Timon

Final Chapter One

The devil has not spoken to the warrior for three days.

Only on the day when the short seal was released by itself, the little prince woke up again in the crystal coffin, rubbed his eyes and asked in a daze, "Where is Dynasso?"

The scene on the day the warrior came back was too tragic. Even if the devil finally fell asleep in the seal, the soldiers who came to the castle to look for Timon didn’t wake up—Huo Xin was trying to awaken the deepest desire in his heart, so how could he wake up.

For the selfish desires of others, they were buried in their own selfish desires, and no one was spared.

Powerless to change the status quo, I can only watch these people indulge in their own persistent fantasies, hack and kill with all their strength, and then die with all their strength.When the last person fell, looking at the sea of ​​blood, the warrior seemed to be able to understand why the little prince said "the world is the most interesting".

In the library in the old days, there was a phrase in the book that had the same meaning and the same effect, and it was "to die to live".

Having experienced the emptiest light and the most hopeless darkness, and seen through the extreme, it has meaning if it is not pure enough.

"The award ceremony is tomorrow, do you want to come and see it?"

In exchange for the tragic sacrifice, Dynasso became famous in World War I. The rampage of the dragon attracted the attention of the king, and the scene where the warriors who unveiled the list stood side by side touched the king's nerves. He thought that the dragon It is the legendary treasure Dimeng who can secure the world.

However, Dynasso's deterrent power is amazing, and it can indeed keep one side safe.

The warrior neither admitted nor denied it, allowing this misunderstanding to spread, and later the warrior and the giant dragon were invited into the royal city to be honored together.

In this regard, Di Meng himself just frowned slightly, and mocked: "The liar is awarded the honor, and Dynasuo is the mascot, stupid mortal."

The warrior sighed, thinking that his little prince should wake up from the nightmare of 200 years ago.

"I know, you don't like war."

The Demon King froze, and the album in his hand never turned a page.

"I checked a lot of things this time down the mountain, and learned some things, about you, about Prius, and here."

The warrior took the little prince by the hand and led him to the door of the library, looking up at the castle together.

Old castles are always more magnificent than ordinary houses, but if you compare Prius's ambition and his later consistent style, you will feel that this place can be called elegant at best, even a bit simple.

"This is the castle he inherited when he first came to the throne. You have stayed here for seven years, regrouping and recharging your energy." The warrior pointed to the northwest, "And our current capital is the first place he conquered." A city."

After that, the expansion of the Prius Empire was unstoppable.

Accompanied by the warrior's whispers, the Demon King seemed to be caught in a frightening memory, he couldn't help shivering, and then felt the warm palm that was holding him tighten, as if he wanted to transmit power to himself in this way.

"It was my fault."

"It's not your fault." Seeing that the little prince's face was as pale as paper, the warrior repeated it again, solemnly like an oath: "It's not your fault."

The Demon King did not speak, his eyelids were lightly closed, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a frivolous nymph, beautiful and fragile.

"I've always wondered, if Dimeng refers to you 200 years ago, why would an ancient book record a tyrant's minion, but say that he can bring peace to the world—not to mention, in Price's autobiography, he wished he could Erase all the words about you, how can others know the existence of Dimeng. Until I remembered, when we first met, you said you were Wizdormu, the guardian of Dimeng." The warrior laughed brightly And calmly, "Wizdormu, invented steel thorns to fence sheep, made feng shui linkage treadmills to irrigate the fields, cultivated bacteria to make cheese and liqueur... from the fortifications of the city to the wooden horses played by children, what do you do for them? What has been done to this land will always be remembered."

Final Chapter Two

It is true that the devil likes the human world.

When he first came to the world, the Demon King prefers stories with warmth, weird or wide-ranging.So what attracted him the most was Price's library, where the two of them used to hang out whenever they had free time.

But later, the governance of the kingdom was very effective, and it became interesting to go out.

He began to like the smell of wheat brought by the breeze, so the teams in the rice fields can always see a touch of blond hair; he began to like the jubilation of cattle, sheep, dogs and geese, so the task of livestock breeding became a class for him and his children; he began to like humans He has a gentle smile, so he always drags Prius out at folk events...

Di Meng cannot be seen by outsiders, but Wizdormu can.

Those seven years were probably the happiest time in his life.

However, maybe he tried too hard to protect this paradise, which made the young monarch who watched the country turn from decline to prosperity think otherwise.

Desire planted seeds, germinated, broke through the soil, twisted and entangled and climbed continuously, until one day, intertwined into a net, wrapped around the demon king who has always been spoiled, and had to deal with all worries.

Di Meng never wanted to help Prius expand his territory, but the city defense weapon he made became the frontline of the invasion, the dry food he taught became the military salary, and even the steel thorns he designed rose from the sheep pen to the pen. human height...

In order to make up for the damage caused by the gunpowder, Timon always actively recovers and appeases after the war. However, the long march of Price's aggression is endless, and everything the boy does is sewing military uniforms for the next conquest.

After a long time, Wizdormu's pseudonym has been memorized by the people, but Jimeng has become a sinner in history.

"I thought he was different."

The young man broke free from that warm hand, stood in front of the crystal coffin in the center of the hall, and spread the past in the air, exposing the wound that refused to heal.

He pampered the king who was constantly expanding the empire. Even if the two people gradually walked in different directions, the devil still believed that the fool just took a detour accidentally, and after a detour, the pure soul would always come back.

Until he tasted blood in the wine.

—Price is trying to seal it.

At that moment, the Demon King finally had to admit that under his infinite trust, the former fool had already changed his appearance, ugly and dirty.

It is easy to fall into the memory and be unable to extricate yourself. The warrior was reluctant to let the little prince be overwhelmed by despair, so he stood by his side at the right time.

From leaving to returning, the more I know, the clearer I become. After going through the initial confusion, I was enlightened, and then when the devil cried, I became more determined to protect something.

"I was born in a slum, and I knew from an early age that a hard fist can protect a copper coin, a wrist wrestling can win spirits, and if you are not strong enough, you will be bullied."

So I long for strength, for strength.I've always thought so.

"The first time I saw you, I thought you were weak, but the fact is that you are very strong, stronger than human beings. It turns out that the criteria for judging are wrong, and your strength is not limited to physical confrontation. So what exactly is strength? What is the strong standard?"

Is it strong if you always win and never lose by arm wrestling?Is it strong if the fist is hard enough and no one dares to bully it?Dynasor should be very strong, but in the face of the army's attack, it will be tired and injured, and it will want us to appease it.

"I went down the mountain to find the answer, but my answer was not complete until I sealed you."

You can sit on the sidelines but choose to participate, you can wash the mountains and rivers but only need to protect yourself...

"I finally understand the weight of your phrase 'like', and the definition of being strong should be being able to guard yourself and cherish all beings."

The Demon King remained silent for a long time.

The warrior felt his surroundings gradually brighten up, and when he looked up, he found that the castle began to change from the roof.

A variety of colorful paintings emerge from the gray walls, ranging from the flowing water in spring to the golden rice fields in autumn. The place where the murals are located is full of vitality.

The stairs are replaced with a new white paint, stretching all the way up, looping a fine velvet carpet of the same color, matching the blue above the head, as if walking on the clouds.

At the height of two or three floors, the square hole covered by wooden planks spreads to the surroundings, merging into several huge glazed windows, combining patterns with colorful color blocks, faintly resembling Dynasso.

The vines disappeared, the windows were opened, the ruins were restored to the high pavilion, and the scorched earth turned into a sea of ​​flowers.

The sun shines in, and the big lala shines on the throne in the shape of a crystal coffin, reflecting a piece of brilliance.

The old castle, which has been decadent for more than two hundred years, takes on a new look at this moment.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of the young man's lips, smart and gentle, and the haze dissipated.

"I finally know why Dynasso and Labri recognize you."

The brave are not afraid, the benevolent are not worried, and now, you are not confused either.

Final Chapter Three

After seeing this miraculous return side by side, the warrior turned around and sent the devil on the throne, gentle and solemn.

"Dynasso can deter other countries from invading. I am willing to try to make countries restrain each other to avoid war. You don't have to hide in the castle to punish yourself, and you can still be the Wizdormu in the world as before."

The young man knelt down on one knee, held his hand and kissed, and looked up at his little prince, his eyes were full of piety, like a little bit of starlight.

"Dear Mr. Wisdom, are you willing to trust humans again?"

The author has something to say: I have been thinking about why the devil became the belief of the warrior.

Because he has the power of a higher plane?

At first I thought so, so in the original outline, this power was defined as wisdom.

But as I write, I'm confused.

The embodiment of wisdom should not be in art, but in Tao.

I can't help but think of the issue of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" in "National Treasure". The art of war should be the philosophy of war. In the knowledge of how to win a war, the voice of "no war" is particularly precious.

Avoiding war is not because of weakness, but out of reverence for life and deep love for this world.

I think that the one who can attract warriors is probably such a demon king.

And there are probably only such warriors who can walk side by side with the Demon King.