Sink...... Sink...... All the way to the bottom.

The heaviness is gone, and there is only a deep numbness, which makes people unable to move, and is this the end? In this deep water, the silence is broken. It turns out that people don't want many things when they die, and the emptiness and confusion of that moment have already taken over all consciousness, and can even make people forget to breathe.

In the depths of his soul, it was still the silent lake, and Arthur was back here. For the first time, I just wanted to sleep. But a voice seemed to be shouting, "Wake up, don't sleep, there's still a lot of things I want to do." "But I'm so tired!" "Don't forget, Aven, don't forget, Hitler." Don't forget, don't forget......" The familiar voice kept spinning on the surface of the lake, like an alarm clock that would not stop, urging Arthur to sleep.

Consciousness remained awake in extreme sleepiness, but the body was unable to move at all. But the moment he touched the water, Arthur felt it, felt the power of the earth, echoing with his heart. An earthy yellow glow began to shine in the chest and then spread throughout the body. Trapped in her own body, Riather struggled hard. Then, I felt a slight tremor.

Trying to move his steps, at the bottom of the rugged river, the resonance of the power of the earth continued to drive out the stone gray from Arthur's body, but Arthur felt that if there was a moment of slackness, the stone gray would come back and petrify his body again. Only with constant resonance and constant persistence, the power of the Heart of the Earth has never been used so intensively, but it is constantly consumed. The great fatigue made Arthur almost want to lie down at the bottom of the river and sleep beautifully, not caring about tomorrow or the future, just sleeping well now.

But Arthur could only resist by his own will, which showed exhaustion from the bottom of his heart. Perhaps it wasn't for the little firmness added by resisting the temptation of "happiness", Arthur might have fallen. He used the transformation technique again, and although he was still a human, he became a strong man. Giving up all mental acuity and physical agility, the extreme pursuit of strength, just to support this ever-changing heavy body, step by step......

I don't know how long I walked like this, whether it was a year or a hundred, Arthur felt that his body was light, and he had already seen through the water, and then tried to move forward, trying to stay away from the river. Arthur felt like he was coming out of a nightmare.

But at this moment, the power of the Heart of the Earth is also consumed to the extreme, and it can no longer bear this kind of resonance, Arthur is unwilling to absorb every trace of strength in his heart, but it is only in vain. A great anger and despair filled Arthur's heart, and the earthy yellow light on his body suddenly shone to the extreme, and the countless earth elements around him trembled, and then suddenly extinguished, and sank into eternal silence and darkness like a return to the light.

Arthur's slime-gray body fell heavily to the ground, slumping on the river beach.

The stars of the autumn night were shining, in this dark blue sky, but the blue hook moon ran lonely in the sky, sprinkling the light of her loneliness all over the world, sprinkled on Arthur's solidified body, and the frozen expression of that moment still told the attachment to life......

When waking up from a deep slumber again, who is still who?

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The forest on the bank of the River of Tears has long been dyed a brilliant red and yellow by autumn, but in this darkness, no one sees, like all the forgotten beauties in the world, there are too many sighs and regrets.

However, in the darkness of the forest, there was a gradual noise, as if someone was trekking through countless mud, mixed with plausible muttering, and yet, no one understood the meaning of these words. Some drenched and slightly humanoid figures, as if attracted by something, came to this river beach, Arthur's sleeping place. They searched in amazement, looking for the thing that had just exuded a moving aura.

Eventually, a "man" found the stone statue of Arthur lying on the river, and greeted his companions with a strange noise, and they gradually gathered around Arthur, forming a circle, making more strange noises, as if they were discussing something fiercely. But this discussion did not last long, or with the discussion was only of interest to them, and not about the final outcome. They seemed to cheer, lifted Arthur high in the air, and then hugged each other back into the forest once more.

Leaving only muddy footprints on the beach on the bank of the river.

The moonlight is still lonely, like a girl who has lost her lover, just such a lonely expectation.

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In the same moonlight

Bloodthorn

Andrew angrily slammed into the wooden table in front of him. In front of him, the magic mirror showed the words "Tony and Kim are seriously injured, Arthur's whereabouts are unknown." He hadn't been so angry in a long time, and he almost felt the urge to smash the mirror in front of him. But years of cultivation still made him calm down quickly. Han Sheng ordered: "Immediately use the teleportation array to send them to Qingshan, and let Kaye come back immediately to report." You ask Hyde to figure out what the hell is going on, no, I'll ask for myself. ”

The few high-level officials who had been standing below breathed a sigh of relief, and the anger and killing intent that emanated from the guild leader just now almost suffocated them. Andrew's order made them a little lighter, but their hearts were still so heavy, Bloodthorn hadn't suffered such a blow for a long time. Directly killing the president's son would mean war under any circumstances.

They left one after another to carry out Andrew's orders, but the same phrase lingered in their minds: "Is war coming again?"

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Quincy

At the end of the day, Evan sat down in the courtyard again and had a supper, with only the crows with him. Looking at the moonlight like this, it seemed that Arthur was going to leave the same night. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, and at first he thought that he was thinking too much in his heart, but after a long time, this uneasiness still could not be calmed. There are not many things in this world that can make him so uneasy.

Frowning, he took out a basket, tore a handful of leaves from the oak tree next to him, and then scattered them evenly in the basket, looking at the naturally formed shape, Evan frowned and observed, and then showed a little smile.

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Deciduous Valley.

Winnie woke up from her sleep, looked up, and looked out the window at the night. Wrap yourself up and walk out the door. At the altar of the sacred place in the woods, an aging centaur was praying, and Winnie stepped forward with her head bowed and whispered, "Mother-in-law." ”

"Do you want to use an altar? I've already sacrificed it, so I can use it directly. An old voice said.

"You already know. It's just your body, how can you sacrifice again?" asked Winnie, a little anxious.

"Know?" the mother-in-law's voice was full of mockery, "who can know fate? It's just a vague feeling, as for my body, you don't have to worry, I'm old, okay, don't waste time, hurry up and divination!"

Winnie said no more, but walked gently to the center of the altar, her hands tangled with each other in a strange pose, and then the light began to pour out of her palms, as if water was flowing through the earth, gradually but naturally unraveling her tangled hands until they were fully opened. The light was gone. Winnie looked a little tired, but the anxiety in her heart was gone.

"Is he okay?" asked the mother-in-law.

"Well, it's okay, the divination shows that it is only a temporary distress, and there is no danger. Winnie said sweetly.

"You shouldn't waste your energy on this, know that you are the prophet of the whole Centaur race. The mother-in-law's voice was a little harsh.

"But you know, that's all I can do, I can't control my heart. And, I believe, there will be results. Winnie was not as docile as she usually was.

"Hey, I used to be as stubborn as you, and I loved you so much, but as a result, you know, the human heart is much more complex and unpredictable than fate. The mother-in-law sighed.

"But I believe, I believe in myself, and I believe in him!" said Winnie earnestly.

"You're right, believe, believe. Go ahead, it's too late," the mother-in-law said no more.

Looking at Winnie's distant back, I couldn't help but think of the question asked when the prophet was selected: Why do you want to be a prophet? When others say they want to serve the community, for all sorts of good reasons. Only she said frankly that I wanted to live longer, and I didn't want to make the people I love sad. Completely ignoring the surprised and disdainful gazes of others, he said it so seriously.

Silently blessed in my heart: I hope what you believe can come true. If there is no such belief, why should I choose her? There are more rational and wiser candidates, but foreseeing fate is inherently hopeless, and if there is no such persistent feelings and beliefs, then the prophet will become a crow's mouth, and can only bring pessimism and depression to the race, and there will be no meaning.

Although fate makes people helpless, we must face it more calmly.

Note: In the custom of centaurs, it is a great insult to be ridden on the back of another race, especially for female centaurs. Only friends of the same sex, and lovers of the opposite sex, will be allowed to do so. Therefore, in the legend, most of the people who ride men and horses to fight together are husband and wife.

Prophecy: Of all the mages, the Prophecy Mages are considered to be the smartest. But instead of helping them avoid danger, the power of prophecy often brings calamity, and others see them as propagators. And they are not as good at protecting themselves as other mages. And prophecy often means misfortune, and in the face of all kinds of unchangeable fate, they have to often fall into this great pessimism.

And because of the peculiarities of power, it is often difficult to tell whether a person is a master prophet or a profound liar, which also ruins the reputation of a prophet.

In the age of the destruction of magic, their persecution reached its extreme, causing many of the prophesied spells to be lost. Only in some tribes that believe in nature gods (such as orcs, centaurs) still retain the position of prophet and become the spiritual leader of the entire tribe. They are often referred to as "prophets."

Prophecy was a compulsory course for the Gudruids, without any sacrifices, but simply communicating with fate through nature, but it was also not very accurate.