[Comprehensive] Retirement of the brave

In the end, what can destroy a hero is often not a powerful enemy, but the greedy hearts of others. --Inscription

The firewood made a slight crackling sound in the stove from time to time, and the room was warm.Sitting on a rocking chair in front of the fireplace was an old man with gray hair, reading a notebook bound in dilapidated parchment.

"Grandpa, tell me another story." The boy lay on her lap, with his immature face upturned, and the flames flickering in his eyes.

The old man took off his glasses and put the notebook aside.He rubbed his little head with his free hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, then I will tell you a story that I have experienced. It was a crime committed by all lives, and it was branded in the world. Mistakes over the entire world."

"Sins and mistakes?"

"Yes," the hand stroking the boy's hair stopped, and the old man's eyes fell into the flames of the fireplace. His cloudy eyes seemed to see the person who ignited the whole world again. "You can listen to the story first, and then you'll understand."

"It was a long, long time ago, so long that when I was born, the last person who experienced this incident had long since passed away." The old man's erratic voice seemed to be traveling upstream along the long river of time, and everything was lost. Pulled back to the year.

"In the beginning, when the place we lived in was still called the Esmail Continent, people of different races did not communicate with each other as often as they do now. They formed factions and checked and balanced each other.

Elves hide in forests, orcs live in mountains, dwarves build caves near volcanoes, and murlocs hide in rivers and lakes. "

"What about humans?" The boy was a little curious.

"Human beings," the old man repeated slowly, showing a faint bitter smile, "Human beings are almost the same as they are now. Their large population made them form different countries. At that time, human beings believed in the God of Light and could become It was quite an honor to be a knight or a priest in the temple at that time."

The old man looked down into the boy's clear eyes and said softly, "Can you imagine? People in those days could kill the real rescuer again and again for the sake of the god who never saved them."

The boy shook his head ignorantly, he didn't understand.He just felt that grandpa seemed very sad, so he grabbed the old man's finger, "Grandpa, don't cry."

"I didn't cry, good boy," the old man put his warm and broad palm on the back of his hand, "I'm not even qualified to cry for him, because I'm also an accomplice. Well, let me continue to tell you. "

"Originally, the world was fairly peaceful. Although there were occasional wars, all forces were in a delicate balance. Even the most ambitious orcs did not dare to provoke war wantonly.

But one day, the balance was suddenly broken, and a big demon king ran out of the abyss. Not only that, but there were countless monsters behind him.They hid in the black mist and slaughtered all the lives they saw.In order to stop them, fighters of all races gathered together, and a huge team was born. "

The boy asked curiously: "Why have I never heard of the demons?"

"That's because every time the demons invade, someone will stand up and beat the demons back into the abyss. This person is called a brave man." The old man answered patiently.

"What about the brave man?" The boy frowned. "I've never heard of the brave man. Besides, does the brave man beat the demons back to his hometown? Does it mean that he led the army?"

"You'll understand when you hear it."

The old man picked up the notebook at the side, stroked its cover carefully, and then stuck it to his heart.

"The brave have a group of companions: archers, mages, assassins, and berserkers. They travel around to repel the demons and save the creatures there. When the decisive battle comes, they will join the army and join the Sorage Plain. The location of the square they went to. They are here to resist the final counterattack of the demons. It is also here that the demon king appeared."

"Then what then?" The boy blinked, excitedly pumping his fists, shouting "ha, haha," and fighting the imaginary big devil. "The Great Demon King has been defeated, right?"

The old man put aside the hair on his forehead, and something slipped into the white hair in his cloudy eyes. "Yeah, they won. All races united like never before, just to kill that man, just to kill that big devil."

That day, the strong smell of blood filled the air. The crow was attracted but dared not land, and could only hover in mid-air and let out a shrill cry.

The flames were burning on the ground, billowing black smoke directly into the sky and the dense black clouds, and the ownerless war horse pawed its hooves anxiously, unable to settle down.

There are corpses everywhere on this huge battlefield.Orcs, elves, and humans, races that were not in harmony in the past, are surprisingly harmonious after their death.One on top of the other, flesh and blood mixed with flesh and blood, indistinguishable from each other.

Looking around, there was only one person standing in the dark world.However, at this point, he probably cannot be called a human being.

The left arm was cut off from the shoulder, and the wound was scorched black. The high-temperature flame directly charred the wound, which was also a good way to quickly stop the bleeding.The wounds on his two legs were deep enough to show the bone, and several feathered arrows pierced through the tattered armor and nailed him, making him look like a hedgehog with its thorns erect.

His chest rose and fell slightly, his breathing gradually became heavy, all relying on a black knife to keep himself from falling down, his eyes looked around vigilantly, for fear that some enemies would come out from somewhere.

Behind him lay a few dead people, they were completely out of place on this battlefield.One was wearing a neat suit with messy hair and a bow and arrow on his back, the other was wearing a cloak, revealing his pale face that had been hidden under the hood all year round. He was holding a staff in one hand and a rapier in the other.

The little girl was protected by a tall man, whose body was blown beyond recognition by the magic feather arrow.The girl's dagger fell to the ground, and she did not escape death, a sword piercing her heart.The person holding the sword was killed aside.

"They lost nearly half of their troops and finally killed several people around the devil, and severely injured the devil. When the priests used magic to kill the devil, in the dazzling brilliance of the holy light, everyone who survived They are all cheering. How happy they are, they killed the Demon King, and the world is at peace.”

"Don't cry, grandpa," the old man held the boy's little hand to wipe his tears, wiped his eyes, and met the boy's worried eyes. "It's okay, it's just that I'm old, and it's easy to be sentimental when talking about the past. Grandpa is fine. Let's continue with the story."

"After that, there will be no more demon kings, nor will there be brave men. But the gods have issued a decree, and the demons cannot be eradicated. Every 400 years, they will rush into the world again from the abyss to bring disasters. In order to protect the peace of the world, the shrine The Pope and the General of the Union Forces worked out a plan together."

Pushing open the gate at the deepest part of the shrine, the golden afterglow of the sun with a touch of orange red sprinkled down through the windows of the dome.Light and shadow draw a clear boundary on the chessboard, and also allow two people sitting opposite each other to play chess, one in the sun and one in the shadow.

The person sitting in the shadow slowly pushed a white soldier forward, and the chains wrapped around the iron gauntlet collided with each other and made a rattling sound.The person who played the chess didn't care about the rules and directly knocked over all the black pieces along the way until he stopped on the opposite side of the black king piece. "Have you figured out what to do?"

"Don't worry, time will be the best weapon. It can change the past, and it can also change people's hearts. No matter how famous that person is, he is dead after all, and we still have a lot of time to knock him into the dust inside."

The man in the white priest's robe had a compassionate and divine smile on his face, and the runes outlined in gold thread on the clothes shone with his movements.

His fingertips gently pinched the white soldiers, which were dyed black and became a barrier standing in front of Wang Qi, "Let's start with those foolish people, the light of God will make them see their beliefs clearly, See what history looks like.”

"Heh," said the armored man sitting in the shadows, he couldn't speak sarcasm, "it's a nice thing to say, you can put a stigma on a truly noble hero and obliterate his existence. It sounds good, you are the so-called messengers of the gods, do you know about your gods?"

"Is it a god?" The priest smiled just like the statue outside, "The god is omniscient and omnipresent. He will fulfill the prayers of every devout believer, won't he?"

The person sitting in the shadows swept the pieces on the chessboard to the ground with a wave of his hand, and punched the chessboard. "I don't care what you want to do, but don't forget what we discussed. I want his power and his secrets, and you want to use him to become a god. You can do a mutually beneficial business. Don't play tricks."

"Of course." Seeing the back of the man getting up and leaving, the priest raised his eyelids slightly with a smile on his face, and there was no smile in the eyes that were revealed.

The boy held the old man's hand tightly, and patted him on the back clumsily and soothingly with the other hand, "What kind of plan is it?"

The old man took a deep breath, "That was a sinful and unforgivable plan. They dragged the whole world into mistakes for their own selfish desires, and then they got deeper and deeper, and again and again They destroyed their only salvation once with their own hands."

Speaking of this story is a bit old-fashioned, the brave and the devil save the world and bring peace.Probably many people have no patience to read the beginning after reading the beginning, thinking that they can guess the ending directly.That must be the brave man married the princess, and then reached the pinnacle of life, what else?

But what about after reaching the pinnacle of life?Will the brave really live a happy life?Will the powers of the world tolerate such an uncontrolled existence?

When the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden.The cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks.The demons have been defeated, so what will the brave do?

"The pope issued an oracle, saying that although the demons will come, the brave will also be born. Every 400 years, there will be a humanoid weapon that does not have a soul but only carries the power of the brave. He will continue the hero's life. The name and his radiance tower over the world to expel the demons."

"So is this true?" the boy asked softly.

"Of course this is not true, but the nobles who only care about pleasure will not ask questions, the short-sighted common people don't care about what will happen hundreds of years later, and the head of the person who raised the opinion was secretly cut off. When this oracle is read by everyone When the legend is written in history, it becomes true."

The old man's excited mood suddenly fell again, "But a lie is a lie after all, and no matter how big a lie is, it will be exposed one day. Finally, the day of judgment will be ushered in for all the perpetrators."

Lord Brave, at the beginning people recited his name as god and savior.For 400 years and 400 years, the brave man, now people are chanting his name, only using him as a weapon to perform his due duties.

Weapons don’t have emotions, and when a weapon is broken, people won’t empathize with it and only feel sorry for its sharpness. A weapon shouldn’t have friends, but considering its value, it should have a few suitable guards.

In this way, the gears of time rotate, singing and ushering in one cycle after another, and also ushering in the final ending.

A person,

Noble as the stars in the sky, shining like the moon in the sky,

But he fell,

The hand that lifted him to the altar dragged him into the dust at the same time.

tick tick, tick tick,

Innumerable reincarnations he devoted all to it,

until there is nothing more to give,

Until it can no longer be stopped from falling.

Sleep, star in the sky,

when you wake up again,

The world is no longer on your shoulders.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Merchant A: Brave man, please grant me endless wealth.

King B: O brave man, please help me to be king forever.

Dying C: Brave, help!

Brave: (Confused) I'm just a simple output, what exactly did you pass on me? ?

The best brave, for the best of you, I hope you will like this story.

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