Ivan did not know exactly how long the battle would last.

When he awoke, the hazy morning light was pouring through the small, black-framed windows without curtains, and there was a faint smell of dust in the air. An old wooden bed and a warm quilt covering the body make people think that everything that happened before was an illusory dream.

However, this small room he had never seen before.

Even though he was still a little tired, the tension of being in an unknown place made him sit up quickly. The room was probably less than ten square meters, but it was hastily tidied up, and there were toppled hangers lying on the floor, and a few old clothes were haphazardly stuffed into wooden boxes and placed in the corners. On a skewed gray wooden cabinet next to the bed, the sunlight shrouded a hazy glow over the white statue of the maiden.

This is?

Ivan stared at the statue in a wistful manner. It is only twenty centimeters high, but it is so vividly carved. His long hair was tied into a high ponytail, he held a crossbow in his hand, and the traveling cloak behind him seemed to be lifted by the wind, revealing a simple and neat hunting suit, and the outline of his face made him feel very familiar, and a slight heartache permeated him

The old wooden door creaked, and someone carefully pushed open the door to the small room. Aisha looked surprised at the sight of Ivan sitting up, and then another hand reached out from behind her, and the door was opened.

"You're awake! This man said you want to rest for a long time, and you didn't call me over!" The little wolf casually patted Eisha on the shoulder and walked into the room with a big grin, "Hey Ivan, you look very good, haven't you run out of magic?"

“...... Huh?"

Maybe because he had just woken up, Ivan's head was still a little blurred. By the way, what kind of place is this? How long did he sleep? What happened to Lockeonde?

"Yi, Ivan needs to rest in the first place! Little wolf, you too, why don't you take care of your injuries? You obviously hurt very scary!" Aisha blushed without knowing what was going on, and pouted at the little wolf. The little wolf looked indifferent, with one hand on his waist and the other hand casually swinging.

"I've said I'm an old wound, and it doesn't hurt anymore anyway, besides, don't you find your way?"

"I didn't tell you to show me the way, little wolf!" said Echo, her cheeks puffed out in anger, and her face was so red that she almost dripped.

"This is my room, who will lead the way if I don't lead the way?" the little wolf smiled, "Hey, do you want to eat? or do you want to go back to sleep?" Lobe and they have cooked a big pot of chowder soup, and freshly baked bread, why don't I go and bring it to you?" The little wolf smiled and turned to Ivan.

"Ugh. Ivan was stunned, "This is...... Your room?"

No wonder, it looks like no one has lived in it for a long time. But how could he sleep in the wolf's room? and where was the wolf's room?

Ivan looked around. Stone walls, windows that let in sunlight, white statues on cabinets.

"It's my room, my room in Selfendi Castle. The craftsmen were noisy outside, and my room was quieter. The little wolf replied heartily, "Kritz turned my room upside down, and Lockevon and they came to clean it up again, the statue...... It was Lockevon who put it there. It's your mother. ”

Ivan suddenly felt a tightening in his chest, and his breathing became labored. His eyes widened, and the white statue smiled softly before his eyes.

By the way, this must be Wendy when she was younger. At that time, Wendy had a childish girlish face, but she was like his shadow. Ivan held his breath and suddenly realized that he really looked like Wendy.

The more intense pain in the imagination did not strike, and the warm memories slowly rippled like smiling tears. Is it because they talked to the little wolf about Wendy's story, whether it is remorse or sadness, it seems that someone has borne it with him. He found himself getting used to his life without Wendy, and even when he remembered the good old days, it was no longer so uncomfortable.

I just feel that it was really a lucky thing to have Wendy by his side and teach him so many things along the way.

"Lady Wendy?" Asha took a deep breath, "Ah...... That, Monsieur Lockonder is really ......," her gaze wandered, her expression unclear whether it was gratitude or regret.

Ivan looked away from the statue's face.

"What about Monsieur Lockond?" he asked.

"He's fine, he hasn't slept all night, they're all so excited!" the little wolf pouted, and then his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, "Hey, Ivan, thanks to you! Lockeonder went up and split Kritz's big iron man, Lockond's axe is so sharp, I don't know what material he made it of." That Krize, he still wants to run away! The craftsmen surrounded him from the nearby exit, and guess what? The doglegs actually surrendered! No one helped Kriz anymore! Haha!"

"Ah, then," Ivan thought in his heart. Lockevon and the others finally defeated Kritz......

"Well, we've finally taken our homeland!" said the little wolf, with a strong sense of pride in his tone, "Oh yes, Lockonde said, when you wake up, go look for him in the King's Hall." Those craftsmen have been making trouble all night, and now they probably haven't finished tossing yet!"

The hall was full of hustle and bustle.

Not long ago, there had been a battle here, and the traces of the explosion had not yet been cleared, and the Nomes had already set up wooden tables and barrels in the hall and gulped down their wine. The rejoicing Nome was not only the craftsmen who had recaptured the workshop, but also the many Norme civilians who had remained in Fort Selfendi had joined in, and even the soldiers were drinking and celebrating, as if they were also dissatisfied with Kritz.

The presence of Ivan, Aisha and the little wolf suddenly halved the noise in the entire hall, and several soldiers who had taken off their helmets glared at them in horror, as if they were in a state of trepidation.

"We've decided to go with Master Lockond!" the soldiers hurriedly explained, as an unknown young Noem shook his glass at the group, "Great, Wizard!"

"Remarkable!" echoed in the hall. The little wolf smiled and waved his hand at these Nooms, and took the lead into the big iron door, which was the big iron door inlaid with golden magic crystals.

Inside the iron gate is the King's Hall.

The solemn black stone pillars are carved with simple and solemn patterns, like a magnificent temple. The sky-like zenith is illuminated by countless white lights, far brighter than the sea of stars. At the end of the hall, a mountain-shaped black iron throne stands at the top of the staircase.

However, at this time, this majestic king's hall was also filled with tables, and the smell of wine and meat wafted everywhere. Lockevon ran from the back of the hall from a distance. He took off his armor, but he still carried a battle axe in his hand.

"Hey, kid!" he looked at Ivan from the bottom up, the corners of his mouth crooked, "you're in good spirits." ”

"It's okay, it's fine. Ivan felt that Lockevon was not as happy as the little wolf said, and couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

Lockonder snorted heavily, and pointed behind his shoulder with his thumb.

"Come with me, you've got to do something for me again......"