There was no change on the walls. Quan Hao saw that the guards around him were all calm. At most, a few people raised their heads from their busyness and came to the wall to observe the movement on the other side. Then, do whatever you have to do. Those who patrol continue to patrol, those who repair the city wall continue to repair, and those who maintain weapons continue to maintain.

This is a group of people who have come to their senses.

Hasuo's eyes were fixed on a figure who was hurrying up the city wall. Turning his head to Quan Hao, he said, "It seems that I can't continue to go shopping with you." When the herald came, he must have told me to go to the opposite wall for a meeting, and the main battlefield was to the south. He pointed to the wall on the other side. "The last of our elite troops, the general and two magicians are there. Stay here for a while and do what you can. Although this sentence is useless, but, take care of yourself. ”

After hearing this, Quan Hao looked nervously in the direction of the orc camp. There was no sign of cease, and his heart was pounding. "Is it too late? The orcs are about to attack the city, right?"

He set up a pergola to observe the position of the sun, and confidently said to the traverser: "Don't worry, it won't." The sun is in the west, and the enemy will not attack the city today. If the enemy does this, it will be dark when the city is taken. The orcs could not sacrifice the results of a heavy battle to their god of war in the dark. This affects God's evaluation. Make an otherwise perfect ending less than perfect. Therefore, the orc king Billon must be tomorrow morning when he moves to attack the city. You've got one more night. Enjoy this last time. ”

After saying that, he didn't bother to take the ladder, and jumped straight down from the nearly ten-meter-high city wall, and disappeared in a few flashes.

Later, Quan Hao realized that when Ha Suo left, he could no longer find anyone to communicate with on the city wall. Everyone was working here, and he stood there for a while, and a dozen groups of people walked in front of him. Although no one gave him a strange look, Quan Hao still felt embarrassed. In order not to look too special, he weighed it up and now had to join the team that repaired the city walls. This was an individual job, because there were no ready-made stones on the walls, and all the building materials had to be found in the rubble heaps inside the city. But it was not so easy to find a stone of the right size that would allow him to move to his destination in one go. He doesn't like to exercise much, and the first time he carried a stone of more than 20 pounds, his arm trembled a little. The second time, I had to pick up a smaller one, only a dozen pounds. Walking in the crowd, there were other people, and each stone was at least three times the size of his own. As for two or three people, it is even more ridiculously large. Even Quan Hao saw a ten-year-old child, holding at least forty pounds of stones in his arms, and flew past him with a whoosh. His teeth were sore.

The stones were spread out along the city walls, and there were special people who were responsible for measuring where a particular stone was suitable for repair, or whether it was piled up for stone. The stone piers carried by others are on the ground, and there is always a muffled "bang" sound. Only Quan Hao's small point, with a "poof", he couldn't even splash dust. Ashamed, he hurriedly lowered his head and walked away.

The third time, Quan Hao cheered himself up, gritted his teeth and lifted a stone of more than 30 catties. It's okay to walk on flat ground, and it's over the stone steps. He felt his legs tremble, his arms were cramping, and he didn't hold it steady, and he almost threw the stone down. Fortunately, someone in the back was quick and helped him, which prevented an accident.

Quan Hao hurriedly said thank you. The other party is an uncle in his forties with a look on his face. I couldn't understand what he said, but I could guess the general meaning. Smiled at him gently. With both hands, he turned the stone he was holding in half a circle, put the flatter side on top of it, and motioned to Quan Hao to put his stone on it.

The traverser is embarrassed to do this, no matter how thick-skinned he is. The uncle's own stone is hundreds of pounds. Hurriedly shook his head, gritted his teeth and continued to move upward. This time, the stone was transported to its destination without any danger.

With a "bang", Quan Hao let out a sigh. There were a few applause behind me. When he turned around, he saw the uncle looking at him with a smile on his face. A few people passing by also applauded.

Quan Hao scratched his head embarrassedly. Of course, he knew that he was nothing, and he was not worthy of applause. But perhaps knowing that the end is coming, everyone here is willing to leave their best in the world. So everybody wants to be nice to people. It was this applause that made the traverser feel that he was one step closer to the world, and he was no longer an alien who was out of place.

In this way, Quan Hao made several new friends. Uncle Rum and his old buddies. Although the language barrier did not prevent him from starting work with them. This time, the traverser knows to do what he can. No one will laugh at him, everyone here, there is no language, there is no racial division. Regardless of skin color and customs, in the current context they all have only one name in common - human.

The traverser knew he couldn't do anything, he was small. But being able to contribute to the final battle always makes him have fewer regrets. Although even a miracle will not necessarily save the fate of humanity today. But at least, when he travels to another world, he can always walk with a little peace of mind. Even if it's just self-deception.

In the evening, the guards received a batch of reinforcements. When these reinforcements were seen, everyone was silent. Women, children and the elderly accounted for the vast majority of them, and at the end of the line, there were two children who were not even up to Quan Hao's waist.

The cruelty of the race war, no matter how many pictures the traveler has seen when they are on Earth, is not as shocking as the immersive one.

Those who had never experienced the battlefield were called together by a man in a black uniform, each with a tattered rusty sword. Quan Hao is no exception. Now it is definitely too late to organize people to train, and the man in black simply taught two swordsmanship and left in a hurry. Quan Hao picked up the rusty sword and swung it twice, and according to his few fighting cells, he felt that these two moves were quite sharp. They are all ruthless moves, and they should be able to wield strong lethality by surprise or by a sword master. But he also knows that the most critical factor in unleashing lethality is strength. Without the most basic strength, no matter how good a trick is, it's just juggling. These old and weak who act as reinforcements are obviously not comparable to the strength of the orc warriors. It is not so much that they were given swords to defend themselves against their enemies, but rather that these weapons were simply used to kill themselves from additional pain.

Dinner that day was served with mashed potatoes, toasted brown bread and half a glass of red wine per person. No one spoke during the meal. After the meal, it got dark. Except for a few who patrolled the walls with torches, the others sat around several fires, most of them lying down in their clothes. In the darkness, I don't know who started the song, the melody is quite beautiful, but it is a very poignant and sad song. The song seems to be mourning parting, and it is like grieving for fate. The most painful scene for Quan Hao appeared, a little girl who was three years old at most, babbling and milky, and two pigtails dangling around. Although he stumbled in singing, he was ignorant and happy because he was doing the same thing as adults.

The song is probably famous, and more and more people are joining the chorus. Under the light of the starry sky, the entire Streamer City was enveloped in this endless song, as if human beings were singing an elegy for themselves.

In the midst of this poignant song, Quan Hao quietly came to the hut where he appeared. The space-time gate is still sparkling. The traverser lowered his head, the multicolored colors reflected on his face.

He stood in front of the space-time gate, quietly listening to the singing outside the house. The face was tense. He didn't understand the meaning of the song, but that didn't stop him from thinking it was a good song. When the sun rises tomorrow, this song, this city, and all the imprints of human civilization here in this world will disappear forever like ashes. No trace is ever seen again. The traverser struggled to memorize every melody of the song. He didn't know why, maybe it was to keep a memorial. Leave the last imprint on this human civilization that is about to die out and will not be known by the rest of the world.

The more I listened, the more the traverser was infected by the sad melody. When empathy, a sense of loneliness peculiar to a traveler arises. The kind of depression that can't be appealed to the mouth, the pressure on the chest is like a thousand pounds.

He bowed deeply in the direction of the door. "I'm sorry, I can't help you." Then the body fell backwards, silently sinking into the space-time portal.

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