As night fell, the town was still full of joy.

The six-stringed piano beats to a bright beat, and young men and women writhe in the square, dancing to their heart's content. A few large cauldrons were boiling thick soup, and the dwarves who were greedy for cups were boiling hot pots around the fire, holding beers and boasting about their recent experiences.

The soldiers who returned from the change of guard became the most popular guests, and almost everyone pulled them to hear the latest stories. Whether it's a brave princess or a clever craftsman, there are even people who ask what the Lord of the Red Pavilion, who always seems to be gloomy, is doing.

"He just stepped on the barbarian leader." The soldiers pointed to the cellar where the two elders were being held and explained in general terms. This statement obviously did not satisfy the taste of the audience, so they continued to heckle the soldiers to go into more detail.

In the dark and cold cemetery in the distance of the square, the handwriting on the tombstone has not yet dried, and Lydia, dressed in white, walks alone with a micro-lamp and a bouquet of white flowers. As she got closer, she suddenly saw a black silhouette in the dark night sky.

"Not smiling?" She was a little surprised.

In this darkness where you can't see your fingers, I'm afraid that only someone as weird as not smiling would wear a cloak as black as night.

"You're ...... Do what? She asked cautiously.

"Same as you." He replied.

White petals were sprinkled on the tombstones, and the two looked silently at the new graves.

"War is brutal." Lydia somehow came out of nowhere.

didn't smile or speak, just sprinkled another handful of petals.

After a long time, he sighed, "But without a fight, it is more cruel." ”

Lydia thought of the village that had been slaughtered, and her heart was a little desolate. She was silent for a moment, then suddenly quietly looked up at the side face of the man beside her.

It was the first time she had looked so seriously without smiling, still with arrogant eyes and an indifferent look, as if everything around her was not of the slightest interest. Is his heart also cold and heartless like this?

If he really is a heartless person, why did he come here?

"This person has fled from Ice Wolf Castle." Buxiao suddenly spoke, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was depressed and lonely, "He was taken away by Priest Trick to build a chapel, his mother was forced to die by the priest, and his fiancée was exiled far away......"

"He came with the brass hammer, his mother was thrown into the furnace, and now only his father is alone......"

"This is the tailor's daughter, in order to avenge her parents......"

"The only son of a pastry seller ......"

"He's from ......"

He muttered alone, as if everyone here was a relative he was familiar with, so familiar that even Lydia was surprised. He just kept babbling on and on about everyone he knew.

But in the midst of these clueless narratives, Lydia hears the sadness buried in her heart without laughing.

Such a deep sorrow, such a painstaking sadness.

She didn't know how to respond, she didn't know what to say to comfort him, she could only accompany him quietly.

What kind of tragic experience has created today's cold-hearted and unsmiling appearance?

"I often wonder if their sacrifice is necessary." Looking at this cemetery without smiling, it is getting bigger, and it may be even bigger in the future, "If I can replace them......"

Lydia subconsciously raised her hand and covered her mouth from smiling, "Do you think no one will be sad if you die?" ”

The moment her fingers touched her non-smiling lips, her brain crashed as if it had been struck by lightning.

Oh my god, what am I talking about!

The two of them stood in this position for half a minute, and Lydia finally came to her senses.

She pulled her hands behind her back in a panic and turned awkwardly to look into the distance, "I mean...... Others will be sad too, Red Dragon, Copper Hammer, Boss Lady, Finks, Shirley, and so many others are counting on you to lead them to life. ”

"I will survive and lead them all to survive." The voice of not laughing is categorical.

Three days later, on a rainy night.

Two Korsonians rode a demon wolf through the foliage of the forest, followed by the sound of torrential rain mixed with the shouts of their pursuers. Looking back, the sporadic firelight had spread across most of the valley, and there was only suffocating darkness ahead.

"Dried fish, there's a dead wood sentry in front of you." The uncle panted and harnessed the wolf, and the little Korson, known as "Dried Fish", could only hold his waist tightly.

The uncle pulled the reins, and the demon wolf jumped up and jumped over several collapsed trees, and ran into a small path.

Blowing arrows and steel forks roared, and some blowguns hit the demon wolf's body. The demon wolf endured the pain and accelerated. The speed of the gallop frightened the dried fish and couldn't open his eyes, and he could only rely on the uncle's control.

"Babble!" Someone screamed, and a flying fork hit the demon wolf's neck. The demon wolf was killed on the spot, and the two people on his back were also thrown to the ground.

"Dried fish, are you still alive?" The uncle crawled to the ground, his body was soaked, blood and rain mixed together.

"I'm here." As soon as the dried fish responded, a few more blow arrows were fired. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, crawling out from under the corpse of the demon wolf pressed against him. It seems that this time it is more auspicious and less auspicious.

Thunder rolled in the sky, the wind whined terribly through the surrounding branches, and large swaths of dead grass swayed helplessly in the wind. The dried fish probe glanced at the uncle, but saw him holding a steel fork and looking in the direction of the pursuers.

"Let's go." The uncle gasped, "Your sister saved me, and this life should be returned to you." ”

Dried fish immediately understood that the uncle was trying to save him, but ......

The voice of the pursuer was getting closer and closer, and the roar seemed to be in the ears.

"Let's go." The uncle glared at the dried fish, "If we can save Mira, there is still hope for our clan!" ”

Dried fish's tears had fallen, but he knew this was not the time for indecision. He took a sharp breath and ran in the direction of the Deadwood Sentry.

At this moment, an eerie laugh came from a distance. The dried fish was shocked, this voice was too familiar: Great Elder Pegu, did he personally chase after him?

Lightning pierced the night sky, and a black shadow gradually appeared in the forest, a strange demonic beast.

It had the shape of a cheetah, black but covered with razor-sharp scales, and a huge mouth full of sharp fangs. Its belly and limbs were covered with a carapace that was incredibly hard, and its sharp claws exuded an evil, icy aura.

It's not any kind of naturally occurring monster, so it doesn't have a name, and no one knows how powerful it is. Anyone who has seen its power has become his food.

The dried fish did not dare to stay for a long time and struggled to escape.

The dark green eyes of the monster were looking for a target in the darkness, and just as it wanted to lock on to the fleeing dried fish, a steel fork suddenly flew and caught its attention.

"Pegu, you ungrateful thing!" The uncle suddenly roared, "You have failed the will of Elder Walker, you have failed the people of Kolsun!" ”

Probably knowing that he was going to die, the uncle actually said something that he never dared to say on weekdays.

"Shadow, kill him." Elder Pegu's contemptuous command floated through the night.

The monster howled and pounced on the uncle, who was trampled on the ground without any chance of resisting. The monster raged wildly, tearing at the uncle's limbs, the sharp fangs gnawed at the uncle's flesh, and the blood gushed out, staining the monster's face red.

Yu Gan ran in grief, he wanted to save the uncle, but he also knew that if he turned back, he would only have to add a corpse.

Run, run, run.

I don't know how long I ran, but the fire of the dead wood sentry finally appeared in front of me. A muffled thunder sounded in the sky, and Dried Fish looked up, and a girl with antlers on her head stood in the treetops in front of him, pointing at him with a bow and crossbow

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Save my sister!" The dried fish suddenly felt black in front of him, the sky was dark, and he fainted to the ground in a blink of an eye.