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Alan stared blankly at the scene in front of him. The dragon's body was split in two in mid-air, blood sprinkled in the mist that had not yet dissipated, and the hunter with the knife slowly put away the knife, and his slightly thin body was like a mountain standing in the blood mist.

He, he really killed the dragon.

Eren watched as the hunter turned and walked towards him. The vague figure gradually became clear from the blood mist, and then he was stunned, this was the first time he had looked at the hunter, and he was standing in front of him in horror, as if it were himself!

Ian was also stunned, and it was the first time he looked at the boy he had just saved. He looked so similar to him now, just like he was in Blackrock a few years ago. Peria, who was a bystander, felt this even more intensely, and she forgot the fear and surprise of the dragon for a moment, and her eyes kept wandering over the faces of the two of them, and the more she felt that the two of them looked like faces carved out of a mold.

After a brief moment of surprise, Ian calmed down, the world is so big, it's not impossible to have two people who look alike. He still has a lot of things to think about now, if the [Tyrannosaurus] is the precursor of the dragon clan's attack, does that mean that the time for the dragon clan to attack on all fronts is not far away? Now that the rain has stopped, he should rush back to the imperial capital as soon as possible, not to continue wandering outside.

"Prepare, I'll take you to the town of Herring. Ian threw a kettle to Alan, "If you can, go to the imperial capital as soon as possible." ”

Alan took the kettle, not knowing what to say. Or Peria nodded at Ian, "Thank you for your help." ”

Ian noticed Peria's crippled legs, and the heaviness in his heart involuntarily increased. In the end, it was because of his wrong choice that caused the [Tyrannosaurus] to attack the village, which led to the tragic fate of these villagers.

Thinking of this, he felt that he couldn't breathe very well.

Just as Ian turned to leave, Alan suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Can you go find Greg? He may still be alive, just up the hill ahead!"

Ian stopped, turned his head sharply, and stared straight at Allen, "Who are you talking about?!"

......

Ian didn't expect to see Greg again after only a few months. What I didn't expect was that when they said goodbye, the two were already yin and yang. As the last of the four princes, the former Lord of Thorns, Greg has always been no less important in his heart than his grandfather Ludo and Karan. And his departure also means a complete farewell to the older generation of hunters in the hall.

The Tyrannosaurus is powerful, but Greg is even stronger. He didn't lose to the [Tyrannosaurus], but to the Old Man of Time, just like Rudo and Karan, who were both very old but had to fight on the battlefield until the last moment. When they parted ways from the Burial Desert a few months ago, Greg told himself that the Burial Desert was the last battle of his hunter's journey, and that he just wanted to spend the rest of his life in peace.

Ian thought that was good, at least not like the other three princes, but in fact, none of the four princes could get a peaceful old age. Rudo died in the snowy mountains, Cassius in Alder, Karan in the imperial capital, and Greg in the unknown wilderness.

He buried Greg's body, and was surprised to see that there was not much sadness in his heart, and all that was left was numbness. I don't know when it started, his heart began to get cold, maybe he got used to it, and his former companions left one after another.

Ian didn't have the tools at his disposal, so he just buried Greg hastily, and then planted a wooden sign in the grave as a tombstone. He carved a line on his tombstone that couldn't have been simplerβ€”"Here is the Lord of Thorns, Greg Thor." ”

It's as simple as Rudo's.

Ian thought to himself, maybe that would be a good thing, maybe the four old buddies had come together in another world in another way.

"I know you don't care, but if I survive the apocalypse, I'll come and renovate your tomb, and you've been the Lord of Thorns anyway. Ian whispered, "If I don't survive, then I don't need to, at least you still have a tomb." ”

With that, Ian took one last deep look at the grave before turning to leave. The sunlight sprinkled on the grave through the branches between the leaves, forming a little spot of light, the breeze blew, and the light spot shook slightly, like a sea of stars, where the former thorn king rested, quiet and beautiful.

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As Ian brought Alan and his party to Herrim, fear spread like a plague through Herrim. Originally, the people in the town did not believe in the word doomsday, and there were very few people who followed the messenger hunters to the imperial capital. But now, everyone wants to get out of here, even though the Tyrannosaurus that attacked the town has been hunted down by Ian.

Sacrifice and bloodshed are the best tools of persuasion. Ian watched the price of the carriage to the imperial capital skyrocket, and knew it was time for him to leave, he had done everything he was supposed to do as a hunter. How many people will be able to reach the imperial capital in the end is no longer something he should care about.

Before leaving, he saw Alan again. A middle-aged man was holding Eren and crying, and Ian felt that the middle-aged man was familiar, and quickly remembered that he was the same vendor who sold sculptures. He had told himself that his son was very similar to him, and it turned out to be Allen.

I heard that he also had a virtuous wife and lovely daughter, but Ian didn't get to see them, so the answer is clear. After a moment of hesitation, Ian took the wooden sculpture from his bosom and placed it behind the man.

"Selling it to you, it's like my daughter has left me, and I'm inexplicably a little sad. ”

The middle-aged man's words rang in Ian's head.

"Condolences. He whispered, not letting anyone hear him.

(End of chapter)

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