[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

The monastery is silent in the dark night, and the green creepers climb the simple and dilapidated stone walls, spreading like ghostly shadows in the dark night, whispering secrets that no one knows in the bleak night wind.

When Lorca arrived with reinforcements from Livingston and Tilda, he found that there was no one in the entire monastery.

Livingston looked at the messy weeds in the back garden. This elder, who was always calm and easy to talk and laugh, looked solemn at this moment. He picked up grass blades from the air, observed them carefully for a while, and sensed the air in the back garden for a while.

"This is the 'dead man's dream'." Tilda whispered, her brows were full of pity, Livingston nodded silently, and with a fist, the broken grass leaves in his hand were annihilated into sparks.

"What? What are you talking about?" Lorca looked at his father and mother puzzled.Palmer and his entourage were gone, he was too weak to know what might happen to him, and at this worrying hour the two elders were studying the weeds in the backyard.

Suddenly, Luoka's heart tightened, and he turned and rushed out of the monastery gate.

Beside the winding gravel path, dozens of steps away, a big tree with intertwined roots and scars has stood there for an unknown number of years. The ugly tree hole has no shelter, and the narrow depression can be seen at a glance.

"How could it be?!" Loka looked at the empty tree hole in disbelief.Unwillingly, he even leaned down and groped half of his body for the pitted texture, hoping to find a gap like the entrance of the tunnel.

An inexplicable panic pierced Luoka's heart like a sharp awl, and he felt a little emptiness in his heart, and at the same time, a kind of uneasiness fell on his heart like a hammer.He didn't know why he had this strange feeling, he just felt a little uncomfortable, but he was extremely confused. He had a faint feeling that he seemed to have made a mistake.

Why are they all gone?Could it be that at the same time that the Doro Valley was attacked, the enemy also attacked here?But the entire monastery did not show any traces of battle.The great seal technique uses the profound meanings from the "Book of Gaia".Even if an elder-level person is sealed by the Great Seal, it is impossible to untie it by himself.And people who are lower than the caster's cultivation level can't untie it.Palmer only has the cultivation base of a middle-level priest, and those two followers are only the best of the middle-level guards.Who came after I left?

Looking at the bloodstains in the tree hole, Mason's tears and begging appeared in front of his eyes again. At this moment, Loka couldn't bear it when he recalled it.Mason seemed desperate to say something to him at the time, but he looked badly injured and was struggling to speak.What happened to Mason?What was Mason trying to say then?Lorca felt that the anxiety in his heart was increasing, why didn't he listen to him at that time.At that time, he was completely in the anger and pain of being betrayed, and was almost on the verge of collapse. Luoka became more and more flustered. He felt that he seemed to have missed something, and he only felt that his heart was filled with regret.

Loka recalled the moment when the light blade of "Morning Dew" fell. On the verge of his reason being torn apart by hatred, he subconsciously used the Great Sealing Technique.Only then did he realize that there was still a glimmer of hope deep in his heart. He hoped that Mason might really be innocent. recapture.

Lorca took out the blond doll, on which Mason's unique mana fluctuations could be sensed, and he knew in his heart that what appeared in the meditation world was indeed a memory fragment of the time when he disappeared, and that Mason was indeed the tyrannical warlock.But in Mason on weekdays, Luoka can indeed feel his pure kindness and sincere love.The friendship of so many years can't be all fake.Lorca's heart was tangled in grief, could it be that he couldn't resist the attack of the devil after all?

"Your Highness! Lord Livingston, please go over." Eric's voice came from behind.

Dozens of lighting magic crystals are suspended above the back garden.Loka was shocked to see that the barren grassland was dug into a huge pit by the guards with great mana.It can already be seen that the densely packed skeletons are stacked on top of each other.

Livingston directed the guards to move out a few of them and line them up by the pit.

"Lorca, tell me, how long have these people been dead?"

Loka squatted down and searched carefully.The clothes on these skeletons were the clothing of monks, and the bones were dry and white, and he crushed them into fine powder with a little force.

"Hundreds of years?" Lorca asked uncertainly.

Livingston unwrapped a cross-chain wrapped around the dry bone.Gently wipe away dirt to reveal a metallic sheen.

"Lorka, look at the clothes of these people again. Can they still be so neat and bright after hundreds of years, huh? They haven't faded? These metal ornaments have no rust stains. Oh - they are still in the latest style."

Livingston pointed to the piles of skeletons in the deep pit, "It seems that these are the real owners of this monastery." He guided Lorca to a skeleton whose robes were extremely intricately decorated.

"Lorca, look," Livingston pointed out the crack on the patella, and the old blurred crack on the tibia, "last arraignment, last month, Abelson told us that your caravan Bring some refined medicinal materials to his old friend Barrow. When Barrow was young, he almost lost his calf in a battle. Recently, old injuries often recur." Livingston sighed and stood up, "This is the The real Dean Barrow."

"The rotting blood of the dead nourishes the 'dreams of the dead' and makes the world linger in the land of sinking." Livingston's expression was rare and solemn. "These are not ordinary weeds. They are called 'Dreams of the Dead'. They were all over the mountains and fields on Kedile Mountain back then. They need the flesh and blood of the dead to nourish them. They are the basic raw materials for making psychedelic potions."

There was a sharp hiss in Luoka's heart, and the blood was tearing away the heavy fog.

Palmer's weak appearance and concerned expression all came to mind one by one——

"Lorca, I'm worried... They must be injured... here... it's safe... there's food, medicine, those monks... they escaped the war long ago. Dean Barrow is a good friend of Elder Abelson. He helped us cover up the last search. Let Eric and the others come here to hide."

"Lorca, you... where... did you end up? Eric... Pete... are they all okay?"

And not long after he told Palmer the hiding place of the guard team, that secret place was raided immediately!Lorca remembered that when he was searching for signs of Mason, he had discovered that one of Palmer's entourage had left.

Palmer held his hand tightly and said - "I suspect... a mole!"

It was only at this moment that Lorca understood the meaningless gaze he had at that time.

It was him.

……

In front of the tree hole where Mason was once hiding, Livingston placed an enchantment to block the sound so as not to leak the conversation.

Tilda held her forehead, but even this could not heal the deep cut between her eyebrows. Her complexion became more and more serious, which reminded Loka of the mirror lake reflecting the thunderstorm clouds.

Livingston gave Lorca a hard look, stepped forward and gently put his arms around Tilda's shoulders to appease her anger.

Tilda's voice was low, "Loka, you made a big mistake. You ruined the overall situation. You ruined our most important dark chess." She helplessly cast a glance at the bewildered Loka, as if saying , why did I give birth to such a stupid son.

After a long time, Tilda sighed heavily, "I was wrong, I should have told you earlier."

"But, this, this is..." Loka spread out his palms, and a faint soft light appeared on the little blond doll.

Livingston and Tilda glanced at each other. Tilda raised her hand and directly volleyed it into her palm. She closed her eyes and focused on sensing for a moment. She breathed a sigh of relief, "Mason is still alive."

"It should be possible to trace his breath through the 'imprint'." Livingston thought.

"Mark, what mark?" Loka's heart was hanging high, and he looked at the blond doll in Tilda's hand in surprise. Is this really a mark to control himself.

Tilda's sigh was full of pity, and she waved her hand, beckoning Lorca to come closer, "Hand out your hand," she ordered.

Tilda's long Danko stroked Lorca's fingertips abruptly, and a bloodstain immediately appeared.Lorca was startled, "Mom!"

"Don't make noise, look." Tilda said lightly.

As soon as Tilda finished speaking, the wound on Roka's fingertips had healed up. He fingered his fingers suspiciously and wiped off the blood. The skin was smooth and clean, as if it had never been scratched.

"Lorka, at the level of an elder, has a stronger body and stronger resilience, but even so, it is impossible to have such a quick self-healing ability." Livingston explained, "This is a substitute technique. It is Ke Dileshan A secret technique taught by Miluo, which can transfer damage to other people. Usually these evildoers will use 'sacrifices' instead of them to bear the damage they suffer in battle. Mason pioneered the reversal of this secret technique Usage. All the damage you suffer will eventually be transferred to him."

Tilda looked worriedly into the dark distance, "Mason has kept us from telling you everything. He stole all the remaining magic liquid in Alandi and used it to save you. He has committed serious crimes and is no longer acceptable to Alan." And for so many years, the remnants of the Miluo Sect on the entire continent have never given up looking for him. In this life, he can only walk in the dark."

For a moment, like the torrential torrent of the beginning of the world, it rushed to cleanse the whole body and mind, as if sweeping away all the mist and dust in this world.Loka was shaken to the ground by the impact, but his heart became clearer than ever before—the large bloodstain oozing from the back of the shepherd who fled in a hurry, Mason's uncontrollable panting when he spoke, and the hoarse hiss that drifted and broken amidst the panting .

It was that sword!During the fierce battle, Luoka's back was deeply pierced by the sword, and Luoka clearly felt that his lungs were severely injured.But all subsequent actions were completely unaffected.He also attributed this amazing self-healing power to his advanced cultivation.

Loka recalled that in the tide of the buffalo herd that spread across the field, there was the undulating breath of the magic circle everywhere, which should be used by Mason to guide the buffalo herd.And when Lorca found the shepherd lying on the ground, he seemed to have just woken up from a brief coma.The buffalo herd trampled on regardless of whether it was the enemy or the enemy. In fact, it was Mason who was suddenly hit hard that lost control.

The image of Mason crouching at his feet appeared again in his heart, those purple eyes misty with tears, and the pure tears were filled with shattered remorse, guilt and despair.Lorca suddenly understood Mason's heart.It turned out that he never knew that under Mason's quiet appearance, there was such a strong love, which was as deep as the vast and boundless Mirror Lake, as deep as the majestic Yimeki Luoshan, which could not be described in words, his love, his love His longing, his pain, the rage in the cave that almost shattered everything and his suppressed love were originally one. At a certain moment, like the magma erupting from a volcano, they all merged into a blazing eruption of billowing heat, destructively Overwhelmed all reason, overwhelmed by love and being loved.

Luoka didn't know that such love and lust would also arise between men and men, and he didn't know why all this happened.He didn't know how to understand such feelings, he didn't know it, but it was so deep and strong.

But Lorca understands—love, itself, has no right or wrong.

Love is not a sin.

And the person who was scarred by deep love has now been taken away by darkness.But he pushed him to the real hell with his own hands.

The author has something to say:

a wrong love

But love itself has no right or wrong