I have a shelter

The withered flesh of the demon, like those ‘sufferers’, eventually turned to ashes. Only a huge skeleton and a small purple stone on the chest of the skeleton were left.

A pair of hands took it out, flipped through it, and put it in the book.

The drizzle in the sky had stopped once, but it started again after the demon died. And the natural sunshine did not retreat, and gradually dispelled the fog around it, and began to spread outward.

The land covered by the sun and rain gradually began to sprout seeds and bloom with stamens. Even in the dirty and rotten mud and sewage, there were yellow flowers and blue fairy grass blooming.

They absorbed all the filth in the soil and threw the blooming seeds into the sky. And between the flying rainbows and vanilla, the air became more and more refreshing.

Near the rotten corpses, there were also stamens and vines blooming. Whether they were asleep or awake, white lilies and yellow chrysanthemums slowly appeared beside them. Until they fell asleep again, the red spider lily bloomed in front of them, and the sleepless man also rested completely.

George walked along with the 19 knights and the wizard. Whenever they saw a beautiful or familiar scenery, someone would turn around and tell the companions on the horse what they saw.

"It's been seven or eight years now, Grave, you didn't expect the pear trees on the hillside in front of your house to bloom again? And in this autumn," Martin wiped his tears and said to his companion on the horse. But there was no response.

Retracting his gaze towards the dilapidated village, Martin stretched out his arm tiredly and helped his companion who was about to fall down again. He looked at Jack beside him.

Jack pursed his lips, hugged a jar in his arms tightly without speaking, and continued to count his steps.

Looking at his dull look, he couldn't help but squeeze out the tears in his eyes that were about to fall again. It was very uncomfortable.

"I told you to stop counting! Let Aji come!"

"But the lord asked me to come, and I have already counted two thousand steps."

"So let him count after you, your steps are big, his steps are small. The total of the two of you is exactly the number of people still alive in the southern part of the valley."

Everyone believes that although the total number of the lords is only 10,000, there are definitely more than just these people who are still alive here, and among these people, there may be their childhood playmates and lost relatives.

Every extra step is one more person.

Every extra step, there is a greater chance that there are people they know in this forest.

And every extra person, Greve and others can rest in peace without regrets.

Martin knows that this idea is a bit superstitious, and many people who are also counting steps do the same - because how far the sunlight spreads is actually predetermined. But they can't help but do it.

Not long after, golden wheat fields gradually appeared in front, as if the fire was extinguished nearby.

When the group climbed over the hill in front of them and followed the lord to stand on the hillside slowly, they could not help but look at the horizon in a daze, forgetting everything.

The mist in the distance was like a cliff connected to the sky, standing in front of them. The heavy and vast momentum was like a gray tsunami in the end of the world, cutting the sun and the earth in half and dividing them on both sides.

After the sun was about to fall into the cliff, shadows spread from all directions, pulling the earth into the dusk in advance.

As the shadow covered the top of the head, people's hearts became darker and darker with the sky.

"There seems to be someone over there."

I don't know who said this, and then everyone turned around and looked at the other side in the direction of his finger.

There were teams of people holding flags and running towards the manor. And in the farther direction, there were many small figures, gradually gathering there in cheers.

When everyone slowly turned around, they heard the noise over there, and when Alexander excitedly tore off his cloak, hung it on his halberd and shook it, the excited crowd over there also noticed this.

Indeed, they should be so excited, because they have never seen such a long distance.

As for the sun setting now, it doesn't matter, because the sun has been like this for thousands of years.

The sun will rise as usual tomorrow, and the sunlight will still fall on this land. Although it is only half a day, one day, it will replace the fog and cover the earth.

Thinking of this, everyone can't help but look at their lords.

And George was stroking his chin, looking at the lords riding horses in the distance, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Compared to George and others, each lord was also injured a lot. Although these people are very good at escaping, in fact, at the moment when the fire of hope spread, everyone's injuries were purified. So there are not many people who were directly bitten to death by monsters, and only those who have had direct contact with the blasphemer are those in the front.

However, many people got lost in the fog and disappeared afterwards.

But now there are more than a thousand people coming here.

"Sir Gavi, when I was fighting with the knights in the front, as the leader in the rear, you really did not let me down."

‘The Lord of Dawn’ walked slowly in the crowd (or should I say surrounded) and looked at the crowd below the hillside who had escaped from the fire and the monsters. In their chaotic eyes of grief, anger, excitement, confusion, fear, etc., he turned his head and looked at the demon head held high by Alexander (his heart was calmed down a little), and looked at the other lords with different expressions.

“You are the same!”

George said: “It is indeed as Baron Gavi said, when my knights are fighting in the front, you don’t need me to worry about it!”

After the words fell, the eyes of the crowd suddenly became strange, and Baron Gavi was stunned in the ringing of his ears.

He looked at the lords who looked over one by one, and was suddenly stunned. Suddenly, he realized that he seemed to have dug a big hole unintentionally.

He suddenly understood what his ‘leader’ would say next, but the man had already changed the subject and did not give others a chance to think more.

"The prairie fire ignited by the devil came suddenly, just like a disaster that may come suddenly at any time!"

"Looking at the smoke and fire rolling in, the knights and I can only sacrifice ourselves to rush to the source of the disaster, but in my heart, I am always worried about you."

"But I was wrong." At this point, George suddenly pursed his lips, looked at the surprised faces, and emphasized his tone: "Because you don't need anyone to worry about you. As the lords said, you are all warriors!!"

"Maybe this is the will of the God of Shelter! He tested each of us!"

"In this unprecedented disaster, facing the misfortune that can come at any time and anywhere, one person and a group of people can't do anything at all!"

"Only when every brave person stands up and turns himself into a hero can we overcome everything!"

Someone suddenly took a deep breath.

Indeed! From the very beginning, this person said that everyone needs to rely on themselves in this action.

And he also said that harvesting wild wheat is a very risky thing. He even persuaded those who were reckless.

The most authentic part of the secrets spread by Gavi is only known by a few lords. And the words they said to encourage their soldiers are magical.

But no matter how magical the myth is, it is not as good as the light that dispels the fog and descends from the sky. It is also not as good as the immortals who suddenly fall to the ground and rest when the flowers bloom on the earth.

And the Templar Knights known to the lords have only been said by one person.

As for whether this person intentionally spreads it, it is unknown.

Maybe from the very beginning, this person is just as he said, everyone can only rely on themselves.

As he said, this is a test.

It's just that under the interests of someone, it is privately added.

But no matter what the matter is, these "warriors" who suddenly feel a little ashamed can't help but look at the sun in the sky and the distant fog. Thinking about it, if there is no brave man in the world who turns himself into a hero, can anyone fight all this alone?

"Today, we passed the test of God." The Lord of Dawn shamelessly characterized this disaster as a natural disaster, but who could know the real truth? But no matter what, the heroes who looked at this hero who led people into the fire and the disaster alone could not think of these selfless people with the most vicious thoughts.

Under the shining light of the sun on them, everyone was silent and listened quietly.

"Today, many heroes died!"

"But it is because of their efforts that our descendants can continue to reproduce."

"It is because of their blood that this corrupted land has been purified and revived in their blood!"

Indeed, it is not just these people standing on the high ground in front of them. The Lord is telling them that in this victory, the title of hero belongs to everyone-no matter what they thought when they first came here, but whether a person is a hero only asks the result, not the reason.

"The fire burned a lot of food, but next year's harvest will be better. In the east and south, there are countless fertile fields waiting for you to harvest."

"This time there will be no more monsters harassing you. Next year, we don't have to wait for wild wheat to grow in the fields."

"Because from today on, we can grow our own food!"

Death is always sad, and it is precisely because of this that what we fight for is more valuable.

After hearing these words, those who struggled in the disaster couldn't help crying.

They don't need to gnaw on the soil, grass and bark that people can't swallow. They don't have to watch their families die slowly in their arms.

Everything they did before was powerless, but today someone took them to tear apart the darkness and fog above their heads!

"Compatriots!" The lord suddenly roared hoarsely, suppressing the crying of those people and the shouting of those tears.

"The disaster is not over yet, and everything is not over yet."

The great lord said so, and the crowd gradually quieted down.

"But this piece of sunshine is the first miracle that appeared in this world after the fog came!"

"This miracle comes from the hands of each of you, with the efforts and contributions of each of you."

"Although it will only last for one day, it is just a beginning!"

Indeed, as he said, each of them participated in this sunshine that penetrated the fog.

And as long as everyone moves their hands and musters the courage to stand up. Even if this sunshine only lasts for one day, it must be just a beginning.