[Comprehensive] Retirement of the brave

How long has passed?About 1 years ago.

Just like in the oracle, demons and heroes always appear together.One came and the other drove him away, and then disappeared without a sound.

Gradually, there were rumors that the demons were attracted by the brave, and some people said that maybe the brave was the devil, otherwise why did he always disappear with the demons?

This time, the demons came again, just like the countless times before, the first unknown number of generations of braves were pushed into the battlefield with their standard squad.

A half-elf archer who looks pleasing to the eye but reveals his secrets when he opens his mouth, a mage who likes to play with fire and sleeps, talks in his dreams and chanting spells, and almost burns himself to death on the bed, and a mage who can fall asleep and fall from a tree while playing hide the assassin.And he himself is the best fighter.

Their experiences are similar to those of their predecessors.Bandits, thieves, innocent kings, dragons, demons... Fight monsters to upgrade and increase experience.Then he was mentioned on the main battlefield to fight against the menacing demons.

Whether it's one-on-one or one-to-many, the little friends will wave the flag and shout for help to make up a knife, but most of the soldiers are cold-faced.They never fought with the brave. When the demons attacked, if the brave made a move, the dark army would surround him and watch him fight the demons.

The explanation given above is for fear of accidental injury.The power of the brave is too great, fighting side by side with ordinary people will inevitably accidentally injure his colleagues.But the brave man clearly understood that if he did something a little bit, such as turning the blade of the knife he was holding in the wrong direction, those soldiers would rush forward in unison and kill him on the spot.

This is no different from the Colosseum.If the beast that killed the enemy wanted to attack the auditorium, it would be killed by the servants standing outside the guard net with sharp knives.He is that beast.

Normally, no one in Nuo Da's barracks would want to talk to the brave man.Wherever he goes, there is a vacuum zone, and those who see him can run as far as they can.

The brave doesn't like to make fun of himself. When there are no enemies, he usually goes to sit on a small hill beside the camp.There is a big tree with luxuriant branches and evergreen all the year round.

The most important thing is that it is very quiet here, there are no strange eyes or incomprehensible words drifting over.The brave man has developed five senses, and he doesn't want to pay attention to these things, but he can't bear to be bothered.

Recently, he didn't know who he learned from. He always liked to hold a grass stalk in his mouth when he had nothing to do, and he even learned to whistle.If a few friends didn't stop him, he would still want to learn to change the color of his hair and eyes.

The talkative archer always told him how lively the nearby villages and towns were, or what new things happened today.Even when he meets an ant and fights, he can tell a long epic, and he speaks clearly.

The mage is very irritable every day, and he always wants to fight with others.Although he is a mage, he is obsessed with melee combat, and the brave man is the candidate he has chosen for the competition.

Assassins are much better by comparison.Every day when the brave man takes a nap under the tree, he just takes a nap in the tree, and no one is in the way of anyone else.

One day, the archer pulled him and asked, "What are you always thinking about? To be honest, I can't understand you more and more."

"Why?" the brave man asked blankly.

The archer patted the gray on the ground and sat down, "Just yesterday, the one who pulled your trouser leg and insisted you save him, and when you couldn't help it, he called you a monster. Why do you care about that kind of person?"

Seeing that the brave man still looked confused, the archer crossed his legs and said, "War, you die or I live. There are too many such things. He has too many things, and you are asked to save him." .Heh, why can't he be killed?"

As he spoke, he moved his head and asked with great interest: "Tell me about it. In the past, you never listened, asked, or ignored these trivial matters. Why are you so kind today?"

The brave man blinked, and picked up what happened at that time from his memory.

When he heard that someone was looking for him, he was surprised, so he followed the soldier who sent the message.To be honest, it has been a long time since anyone other than his companions came to talk to him.

When he entered the military tent, he saw a man covered in blood lying on the ground. Seeing him approaching, his eyes gleamed brightly, and he faltered for him to come closer.

The brave man walked over and knelt down on one knee beside him.The man grabbed his trouser leg and said with all his strength: "Please, save me, it's okay to sell my soul to the devil, I don't want to die."

"But I don't know how to save people." The brave man said seriously, but the man seemed to think that he was trying to shirk.

"Is the price not enough? I am willing, I am willing to give you all my money, save me, save me."

"Money?" The brave man paused, "What do I need money for?" Everything he owns is under the check and balance of others, and he has nowhere to spend his money.

Then he was pushed hard by the man. He didn't fall, but the man fell heavily to the ground instead.

There was a wheezing sound from the man's throat, and he stared at him with red eyes, as if looking at the person who killed him. "Monster! Monster! I knew you were a monster! A monster like you has no heart or humanity!"

His hoarse voice attracted the soldiers outside, and the brave man was squeezed out of the tent by the soldiers who rushed in, silently watching the mess inside.

"What's wrong? Why are you in a daze?" The archer swayed in front of his eyes, and the brave man pulled his thoughts back to the present, and slowly, every word seemed to be carefully said: "I just thought..." There will be someone who put I am human.

But the archer didn't finish listening, he interrupted him with a smile, patted his buttocks and stood up, "Oh, I don't have time to listen to your gossip," he blinked, "Anyway, I don't understand what you're doing What are you thinking?"

"Okay, the day of the decisive battle is probably coming soon. You should cultivate well and annihilate them in one fell swoop. At that time, I can go home to find my beautiful fiancee." The archer stretched his waist and got off. hillside.

The brave man looked at his back as he left, and said hello lightly.

Day after day, the time for the decisive battle was approaching, and the harassment from the demons became more frequent.The barracks will be dispatched once if there is nothing to do, and it will be very lively.The brave don't have to fight, so they stay under the tree all day.Watching the clouds gather and disperse during the day, and watching the sky full of stars at night, it is a day at a glance.

The mages and archers didn't come to him often anymore, they were so busy running around to support that they didn't really have much time.The assassin still always followed the brave man, silently, going down the mountain to wander around the battlefield from time to time, and then came back covered in blood.

"What do you want to do after this battle?" On the eve of the decisive battle, the brave man leaned on the tree trunk and looked at the distant lights and stars in the sky as usual.He asked this question for a long time, but no one answered.

In fact, he didn't need anyone to answer. It was already a very good thing to have an audience.

So, he continued on his own: "I want to go to other places, places that don't need brave people so much. I also want to have a name, a real name, not something like 'brave' name."

Even though he knew that he would not be around after the decisive battle tomorrow, and that he would have to wait another 400 years if he wanted to walk in the world again, but at that time, he would have forgotten this thought of today.

He raised his hand and rubbed his fingers, as if he could still feel the temperature of the blood remaining on it. "I want to see what makes life unwilling to die." Pairs of dying eyes flashed across his mind, and he saw the obsession inside.

"What does it feel like to cry? What does it feel like to laugh?" He turned his head to look at the tree and said slowly.

Countless crying or smiling faces flashed through his mind, the brave man touched the corners of his eyes, but there was nothing he did.It slid down the cheeks to the corner of the mouth, pulling the corner of the mouth into an arc.Finally, the fingertips fell to the heart, "There is still love and heartache, what kind of feeling are those?"

The assassin lay on the tree with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.It was not until there was no sound for a long time that he suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to look down.Through the branches and leaves, it can be seen that the brave man has fallen asleep leaning against the tree trunk, with a peaceful expression like a child.

There are some things you're better off not thinking about, and better never experiencing.The assassin rolled over and got down from the tree, quietly watching the brave man's sleeping face. He tightened and loosened his hand holding the short knife, and finally put the knife back, and took out a cloak from his bag to cover him.

On the second day, just after dawn, the sound of war drums shook the sky.

The brave man held his knife upside down and stepped onto the battlefield step by step.There are thousands of troops in front of him, and they are the enemy.There are thousands of troops behind him, but they are not necessarily friends.

Without saying a word, with a flash of the knife and a kick, he has pierced into the enemy's formation like lightning.Thousands of arrows were fired behind him, and all kinds of magic were thrown at the demon army without hesitation.

Group after group of flames exploded around him, and the enchanted arrows passed by him countless times and were nailed to the ground or the demons. overwhelming.

A cloud of black mist began to wrap around the brave man from nowhere, like a shadow.Sometimes the black mist bared its fangs and claws like a ferocious beast, and sometimes it turned into a human form, like a brave man with a real shadow.

It kept whispering in the ears of the brave man, whispering constantly.

"Aren't you tired? How long have you lived, and how many times have you died? You can't remember it yourself. Why are you sticking to the promise that you can't remember clearly, and indulged those greedy and disgusting guys? ?”

"Look, as long as you turn the knife in the other direction, it doesn't matter if they guard you, no one can stop you!"

"........."

The brave man just remained silent, waving his knife more and more fiercely, the blood splashed all over his body.Blood flowed down his hair to his face, he raised his head, a drop of blood fell into his dark gray eyes, the dead eyes seemed to be stained with blood because of this drop of blood.Let him look like he hates and strikes furiously, killing a mountain of corpses step by step.

The sound of horseshoes behind him diminished, and the dark army rushed towards him more imposingly than when they were fighting against the demons.

"Isn't it still the same? Awakened, killed, killed again, time and time again, I told you long ago that the world has gone crazy, don't you still want to believe it?"

"Hero, Lord Brave, tell me, who else remembers your real name besides me? Do you remember it yourself?"

The brave man's knife finally stopped. The thousands of troops in front of him have been killed, but what about the thousands of troops behind him?

The voice of the black mist gradually became quieter, it no longer babbled some seductive words, and only sighed softly: "Kill."

A figure appeared behind the brave man in a flash, and the long and narrow dagger in the assassin's hand was already on the brave man's neck, and it only needed to swipe lightly to seal his throat.

The enchanted pendant given by the mage on the brave man flashed, and a magic circle rose out of thin air, imprisoning him in place.The archers bent their bows and set their arrows at the same time, and several arrows pierced through the air, blocking all his possible escape routes.

This is the situation of ten deaths and no life.

The brave man smiled, and that smile was different from every smile he had imitated in private.Although it looked a little stiff, it was a smile from the heart, with a hint of relief.Very light and shallow like the mist on the lake, it will disperse when the wind comes.

To be honest, he wasn't very good looking.Black messy hair, thin lips, soft and childish facial features - although he is a brave man, he is just a teenager in his teens.

Feeling the imminent death, the brave man smiled like a child, an innocent and kind child.Even if the blood on his face is still wet, the blood on the knife is still wet.

He began to desperately recall his past, and the memories of more than ten thousand years surged towards him like a flood that opened the gate.Most of these memories are single, almost only dyed in three colors: black, white, and red.

Among countless youths who would have time to grow up in the future, his first death was the latest. At that time, he seemed to be 22, which was a good age.The memory of that time is far away, but it is almost the only color in his memory of more than ten thousand years.

The laughter from different people, the intimate calls from different people are intertwined into a distant past that can no longer be touched.A gust of wind blew past and brushed his cheeks with warm water vapor, a bit like a hug, cherished and cherished, with emotions he didn't understand.

In the eyes of others, the brave man was completely dirty, his face was blackened by the smoke, and someone's blood was still stained on it, as if he had crawled out of a sea of ​​blood.The black mist condensed into a person standing in front of the brave man, and the black mist tightly entwined the two of them like tarsal maggots.And the brave man raised his head slightly, his eyes reflected the same gray sky, showing ignorance and ignorance, turning a blind eye to everything that happened.

The arrow has arrived, and the dagger has been swung down, but the figure of the brave man shatters like a mirror, leaving all the attacks in the air. "I'm telling you to kill them, not to let them kill you. Is your brain flooded?" Everyone heard an exasperated voice.

"But I feel a little tired. Whether it's killing people or something else, I'm too tired." The figure of the brave man became solid again, and with a slight touch, he shattered the mage's imprisonment. hand body.

The two voices seemed to echo each other, so similar but different.

"Who the hell are you!" The archer helped the assassin up, and the other hand supported the mage who was spitting blood from the mouth and looking gloomy.

The brave man looked at him, and the archer flinched unconsciously in his eyes.He doesn't see himself in the eyes of the brave, and even the whole world is not in his eyes, what is he looking at?

"When I died for the first time, the devil was born. When I stood on the battlefield again and again, the weapon called the brave was born." Before the brave man finished speaking, another voice began to tell: " When he died, I was born, and when he became a weapon, I began to have a soul."

"I am what you call a brave man. I didn't intend to live for such a long time. It's just the greed of the human heart that forces me to return to this place again and again." The brave man let go of the knife in his hand, and a new The knife appeared in his hand, the style was simple, and the blade was so black that it seemed to be able to wipe out the light.The style of the knife is very similar to the one he left behind that is said to be made with reference to the weapons used by the brave in those days. It is a weapon from the soul, which is the best proof of identity.

Black mist rose up, "I am the one you call the Demon King. Although I don't like living very much, I have no intention of dying until you all pay the price."

"I'm not good at explaining, because explanations are usually useless, and the truth cannot be written into everyone's mind through telling. All beliefs must have their roots. For example, if you believe in God, God's words are regarded as oracle by you, and you never Doubt." There was always a faint smile on the corner of the brave man's mouth, but the people below felt a chill down their spines.

"Have doubters been labeled heretics? How many heretics have you executed in these years? For a group of people who have plugged their ears and blindfolded, do I have to forcefully remove their hands? Don't be kidding, you still It's not worth my effort." The Demon King was still yelling wildly, laughing at everyone.

"Now that the end has come, do you really want to know the truth?"

Different from the brave man's indifferent statement, the devil's tone is frivolous, picking on people's pain points. "Stop making trouble. After I tell you, you'll just hold your head and cry, 'No, it's all fake, you lied to me.' Well, that's basically the reaction."

Two voices overlapped, one calm and the other seductive. "You guys think it over. (?)"

"You are bewitching the crowd, talking nonsense." The commander of the army blushed, spat, and raised the sword in his hand to point at the brave man, "Come on, quickly kill the demon king!"

"No one is allowed to do anything!" The assassin stopped the archer and the mage from moving. He took a few steps forward and pulled off his hood, revealing a face that was too young. His complexion was very pale due to long-term exposure to the sun. . "I want to know the truth." He looked at the brave man and repeated it word by word, "I want to know everything."

"Ding" the assassin turned around suddenly and blocked the arrows shot by the archer with a short dagger, and the mage's magic hit his back immediately.The assassin Zai knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the weight of his whole body was supported by two short knives.He looked at the two men with indifferent faces, and at the soldiers who showed fear under the mountain of corpses, but could not wait to rush up to eat their flesh and bones.

He laughed suddenly, "So that's the case." Tears fell down, washing the blood on his face, like two lines of blood tears.He turned around and knelt down in front of the brave man, buried his head deeply in his arms, his shoulders trembling.Don't read it, don't say a word.Guilt, guilt, and deep pain overwhelmed him.

From ancient times to the present, there are always awakened people, and they are constantly wiped out by a large number of ignorant and blind people.

His ancestor was the assassin who was rumored to be killed by the Demon King at the beginning.He doesn't believe in God, and he doesn't have any beliefs. He will join the team of guarding and monitoring the brave, just to see what the weapon that inherits the name of the brave is like.

The ultimate moves of the sorcerer and the archer were only a few feet away from his back, but the brave suddenly pulled him behind him.

"My lord..." The assassin's eye sockets were still wet, and he looked at the brave man's back with red eyes.

"Did I say you're an idiot? As soon as he said you would save someone, what if it was a trick?" The voice belonging to the devil said anxiously: "It's not like you haven't experienced such a thing before. In a hurry to be fooled, have you lived in a dog's belly for more than 1 years?"

"If you want to save him, save him," the brave man replied flatly, "If I don't do anything and he dies, it will be my responsibility."

The author has something to say: Little Theater 2

Soldier: I don't know what the devils are

Brave: I...

Soldier: Shut up!

Holy See: I don't know where this crisis came from

Brave: I...

Holy See: Shut up!

Archer: You know everything and don't tell us anything?

Brave: Don't let me tell, and don't ask me, so blame me?

Many parties reminded that this is a fast-paced article, the author is lazy, and may lose the manuscript library at any time.

I hope readers and friends, take a sip of milk when you pass by, and the daily update is amazing. Well, let’s talk about weekly update.

I have changed more than 3000 words to more than 5000, and I feel that I am also very good, alas, my brain hurts