Dawn of the Grey Tower

"You never let me touch that toy." If Batu left after hesitating for a while, he would see the figure gradually clear from the air behind Lothar and the figure that the figure had the same shape as the little girl . Compared with when underground, Helen's texture and sharpness of the figure have dropped to a considerable extent at this time. And considering that it was in the sun, she could also appear at Lotsa's side as casually as she was, and the count had to sigh her potential while feeling the unhappiness of her daughter.

"That's not a toy, dear. It weighs more than you think." Leaning on the slightly raised stone, the count said softly to her daughter. Helen was still pouting. She had always wanted to touch the golden axe, but when she saw her father's weakness, her bulging cheeks returned to their original state. The illusory figure rushed into Lothar's arms. Although they couldn't really touch each other, such a move actually made both feel the existence of each other and the ties of kinship with each other.

"Obviously it's a toy, anyway, Dad never used it. It's better to give it to that person ..." Although he was no longer angry, the child could not help but whisper a few words. Fortunately, Helen ’s attention was quickly attracted by the riders around and the distant scenes. She wanted to float to those crowds, but she gave up the plan after looking up at the gaunt face of Losa. She couldn't make him worry anymore. However, this does not mean that Helen suppressed curiosity, "Abba, who are these people? I haven't seen the clothes I've worn! Also, the tree is so tall, but there are bugs on it. , So is there a tree as big as a bug? Or is there a bug as big as a tree? "

"Haha, maybe it's all. No one has stipulated that bugs can't grow as big as trees, and no one has stipulated that trees can't be as small as bugs. Just like the fish we eat when we lose heart, it's better than that we eat in Cangshi It ’s a lot bigger, is n’t it? As for who these people are, they are probably the same people as Dad. ”Lothar ’s words are not nonsense. He did see his shadow on these dead souls. Souls did not stop fighting, they were keen on this, longed for it, and were bound to it. This is very similar to Losa, who once led his army to fight for battle with full of lions. At that time, he could only prove his worth in this way and find a little comfort for himself.

"No, they are different from Dad!" Helen interrupted his father's thoughts and proudly raised his chest. "They all have only one horse and a toy in their hands! Dad not only has horses and toys, Ah Dad and Helen! "

Laughter couldn't help laughing when her daughter's words came, followed by a violent cough. After he finally recovered his breath, he nodded in Helen's panic. "That's right, Abba is different from them. Abba still has you." Yeah, from the stunned Lord of Montenegro to the knight who walked in the dark for the kingdom in the plague of the ratmen, to the one in the heart of distress Outcast foreigners. Lothar hadn't been that person that long ago, and sometimes he even wondered, did that person really exist before? Or is it that the present self is a character in a ridiculous dream? Things are right and wrong, these are the four words that only experienced people can understand. Now, he will not change back to that person in the past.

In the distance, there came a sound of singing and shouting, which covered the wind, the shout, and the sound of the giant worm's body rubbing against the trunk. Or, it did n’t cover anything, just wind, shouting and all other sounds became part of the ancient ballad, like the waves that make up the sea.

"Abba, what's that voice?" The girl asked her father, she had never heard the ballad, but she didn't hate it, because she felt that she could hear the familiar melody from this voice. It was the rough sailor's song of the sailor, the little tune of the pastoral knights, the murmuring of the ratmen in the cave, and the murmur of the mother in the dream.

Lothar ’s expression became gentler, and his eyes turned to Batu ’s direction, because he knew who sang the song, “Listen, my dear Helen, you have to remember this song, also Remember what is happening in front of you. One day, when I ca n’t protect you, you have to face everything under the sun and outside the sun. At that time, do n’t be afraid. Just remember what happened today, you You will know what to do. We are human, standing in the world, walking in the light and shadow, not a fish but a swim, not a mouse but a dig. But this does not mean that we are a special, advanced existence in this world. Quite the contrary , Just because we are humans, we can understand that we are the same as others. "

In the little girl's incomprehensible gaze, those gruesome riders gradually stopped the battle roar, they knew this voice, because it is a song that all prairie people will learn from childhood. This ballad is also a prayer, praying to all between heaven and earth, to all inclusive spirits. So they joined the ballad and sang into a chorus, "Wei Zai Earth! Wei Zai River! Wei Zai grass! Wei Zai ox! Wei Zai lamb! Wei Zai ..."

The singing voice became louder and louder, and the power brought by the singing voice became stronger and stronger. Batu only felt that he had flowed into countless rivers, and each river was accompanied by others. And among these rivers, the clearest one flows down from the air and flows into his mind, making his mind clear ~ www.readwn.com ~ Wei Zai Eagle! "

"Hello!" Naren's Changming sounded like a signal. The dead souls of the riders began to slowly approach Batu. They nodded to the young herdsman, and then turned into a blast of smoke into his battle axe. The justice of the fool became another medium of power in Batu ’s hands, and quite unexpectedly, this witch hunt knife did not repel that power because it was not magic, nor witchcraft, nor divine power, it existed In every creature and non-creature between heaven and earth, it is the foundation of the existence of the spirits. The golden battle axe gradually dimmed with the influx of this power, dimly like a weapon made by ordinary iron, the details and features on it were reduced with the influx of ghosts, and the weight was getting more and more light.

"Wei Zai Zhong Ling!"

It is not only weapons that are transformed in this song, but also people who hold weapons. The lives of those ghosts are revealed in front of Batu, even gradually, what he can see is no longer limited to people, he sees how a grass germinates, sees how a drop of water flows, he sees a male How did the eagle spread its wings, so he forgot his name and body, so those larger rivers were able to flow into them, and those rivers called the spirits, by this ordinary juvenile boy did the gray robe What the law does, it has the power that the cheese cannot. And this is not because he is special, on the contrary, it is because he is ordinary.

At this moment, the existence of the battle axe is the unification of all the will on the grassland. Every time he takes a step, more rivers flow into his body, but there is still a period of time from here to the foot of Tianmu. time.

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