Chapter 3: Lemming's Journey

A drizzle, like a hazy cloud of smoke, obscured the plains of New Zealand, which stretched for thousands of miles. It is flat and vast, like a huge dark green disk, vast and vast. Millions of grey hamsters gathered on the plains, marching towards the coastline with firm footwork, and then plunging into the water from the cliffs.

Thousands of years later, humans and elves have built a larger kingdom, and disputes between them continue to play out over the land. Everywhere you look, there are crumbling castles and burned woodlands, as well as displaced refugees and birds and animals who are at a loss.

"It's been a long time, Phil, you're finally back, I knew you'd be back!" Nonia hugged my neck with tears in her excited eyes.

Nonia was my friend from Sefinor's time, the god of the winds, and I served Millie, the god of Sefinor, spreading love and hope, but when I said goodbye, she had become the goddess of war today, spreading despair and killing with regret for the inaction of that day of disaster.

"Yes, I'm back, are you okay?" I buried her head in my chest and kissed her hair, as if the innocent little sister of the past had returned.

"Everything will be fine when I see you, Phil. "Nonia took me by the arm and happily led me towards her temple, and the guardians of the temple moved out of the way.

Nonia has not had a good time in recent years, due to the fact that she has always been suppressed in the war with the Vulcan Gatling. Not long ago, Gatlin's flames once again burned one of the kingdoms of Nonia, and repeated failures caused many supporters to turn their backs on Nonia and throw themselves into Gatlin's arms.

"Phil, can you help me defeat Gatling and reclaim the land that rightfully belongs to us?" Nonia had the impression that I was still the god of water who called the wind and rain. In fact, if I was willing to help her unconditionally before, but now I have doubts, that is, I am no longer the original me, and Nonia is obviously not the Nonia I used to be.

"Do you still believe in the god Millie?" This is an important question, the power of the oracle comes from the belief in the god, and the current situation of Nonia is either the result of Millie's change, and the will of the god affects the oracle, or all the oracles have betrayed Millie, and Millie has to accept the current situation.

"I wanted to continue believing in her, but I couldn't, and when the day of calamity came, she did nothing, just like me. Now I regret everything very much and am trying to change everything, but Millie still hasn't done anything. How can such a god convince us?" Nonia complained about Millie, but hated herself more than herself.

"Maybe she has something to hide?" I know it's painful to be incompromised by the people I trust best, and that's what Millie is in right now.

"What is unspeakable? She is a god, the highest being in the world. What power in this world is beyond her will? she just doesn't want to do anything!"

"Yes, who in the world can surpass her. But beyond the power of this world, how do you make her deal with it!" I touched Nonia's forehead, but I sighed at Millie's misfortune.

"Is there anything else outside of the world?" Nonia looked at me in surprise and then suddenly said to me excitedly, "Sure enough, I knew that there were other gods out there, and I was going to find them so that our Sefino would become even more powerful." ”

Looking at Nonia's elated appearance, I really don't want to shatter this dream, but reality is often cruel, compared to Nonia's ignorance of the world, I care more about Millie's future, and Millie's future determines Sefinor's future, and also determines Nonia's future.

"Hey, Nonia, can you tell me why you want Sefino to become stronger?"

"Because only when Sefino is strong and can resist the power of evil, can we return to the original goodness!" Nonia's words were very unconfident, and soon after she herself couldn't even convince herself, she lowered her head and added, "I want to go back to the past, but I can't see the future." ”

I'm me, I'm here, but I don't know where I'm going. It's a very bad thing, but I think it's also a big problem that Sefinor creatures are having these days. In the conversations that followed, I learned that it wasn't just the Demon Star that caused all this. I asked Lin Xinyue to rescue Pandar from the Blue Dream, which also had a huge impact on Sefino's creatures, and Lin Xinyue destroyed the core of the Blue Dream.

Therefore, I should be the one who caused all this. It was I who made them frantically strive for more power in order to survive, so that the power became stronger and stronger, and they became more and more distant from their original goal, and they were finally going to the road of no return.

You don't deserve such a fate, Rest, Nonia.

I'd love to have a good conversation with Nonia like this, but I know I'm not in a position to persuade her like that. Then, before she reaches the end of the point of no return, she can only help her weave a better, self-paralyzing dream.

"Where's Gatlin, lead the way, we're going to kill him!" I clapped my hands on Nonya's shoulders, encouraging and promising her.

"Phil, you're so nice!" Nonia grabbed my neck again.

All things have spirits, but the creatures living in the three thousand worlds are much happier than the creatures living in the thousand waters. The vast majority of aquatic beings have no afterlife, and their lives are like a river that never returns, either converging in the sea or drying up on the rushing avenue.

Sefinor's world problems cannot be solved by relying on the efforts of divine envoys or other creatures, so if you want to solve Sefinor's problems, you have to go to Millie after all. It's just a very strange feeling that I always feel a little uneasy when I think about the scene when I left Millie that day.

It's not my fault, so why should I be afraid? Besides, even if it's wrong, do I need to be afraid? It's not that I haven't seen strong winds and waves. I didn't dare to think about what worried me, but I tried to forget the golden brass bells that often appeared in my mind, and the crisp brass bells.