It was another moonless night, no stars, he could throw away the mask of daytime camouflage, his tired heart stopped beating, he got a short rest, the pain spread all over his body, but he couldn't change anything.

The night without the moon is still so quiet, and the heart without temperature is still so cold. Sitting under the dim fireflies, looking at the quiet and peaceful village, feeling the desolation of this world.

In this world, the only thing that shelters him is his own shadow.

Unconsciously, lighting a cigarette, maybe it is the only one in the dark night! The cold wind blows mercilessly on the body, the figure in the dark is shivering, and the residual temperature of the body is no longer enough to withstand the cold of the world, nor can it melt the heart that has long been frozen.

However, he does not need anyone's sympathy, pity. A person has become accustomed to being alone and being neighbors in the night.

Life is still so pale, so pale that it makes people a little weak.

The reality is still so cruel, so cruel that it makes people a little sad-

It feels like it's still so clear, so clear that it's a bit hypocritical.

The pain is still so real, so real that it makes people a little numb.

At night, it's still so quiet, so quiet that people want to cry.

The heart is still so cold, so cold that it makes people suffocate a little.

Choose loneliness, choose loneliness.

Choose to sink, choose to wait.

Let the grief and pain become obsolete and buried in memory.

Silence and indifference are used to hide all unease, helplessness, and despair......

In the middle of the night, the sorrow is torn apart and the loneliness is ignited.

Loneliness is a feeling, but it is also a compromise.

The sixth cigarette went out, got up, and slowly walked to the unknown ahead, the figure in the night was torn into several pieces by the fireflies behind, and behind him, let the tears continue to accompany the night-

A person's night, a person's injury, a person's pain, a person's loneliness, a person's one-man show, a person's self-directed and self-acting, a person's interpretation of wonderful......

*"Dark Night: Burying the Frozen Heart", the author wakes up from a dream, slightly revised.

His name is Sousa, and he is a high-ranking missionary, and his mission is to spread the truth to the Elven Tree and bring the gospel to the townspeople. Now he was on a mission under the cover of night.

Although the Elven Tree is very similar to other Elven villages and towns in many ways, it has very few true purebred elves among its inhabitants, so it is not as lively as other Elven villages and towns at night. Non-elven races all sleep in their own homes, and elves also stay quietly at home to read or meditate, and there is hardly anyone outside. That's good, Sosa doesn't like to preach to many people at the same time, he thinks it's a blasphemy.

Careful to avoid the patrolling guards, Sosa quietly came to the door of a cave house where a mage couple and their young daughter lived, making them suitable potential believers.

Sosa watched carefully under the window for a while, but there was no sound in the room, and the mage and their daughter were probably asleep. So he picked up a small stone and added a silencer enchantment to it with his silencer wand. It was a waste of money, but the kind Sousa thought it was worth it, so that the door would not be opened so that the noise would not disturb the sleeping owner. It would be rude for him not to add to himself, that would make him have to dissolve the spell to hear, and it would make him not notice the other guests.

The careless mage forgot to give the key to Sosa's room for the scheduled visit, but Sosa didn't mind, he was quite skilled in the use of certain gadgets, and such small problems could be solved on his own.

The door opened a crack, then quickly shut, and Sosa was already inside.

In order not to disturb his master, Sosa took out his detection magic wand and used it for a moment, then took a closer look. There are no magic alarms in the house, which is a good habit to save spell slots and should be heavily promoted. He first went to see the teacher's daughter, a very sweet little fellow, and Sosa let her sleep more peacefully.

It's time to show the truth to the mage couple.

Located on the border of Comanso, the Elven Tree was a meeting place for humans and elves for centuries after the fall of Mistrono. A colony of rangers, artists, half-elves, druids, and mages. It looks like an elven village, with shallow caves and protruding trees as houses. There are no huge structures or obvious signs of man-made here, and even the inn where Mike and his family live is a slightly larger treehouse.

To Mike's senses, it's like a mix of farmhouse and wilderness survival.

In Thrall's senses, it's a goblin den, and there's not even a place to sleep.

In Sermena's feel, it is quiet and peaceful, and it can be said that the bustling city has its own flavor.

In Cecilia's senses, it is simply a temple of the elven culture of the holy land of harmony with natural art.

In the morning, Mike and the others discussed issues while having breakfast.

"Brother Mike, we have already finished investigating this place the day before yesterday, so we should go back today. "Sal gulps on magic bread and his own jerky butter, he's fed up with junk food here.

"No, there are still a lot of things that I haven't seen or eaten, and I also have to learn the cooking skills of the Elven Royal Family. Cecilia protested severely. In this small village with hundreds of people in a palm-sized place, she has been visiting for two days and hasn't visited enough.

"That's it, what are you doing in such a hurry to go back, don't you always shout boring. "Sermena helps.

"Well, I'm wise now that I'm discovering that we're pretty much interesting there. Either Brother Mike and I will go back first, and you two will be here. ”

"Well, Brother Sal, I'm going to spend my honeymoon with Sissi, you and Sermena should go back. ”

"Why don't you sleep for two days and rest?" Sermena didn't want to go back.

"Ouch......" Thrall lay limply on the table.

As he spoke, he heard a louder and louder noise coming from the street.

"Hey, is it a festival for elves? Cecilia immediately ran out to take a look, and many people were gathered at a distance, not knowing what they were doing. "Mike Mike, there seems to be some kind of celebration here, let's go to it quickly. ”

"Okay, I'll go after eating, I have to brush my teeth. "It's obviously more important for Mike to keep his breath fresh than to attend the Elf Celebration.

Cecilia ate a few bites of the "Elven Traditional Breakfast", brushed her teeth a few more times, and ran over. After a while, he walked back with a calm little face.

"What's the matter, they won't let you participate?" Mike was a little strange.

"There wasn't any celebration at all, there was a big accident last night. Many people have disappeared, and in some places traces of blood and fighting have been found. Cecilia was obviously very sad and dissatisfied, "Such a quiet and peaceful place, there are people who can bear to destroy ......"

There was a loud thud, and Sal snapped up.

"How dare anyone do evil under the nose of my wise Lord Thrall!"

Regardless of whether others wanted it or not, Sal immediately pulled Sermena and ran to the scene of the crime to investigate and collect evidence, and Cecilia followed, leaving Mike in a daze at the early moment when the table was shaken.

"Little brother, don't you go with your friends to see the situation. ”

"I haven't finished my meal, and I haven't brushed my teeth yet, how can I save the world. Mike was a little angry. and Cecilia, who had no ability to protect herself at all, came out to want to travel, but on the third day, she encountered this kind of thing.

The proprietress who was a little worried and sad was amused by Mike's words, "Okay, my sister will give you a breakfast, remember to save the world after eating and brushing your teeth." ”

"Sister, why don't you go, I see that you are also an experienced ranger, and you have lived here for a long time, and the environment is much more familiar than mine. Mike looked closely. The proprietress has a slender body, pointed ears, fair skin, and dark hair, and is the most common moon elf.

"Gee, I'm not a big fan of fighting. ”

As a result, when Mike returned to the front hall after eating and brushing his teeth, the proprietress who claimed that she didn't like to fight and kill was already wearing armor and carrying a bow, and she and Sermena and the others were ready to go.

"It was discovered in the early hours of the morning, and Laila saw something in her house that seemed to be coming out of Little Jack's house opposite, so she called the guards. The guards rushed in to see that Little Jack's family was gone, and there were traces of a fight and blood in the bedroom, which should have been shielded by silence magic, so no one heard the sound. It was the undead who did it, and someone has already chased it. But the undead and the gnolls have dispersed since they converged, and we now go to the aid of the Laikalera siblings. "The hostess gave everyone - in fact, Mike, who hadn't listened to it before - a brief introduction to the situation.

"Are there many enemies, are there enough of us?" Mike wanted to say actually: It's not good for you to believe us passers-by, just let us be here, I don't like to fight and kill.

"To me, no matter how many undead there are, they are just chickens and dogs!" said the deaf and clear-sighted Sal who heard Mike's words, and obviously lowered his voice to not let him hear it.

It's blowing so loudly, can you practice with your master Zewahid first?

"It doesn't matter, not only do we have a powerful brass dragon, but we also have good mages and druids, and Laikalella and I are both seasoned rangers. The proprietress seemed to hear Mike's other meaning, "Miss Selmena, as a druid, has a deep hatred for the unnatural creatures and is willing to help us, for which we are very grateful. ”

"Maintaining the harmony of nature is the duty of our generation. Sermena's expression was serious, and her tone was serious and vaguely excited.

Hey, when did you have this kind of attribute, when you were in the Dragon Palace, I didn't see you hating Master Zevahid as an unnatural lich. On the contrary, do you treat him with respect, or rather flattery?

"Yes, we're going to get rid of the bad guys who ruined the peace and quiet here. Cecilia clenched her little fists as well.

The wise undead may have lived for hundreds of years, and it may be very cruel, but it is better for you to stay in a safe place.

"Let me, the wise, purify all those unclean things with the crimson flames!" Thrall's tone was serious and excited.

You go and purify your master Zevahid first.