The world in Hiko's eyes was turned upside down in an instant. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky became dark in an instant, and countless clouds swept past his eyes at a fast, almost indescribable speed, like surging waves. And the earth began to change rapidly, whether it was the bright green full of life, or the satisfying golden yellow that symbolizes the harvest, they are all fading their original colors. Like a plump and graceful beauty, she stripped off her clothes and skin, leaving only bloody horror and horror.

A squalid color that was almost dead covered every piece of land Hiko's could see, and there was no life on it. Even the most tenacious animals, or the weeds that survive even in the desert, are gone. In this land there are only white bones, and complete withering and death.

Such a scene was something Hiko had never imagined, and under this situation, all he felt was fear and unimaginable panic. Especially when he saw that the circle in front of him had already withered, and had lost all the color of the flowers like dead ashes, the horror became even more incomprehensible.

"What happened, what happened?" Hiko, who didn't know much about the history of Azeroth, had no idea what had happened in Talonshire. He only instinctively felt scared, and instinctively looked towards the town in the distance.

And this look, the panic and worry in his heart are even stronger.

Once upon a time, that peaceful and warm town is completely gone. The bright and simple huts, the smiling and enthusiastic inhabitants have all disappeared. In Hiko's eyes, there was nothing but a ruin with no hope and a dead silence without any life. Talonshire seems to be a thing of the past, both for itself and for the people who live in it. All that remains here are ruins, dead ruins.

In the blink of an eye, a small town that I had just become familiar with had become like this. This was a fact that Hikoko couldn't accept in any way, and even though he knew that it was all just an illusion in his heart, he couldn't believe the cruelty. Who would do such a killer to these simple inhabitants? Who would be ruthless in destroying such a peaceful place? And what about little Pamela? What happened to that lovely, pitiful child.

As soon as he thought of little Pamela, Hiko, who was already anxious, could no longer stand here in peace. He immediately ran into the ruined county of Talon. At this time, Dalongjun was the same as he saw on the hills in the distance, completely dead and silent.

Everywhere were the remains of burned houses, one after another, like trees that had long since withered and only had only hideous branches. The ground was covered with thick ash and broken parts. There were tattered clothes, broken porcelain, and rotting food, and it was evident that the inhabitants had suffered so terrible that they had no time to remove their precious possessions. Of course, none of this matters compared to what Hiko saw next. The reason why I say this is because Hiko saw the corpse, the corpse that was alive.

The corpses that had long since decomposed and even withered wandered around this ruined town as if they were alive when they were alive. Countless disgusting flies swirled around their bodies, emitting bursts of disgusting buzzing sounds. The corpses had no sense of this, and they only moved aimlessly, occasionally wailing out of their empty chests. is like crying, making people only feel a burst of bitterness in addition to fear.

Hiko's memory of the identities of these moving corpses is very clear. Because just now, these corpses were still living farmers, hawkers, and residents of this town. They will cry and laugh, sweat on the land, and sigh at the little things that happen around them. And now, they will not do anything. There was nothing but wandering, as if they were going to the end of time.

Life has come to an end and turned into this sad appearance, which is really a tragedy that Hiko can't accept. And the most unacceptable thing for him, and the most unimaginable, is to see that pitiful little life in this group of pathetic lives. So, for the first time in his life, he began to pray to the existence of the underworld.

"God, please make sure little Pamela is safe. She was so young, so naïve. She has not yet felt the beauty of this world, and she has not enjoyed the most brilliant time of her life. So I beg you not to let her befall misfortune. She had lost her own father, and enough of pity. So please, don't let her have any more tragedies in her life no matter what!"

Prayer is only a psychological comfort, and Hiko himself knows this very well. So while he prayed, he began to frantically search through the ruins. At this time, he was extremely conflicted in his heart, he was worried that he would not find any trace of little Pamela, and he was worried about seeing the last thing he wanted to see. He was like a headless fly, running wildly in this former town, searching, and longing.

Until he saw the scene he least wanted to see.

A tiny doll lay helplessly on the dirty floor.

Its body had already been torn apart, and only a ridiculous head was there, facing Hiko, grinning as if it were laughing. And looking at this smiling face, no matter how hard Yan tried, he couldn't squeeze even the slightest smile out of his face.

He knew very well that this was little Pamela's favorite toy. It was her companion, the most precious thing her father had left her. And this thing is lying there like a piece of garbage now, so where will its owner, the owner who cherishes it as his own life, be?

The thought of this made Hiko's heart feel as if there was a flame burning in it. He began to frantically search the broken wooden house, and he never gave up on any of them. At the same time, he was constantly yelling and roaring.

"Pamela, little Pamela. Where are you? It's me, I'm your friend Mr. Ghost, I'm here, where are you? Answer me, come out. Please, don't scare me, come out quickly!"

At this moment, Hiko's hope that a little girl would suddenly jump in front of him and say to him with a grin.

"Ha, Mr. Spectre I'm here!" or "Ah, Mr. Spectre, you're scared of me again!", but nothing, no little girl, not even any human voice. All that was left was the creaking of the dilapidated huts shivering in the cold wind, and the wailing of the corpses in the distance.

What a desperate reality. And even at this time, Hiko was still unwilling to give up. He always believed that as long as there was no evidence that little Pamela was dead, then there must be hope that she would still be alive. Even if the hope was too small to believe, even if even he himself was about to despair of this hope, he still refused to give up. I don't want to stop my search.

He searched house after house, cornering corner after corner where he might be hiding. It's just that it's still nothing, it's still the hope that borders on despair. And when, with the last glimmer of hope, he burrowed into a small cellar. Everything was completely shattered.

A small skeleton was placed in front of him, and the hope in his heart was completely extinguished. What a petite body it was. She curled up in the corner, clutching her knees tightly, even though she had turned into a skeleton. And at this time, she obviously didn't know how long she had been in this dark place. So much so that her dress had faded to bright colors, and it was shattered. Her charming blonde hair had withered like weeds, scattered on her slender bones.

Her empty eyes were fixed in the direction of the exit, and you could imagine how much she was hoping that someone would come to her rescue, take her out of this dark place, and save her from this desperate world. But no one cared about this little child, no one came to save this poor life.

She came to the end of her short life alone in this corner that no one knew, and gave herself a miserable life, which came to a complete end.

Maybe it's happiness for her, she doesn't have to worry about being scared anymore, she doesn't have to miss her father anymore. She could sleep like this forever and have eternal rest.

Looking at the young bones, Hiko really wanted to comfort himself like this. But the severe pain in his heart and the undrowned sadness made him unable to deceive himself so much, unable to be so reasonable. How can this ****** be happy? Pamela, poor little Pamela is dead! She doesn't understand anything, she can't do anything. She was still waiting for her father, waiting for her own story every day, how could she just die?

Who is it?

Pain, guilt, sadness, all kinds of complicated emotions made Hiko involuntarily kneel on the ground. He gritted his teeth, holding back the tears from his eyes, and then, in vain, over and over again, he stretched out his hands to the young skeleton. He wanted to pick up the poor child and take her out of this miserable place. But the truth doomed everything he did in vain.

It's an illusion, a painful vision. And the illusion doomed him to never be able to grasp everything in front of him.

All this gave rise to anger and hatred in Hiko's heart. He began to hate, to hate everyone. The guy who made it all up, the guy who abandoned little Pamela, and the guy who brought himself into this illusion. If he could, he really wanted to swing his fist at these people, no! just pick up his sword! However, the rules doomed it to be just an unrealistic fantasy. So in the end, he only hated himself.

Why didn't I know all this was happening, why I wasn't on Pamela's side at the time? Why?

Hiko, who saw someone close to him die in front of him for the first time, suddenly fell into a sea of sadness and guilt. And it was at this time that he heard singing, incredible singing.