Am I being expelled?

Ha!

I don't know if my inner reaction at this time was from me or him, I felt a kind of grievance and sadness, the kind of overwhelm after making a mistake, and a grievance that I didn't have a chance to justify...... Unspeakable ...... Distressed.

At this point, I still have a little disbelief in my heart, and I even have a little fantasy in my heart...... Could it be that he's just testing me?

Like a child who has made a mistake and has been kicked out of the house by his parents, I walked to the door and looked back in the hope of being persuaded to go back, and then gave some comfort, gave some understanding, and finally had a good time as a family.

But when I stood in the middle of the yellow sand and looked back at Moonstream, it wasn't Edwin who appeared behind me, but a group of people watching me. Yes, this is not a send-off, but surveillance! Make sure I roll, roll far enough. I didn't believe Edwin would give that order to shoot me, I felt like they were just making sure I was out of the way, and I was still comforting myself inside.

To be honest, I suddenly ...... I feel like I can't put it into words!

What the is wrong with me?

From the very beginning, I seemed to be a complete tragedy! Who am I playing? Or was it such a tragedy that I was meant to be?

Now I'm kicked out of the house by my own brother! He didn't shelter me, he didn't forgive me, he didn't have any understanding or even the slightest tolerance for me. He is also my brother, a blood brother.

I can't get tenderness from that woman in that gloomy dungeon in the north, not even with false tenderness, not before, and even less in the future, it seems that it is already a great honor for me that she did not put on a stinky face for me!

I know! I know why she is like this...... So I left, left the woman and everything that was associated with her, whether it was because of anger or something else I did.

But what about now? Now I'm not leaving, I'm kicked out!

So what am I?

I feel like I'm a hell of a failure! I didn't get anything, I didn't get anything! I still think I'm weird, I think I'm quite capable, and I think I still have all kinds of possibilities...... But what am I now?

I don't have anything left! Or maybe I never really had one!

I still think about this and that, and I worry about this and that, and I think about this and that, and I think about the future of the Alliance, for the sake of humanity, for the sake of the people of Minahir Harbor, for the sake of the Forsaken, and in the end I realize that I am a fucking joke!

I have been eating radishes and worrying about it for so many years, and now I have nothing, I could have enjoyed my old age by Varian's side, to be a real right-hand man of the king, and to be a real man! But I didn't, I was so confused that I was the way I am now, I thought I was in control, and I felt that I had an infinite chance to become as strong as before. At least there's a place for you everywhere!

Thinking about this makes my heart twitch!

Place! Where can I get a place? Who can look up to me? Who can be treated with such respect everywhere as I did when I was the King's Guard?

What is this not a failure?

The wind and sand were blowing on my clothes, and the horse under my crotch was moving listlessly, and I now had no goal, no direction, no thoughts, only chagrin, only remorse, only anger, and sadness.

I'm just now realizing that I've lived a lonely life!

Do I have any friends? Far away in Gilnethi, or Minethir, or in ...... Thunder Bluff, or further north.

Are they my friends? I couldn't help but put a question mark on myself. Do they remember me? Or maybe there was a moment when I was remembered. Would it be ...... if I went to see them now?

No, I'm not going to go to them. What do they think of me when they see me?

All the way north to the seaside in the west, which is not very far from Ironstone, where we first arrived many years ago. I still remember everything back then, but the reason why I came back really makes me sadder the more I think about it.

Why should I come back? For women?

Ha, I might as well just do it for that woman! When I snatched that woman directly, grabbed it, and then went freely, it might not have so much to do. What the fuck do I care? Do you really feel that the rise and fall of the world is responsible? What kind of big-tailed wolf did I pretend to be him, and he gathered people to come back and help? Do people need my help? Do they lack me, a hundred and ten people? I've basically thrown all of these 100 people here, and what do I get? What did they get? Monuments have been lifted!

What did I want to do? Saving the nations from fire and water? Successful? Come home rich or famous? Make a name for yourself?

Why am I so good? How dare I? How can I be so confident? I don't even have a fucking name now, and even my identity is fake!

Elle has passed away, and I'm once again left with nothing.

I lost what I loved, and what loved me, and what I had and what I shouldn't have lost.

The people who followed behind me were gone, they disappeared when I arrived in Ironstone, and there was no one behind me when I left Ironstone. They were Edwin's men, and my sanity told me I couldn't kill them, but I had a lot of grievances in my heart that I had no place to vent.

The sun shines on the beach, the waves rush up the beach and slowly retreat, and the white spray emerges and disappears, as if nothing ever existed. There should be fish-people here, and I'm already imagining in my head how I'm going to slash them when they show up. But when the sun set in the west, they emerged in droves out of the sea and appeared on the beach one by one, my sanity told me...... Don't be impulsive.

But I wasn't going to just walk away, and I had to give myself an account for sitting all afternoon, so I drew my bow and arrows.

The arrow made a beautiful arc through the air, and at the end of that arc was some unlucky unlucky guy who caught the arrow I had fired with its own body. As their companions fell to the ground with arrows, the group of retarded idiots looked around, some unmoved.

The second arrow, the third arrow...... I practiced shooting at the fishmen from a distance, until their huge eyes finally spotted me.

I ran away again.

And when I escaped, the grievance in my heart rose again!

I hate it!

But now I don't really know what to do. I don't want Edwin to do this to me, but what can I do to fix it now? Infiltrate Stormwind and kill Varian's son? Or kill the nobles in Stormwind? Bolvar? Leorick? Wendsol? Or Grayson? Or maybe the father of the Deria, who I'm inextricably linked to?

Did you slack off until now?

It is to know, or simply know what to do, what to do, what can be done but is unwilling to do it, just don't want to do it, just too lazy to do it.

The campfire reflected my face, and I suddenly felt a strong sense of loneliness and disgust.

I've been alone for so many years. There was a time when I thought it was good to be alone, trouble-free, neat, no one to drag down, no one to worry about, and to be free.

Now my mind is very messed up, and I have nothing to say to myself now. Now my body feels a little uncomfortable, from the initial impatience and irritability and I don't know how to make myself comfortable to now I am a little too lazy to move.

Am I old?

Touching my own face, this face of rejuvenation, I recalled Edwin's words, which made my heart twist. An irrepressible sense of grief and anger made me restless.

My face has become younger, and even my body, arms, chest and abdomen, and even the lower body organs that have not been used for a long time have become more vibrant, but for me it only makes me feel more irritable. Don't I need a woman? No, I need to! Of course I can't help it! But I don't have the slightest bit of thought right now.

Walking slowly east along the seashore, greeting the sunrise with my face and farewell to the sunset with my back, day after day, until I came to the river on the western border with the Alvin region, the mouth of the river was wide, and the shallows that had been pounded were full of waterfowl, and the world turned red in the afterglow of the setting sun.

After a few days, my heart gradually became less uncomfortable, and I probably figured it out, hum, in fact, I didn't figure it out, but I knew that what I had done and what I wanted to do in the future was what I wanted to do. Regret...... Not of any use.

At this time and then, my state of mind and mentality determined what I would do, although I would not go back to the past, but if I really went back to the past, I would still choose that path if I couldn't keep it in that state of mind back then.

It is pure stupid to look at the past with the eyes of the present and judge the past with the experience of the present, I ...... Everything we need to do now and in the future is also based on the judgment and choice made by my current cognition, and when I look back in the future, if I still regret the choices I made in the past, then I really haven't made any progress at all.

Hmph, no regrets, no regrets. The past is gone, and I have a new future to face.

I raised my gun and fired it into the air, startling the perched waterfowl on the tidal flats. I saw freedom when the birds that were dyed red by the setting sun flapped their wings and rushed into the blue sky.

The Silent River flows through what was once the Sunshine Glades and now the Twilight Forest, flowing through the Elwyn Forest and the Wild West, a river that bears witness to what is happening in the three regions of the kingdom. Time flies, and it still flows quietly, flowing into the sea and blending into the ocean.

No one knows if death and filth lie beneath the calm waters, all one sees is the apparently calm river and all it creates.

I...... Be like this river, or I am this river. Let's flow forward like this, turn around when you encounter obstacles, turn around when you encounter obstacles, turn around when you don't go well, and what can happen before you finally merge into this world and return to dust...... Just let it happen!