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(Well, so many people wonder why Tacitus can understand the words of the cold night?) I wrote very clearly early on, and the high-ranking elite of the church like Tacitus can understand it, but they can't speak it.) Blue is the only one who can speak Elvish. ）

Chapter 429 [Sacrifice Your Life]

"Adventure diary.

Today is the first day of the third month of the Great 6 of Deng, and if I remember correctly, if I am in my hometown, it should be September 14th. When I left my hometown and went to sea, winter was not over, and now, it was time for the autumn harvest to gather.

I just don't know if I'll ever have a chance to go back to Roland and take a look at the golden wheat field.

We are in a very bad condition. Since leaving the Surumby River, the road has been extremely difficult!

The team is rapidly attritional.

Just this morning, I buried Coren with my own hands - a brave knight, a faithful believer, and at the same time a simple and lovely young man.

I remember when I first went to sea, he quietly asked me how long it would take us to go to sea, and if we could make it back to the imperial capital before the summer celebrations. He also asked me if we would stop in the East China Sea, and he promised a girl from the imperial capital that he would give her a pearl from the East China Sea.

Although the Holy Order did not forbid members to marry, this simple young man still told me not to sue Lord Sù Tacitus. He had whispered to me that his ideal was to be a devout warrior like Lord Tacitus or Master Montoya, who devoted his life to the Church. But he met a beloved girl, and he has been struggling with this problem in his heart for the past year.

I remember that at that time, I told him that it would be okay to follow my heart. To dedicate to the church, the only one must be an ascetic for the rest of his life.

Before that terrible storm at sea, he whispered to me that he had figured it out. When he returned from his mission, he would propose to the girl with the pearls. And then. He would apply to be transferred out of the imperial capital and transferred to another diocese to become an instructor of a local Holy Knights.

But this morning, he died.

Death right before my eyes. I knelt beside him, squeezing his hand so hard that I could feel life slipping through his body.

The last moments. He squeezed my hand and asked me, "Is it true that he can't go back?" and if his soul can't return home......

I was in tears.

I don't know how to answer his question. Although I could memorize all the doctrinal scriptures, I could not find the answer to his final question from what I had learned.

This is not the first time!

And, I think, it won't be the last.

He was Lord Tacitus's most important and favorite young man. Lord Tacitus said that this guy was simple and enthusiastic, with a simple temperament, much like Lord Montoya in his youth, a simple idealist.

And until today, I suddenly appeared, perhaps...... All idealists. I don't think it will get any good results.

Lord Montoya dedicated himself to the church, had the courage to take responsibility, acted as a street assassin, and did so many things for the church, but in the end he could only sacrifice his honor and be removed as a scapegoat.

Lord Tacitus was also an idealist...... With great expectations, he led our team to the sea and came to this strange big 6, but what he got was disappointment again and again. Again and again, I watched my loyal deployment die in front of my eyes.

I don't know how many more people will die, and I don't even know if the rest of us will make it back to Roland alive - maybe we'll all die here, maybe.

But if one lucky person makes it back alive, I hope to bring back this diary of mine.

Because of these words. It records all the deeds of those of us, the most loyal sons and daughters of these temples, the most devout believers, who left their blood and lives in this strange place for the sake of ideals and beliefs.

May the Goddess bless us if she can really hear our prayers. ”

Lan Lan wrote this, already with tears in her eyes.

She slowly read the words on the parchment again, put away the charcoal pen in her hand, and then rolled it together with the parchment book, and put it away.

The state of the team is very bad, very bad!

The adventure team that originally boarded 6, and now, after coming here, there are less than thirty people left in the team.

Since leaving the Surumbi River, it has been more than 20 days along the way.

These days, people are dying almost every day, and people are dying every day.

Those ubiquitous traps, ubiquitous scary bugs, and even monsters......

Just the other morning, the team was attacked by a group of monsters flying from the sky.

It was a bunch of giant winged rats - bat-like in appearance, but with sharper claws.

They fly and pounce with ferocious movements, numbering in the hundreds.

In the process of resisting, someone was bitten by this thing.

Originally, everyone thought it was nothing - after all, no one died on the spot. As for some skin wounds, they were just cleaned and bandaged.

Most of the monsters that attacked the team were killed - mostly in the cold nights.

Originally, the team was still glad that they had repelled such a group of monsters, and that no one had died. But this kind of happiness disappeared completely that night!

Someone in the ranks started getting sick.

The illness is wound decay and is accompanied by severe fever.

Anyone who was scratched or bitten by those monsters during the daytime combat value showed symptoms of different Cheng dù.

The priest on the team tried healing, but it didn't work well. Seeing such a scene in the cold night, she immediately left the group, and only returned half a day later, bringing back something strange, as if it were the leaves of some kind of coniferous tree, and like the thorns of a cactus.

These things were crushed into powder on cold nights and applied to the wounded.

These things had a little effect, and the decay of the wound seemed to be suppressed, but the symptoms of heat could not be eliminated.

The cold night whispered to Sù Lanlan: There is nothing she can do.

The kind of monster that can fly and look like a bat is a kind of thing called a "owl". It has some chronic toxicity, and the local natives believe that it infects people with a disease similar to the plague.

In this abandoned large 6, there is nothing particularly effective in drug treatment.

The only recognized and most effective treatment is to drive back to the elven tribe as quickly as possible, and use the elven carudin's liquid to remove the toxin. Besides...... The strange plants that were collected on cold nights could only provide temporary relief from the disease.

Moreover, it can be seen that even if Cold Night is a master above the Holy Order, it is not absolutely safe on this dangerous Big 6.

At least today when I was attacked by those flying bat monsters. This Saint-level master, who was expected by everyone, did not appear in advance and make an early warning.

Cold Night Sue Sù Blue Blue: This bat-like thing can produce a peculiar sound wave...... This kind of sound is inaudible to ordinary people, and can only be felt by elves (because elves have different ear structures than humans). And this kind of sound wave has a very deceptive effect. It will cause some distress to the elves, and stimulate the elves' mental induction to become dull.

As for these people who were injured and then sick...... The cold night just whispered to Lan Lan, and it would take nearly twenty days to walk from here to the elf tribe.

But the injured person may not be able to hold on for another twenty days.

It depends on the individual's physique, some have a strong physique, can support a few more days, and a weaker physique......

He died the next morning.

Thereupon. In the four days since they were attacked by those bat monsters, the team was rapidly attritional.

Six sailors and crew members died one after another, and two clergy died.

And today, Cologne, the Holy Knight, has finally died of illness - the Holy Knight's constitution is generally very strong.

What worries Lan Lan even more is ......

Tacitus is sick too!

This holy knight has always been a leader. In that fierce battle, he was also wounded.

However, because he was the one with the best physique, his fever did not appear until the next night. And the degree of decay of the wound is also slower than that of ordinary people.

But today, Tacitus is weak.

The high fever for several days made this originally strong and majestic man begin to float when he walked.

Just now, he was in a coma for a short while. As a last resort, Lan Lan let the priest perform another healing technique, using the holy water he carried, which only relieved Tacitus a little.

After waking up, Tacitus immediately called Lan Lan to his side.

The Holy Knight who has lost a lot of weight. His face was not pretty—his face was covered with a flush, a sickly flush of a fever, and his eyes were not even as firm as they usually were, but a little sluggish.

"If I die...... This team is under your full command!"

This is the only explanation Tacitus has made to Lanlan!

Lan Lan looked at this holy knight who had always shown himself in the form of a tough guy, lying there weakly, he didn't even have the strength to hold a sword. He frowned tightly, and there was even a hint of despair and despair in his eyes......

At this moment, Lan Lan seemed to hear that something was gently shattering in her heart!

Goddess...... Can you really hear our prayers?

A team of three boats, crossing the ocean...... Today, there are less than 30 people left!

If this is a test given to us by the gods, then this test ...... It's too cruel, isn't it?

Just when Lan Lan was about to cry, Han Ye came over and called Lan Lan aside.

"Looking at the current trend, I'm worried that the wounded in your team won't be able to make it to their destination. Cold Night spoke his judgment directly.

Lan Lan was silent, she looked at the cold night, and did not speak.

Hanye sighed: "Allowed...... There is another way, maybe it can save them. ”

Lan Lan immediately raised her head, her face showing hope.

"You know, I'm much stronger than you. Han Ye pondered his words and said slowly, "If I leave your team and go alone...... I have the ability to teleport through space...... Although this ability is not enough to allow me to go directly back to the tribe, and it will cost me too much strength. But what I want to say is...... I can use this ability with a certain frequency, and with the degree of my own hurry, I can use a shorter time to rush back to the tribe alone. Then I'll come back with some more Garuda juice...... Maybe we can catch up with the time and save their lives...... I'm not sure about it, but it's at least hopeful. ”

Without waiting for Lan Lan to speak, Han Ye waved her hand sternly, and there was a trace of solemnity in her eyes: "But this is also very dangerous! It would take me at least two to three days to go back and forth...... And you can only wait where you are! It's dangerous, as I said before, it's an area infested with a lot of monsters. Without my protection...... With the current strength of your team, if you stay where you are and wait for three days...... There will be even a bigger crisis! There may even be a ...... Before I get back, all of you who stayed here will have been wiped out and killed by other monsters!"

Lan Lan's body was shocked!

It's a puzzle that can't be ignored!

"And, two or three days...... I'm not even sure if your wounded will make it out. It may even appear. Even though I came back in time, the wounded were already sick and dead. ”

Lan Lan's heart suddenly moved, and she Xia realized: "Then can you take the wounded and rush first, and take the people back to the tribe first?"

Cold Night was stunned for a moment.

Then the elf's eyes became a little strange.

"Splitting space to teleport is very exhausting. Especially if you need to carry some creatures that don't have teleportation on their own. The power expended is not as simple as one plus one, but increases exponentially. There are still five of you who are injured now, and with my ability, I can only take one person back at most at the same time......"

Lan Lan's heart moved......

Looking at Lan Lan's face, as if he was about to say something, Han Ye suddenly waved his hand and said coldly: "Don't try to convince me." First take the man named Tacitus and lead a man back...... We elves believe that all living beings are equal, and it is not because he is your leader that his life is extraordinarily noble! If you ask me to take him alone and save his life, and ignore everyone else, I'm sorry, I won't agree to such a request. ”

Lan Lan had a complicated expression on her face, obviously struggling inside.

And at this time, behind him. Tacitus's voice was heard.

"Lan Lan, sue her, no need!"

Turning around, Tacitus was already limping and walking with vague steps. He had his sword in his hand, and he was supported by someone.

This tough guy is now sweating profusely on his forehead even after walking a few steps.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop. Tacitus said to Lan Lan, "Help me convey this sentence." ”

After Lan Lan quickly said in Elven language, Cold Night nodded to Tacitus: "It's okay, it's not a secret. ”

"But...... Lord Tacitus!" Lan Lan gritted his teeth: "You are the soul of this team! If you live, there is still hope for our mission...... I think the rest of the wounded are members of the church, and each one of them will be willing to sacrifice themselves for you......"

"But that's against our faith!"

Tacitus's voice was weak, but his tone was firm.

He stared at Lan Lan and said in a deep voice: "We have long sworn that we will contribute our lives, including our lives, to the Great Temple, and when needed, each of us will not spare our lives! I am the leader, but as the leader of the Holy Knights, I am obliged to fight side by side with my companions......! Let others fill in the life first, wait for the others to fill in, and then be the last one! A true knight will choose to die with his companion rather than die at the end of his companion. ”

He said this, but his eyes were fixed on the cold night: "Lan Lan, translate my words to her." ”

After listening carefully to Lan Lan's silent words, she nodded to Tacitus, owed her body slightly, and whispered, "Respect for your great character." ”

"So, Lord Coldnight, you don't need to rush back to the tribe alone...... You don't need to take me back alone! As you said, once you leave, the people left behind in this team will not be able to protect themselves if they encounter danger! I can't let everyone in the team risk their lives just to survive!"

Tacitus's tone was firm!

With that, he turned around and walked back to the group where he had rested on the ground, and walked over to the other wounded - the wounded who were still alive and not dead were all members of the Church, Holy Knights to be exact!

Tacitus repeated the cold night he had just said to Lan Lan, and then he said to the knights, "I'm sorry, I rejected this elf's offer...... Her mention may bring life to the wounded of us, but it is more likely that we will be wiped out, so ...... I had to make this choice. I'm so sorry...... Guys, if you hate...... Hate me!"

The wounded Holy Knights, though all of them were too sick to stand, looked at Tacitus with firm eyes, and none of them wavered.

After a moment of silence, several people said in unison the vows they had made in the church.

"For the sake of faith, I will spare my life!"

Tacitus' eyes were red, and he turned his head sideways to wipe away his tears.

When he turned around, the leader had already shouted the order:

"Alright! If we've had enough rest, we'll get back on our way!"

As he spoke, he said to Lan Lan: "You can help me translate, or ask Lord Hanye to lead the way in front." ”

Lan Lan couldn't cry anymore.

She knew very well that Tacitus's decision was to give up hope of living with her own hands!

At this time, the cold night quietly walked to Lan Lan's side.

She gently patted Lan Lan on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Then, in a complex and deep voice, the elf muttered, "You humans...... Is this all like this? I now probably understand why, with the ability of that guy to fall snow, with so many armies and warriors from various tribes, he still failed to defeat you seemingly weak human ...... in the end."

(Truth...... Go out into that world and see it for yourself...... ）

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