"You should get out of here, soon this will be the closest place to the battlefield, and we can't guarantee that no Kraken will sneak ashore while the battle is in place. Karen stood beside the woman, bowing her head to her, and the sun cast her shadow on the man, but she couldn't cover it all. It is no wonder that the woman's abdomen, who was sitting on a wicker chair and looking out at the sea, had a noticeable bulge, and the baby in her womb had been almost fully developed for nearly eight months. But at the same time, this female warrior, who was once not inferior to Lothar, almost lost the ability to protect herself, no, let alone self-protection, without the servants sent by the witches to take care of her, she was afraid that it would be quite difficult for her to take care of her own life.

It stands to reason that women in this era will not have as difficult as networms when giving birth, and there are many people who are still able to work in the field even if they are pregnant for nine months. But there is another problem, although the physical fitness of the networm is better than that of most women, she is still a little younger, she is only seventeen or eighteen years old this year, coupled with the too harsh training and malnutrition in her childhood, the mercenary's body is not ready to become a mother. This is also a very common thing in this era, the backward medical environment and hygiene knowledge have caused a large number of miscarriages and difficult births, and in many places, reproduction is to put the mother's life on the natural gambling table as a price.

Of course, that doesn't happen to the webworm anymore, the witch group, especially several witches such as Jialun, have a great sense of guilt for her, and they have and are willing to provide a good environment for the mercenaries to ensure her health and safety. And as a mother, the networm accepted their kindness. But as a wife, she also had her own thoughts, "Have you ever heard a story about war? It's not a war story that praises heroic kings, knights and wizards." It's about the stories of ordinary people in war. ”

Jia Lun frowned slightly, she didn't understand what the other party meant, so she kept quiet and waited for the networm to continue. The mercenary gently stroked her abdomen, with a warm smile on her face, but the story that came out of her mouth was not so warm, "I have heard a story, no, I should say that I have seen many such stories, the protagonist in it has been changing, the place of occurrence has been changing, but the direction and ending of the story are always the same." There is always a husband and wife who are waiting for their child to be born, and then the husband is called into battle or to build some great project, and the wife is always at a loss. It's strange that I always think that when I find someone willing to bear offspring for him, I will never let him leave me. But I offered him to go on your mission. So you see, if the story is going to be repeated over and over again, there should be some kind of truth in it, right? Unfortunately, I can't think about it too clearly. In short, a wife will wait for her husband, some for a shorter period of time, some for a longer time. Some of them died in the process, some changed their minds, and some were forced... But at the end of these stories, the one who stayed where she was always could wait for the one she was waiting for. Even if you can't wait for his body, you can wait for his soul. ”

"But I'm not trying to let you go far away, I just want you to be closer to the witch colony so that I can better protect you and your children. As for the tarantula, of course we will bring him back to you, and everyone will tell him where you are. There's no need to dwell on it. Karon's tone was softer than before, something in her heart was touched by the words of the networm just now, which was rare for her to be the leader of the younger generation of witches.

"That's not going to work. She shook her head, her gaze withdrawn from the sea, "Although they have many metaphors for him, it seems to me that he is never a lion or a bear or a wolf or anything. That guy is a goat, have you ever seen it? It's the kind of goat that jumps on the rocks with its horns coiled together. As long as he charged, he didn't care about anything, but ran forward without his life. That's what he looks like. So I can't walk, and if I'm gone, when he rushes back here, his steps will stop, and when he stops, he'll feel tired, tired, and he might not be able to run anymore. I have to wait for him here, let him see me, see our kid, give him a new direction, let him keep running without stopping. ”

The witch was silent for a moment, and she felt that the woman in front of her was a little different from the webworm she knew. In fact, this is also normal, people show different appearances when facing different objects, and there is no deliberately forged mask in this, after all, no one will treat friends with the face of their parents, and vice versa. What Karen saw now was the face that the mercenary had never let anyone else see before, and this was her face as a wife and mother. This is somewhat incomprehensible to the witches who grew up in an environment that is different from normal human society. Witches were born without a father, and they didn't know their biological mother, and no one had ever given them such tender affection, even Fetis, who was like a mother to Glenn, would not show her such emotions sincerely. For a moment, Karen felt jealous of the fetus in the networm's womb, and she was jealous that this newborn life could come into this world in the presence of such parents. But then, she thought that it was not only his parents who made this little life really appear in this world.

"Well, if you insist. I'll have the mountain monsters and Saich here as your guards, and their mission is almost complete. Also, I suggest you reduce contact with the sailors, who are in a precarious state, and that staying away from those who smell of fish is good for your children. Before the fight begins, if you change your mind, contact me with this. She said, placing a silver pendant in the other's hand. The pendant was made in the shape of a spider hanging upside down from above, and the silver chain became the silk thread that the spider spat out, "I heard that the spider is your family crest, or protector, anyway, I made it like this, I hope you like it." When I want to use it, I shout my name three times to it. But as long as the war starts, I can't help you, and seriously, I still hope you follow my advice, this battle, even if they move well, will not end so easily. Not only him, but you also have to think about your children, who were born in the flames of war will not be able to escape the flames of war for the rest of their lives. ”

"Thank you. The webworm wrapped the necklace the witch had given her around her and admired the graceful silver spider in the sun, "If this battle is over and I don't use it, can I give it as a gift to my child?" ”

"The necklace has been given to you, how to use it is your freedom. The witch quickly said this and ran away from the mercenary's side.

The networm sat quietly in the wicker chair, she licked her right index finger and held it up into the air, "The wind has changed." ”

At the same time, the captains on the pier in Heartless Bay also came to the same conclusion as her through various means.

"The wind has changed! Raise the sails for me! It's time to settle accounts with the fishmen!"