Gulf finally mustered up the courage to sneak towards the southern fork in the road he had chosen.

The dragon monsters in the sky did not let out a deafening roar, they were all well trained, and they were very good at distinguishing the situation, knowing that the current atmosphere was relatively tense, and they did not allow their overlord god power to explode arbitrarily. Except for the sound of the wind from the huge flesh wings and the sound of the artificially caused drizzle hitting the ground, Snow Wolf Canyon is still as peaceful as ever, but in the tranquility lurks murderous motives.

The breeze blew through a cloud of mist, revealing the ground covered with fine splinters of sharp stones, and in the distance it was still just a cloud of fog that could not be seen clearly.

"Click, click......"

Although Qi Lang's steps were light, the stones pressed and rubbed against each other, and there was still a slight sound. The four sides were empty, and the sound of nothingness spread far in the fog, hitting the cliffs on both sides, and bouncing back, as if Qi Lang was not the only careful passer-by here, but Qi Lang had already judged the situation around him - it was just an echo, there was no one here, only himself and his chaotic thoughts.

The muscles in his body have been tense, and the words that he just said to comfort Gurf were, in a sense, what Qi Lang said to himself, because he knew that his nervousness was not much stronger than Gurve.

Qi Lang did have reason to be nervous, because this critical moment had finally arrived—after nearly a year, it was finally time to face the truth, and finally time to determine whether those who were important to him survived.

Come to think of it, old Henry had long since given up hope. His determination to send a heavy army to clear Craedon illustrates that. He no longer believed that his son was still alive in the world, although that was a cruel guess. But he decided to take the heavy blow. Marcus was his only son. And the old Henry is also old. There will be no more chance of making the same chubby, somewhat stupid son.

But Qi Lang did not give up hope.

Qi Lang couldn't tell why he was so adamantly holding that thought, but his instinct was telling him repeatedly that they should be fine. They must be fine!

It was probably a psychological suggestion, almost deception, that comforted his heart. Qi Lang should have deceived himself like that, because those people were too important to him—Mr. Zhu Lai, Major Dodim, Marcus, and Quill had long been regarded by Qi Lang as his relatives.

Aside from the biological father who may still be alive, the kind Mr. Zhu Lai. There is no doubt that Qi Lang is the closest person in this world. Qi Lang has always felt Mr. Zhu Lai's care and love for him, and all the achievements he has made so far are the results of his silent efforts.

Mr. Zhu Lai is like an elder who goes out to play with his children, seeing that the little guy is lost in the joy, but he doesn't say a word, just helps him send away the gray wolf hidden in the bushes, fills all the potholes on the road, and then puts flowers on the right road, just like that step by step to tease the child to find his way home. And he was already scarred by the attack of the gray wolf, and sweated from the labor of road construction. But he never tired of it.

Mr. Zhu Lai was seriously injured during the Credon raid, and Qi Lang wondered if he would have a chance to recover during this time. But he still hopes that the injury on his shoulder will not leave him with an ugly scar, after all, a perfect body is the capital of the big star's food. Of course, his ability to eat was not perfect for a long time, and in the fierce battle at Fort Hays, he almost lost his life, and the most unbearable thing for him was probably the extreme trauma that was difficult to see. Of course, he didn't actually plan to get out of the palace alive, he was bent on killing Billy the Whale's Mouth and avenging the blood of the victims of his homeland, and the deeper intention may be to clear a powerful enemy for Qi Lang.

Qi Lang saw through Zhu Lai, that fool-like relative. He pretended to be a prodigal son who didn't care about everything, but in his bones he was stubborn and stupid, like a donkey, carrying all the burdens on his shoulders.

Mr. Zhu Lai must survive because he still has an important task to complete. Qi Lang remembers very well that the big star promised him to compose a military song for the Hope Corps, although Qi Lang had some doubts about his creative level, but it was a promise, how could he break his promise?

And, of course, Major Dodim. Qi Lang didn't know how to express his gratitude to Dodim, perhaps, that kind of gratitude didn't need to be expressed at all, because no one needed to talk about thanking his brother all day long, and helping his brother was his innate instinct. The brothers are not all like that, they have nothing but hope that the clumsy little one will get stronger and stronger, and become more and more like a real man.

Fate is really a wonderful thing, at least in Qi Lang's opinion, his friendship with Dodim is so wonderful.

In fact, his contact with Dodim was not long, but Dodim was like a noble messenger arranged by heaven, and every time he came, he would give him the help he needed most.

Joining the Spiral Army, Dodim almost made Qi Lang fulfill his wish with a single word. Qi Lang knew how difficult it was to pass the formal assessment, and the assessment of that strength alone eliminated many great young men who were much stronger than him. But Dodim took a fancy to the timid Oriental kid and saw how much he needed that rare opportunity to enlist in the army. He said hello at the right time, and everything began.

That first help was only a small part of all Dodim's kindness. Qi Lang remembered it clearly. When Dodim discovered his recklessness in forcibly using spirit stones to advance to the ranks, he was extremely nervous, and looking at his expression, it was as if he saw his own brother rolling in the fire. Until then, Zi Lang had never seen Dodim get angry at any rookie soldier, but Gurff's hapless babe was scolded for it.

Also, when the mission of going out to Hays City to answer Mr. Zhulai fell from the sky, Dodim almost lost his life. He could actually get out easily, because his task had been completed, and judging from his strength, he could easily withdraw to the border, but he did not sacrifice the little person Qi Lang for the sake of the overall situation, but fell behind, fighting to the death with hundreds of dragon villains, desperately in danger of losing his life, and rushed up the hill with Qi Lang, who had no strength at all. At that moment, he apparently didn't see himself as an iron-blooded commander, but as an older brother, who would rather be covered in blood than leave his brother alone.

What a pity it would be if Dodim died like that?

In Qi Lang's plan, he had been looking for a free time to chat with Major Dodim and get to know him better. Qi Lang had had that opportunity, but when he vigorously recalled the past, he was surprised to find that all his previous exchanges with Major Dodim had only been directed at his own troubles. He knew too little and too little about the gracious commander.

Qi Lang could feel something, Dodim was actually very happy to share his experience with him, and Dodim had revealed some of it in his words, such as his travels around the world when he was young, for example, his extensive knowledge and omniscience, for example, he had encountered some troubles before he met Mr. Zhu Lai.

Speaking of that trouble, Qi Lang felt that he should have asked more, because that was probably the main reason why Major Dodim paid more attention to him. Yes, his past experiences must have been quite complicated, and it was his overcoming of his own troubles that made him more empathetic, and more aware of how much a poor creature like Qi Lang needed care and comfort.

That kind brother, he must not die......

And, of course, Quill's nasty ghost, he'd better not die, because that would be too much of a ruin to his image as a warrior - lying on a stretcher, defenseless to be stabbed in the head by the sinister Credon, would have made him laugh off his big teeth, even more humiliating than if he had an egg shot off with an arrow.

And Zi Lang remembers very well that Quill owes himself an all-night talk, if it is a cup of coffee, or a little rum - whatever it is, Quill has to pay for it.

Quill is indeed fierce, but he also has some cuteness at some times, but those cuteness are probably seen by Maggie, at least in the current situation, Qi Lang can't summarize it for the time being. However, he just thinks that Quill should be clearly at the top of the rankings of all important people. His ugly appearance, his violent temper, and even the smell of onions that spurted out of his mouth from time to time when he spoke were all worth remembering.

And Meggie, if it weren't for Mi Rong's pretty figure suddenly breaking into Qi Lang's mind, he would probably be like Gulf and the others, who had been silently infatuated with the plump female instructor.

Mei Ji is an excellent mentor, she is very kind, very considerate, very patient, and Qi Lang remembers it clearly, if it were not for Mei Ji's encouragement, he would almost have given up, almost decided that he was a good-for-nothing fool, and he would not want to be a beginner warrior in this life. Her words made the world less of a self-exiled fool and more of a formidable king.

As for Marcus...... Well, Qi Lang also hoped that he would not die, for he did not want old Henry to be grief-stricken, but to be honest, it would have been more nostalgic if he had caused less trouble.

The forks in the road in front of him were one after another, chaotic, just like the thoughts in Qi Lang's head. But...... Where are they hidden? (To be continued......)