PS: Go home tomorrow...... There will probably be another chapter after 12 o'clock

PS2: If it hasn't been updated before 3pm tomorrow, it's really not updated. (I am recommending the hard work of breaking off...... ）。

Wolf Xue looked at Wei Jie'er who fell to the ground, and frowned, she didn't expect that she would be followed to her footing without being alert, which was absolutely impossible to happen before.

Wolf Xue couldn't help but reflect on her recent slackness, the relationship between companions is only absolutely reliable if there is mutual use value, if she is obsessed with friendship with Su Zuo, it will make her strength decline and become vulnerable, then it would be putting the cart before the horse.

As for the sheriff girl in front of her, Wolf Xue couldn't help but have a headache, of course she knew that Su Zuo knew her, and the relationship was very good, she would be very sad if she died, so she couldn't kill her.

Looking at the cabin in front of him with some regret, Wolf Xue opened the door, picked up Vigil, and dragged her into the cabin.

Compared to the empty and humble beginning, the wooden house is undoubtedly much more crowded and fuller, and almost every new addition carries the precious memories of Wolf Snow, but now it has to be separated from them.

Wolf Xue carried Vijieer to the bed, let her lie down, and touched her body temperature, it seemed a little cold, maybe it would be better to raise the fire, but Wolf Xue recalled what Su Zuo had told her about "carbon monoxide poisoning" and the like, and finally gave up. Although Wolf Xue couldn't understand the specific content, she could understand what Su Zuo meant-lighting a charcoal fire in a closed environment would likely lead to poisoning.

Picking up the blanket at the bedside and looking around the cabin, Wolf Snow threw Quenthell to the ground at Vigil's feet, and closed the door and locked the room.

With this level of obstacle, after Wei Jie'er woke up, she split with a sword, so she was not afraid that Wei Jie'er would starve to death.

For Wolf Xue, being blocked by hooligans or members of the force like the Golden Lock of the Crow that she can't provoke has happened I don't know how many times it has happened in the past, and she has become accustomed to things like this to change her foothold.

Holding the quilt in his arms, suddenly a snowflake fell on the futon, and Wolf Xue couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sky where the snowflakes were constantly falling.

"It's snowing...... Wolf Xue pulled her scarf, covered her cheeks, and walked deeper into the snowy alley.

The back of the lonely, thin-shouldered girl looks a little fragile, but don't forget that from the very beginning, the lonely wolf girl only needs to be alone to survive in the cruel Wenning District......

It's snowing.

It has been a long time since it snowed during the day.

In the squares of the new district, happy children chase snowflakes and laugh and run by in groups outside the windows, and children are so good at forgetting, even after only three months of that terrible attack.

In the room with a fire, the tall old man with light red hair coughed twice, the cold air made his body a little bad, and the perennial battlefield life destroyed this originally powerful body, stomach problems, pneumonia, rhinitis, chilblains, once it was winter, small illnesses like this constantly haunted him.

The old man looked at the time, put on his wide robe, and walked out of the door.

"Mr. Allen, are you going to church again?" the pious poor lady couldn't help but draw a prism on her chest when she saw the figure of the old man, "May the gods protect you." ”

"Lady Martha, your piety will be seen by the gods. The old man replied, even if he felt unwell, the only thing he could do was to go to the church to listen to the voices of the priests and the gods, which was a routine thing, and this was something that the old man who had been a believer in the gods all his life had been insisting on.

"Is it Mr. Allen?Rhodes!Hurry!Bow your head, thank you for saving your great benefactor!Mr. Allen, this child's younger brother is about to be born, can I name him after you?!" The man passing by just saw the old man from a distance, and he couldn't help but rush to the old man's side with his own child and bow to him repeatedly.

No one knew what this venerable old man had done before, and before the Wings of Truth incident, everyone in the neighborhood thought that the old man was just an ordinary lonely old man.

But with the attack, everything before became unimportant, and the old man who suddenly shot showed strong combat power, throwing dung forks one after another, shooting down more than a dozen "flying demons" that were coming to the nearby block. It also lifted the collapsed ruins and saved many people who were buried by the explosion.

And the man and his son are obviously also people who have received the favor of the old man.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, Mr. Ned. "The old man had a good memory, and he remembered the name of every believer who went to church regularly.

After saying goodbye to the man, the old man walked slowly towards the church with the reverence and gratitude and kindness of the neighbors on both sides of the neighborhood......

Kneeling in front of the portraits of the gods, the old man named Eren couldn't help but feel a faint sense of relief, and the double nightmare that wrapped around his body and mind couldn't help but fade a lot.

"Mr. Allen, you're here again. As if he felt a faint sense of helplessness for this pious disciple who was bound to come, when the old man finished praying, the church priest Knetting came down and helped the old man up, "I should have said that your body needs to recuperate, and it is not appropriate to do any more strenuous activities. ”

The old man lowered his eyelids faintly: "It is my glory to die for God, Lord Priest. If I die on the way to worship the gods, then it is my honor, ma'am. ”

"Mr. Allen, you should know that your body has been treated by the divine arts for too many times, and the divine arts are already very high, if you don't take good care of your body, then if you really have a serious illness, with my divine skill level, I can't help you. ”

Unlike ordinary citizens who knew nothing, Knetting knew that the old man named Allen was actually about Cromwell's age, but he looked older. This is because compared to Cromwell, the old man has been injured more on the battlefield, has been saved from a near-death state many times by divine magic, and his vitality has been greatly overdrawn.

Originally, this venerable old man should have been given glory, power and money after being discharged from the army, just like Cromwell, but the old man turned it all away and only wanted to spend the rest of his life in a quiet and remote place where he could listen to the teachings of the gods.

And it was because of the old man's help that Knetting was able to protect the church from the siege of the Wings of Truth three months ago, and after that, he entrusted the safety of the church to the old man, and he rushed to the police station to protect the Duchess of Silver Rose.

Regarding Knetting's words, the old man just shook his head lightly: "Lord Priest, I have something to do at night, so I will leave first." ”

Faced with the old man's insistence, Knetting could only sigh helplessly: "Please be careful on the road." ”。

Leaving the church, the old man walked slowly through the snow, he bought some food at the market, compared to the prosperity of a few months ago, the new district now has a feeling of coldness, and some of the building ruins caused by the attack of the Wings of Truth have not yet had time to be cleared, which further deepens the atmosphere.

Since the attack three months ago, the people of Wenning District in the new district have felt that everyone is in danger, and most of the people who have been able to settle in the new district are sincere believers who have converted to the Church of the Gods, and to those extremists in Nanling, they are unforgivable traitors.

But all this didn't seem to have any effect on the old man.

When he got home, the old man who lived alone mixed the minced meat with vegetables casually, stewed a pot of chowder soup that could not be said to be swallowable, but could not be said to be delicious, and ate it with black bread.

Decades of battlefield career have made him accustomed to this kind of life.

It has been five or six years since he was discharged from the army, but the old man has always felt that although his body has retired from the army, his soul has remained on the battlefield with nothing but fighting and strife, together with the gods and his comrades-in-arms.

After dinner, the old man opened the box, picked one out of a dozen logging axes, and checked it in his hand, although in the later part of his career as an officer, the old man was more likely to use a long sword, but something engraved in his bones and in the depths of his consciousness kept reminding him that he was just a heavy infantry standing on the front line of the battlefield. The shield and one-handed battle axe are his real weapons.

Putting on his felling axe and black cloak, the old man seemed to be back to the battlefield he had been on from the beginning.

After a long journey of 30 kilometers, what stopped in front of them was the elite of the regular army of the Nanling Kingdom, which had been waiting for work for a long time. Even the logistics troops hauling the armor were abandoned in the rear under the order to march quickly, and the enemy they had to face, in addition to the elite of the Nanling Guard, which was composed entirely of immortals, also had the strongest class of the Nanling people, a dozen dragon knights riding dragons.

And there, known as the heavy infantry, he only had the thinnest and most rudimentary equipment on his body, and all his protection and weapons were a shield in his left hand and a one-handed battle axe in his right hand.

There were enemies in front of them, countless people, countless enemies, countless Nanling people, and in unspeakable great fear, they were crushed by the army of Nanling people.

In front of and behind him, there were all Nanling people in black robes and black armor, black hair and black eyes. After this battle, the 107th Heavy Infantry Brigade, with a total of 1,400 people, was left with only Allen, who was only a new recruit, but fainted to death because of fright, and survived.

"Eren is a coward, if there is a real war, just hide behind the shield and let us deal with the enemy!"

"Alan, you are so tall, why are you so timid? You see, it's just an axe, like chopping wood, just chop it hard. ”

"Alan Allen, look at what we stole from the kitchen!"

"Alan Allen!"

"Alan Allen!"

"Alan Allen!"

The old man pushed open the door and walked out into the snow at night.

The tall but cowardly coward Allen had died in his first battle, and the soldier Allen since then has been living on the battlefield with the Southridge people and has never left.

Apart from war and faith, there was nothing left in Allen's life.

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