When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

Next to the simple camp, Carlos is building fortifications with other tribesmen. They have cut down some high-quality trees, made several layers of fences with antlers and animal bones, and may add one or two ditches in a few days. Although it is useless for large troops, the cavalry defending hundreds of people should come in handy.

Since coming to the canyon, Carlos has always felt that there is not enough time.Settle down women and children, command soldiers to build camps, send spies and merchants into the surrounding area to investigate the situation, even the broken swords are not wasted, command the old people in the clan to polish them, press the handles, and distribute them to those who assist in hunting in the wild children.For ten days, he hardly had any free time for him to stop and think about his friends.

Four days ago, a dark thread lurking in Fijisen Kingdom sent them a very shocking news. A group of skeleton warriors and spirit-bound corpses appeared around the kingdom. There were five to six thousand people. Before passing through a teleportation array somewhere, it directly entered the hinterland of Fijisen Kingdom, and a great battle was launched at a place only more than 6000 miles away from the capital.This news drew the wrath of the royal court and the temple, and the Mage Guild also sent support, but they did not find the controller behind this undead army. All the prophecy spells were invalid, and there was no way to find out the details of the enemy.Except for some mages and temple elites, humans cannot resist the iron hooves of the undead army, and the bloody battle has continued for several days.And the worst part of this news for them is that it is said that the undead legion are all skeletons wearing santanny armor or walking corpses dressed as desert deserters, from the depths of the purgatory desert.This news must have brought more trouble to the abandoned people of the desert who were already in a difficult situation. Only they knew the existence of the Lich King, but no one would believe that they were innocent.This made the deserted people who were already charged with many crimes suffer more serious exclusion and blows.

Carlos clenched his fists. The situation is getting more and more dangerous now. In fact, they should really contact other abandoned tribes in the desert. Only by uniting can they better resist powerful enemies from all sides.But now faith is slowly fading among the abandoned people, the shadow of the Lich King forces the tribes to fight on their own, and no one is wholeheartedly fighting for the ideals of the past, leaving only a remnant of flame buried under the ashes.Carlos has no better way, he can only do his best to protect these companions around him, to protect a little spark.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, he raised his head and looked into the distance.Suddenly, his pupils tightened, and he saw a knight galloping towards him in the distance.That's the spy who delivered the message!Carlos threw away the tool in his hand, and quickly walked towards the other party.

"Carlos!" The knight got off his horse, flustered. "The army of undead is defeated!"

"What?!" Carlos grabbed the opponent's shoulder, "What's going on!"

The corner of his mouth pinched by Juli twitched, and the knight said eagerly, "Three days ago, the undead army suddenly lost control. After a short period of chaos, all the skeleton warriors turned into ordinary dry bones, and the undead puppets lost their soul control. Become a real dead body. Overnight, they collapsed! This is someone who killed the Lich King!!" The knight clenched back forcefully, his teeth chattering excitedly. "He succeeded! Our team leader succeeded!!"

Carlos felt dizzy for a while, his leader really succeeded!They killed the Lich King, so what about Santany?Has it also returned to Avar's hands!He suppressed the excitement in his heart, and patted the knight's shoulder fiercely. "Let's go and tell everyone the good news first, but..." He looked back at the fortifications behind him, "We can't relax now, no one will think that we are responsible for the death of the Lich King, here is still The hinterland of the mainland is not our desert, everything must be careful."

Seeing the excited figure of the knight going away, Carlos finally couldn't help but shift his gaze to the direction of the desert, where, has Avar stepped into the ruins of Santani, and has he found their legendary treasure? The majestic sanctuary, is he injured?The Lich King is a dangerous and powerful enemy, can mages protect him well?Carlos clenched his fists tightly, his heart was full of excitement and uneasiness, the Lich King is not a character that can be easily defeated, at least not with two mages... No, Now is not the time for this worry, he listened attentively to the cheers from the camp, this is good news, but they still face many difficulties, he can't put his mind on such useless speculation, he should... ...he should...

Carlos looked at the distant sky, his nails had already sunk deeply into the flesh, a trace of blood slipped down his fingers, but he didn't feel any pain at all.He understood that all he needed now was to wait, to wait.

This wait is a full four days.

With every sunrise and sunset, Carlos felt more anxious. If they had defeated the Lich King three days ago, what would have held them back?Anxiety spread in his heart. He looked at the sky more and more times, and the time was longer and longer. Uncontrollable, gloom flooded his heart, making him toss and turn in the dead of night, making it difficult to fall asleep.This ordeal lasted for four days, and at noon on the fourth day, he saw mages flying from afar.

White hair, silver hair, black hair... Carlos' body swayed, but where is the bright golden hair?

After getting off the flying sword and standing firm, San slowly walked up to the tall black-haired young man, stretched out his hands, and handed over the long sword in his hand.

The black-haired young man didn't answer, but took a few steps back and asked in a trembling voice. "What about others? Why..."

Why didn't he bring him back, not even a dead body... Sarn understood the meaning of these words, this time, he rarely made jokes or sarcasm, and he didn't even show the slightest smile, and replied very seriously . "He gave his life and body to defeat the Lich King and to save your homeland."

"This is impossible……"

"Yes." Sarn did not refute, "Under any circumstances, this is impossible, so it is called a miracle. He used his life to call back the power of the Sun God, and turned into a phoenix to kill the witch. Demon King."

"It's not..."

"I saw it with my own eyes. I experienced it firsthand. It was a battle like no other in the world. The Lich King was wiped out, Santani was restored to its former peace, and even the red soil was restored to its original appearance."

This sentence made the seemingly invincible man shake, "For his faith...he shouldn't..."

A white hand took the long sword from Saen, Hong Ming held the sword upside down with both hands, and handed the hilt to the man.

"Take it, hold it, feel it."

This was the first time Hong Ming used the common language in front of outsiders. His speech was not fluent, and he even had a weird accent, but he didn't care, and handed the hilt of the sword to Carlos.

Trembling uncontrollably, Carlos felt that the world was spinning, but he finally stretched out his palm and held the hilt of the sword.The sword is so heavy and cold, like the real murderer who cruelly took the life of his beloved, why should he take this murder weapon...why... His fingertips touched the sword, and suddenly The familiar throbbing came from his fingertips, and he froze on the spot.

"Life, the body, disappears. But the soul is still there." Hong Ming said slowly, almost without a word, "It's not for the gods, but for the hometown."

Hometown... His knees could no longer bear the weight of his body. Carlos knelt down in the dust, tightly holding the sword that was once dazzling but now covered in gray mist.Blood dripped onto the sword along the palm of his hand, and he leaned his forehead firmly against it, he could feel it, he could indeed.There is a touch of joy on this sword that breaks his heart. This is the dream of making Avar sacrifice his life without any regrets, and it is his dream that has been haunting him all his life.

"He's very happy."

"Yes."

"He found our homeland with the power of the sun."

"Yes."

"Santany is free, he has washed away all our guilt and suffering, and he has called back the power of the true God."

Hong Ming paused, "Yes."

"He did what he promised..." Carlos closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Now, it's my turn..."

One day, I will bring hope to my people, and you will lead them back to our homeland with knife and sword.

"I will." Tears slid down his cheeks, dripping on the dusty sword together with the blood on his palm.

"I will."

Standing behind the two, San took a step back silently.It seems that his existence is no longer needed here, he told himself, but couldn't help but took two steps back again, standing behind the gray-robed mage.To be honest, the scene in front of him was simply unbearable for him, trust, sacrifice, nostalgia, and deep love, all of which made him feel dangerous involuntarily.The law of the dark elves taught him suspicion and vigilance, and taught him deceit and betrayal. They are like their own names, creatures that live in the dark, where there is no light, no heat, only loneliness and self, no one is willing to take Leave it behind to others, because what is waiting is often not the guardian, but the dagger from behind.

And here... Sarn suppressed the urge to continue to retreat. The emotion from the Purgatory Desert was too intense and too dazzling. It was not at all like the cold-blooded and cruel Sanjiang City he loved, nor the meek and dull city he hated. The surface elves, so direct, so hot, like the scorching sun at noon, brought him unimaginable warmth, made his eyes hurt, and lost all his abilities, making him extremely afraid.

Sarn lowered his head and looked at the snow-white crane cloak on his body. The experience of nearly two months almost overturned his previous 200 years of life.But because of that bloody blood contract, he doesn't even have room to retreat, he just needs a little distance, a distance that makes him feel safe.

Sarn tugged at the white and slippery cloak unwillingly, and let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart.

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