he was dying, the old man stared at the flickering flame and whispered, "Friends, Kozan is here......"

At one point, a thick fog surrounded him, and he could see nothing but a white patch.

In the silence, obscure whispers were heard in the distance.

"Why did the people who love you leave ......"

"Is it this cruel world that is responsible for all this?"

"Is it a temple?"

"Is it the World Parliament?"

"Or is it the darkness of the human heart?"

Iron Slag shook his head.

"Why is that?" The voice asked.

"If I had enough strength and wealth, the Iron Old Man would live longer."

"If I hadn't provoked Carl Lei Ling and his men, Ye Xinling would not have died in vain."

"If I hadn't gotten into trouble, Kozan wouldn't have had to sacrifice himself." He replied.

"Is it all your fault?" The voice asked.

"Some things could have been avoided, but I messed up ......," he said.

"Is there any other reason?" The voice asked.

"I can only find reasons in myself, because I can't change others." He said.

"There is always evil in the world, and we can't always give in." The voice said.

"I've never backed down on something I hate, but there are times when I feel like I could do it differently." He said.

Then the sound faded away, and the world fell silent again.

I don't know how long later, a familiar voice sounded in my ears.

"You are wrong, dirty, evil beings." "You're not human, you shouldn't exist!"

At the same time, there was another, equally familiar voice.

"Take back your power, take back your words, and I'll still love you as if I didn't see anything, didn't hear anything, and still love you......" "Honey, let's go home, okay?" "I'm still your princess, you're still my knight, okay?"

In the midst of the chaotic sound, the fog lifted again.

The sky was gray, and occasionally a strong wind blew, swirling on the ground, rolling up clumps of fine fly ash and drifting into the air.

On the barren land, countless flags fluttered in the wind and hunted sounded.

One side of the golden armor is bright, and the other side is shining with silver armor.

"Woo......"

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

As the horn sounded, the war drums rang out in unison, and the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and the cold light cut through the darkness. In the blink of an eye, in the footsteps of the iron boots, the golden torrent and the silver torrent collided together, and the shouts of killing suddenly resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

He was armed with a silver sword and dressed in silver armor, and he charged at the front of the line. Wherever the sword goes, it is invincible, killing and wailing all over the field, and the blood is flowing like a river.

Suddenly, a figure appeared from the crowd, holding a golden sword, and stabbed him in the chest!

"Bell!"

He slashed upwards with his sword, shattering the golden blade, and then strode forward and slashed down with a sword.

"Ahh

In an instant, the figure turned into a delicate woman, with silver hair fluttering and starry eyes twinkling. He was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly retracted his strength and twisted his body, which was the only way to stop the sword momentum.

"Poof!"

However, the other party took advantage of the moment when his body lost its balance and stabbed him with a sword. The golden sword immediately came out of his body, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot.

"You ......" his vision blurred, and life seemed to be moving away from him.

"I'm sorry......" the girl looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"It's okay, this is the ...... I owe you" He reached out to touch the girl's face, but couldn't lift it.

"Do you hate me?" The girl asked.

He shook his head, although they were enemies, he had never hated her, even if she killed himself.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......" the girl muttered, standing up distracted. Immediately after, she suddenly grabbed the golden sword with both hands behind her back and stabbed it into her chest.

"No!" He struggled, trying to reach out to stop him, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

As the girl fell, the whole world went dark and turned into pitch black. He looked around blankly, but couldn't see anything.

"Child, as you can see, hatred cannot solve anything, only love can create miracles and cast immortal brilliance." A gentle voice came to the ears, but the person who could speak seemed to be on the other side.

"It is precisely because the Heroic Spirits love this world and you deeply that they choose to fight to the end until they die."

"I'm Sunset Lorenfeld, and this is the last message I've left in Thunderhammer."

"When you hear my voice, it means that you have passed the test of the Heroic Spirits and become the successor of the Thunderhammer."

"Now, in the name of the ancestors of the Temple of Glory, I grant you the position of Warsong Shaman, to lead the Holy Wolf Heavy Armor Guard, and in the name of the Thunder Hammer, to recruit the glorious flame of the world, as well as all those who believe in the glorious flame."

The voice paused for a moment, and then continued: "Child, this is our last family, go and receive it." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a map appeared in front of Iron Slag's eyes, and in one of the locations, dazzling stars were flashing. As far as the eye can see, it is a valley in the middle of a long mountain range.