Think, I know what war is.

I should be regarded as the first warrior on this continent to take up arms to resist foreign aggression, as early as the first time the invading army of the Apocalyptic Empire set foot on the territory of the continent of Farvi, I had already taken up arms and participated in the "Battle of the Combined Servers" that broke out in the Dark Cloud Fortress without hesitation. I was born and died in that great war of hundreds of thousands of people, where I saw the most heroic death and the most senseless sacrifice in the world. The accumulation of blood, the mourning of life, the madness of iron and fire in despair, people have opened up a vast and smooth path to life and death.

Yes, I should know what war is, and even that I myself am part of it - I, you, and we are! War is like a huge spoon in the hands of the gods, stirring incessantly in this vast earth, stirring up an incomparably huge vortex, and then attracting all life in this world, no one is spared.

But do I really know what war is?

On the battlefield, I have seen cruelty, I have witnessed sacrifice, I have felt despair, and I have created death. However, the battle left the deepest trace on my heart, but it was something else.

- Magnificent!

Yes, what I have experienced is a magnificent war, I am in a magnificent era, we are a group of magnificent warriors, destined to do a magnificent career, to create a magnificent history. Everything that is swept up in the maelstrom of this era is so magnificent that the cruelty is magnificent, and the sacrifice is magnificent. Despair is magnificent, and even death is magnificent.

That's right, I'm a cowardly and lazy person, and I like to live a quiet and serene life. However, life is such a contradiction. When you are in a state of peace, you will not be satisfied and will desire another life.

So, sometimes, deep down in my heart, there is an inexplicable sense of gratitude that I should be grateful for this war. Because it has brought me a mediocre life, something that can probably be called "great". If it weren't for it, I would probably have spent my whole life standing in front of that bustling city gate, a useless gate guard, until the end of the world. Even if I escaped this fate. At best, I can only be an ordinary adventurer wandering around doing nothing, and my life is not capable of leaving anything truly memorable.

I don't know what you think.

Are you, like me, proud and ready for the arrival of such a huge era? Have you ever been immersed in the quest for victory and glory, excited by the magnificence of your own work? Have you ever been eager to prove your worth in this war? Become a legend that has been sung forever?

If your answer is "yes", then I tell you that you are wrong!

This is not the truth of war!

In other words, this is not the whole truth of the war.

Because. Maybe something is happening in a place you can't see that you don't know about. There are people you don't know who have paid a price you can never imagine for this war.

That's not a price that everyone can afford......

……

In this battle to exterminate the corrupt. I feel like I've made the right choice. It was at the last moment of the battle that he used the "Shield Strike" skill to stun the weakened Chief of Hondos.

In that regard. It was a wise decision: I had succeeded in delaying the time and winning us the opportunity to destroy the Bone Berserker Grand Fork. And he also let out a vicious breath, venting the tragic experience of being dragged down by Chief Hondos along the way, and understanding the personal grudges between us.

The best part is that despite the beatings, he had to be grateful to me because I did manage to save his life.

The Beast Bone Berserker was blocked by a B-flat minor nocturne and a fairy descending to the ground with her face on the ground. By this time, he had fallen into complete madness, ignoring the attacks that came at him, allowing them to fall heavily on him, taking away his already scarce vitality. He opened his bony mouth wide in a rage, and he couldn't stop biting up and down, making a terrible "click" sound. There wasn't a single muscle on his face, so there was no way to talk about any "expression", but I had the feeling that he didn't look like he was screaming violently, but moaning in pain. He swung his spear violently and haphazardly, not as if he wanted to kill the enemy in front of him, but more like a subconscious desire to vent some kind of pain from the soul.

He's a skeletal monster, with no nerves, no blood vessels, no muscles, no brain. I couldn't feel where his pain was coming from, and I couldn't understand how he was feeling now.

All I know is what he is suffering from.

From beginning to end, the Bone-Bone Berserker's bare eyes were only the figure of Chief Hondos, and it seemed that the Chief's presence was greatly interfering with his emotions, making the soul fire in his skull burn extremely strangely. The rugged spear struck him like a hurricane in his hand, and every relentless swing of it produced a powerful group attack effect while inflicting massive damage on all opponents in front of him. However, his attention was not at all on the enemy. He seemed to just want to disperse or dispose of the two things in front of him as quickly as possible, and then get closer to Chief Hondos.

In retrospect, I don't even think he was consciously attacking the chief. He may have been affected by the faint consciousness that remained in the depths of his soul, and he unconsciously wanted to get close to the chief, to get close to him, to communicate with him.

However, the crippled soul of the Corrupt has taught him only the only way to communicate, killing.

So, he couldn't do anything to the chief except to hurt.

Regardless, his struggles have come to an end. Although the lives of the bards and elven druid maidens were rapidly decreasing, their original vitality was very full, and they were not

Danger to life. And every time they fought back, it was a loss for Big Fork. Coupled with Ding Ding Xiaoge and his Ice Witch standing in the distance and unleashing dark arrows, the path of the Beast Bone Berserker has come to an end.

My joining was the straw that broke the camel's back. Two swords, just two swords gently, the last remaining hundred or so lives of the beast bone berserker dissipated. The huge skeleton, which was still dying, immediately stopped all movements, and his mouth opened wide, making a painful "click" sound desperately, as if he wanted to pull his vertebrae out of his mouth. The soul fire that had been burning suddenly calmed down, returning to its original lifeless dark red, and gradually extinguished. Eventually, it became a little bit the size of a soybean.

The extinguishing of the soul fire meant that the necromancy exerted on him was gradually losing its effectiveness. As the flames were extinguished, his thick, sturdy bones quickly faded their smooth color. The skin of the bones began to turn gray and soft, and then many cracks appeared on them. The skin of many bones becomes gray ground powder and falls off in a pinch of water.

Eventually, the Dying Rotten could no longer balance with his broken limbs. He fell to the ground on his back. After a thud, all the bones below his waist were shattered, and his ribs and left arm bones were shattered.

But he still desperately lifted up the skull that shone with a faint soul fire, and struggled to crawl towards Chief Hondos.

The statute of limitations for shield strikes has passed. The chief regained his sanity at this time.

Surprisingly, by this time, the chief of Hondos had completely lost his fierce and violent demeanor. He didn't rush forward with a loud roar. Use his iron fists to vent his hatred for the murderous and corrupt.

He just staggered forward. Bend down gently. Holding Big Fork's broken bones and limbs in his arms:

"It's over, Faulk. It's over. I'm coming to pick you up......"

“…… Daddy's coming to pick you up......"

The chief's voice was low and low, as soft as if a gust of wind could blow it away. But when it reached my ears, it was like a thunderclap that almost shattered my eardrums.

Father?!

This murderous Corrupt One, the leader of all the Corrupt in this valley, this beast bone berserker who almost killed him, actually ...... Is it his son?

The chief's hands gently gripped Big Falk's skull, and his arms trembled incessantly. A mournful bolt of lightning silently lit up the chief's face in midair. I knew the chief was getting old, but it was only then that I realized how old he had become. The wrinkles on his face were loosely piled up, and I don't know if it was rain or tears crawling all over his face. The orc's original vigorous and straight hair was no longer erect, but had turned a bleak gray-white.

I don't know if he's the way he is, or if he's just gotten like this......

“…… Fawkker, my little Fokker. When disaster strikes, you lead the youth of your tribe and cover the escape of the women and children of your tribe. You know what's going to happen, we all know it, but you didn't flinch. You're a good fellow, the bravest greenskin......"

Chief Hondos muttered, I don't know if he was speaking to the bones of his son, or to himself, or to us:

“…… I have left you the banner of the tribe, the eagle gives you the courage to fight, and the mountains give you the strength to fight. You stopped them and saved the whole tribe. I said, if you're still alive, light this bonfire, and I'll come back with reinforcements and come back to save you......"

I'm already aware of what's going on here. The orc-like decay of the valley, the scarred armor of Great Faok, the only burning bonfire—what happened before us was like a silent narrator, telling us the tragic story of a brave group of young orcs who fought against a powerful enemy in order to protect their tribe. The evil Grand Lich Mackenskar didn't spare even their bones, transforming them into unconscious Rotten Beings who guarded their passage to the Gravel Fortress and fought their loved ones and friends.

It's a brave story!

It's a sad story......

The protagonist of this story has the best virtues that an intelligent creature can have, he is unyielding, brave and kind, and brave to sacrifice. If everything develops as the cliché legend goes, he will be greeted with victory and a happy life.

But. Life is not a legend after all, and the stories of warriors often end in tragedy when faced with unimaginably powerful enemies.

“…… These rotting brutes, what have they done to you......" My heart trembled with the chief's voice, and the intense grief was like a rusty saw, tearing my chest," ...... Your body was so strong, your voice was so loud. But...... But now...... How did you end up like this......"

“…… But no matter what you become, you're still my little Falk. I saw the fire, and I knew you were still here. Still waiting for me to come. ”

"Now, it's all over, my good son. Daddy is here, to take you away. You kept your word. Having protected our tribe, it's time for me to fulfill my promise......"

Big Falk's right arm was raised with great effort, and his hand was still gripping the spear with the totemic flag. He pointed the sharp tip of his spear at the chief. Inch by inch, hand forward. I don't know what that means, but perhaps it means that this orc, who has been transformed by the great lich McKenskal, has completely lost his mind, and still wants to kill the living in front of him until now.

But. I'd rather believe it. He was trying to express something.

Maybe. He just wanted to return the flag, which symbolized his father's majesty and love, to him.

Hondos Chieftain

Stop him in his tracks. He sat cross-legged on the ground, let Big Fork reveal the pillow cover, and then sang a sad interracial ballad. I couldn't understand the murky orc language, but I could understand the mournful tune. In the midst of this mournful chanting, I felt my soul being gently soothed and became calm and warm.

The chief held out his right hand as he sang. A blue magical glow condensed on his fingers, and the light was not intense. The chief slowly reached into Big Faok's skull and gently pinched the last breath of fire inside.

It is the soul fire that symbolizes life. For the Corrupt, no matter what has become of his soul, no matter how much he remembers his past life, no matter how bloodthirsty and brutal he has been transformed into by the magic of the Great Lich, as long as the flame is not extinguished, this life is not over.

In that sense, Big Fork - the once young orc warrior - is still alive. Perhaps he no longer knew his father, perhaps he had lost his bravery and honor as a half-orc, or perhaps his true consciousness and soul were suffering endlessly in this cruel magic, but there was still the last ray of his life in that flame.

He's still alive!

With a twist of two fingers, the red flame was extinguished. The thick skull lost the last of its magical light, and a piece of black hole inside was completely annihilated.

Chief Hondos extinguished the flame with his own hands.

extinguished the fire of his son's life.

The moment the flames were extinguished, the chief's gaze suddenly dimmed and lost its brilliance.

A part of his own life was extinguished and left the body.

It's the saddest thing I've ever seen. The father killed his son with his own hands and fulfilled his promise:

Save him, take him away!

Begin with life and end with the soul. Today, right here, I have witnessed the deepest and most painful fatherly love, and I have also known one of the greatest fathers.

Today, here I am, in this hot and humid wetland, discovering the other half of the truth of war that I have been ignoring all along. Extraordinary courage and heroic deeds are not the whole story of war, and behind those glorious heroic deeds, we often ignore those who did not persevere to the end.

They dipped their own blood in their wilted fingers and wrote their names in the corners of history. These names represent not a glorious memory, but a great sadness that even this vast and solid earth can hardly bear, and will always be engraved in people's hearts......

The chief sat there in silence, like a sculpture, like a dead man, silently.

The rain kept falling, the thunder roared, and the lightning flew out, as if the whole world was crying for the sacrifice of a father.

My eyes were moist and sour, and the water line that kept falling from the corners of my eyes flowed down my cheeks into my mouth, indescribably bitter and sour.

That's not rain, it's not ......

In this tragic father-son farewell scene, my friends who are space-wading are also moved. The corners of their eyes were red, and the elven druid girl bit her lip, and the corners of her eyes were just as crystal clear.

"Hurry up, it's time for us to claim the quest reward." Niu Million sniffed, quickly calmed down, and said in a big way. He walked up to the chief in a big way, and received a cloak that was not very good, sixteen gold coins, and more than 7,000 experience. The paladin, who was already almost level fifty, was upgraded in this way.

I really didn't want to disturb my father, who was in this extreme pain, so I could only give Niu a million white glances.

I understand that my friends will never feel as deeply as I do about such a parting of life and death.

For the spacefarers, the best thing about this world is that no matter what happens to you, no matter what misfortune befalls you, you can start all over again. You have the opportunity to correct your mistakes and make the right choices until everything turns out the way you want it to be.

For them, countless sorrows can be turned into joy, defeats can be turned into victories, death can be turned into survival, and goodbyes can be turned into reunions. There is nothing really troublesome or sad in this world.

As they say, the world is nothing more than a "game" for them. Here, they can have fun to their heart's content.

And for the natives, this is not the case.

In our eyes, this is a world that is meant to be. Nothing that happens in this world can be reversed or changed. We only have one chance, and if we lose it, we won't come back.

It's like Chief Hondos and his son, no matter how many times this task will be repeated, no matter how many people come to help the chief fulfill his heart's desire, his son will forever have become a corrupt one, and can only lie in his arms, waiting for his father to redeem his soul with death.

There is no going back, living in this cruel world, we can't turn back, we can only let the gods transfer and arrange, blindly and arduously all the way forward.

I don't know how the road that has been paved before me will end......