When exactly did the demigods fall?

No one knew that the people of Middle-earth had seen him again recently.

He was dressed in a thin robe, and his broad figure had withered, and only a skeleton remained, as if a gust of wind could sweep away. There was also a small attendant beside him, a young man who was not yet twenty years old, with a soft beard just emerging from his mouth, and a hint of golden hair in his aqua blue hair.

The little attendant was also dressed in a robe, carrying a small package, straddled a water bladder, and carried a cage containing two gold-swallowing beasts in his hand.

From his slender and white fingers, it can be seen that he has been pampered since he was a child.

No one knew where the demigods were going, and no one dared to ask.

People just bowed their heads respectfully to get out of the way, and then stared at their backs and talked.

Even the emperor, who had received the news, hurriedly rode a griffon, and the response was nothing more than a demigod's next sentence.

"Watch your empire, I'll be back."

He said this without even stopping his footsteps.

Then he took the little squire all the way to the west, crossed the city of Gardinanras, an important city in the southwest of the empire, and disappeared into the vast desert.

The second half of the sentence reassured the emperor a lot, and the first half of the sentence also made many careerists rejoice.

They heard that the human demigods were saying "your empire", not ours. For the first time, the Empire and the Demigods used you and me to distinguish each other.

Of course, careerists wouldn't be foolish enough to think that the demigods would give up protecting the Empire, but they tasted something else—he wouldn't be able to do it for long.

Only those who are dying will sort out their lifelong persistence.

And the little squire beside him is no stranger, and anyone who cares will know that the child's name is Edla, and he is the only demigod descendant today.

Invincible as a demigod is going to plan for future generations!

This means that when he returns again, it will be time to pass away.

What a delightful message!

Your Majesty the Great Demigod, may you come back soon!

All the forces of the human kingdom are looking forward to it, but none of this has anything to do with the demigods.

He and his descendants stood on the edge of the endless desert, their eyes deep and unable to hide their sorrow, "Throw down your boots, Edla." You won't need them anymore. ”

"Yes, Ancestor."

The little squire didn't ask anything, but obediently carried out the will of the demigod.

The sun had made the sand hot, and he was a little uncomfortable.

"Don't call me Ancestor, your Ancestors are a bunch of rubbish! For more than two hundred years, there has been neither a huge family nor the strength to protect glory. I don't bother to be in the company of them. ”

The little squire was embarrassed, and he didn't know what he had done wrong.

He has held it in the palm of his hand since he was a child, grew up in front of this legendary ancestor, and has never been reprimanded.

"Alas, child, it's not your fault."

The human demigod sighed and stepped into the desert, "Call me Grandpa, your ancestors have brought you endless suffering instead of glory. ”

The little squire hastened to follow.

Oh shit!

The sand was not ordinary, and he felt that the soles of his feet were going to be blistered soon.

He didn't seem to understand the language of this existence that everyone looked up to on the Endless Continent.

He is still very young and has not yet seen through the eyes of the essence.

He only knew that the patron saint of the family would not live for long, and he also knew that he had to work hard to become a strong man and become a new generation of patron saints to multiply the family.

He doesn't know anything but that.

Soon, he learned the harsher reality, in the staccato words of the demigod Uther.

Child, there is a saying on the Endless Continent that is the eternal law, strength determines fate, and interests determine everything.

Our family had no strength, and it was soon gone, after I died.

For two hundred years, I have brought untold glory to your ancestors, and now I can only bring you suffering.

After I die, you, as the only demigod descendant and the owner of the Brendo surname, have no refuge anywhere in the world.

In the human world, you will be killed, your heart gouged out, and all the blood in your body will be drained to sacrifice to various gods; In the eyes of subhumans and beasts, you are a delicacy, and they will tie you to the altar or eat you. Because you have the blood of demigods in your body, and they have the expectation of breaking the shackles of heaven and earth.

Hearing this, the little squire could no longer feel the heat and pain under his feet.

Even if there are already quite a few blisters on the soles of the feet.

The endless sadness in the heart overshadowed the feelings of the body, but the words of the demigod were not over yet.

Edla, poor child, it is your misfortune to be born in this age, and it is a fate that you cannot escape. Everyone has their own destiny, and if you want to change and master it, you can only let yourself have the strength to face everything.

Strength determines fate, and so do you.

Son, strength doesn't come in a vacuum, although you've been working hard, and you're much better than your waste ancestors, but it's not enough.

There are too many useless things mixed in your body, and these impurities are also in your divine veins, so that you will not be able to become a strong person for the rest of your life. Even if you forcibly break through the shackles, all you get in exchange is broken bones.

Child, everyone is a river, and every river has its own direction.

What you need to do is change the direction of the river and turn your destiny around.

That's why we're heading west.

Like now, walking barefoot in the desert like you?

The little squire was tempted to ask, but he still couldn't understand why he was barefoot. The power of the human demigod comes from the earth, and his true name is that as long as he stands on the earth, he will never get tired and will never be killed. Now that he is barefoot, the strength in his body is drying up, and he can't do anything about it.

The little squire knows this.

But he wasn't a demigod and didn't have the law of real names, so he quickly vetoed the idea.

If walking barefoot in the desert can improve strength, then the strong people in the human world have long been everywhere.

Edla, my only descendant, the surname Brendo makes your life too comfortable.

Wind and rain will destroy the flowers in the greenhouse, and the heavens will not favor the weak shoulders.

Luckily, it's not too late.

Now you start the first step, feel the heat and feel the pain with your bare feet, which will not increase your strength, but will strengthen your will. Only with a strong will can you bravely go to the darkness and find the light from the darkness.

What the human demigods have to say today is over.

His last sentence was: "Edla, do you have any questions?" ”

The little squire shook his head.

He knew that this grandfather would tell him everything he wanted to know, when he had the corresponding strength.

Now, just do what you're taught, and don't be overwhelmed.

I'm still a fledgling, a fledgling that hasn't experienced wind and rain.

He told himself, firm in his faith.

The soles of the feet are already full of blisters, the old ones are broken, and the new ones are still popping up.

Every step hurts, and every step wants to retreat.

I am a flower in a greenhouse and must go through wind and rain.

He told himself, stepping away again and again, as if it were someone else's foot.

He was soaking wet.

The pain brought to him by the fierce sun was not only on the soles of his feet, but also on his body and in his mouth.

The robe on his body was wet and dry, dry and wet, and the last bit of sweat could not come out, and the whole person had a sour smell.

Thirst tormented him all the time, because before he went into the desert, his grandfather had told him that he could only drink three sips of water before he stopped.

He'd already taken two sips, and now the sun was still two hours away.

Why only drink three sips of water, he doesn't need to ask to know the answer, and he exercises his endurance like playing barefoot.

Only with patience can we wait for the darkness to pass and the dawn to come.

He looked at the back in front of him, and the person in front of him had not touched a drop of water, and he had not sweated at all, as if he was not a human being.

Grandpa wasn't human, he was a demigod.

He comforted himself, licking his chapped lips.

I am his offspring, and my body remains in his blood, and there is no reason to run away and retreat.

....................

The long day had finally passed, and the silver moon had sprinkled its light all over the heavens and the earth, making countless stars blink happily and playfully with their eyes, while the blood moon seemed to be shy, leaving only a small patch of blood in the sky.

Edra gently lowered the small package, which contained two robes, both his.

The robes on the demigod's crown are always spotless.

He respectfully handed the demigod a water bladder.

"Feed the Gold Swallowing Beast a little, don't drink it yet, wait for me to come back."

The latter shook his head, then disappeared from the young man's sight.

It was so fast that Edra couldn't even see the track, and he was back in less than five minutes, with an extra sand snake with thick arms.

Alive, the two-meter-long body wrapped around the demigod's arm in vain.

With a slight shake, he threw all the sand snake's spine cracks in front of the young man, "Drink its blood, and roast it." ”

Edra did so immediately, the animal's blood contained salt, and he had lost too much today.

And the footsteps of the demigods have not stopped since the morning, which means that they have no chance to eat lunch.

A snake wasn't enough, and though the demigod had only taken a small piece, Edra felt she could eat the next one. But his ancestors were already sitting cross-legged on the sidelines, closing their eyes.

I had to learn to endure and stand up to any trial.

He told himself, then picked up the water bladder. It was a four-day journey from the edge of the desert to the first oasis, and he had only three water bladders, half of which were gold-swallowers.

"Leave a little for the soles of your feet, or tomorrow you won't be able to walk."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Cold water poured on the soles of her feet, washing away the dust entangled in the blood bubbles, dousing the scorching pain, and at this moment Edra felt that she had her feet again.

On the second and third days, except for stepping on the hot sand, the only thing that changed was that the human demigods stopped talking, and there were already a lot of skin cocoons on the soles of the feet of the little squire, which were formed after the layers of blisters were broken.

On the evening of the fourth day, they finally arrived at the oasis.

It's a tiny oasis with just over two dozen trees growing around a small puddle and scattered weeds.

This little oasis was hard to find in the middle of nowhere, and Edra was amazed at how her grandfather knew about it, had he been here before?

Young people keep their doubts in their hearts and concentrate on dealing with food.

A monster with a long tail and a reptile that is the owner of the oasis and becomes a dinner under Edla's dagger.

Edra had finally eaten a full meal, and the beast was much bigger than a calf, and it only took a small half to kill him. The rest went into the belly of the demigod, and the miraculous thing was that the dry flat stomach did not change at all.

He's not human, he's a demigod.

The little squire told himself again.

After dawn, walk in the sun, and after dark, fall asleep on grains of sand.

The boring days lasted for another half a month, and Edra had adapted to the desert, the soles of his feet were no longer afraid of the heat, his sweat was no longer flowing freely, and he could skillfully hunt sand snakes or other food.

Everything is going in a good direction, and even the demigod even said: You're not too bad.

Is this for sure?

It should be, after all, the ancestors are collectively called waste, and there are many strong people among them when the empire was founded.

Under the crown of a demigod who can call the strong a waste, how terrifying is the strength?

The little squire knew right away.

After walking for another four or five days, they were met by a black storm.

When the strong wind swept up the dust, forming a sand wave more than 20 meters high and more than 500 meters wide, Edla's first reaction was to turn around and run, this kind of power of heaven and earth even dragons and giants could not compete.

And his grandfather, who grabbed his arm with one hand, still kept walking.

The gods are above!

The little squire's cold sweat broke out at once, and he had hardly experienced the situation of facing death directly.

Then he experienced a magical scene, the wind and sand blew two meters in front of the demigods and took the initiative to separate, they were like high-speed forward crossbow arrows breaking through layers of huge waves to the other side.

He's not human, he's a demigod.

The little squire's gaze fell on the back in front of him, extremely reverent.

I am his descendant, and I cannot live up to this honor.

After another five days of walking, a huge oasis appeared in the distance, surrounded by a rudimentary railing, which by the size of the gap in the railing was a barrier to the cattle.

"Take up arms, Edla, your battle has begun."

The human demigod took the Gold Swallower cage in his hand and stomped lightly on the sand.

From where they stood to the edge of the oasis, countless creatures shook out of the sand, some flying more than two meters above the ground. These creatures all have long tails, sharp mouths, and are about the height of humans, but they are thin and thin.

The Sand Lizardmen, a close relative of the Terror Zeri Lizardmen, are also a semi-civilized barbarian sub-human race.

Their eyes have two membranes that allow them to see even when they are buried in sand.

The little squire picked up the dagger and rushed over, blooming with many bewitching blood-colored flowers.

The strength of the sand lizard people is not high, almost all of them stop at the level of ordinary human warriors, but there are too many of them.

About a thousand meters away from the oasis, their disgusting heads were heaving.

Edla's weapons were two daggers, and his bow and arrows were ordered to be thrown at home.

Before becoming a strong man, the bow and arrow was a joke.

That's what the demigods say.

The dagger was short, which meant that killing one only required hand-to-hand combat, which took him too much strength, and he was out of breath after only a hundred meters.

And the demigod walked leisurely in front of him, just shaking away the surging sand lizard people, and he had no intention of making a move.

This is my battle, I am a descendant of a demigod.

Edra held on to this belief, two hundred meters, three hundred meters, five hundred meters... His arms had been scratched by sharp claws, the same wounds were still on his legs, waist, chest and back, and his robes had long been tattered and stained red with blood, both his own and those of the sand lizardmen.

"Uh..."

Another sand lizard man lay on the sand with its throat in its hand, its mouth wide open and breathing desperately, but it was blocked by the blood gushing out, and it twitched unwillingly and left the world.

Nine hundred meters later, Edra could even see the skulls on the rudimentary railings, but he was also at the end of his crossbow.

Too many wounds took away a lot of blood and strength, a very light dagger was incomparably heavy on a sore arm, and the dusty air could not feel sweet in the violently undulating chest.

I have the blood of a demigod in my veins, and there is no way back in the entire Endless Continent.

The little squire gritted his teeth, silently recited the words that made him fight, and moved forward step by step, leaving one corpse after another.

His mind was blank, his empty eyes were full of numbness, and the two daggers kept stretching out and retracting according to instinct, like a marionette.

Finally he fell, located behind the railing.

I did it.

He breathed heavily, slumped on the ground, and felt that the sun was not very hot today.

The human demigod who had walked in front finally turned around and tapped his fingers on his limbs, dispelling away a lot of numbness and soreness.

"Learning to fight with the instincts of the body is the foundation of becoming a strong man."

He said, his voice tinged with a hint of approval, "You're a little better than your waste ancestor." ”

"Yes, Grandpa."

The way he struggled to get up and received the praise of those who regarded him as a god's residence always made people feel instantly empowered.

But after he stood up, the scene in front of him made him stunned again.

There were many sand lizards in front of him.

Many, many, all women and children.

What was even more surprising was that these sand lizard people still had smiles on their faces, and greeted them with enthusiastic snorts, pointing to a huge large tent not far away.

What does it mean to invite us to a table?

The little squire was stunned, he looked back at the bloody road that was still a mess of corpses, and then at the smile on his face carrying the kettle.

What's this playing?

Hard spell can't be changed to poison in water?

But his grandfather had already filled three jugs of water and got into the tent.

Well, I'm a descendant of a demigod.

He inserted the dagger into the leather bundle around his waist and learned to pour sweet water.

The tent was large, and like the carpet on the floor, it had the same obvious desert oasis style, embroidered with a lot of sand coconut trees and patterns of unknown meaning. The tents were filled with female sand lizardmen, bloated and unwielding. They formed a semicircle, giving way to the guests, and in the middle were many melons and fruits from the oasis and bloody pieces of demonic beast meat.

And the human demigods are eating melons and fruits, and they have not touched the meat of the monsters.

Aren't these sand lizards the same tribe as the people outside?

With a lot of questions buried in her heart, Edra sat down next to the demigod and began to feast.

He was also hungry.