"Norman, don't do it!"

As the witch hunters rushed to the interception point, Potter was still trying to persuade his brother, who was determined to die, and he said in a pleading tone:

"You can, you can start a new life, I still have a lot of houses on my farm, hell! You can move in with us, and we'll only have a few of us left in our squad! Kander is dead, Luke Sr. is dead, and Hudel is dead, and we can't afford to lose it anymore, and Amber will scold me to death

Don't do this! Please.

We can find a better way. ”

Norman only said a word about this, until they saw the convoy advancing in the swamp.

More than fifty carts towed by the Lothmon were loaded with boxes of dwarven explosives, like a black and ugly serpent about to bring more disaster to the Maginot Line, the number of convoys was so large that all the witch hunters who saw this scene fell silent, not counting the huge team of the Bloodscar Clan guarding around the convoy, they saw that there were many hunting priests in small war carts in the convoy, just by looking at the fluttering gnolls battle flags, they knew that they were elites from the vassals of the Bloodscar Clan.

It's not so much a convoy as it is one of the main reinforcements sent to the front by the Scarlet Clan.

This is only half of the number, and the other half has been sent in the direction of the Crimean fortress, as if it represents the destructive power of the decisive battle that Hurgeson is about to launch against the defensive line.

Now Old Porter couldn't say anything like "find a better way" anymore.

He's a veteran.

He knew that the arrival of such a team at the front would definitely bring more uncontrollable variables to the already stressed lord's position, which meant that he could no longer deceive himself, and Norman said that this was the only way for now.

It really is.

"Norman."

Potter was still trying to make a final effort, but Norman had unsheathed the long sword he had been fighting with for the past few days, and now he handed it to Potter.

He said:

"Return this sword to Archon Miriam, a good sword that will be sharpened by the blood of the enemy, and will still protect the Archon from harm after I am gone.

Say sorry to her again for me.

I lied to her that I would definitely go back, but when I left the Crimson Keep I knew I wouldn't.

For months, I had been protecting her in the same way that I had protected my family, but it wasn't until the war that I realized she wasn't my daughter.

As much as I wish she were.

I don't want to feel lost again, Potter, you see, if I don't go now, then young people like Miriam will have to go on at a more dangerous time, and that's a responsibility I can't escape.

Those of us who have done a lot of bad things to survive should die in our own battles with the end of the ten-year war.

Now it's just a belated goodbye.

I'm thankful that fate has given us more time to get a glimpse of what lies ahead, and what I've seen and heard over the past few months has allowed me to be sure that my sacrifice is meaningful and therefore not to grieve for me. ”

The young witch hunters behind Potter witnessed the farewell.

Some of the sensual guys were already in tears, others were holding weapons and paying tribute to Captain Norman in a heroic farewell gesture, and only Old Potter couldn't accept it all.

For others, Norman is a dying hero, but for him, it is a brother who has survived ten years of war together, and they have been born and died together countless times, and their relationship with each other has long gone beyond the concept of blood and friends.

He couldn't accept losing his brother today.

He grabbed Norman by the collar and asked:

"Why? You're the bravest of us, and I still remember being the one who inspired us when we were stranded in the mountains of Sachs. You say that wars will always end, and you say that all people can live in peace!

That's what I did, I walked away from the hard old days and tried to start a new life as you described, but you voluntarily chose to give up! ”

"You've started a new life, and I'm glad for you, even though you're still stumbling, Potter."

Norman grabbed Potter's mechanical hand, grabbed it and pulled it away, and he took off his mask to reveal his badly burned face, saying:

"You've taken that brave step, but I'm a coward. I have had many opportunities to follow in the same path as you did, but I find myself unable to do so every midnight dream.

The past is holding me back, the past is calling me.

We all lost family members in that disaster, Potter, you were strong enough to come out of it but I can't!

In the past war, I pulled you to talk about the future because I was afraid that one day I would not be able to bear the pressure and choose to end my life in despair.

I'm not the bravest of us.

So let me live in the past, and be buried with the past, and you will continue over my corpse, and my departure will be exchanged for many things, and this is the best of all the endings I have chosen for myself.

My family is waiting for me!

They have been waiting for me for ten years in the kingdom of God in Avalon.

After seeing the silhouette of the future in the likes of Murphy and Miriam, I was finally able to convince myself to give up my suffering and give up my weary life for that bright future, which I have been dreaming of more often lately.

The pain always wakes me up in the middle of the night.

This may be the reason why the god of Avalon has allowed me to live until now, and it may also be the inspiration that my god has given me.

This is my destiny and my last battle!

I no longer do things that violate my conscience in order to simply live, but I really make decisions out of my own determination and choice, I have no fear in the slightest, I am no longer an accomplice of the warmongers, I choose to fight for the future of more people.

They're coming!

Remember to say goodbye to Amber and Natalie for me.

Give me a cruel word to that foreign boy, and the future of Amber will be entrusted to him by us, and if he dares to break his promise, even if he crosses the distance between the two worlds, I will never let him go.

Finally, apologize to Mr. Raven on my behalf."

Norman turned around, took a hunting sword and put it on his body, and as he headed to the other side of the swamp, he whispered:

"He's been trying to save me, and he did have a time when I tried to get courage, but sadly, I don't need those proverbs anymore, but maybe you can go back and listen to them, it's really useful."

That's where I stopped, and that's where I'm going to make my way home. ”

Potter raised his hand to hold on.

But the trembling mechanical hand stopped in mid-air and finally fell limply, and by the time Norman was determined to take this step, he would not look back.

"Blanch!"

Potter cursed in anger and frustration, clasped his mask tightly, and looked back at the silent witch hunters, who roared:

"Remember him! All have to remember this man, this is my brother, who is now sacrificing himself for the well-being of Transencia and beyond, who is not a criminal or an executioner, who is a hero to us and to the god Avalon.

What are you still doing?

The gnolls are coming, ready to fight! Just today, we're going to send these dog things here to hell where they deserve!

We're going to win!

So much has been paid, we must win! ”

The fierce battle began a few minutes later, the druids awakened as much as possible the ferocious plants and animals around them to join the battle, coupled with the desperate attack of the witch hunters, the huge convoy was brought to a halt in place, and the brutes and priests of the Bloodscar Clan fought the blockers and the entire swamp fearlessly in the swamp.

Perhaps the witch hunters' determination was felt by the god Avalon, and the filthy swamp today responds to the call of the Naturewalker far more vigorously than ever.

At the call of the druids, flocks of bonebreakers and wolf hunters descended from above into a storm of hunting to attack the gnolls' armies, and strangulation vines in the muddy water dragged one hapless man after another into the mire and drowned.

The swamp will resonate.

The Hunting Priests soon discovered this, but as they called on the Lord of the Hunt to break through the Hindrance with a bloody fury, the Wild Thorns flanked into the flank as the ground shook.

Now it is certain that it is definitely the gods who have quietly intervened.

After all, the spells used by the druids to recruit thorn beasts had been used up in previous raids, and there was no second explanation for these thorn beasts to join the battle other than the will of the gods.

It was in this situation that Old Norman took advantage of the chaos to approach the jackals' convoy.

He held the hunting sword in his hand and advanced like a ghost in the cover of nature, and the shouts and roars around him could not affect him, perhaps it was a hallucination before death or a spiritual change, so that Norman could see his daughter's phantom following him every time he turned back.

Ah, she was still as beautiful as she remembered, and the smile on her face seemed to encourage the veteran to make the last move.

The green seed in his clenched hand pulsed slightly, a strange resonance with another positioning seed, indicating that the druid had sent the seed to the goat-man astrologist, who was using the link of two natural artifacts to confirm Norman's position at this time, so as to pinpoint the astral tear.

It is impossible to open a large astral rift without preparation, but at this time, it is only necessary to send the galolls into the astral plane.

Norman continued to move forward, and when he looked up, he could see that the gnolls were already summoning meteorites.

The wicked rock smashed into the swamp ahead with a long tail of flame, allowing the gnolls to use such a tactic to show that the attack on Potter's side was going well.

But he had to speed up, and Potter's little man couldn't stop the gnolls for long.

The veteran arrived in the center of the convoy a few minutes later, jumped into a Los Beast's car, hid himself in a box full of explosives, and then took out the seed, communicating through the natural curiosity, intermittently under the influence of the long distance.

It's certainly not possible to have a conversation, it's effective in a way that is spiritual.

"I'm in place!"

Norman put the seed on his forehead and sent a message over there:

"Let's get started."

"What do you rude, savage guys think of the astral ripping? Plug-and-play psionic tricks? I also need time to prepare for a ceremony of this level. ”

The disgruntled voice of Bohr the Goatman was transmitted in a spirit shaken manner, and he rebuked:

"Once the positioning is opened, you will be captured by the astral energy, and the gnolls will also discover you, but you will have to hold on until the completion of the ritual positioning, which is estimated to take about five minutes.

But I doubt that in this case, you can hold out until five minutes.

Get ready!

Positioning starts right away, draw your sword, witch hunters, gnolls are now sensitive to astral tears, but if you leak a little breath, you will be their main target.

Remember, hold out for five minutes, the least! ”

A few seconds later, a unique force emanated from the positioning seed in Norman's hand, locking it onto Norman's body like a lock, causing the old witch hunter to have the illusion of stars twinkling in front of his eyes at this moment.

He even saw a lonely city floating in the dead astral realm in the illusion of a few breaths.

However, the illusion then dissipated in the roar around him, and Norman immediately drew his huntsman sword and his combat pistol, he knew that the gnolls had come to him, and it would not be too good to jump out and fight them, and he had to find a way.

Norman then looked at the pistol in his hand and then at the dwarven explosives piled up around him.

The Jackals don't actually do any safety measures, they temporarily remove the fuses of the explosives to prevent them from being quietly ignited by something bad, but since the Molotov cocktail is tossed out by the player, the witch hunters always carry it with them when they move.

The priests sensed the chilling astral aura spreading around the convoy, screaming for the brutes to find the bastard hiding in the convoy immediately, and the sleek bloodscar warriors sprang into action.

But as they approached the car, a Molotov cocktail was thrown into the air and exploded in the air after a gunshot.

Burning flames rained down on the mountain of explosives and supplies in the wagon as the gnolls watched in horror as the warriors watched.

The fire is burning, and the dwarven explosives are waiting, and if these things that have been created to fight the Black Plague can speak, then they will definitely have a gloomy face on their faces and would rather rot in the dwarven pit than be used by the gnolls.

The dynamites were also accumulating their wrath, waiting for this moment, when the temperature brought by the flames reached a certain limit, and the dwarven creations also "cheered".

Yards!

And this bunch of stupid gnolls exploded!

"Boom"

The flames exploded from the middle of the convoy, and the flames swept the gnolls who could not escape in an instant, and the old Norman who was hiding on the side was thrown into the sky by the shock wave of the explosion and fell down in the continuous tumbling, and fell into the burning fire in embarrassment.

He couldn't move.

The leg seemed to be broken, and the brain was buzzing, probably a concussion.

But the flames and explosions continued to keep the gnolls out of the way, and five minutes were earned.

The flames were rolling and licking his body, making Norman lying in the fire feel like he had returned to the day when the Greeney Island burned, walking wildly through the fire, searching for the lit home, and finally holding his daughter's cold body in the flames and screaming in despair.

The burns on his face and body were the marks of that desperate day.

One belongs to the traces of pain.

It is said that before a person dies, there will be a marquee reflecting his life in front of his eyes, and Norman can prove this to be true with practical actions.

The fire burned upon him again, just as it had been on that night ten years ago.

But compared to the pain he had felt, he could only feel a strange warmth in the flames at this moment, like the birthday that Miriam and the other Archon Guards had given him last month.

It's like the candlelight when it's lit on a cake. Only warmth.

It was the first time I felt helpless after losing everything, and it was also the first time that tears were squeezed out of other emotions no longer because of cowardice and pain.

Memories of two different periods rolled in a tangled way before Norman's already confused eyes, who had stepped into battle by disaster, but when he stepped into the same river for the second time, it was not the regrets of the past that drove him forward.

Perhaps Dr. Raven's treatment was actually successful.

Not in the way that the Gentile who wanted to save his soul wanted to see, Norman had indeed come out of the past, not just a farewell to life, but a farewell to those pains and regrets.

He just greeted his new life in a more decisive and explosive way, even if it was only a few months.

Even if it's only for a second.

As he told Potter, this war should be fought by those of the last era, and if they don't, then Miriam and the young people will come to the top, but the young people who are confident in life belong to the future, and they should not be consumed in a war that is destined to say goodbye to the past.

Purple arcs of energy bloomed before Norman's eyes.

He could see a black trail crack in the swampy sky, and he could hear the frightened screams of the gnolls around him.

So he laughed heartily in the midst of the fire, he still didn't make the same mistake after all, he still used his own hands to protect something, the war would not go to the worst scenario, and victory seemed to have a future to change.

Then go to sleep in this purple arc of light and warm flames, and relax and sleep without regrets for the first time.

Norman could feel the filthy spirit energy from the astral plane spilling down from high in the sky through the dimensional rift, and then began to roll backwards in a very short time, and he could feel himself being swept high into the sky like a kite in the wind, and finally drowned in the dead sea of stars.

"Hey! Feed? Can you still hear me? ”

At this very moment, the voice of Bohr, the goat-man, who dared to do anything but good deeds, sounded again in Norman's heart, saying:

"This crying druid beside me has been begging me to find a way to save you, maybe I was infected by your heroism, congratulations on getting a little fan girl with a scar on her face, although I can't understand this noble feeling at all, but it's not impossible to save you.

I happen to have a mission here, and I need a strong enough warrior to go deep into the astral plane as a more accurate coordinate.

I'll send you over. ”

"Not necessarily! I don't want to live anymore, I'm already tired. ”

Norman decisively refused, but then the goat-man sneered wickedly, saying:

"Did I give you the right to refuse? What do you refuse? I'm just telling you what you need to do to write it down, even if your body smashes over there, I can still locate it, so if you want to die, remember to give yourself a sword when you fall into the astral plane.

I'm a pragmatist goatman.

I have survived by any means necessary since I was born until now, I really can't figure out why you hypocritical guys take the initiative to find death, you are not even afraid of death when you step on a horse, are you afraid of living?

Listen up!

Hypocritical witch hunters, after you fall into the astral plane, there will be the children of the fugue to pick you up, and this process of crossing the astral realm can only be completed by those hardcore ruthless people who are not afraid of death.

You just don't want to live, so you're the best messenger I can find.

When you successfully enter the city that is about to be sent into subspace, your positioning task is complete, and then it is up to you to live or die.

But there were some subspace doglegs in that city, and Mistress Murphy didn't want that city to see those unappetizing things when it returned to the physical world.

You're a hunter, and it's your job to search for and sniff out your prey

So, remember to finish your work before you die, OK? ”

(End of chapter)