"When one reaches the top of the mountain, it's hard to get used to life at the bottom of the mountain. Finally, Bowen concluded, "The royal family now is like the one standing at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the hall standing on the top of the mountain." He is just nostalgic and jealous of the beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain, but ignores whether he can withstand the coming storm. ”

"Very vivid summary. "You look like a bard rather than a butcher with a knife." ”

"Thank you for the compliment. Bowen smiled nonchalantly.

But Ian couldn't laugh.

Indeed, Bowen summed it up vividly, and it is true. The royal family coveted the power and prestige of the hall, but they didn't think about whether they were capable of doing what the hall should do, they only cared about how to weaken the hall to the greatest extent. Therefore, even at the moment when the end was approaching, they still resolutely attacked the hunter team.

Knowing this, Ian felt his heart tired, and a sense of sadness arose from the bottom of his heart. The hunters who had not yet traveled far were remembered by the people in the rear. Ian never had any intrigues, no one had taught him this, and the same was true of the hunters. The hunting and fighting skills they learned since childhood, they regard the completion of the mission as the ultimate goal, but they are regarded as a thorn in the side of some people who are hungry for power.

How many hunters will die for royal ambitions, Ian doesn't know, but it certainly won't be a small number.

"The people of the royal family have lost their hearts. Bowen said softly, "They seem to have forgotten that at the beginning of the formation of the Peony Royal Family, it was to cooperate with the Lord of Thorns in the hall. ”

Green looked at the silent Ian, "What are you going to do?"

"Let's get out of here and find what we're looking for. Ian leaned against the bluestone bricks, looking tired, "And then we'll go back." ”

"And then?"

Ian didn't answer immediately, but was silent for a long time, and finally looked at Bowen and said slowly: "At the end of the world, the whole human race should unite as one. In my opinion, the presence of a king is enough. ”

"I see what you mean, you have a point. Bowen nodded, "It's just that this might cause panic among some nobles." You know, there are still many nobles who prefer the royal family. ”

"Is there anything more to panic about than the end of the world?" Ian said with a blank face, "Anyway, the end of the world will kill a lot of people, we just need to save as many people as possible." ”

When this sentence came out of Ian's mouth, he himself was taken aback. Not because of the words themselves, but because he said them naturally, and there was not even a little rejection in his heart.

"Bloodshed, only bloodshed. On the day of the arrival of the dragons, there will undoubtedly be a period of the most bloodshed of the human race in 700 years, and there will be many, many deaths. Corpses would fill the valley, and centuries-old cities would be reduced to ruins overnight. ”

"I know you're reluctant, but there's nothing we can do about it. It is impossible for anyone to save all human beings before the catastrophe comes, all we have to do is to leave the seed, the spark of civilization. ”

Karan's words seemed to ring in Ian's ears. He was the wisest old man, who had already seen through the future, and the ruler of the royal family did not have half his mind. Karan allowed herself to keep the spark of civilization, what is the spark, who qualifies to be the spark, the royal family, or the nobles?

They are not eligible to survive.

After listening to Ian's words, Bowen was silent for a long time. In the end, he nodded slowly: "I understand what you mean, the Moses family will give you the greatest support." ”

He paused, then continued, "You're becoming more and more like the Lord of the Roses. ”

Ian tilted his head and whispered, "I just want them to pay for their blood." ”

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Carl Rivers hurried into his little hut.

It was a rainy night, and if it weren't for his habit of wearing a coat every time he patrolled the mountains, he would have been drenched in soup this time. But even if you wear a robe, the ending is pretty much the same.

He paused under the eaves and shook off the rain before stepping into his house.

An oil lamp illuminated the small room, which contained only a table, two chairs, and a bed. There was a brazier under the table, and a charcoal fire was burning in the brazier. A woman was lying on the table bored, and heard the movement of Carl entering the door, so she raised her head and looked twice, and quickly lowered it again.

"Looks like you won't be able to leave tonight, Quintina. Karl hung his coat on a nail in the doorframe and sat down across from Quintina, "It's raining so hard, it's too dangerous to go down. ”

Quintina snorted, but didn't speak.

"How long have you been off?" Karl poured himself a cup of tea, "and there's still time to come here and see me." ”

Quintina turned her head to look out the window at the thunderstorm and whispered, "I'm quitting." ”

Carl almost choked on himself: "Poof, quit? Why quit?" ”

Quintina didn't speak, still staring out the window. But Carl could see a faint sadness in her eyes. He didn't know what Quintina had been through, but he knew it must be something he didn't want to recall.

"It's okay to quit, you're a girl, it's not good to do such a dangerous job. "After all, your opponent is a hunter. ”

Quintina still didn't speak.

"Well, are you hungry, do you want to eat the cookies I made? Carl took out a tin box and opened the lid to reveal two rows of crudely made biscuits, "Your favorite thing to eat before." ”

Quintina then turned her head and stared at the biscuits in the tin box, her eyes glowing with beautiful colors.

Karl smiled, "Let's try it." ”

Or is it the same as before, he thought to himself.

Quintina carefully took two biscuits out of the box and stuffed them into her mouth.

"How's it taste?"

"It's not as good as it used to be. ”

"Well, you're pretty straightforward. Carl smiled bitterly, "The recipe is right, I've always done this, how can the taste change." ”

Quintina didn't answer Carl, but changed the subject: "Is it so cold in the summer here?" ”

"Yes, the seasons are like winter. "It's so high that you can see snow on the top of the mountain, and if the weather is good, I can show you." ”

"Not interested. Quintina turned her head to look out the window again, "It's just a feeling, something strange." ”

"Strange?" Carl paused, "what's wrong." ”

"I don't know. "There's just a sense of depression, as if disaster is coming." ”

Before Karl could speak, a white light slashed through the night, lighting up the night in an instant. The wind poured into the house, blowing out the oil lamp, and Quintina's long hair fluttered in the night sky, and her face was stunningly beautiful in the thunder. Carl stared blankly at this scene until everything returned to darkness, and the previous scene seemed to be a hallucination.

A few seconds later, the roaring thunder belatedly came, as if the heavens were roaring.

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