Such hard memories are as cold as ice and as heavy as lead. The fragments of the past are like stars embedded in the dark sky, emitting a faint light in a distant place. If every piece of the past is a shining star, then everyone's
Memories are like the vast starry sky. Endless secrets are twinkling in the sky. People will spend their entire lives pursuing them.
"Keshava...teacher."
Jonah saw the face of the seventh-level astrologer again. Green corn fields, blue sky, golden sunshine, red blood. People had dispersed. The only one left near the farmhouse was a woman lying prone on the ground.
Corpse. The eyes of the woman wearing a long cheesecloth dress were no longer bright. Her last action was to stretch out her right hand towards the big tree behind her, as if she wanted to give the baby a final hug before she said goodbye forever.
Keshava strolled to the leafy tree with his hands behind his back. He raised his head and found little Jonah's clear eyes among the green leaves. "Sure enough, I was the only one who noticed you. These idiots... really
Nothing can be done well..." The astrologer mumbled and shook his head. He stood on tiptoes and stretched out his hands: "Let me see...are you the heir to the heretic's blood? What should I do with you?
Young man, let me exchange you for a few glasses of sparkling wine."
Little Jonah, lying in Keshava's big hand, seemed to feel itchy and giggled.
"Interesting. What else can you do?" Keshava looked down at the little life with interest.
Little Jonah held her pacifier in her mouth and her eyes followed a flying bird.
The astrologer turned his head and looked around. He scratched his messy gray beard with his hands. "Want to see a good trick?"
The star array simply carved on the ground with tree branches shone brightly. Little Jonah watched strangely as the milk bottle in his hand gradually floated up. It separated from his white and tender hands and flew into the sky. Then, even he himself slowly rose up.
In the air, the little boy waved his hands and laughed happily.
"What's your name... Oh, Yona." Keshava found the little boy's name on the swaddling clothes. "Jonah. Yona... Yog. Oh, Yona. A simple and difficult name to remember.
Well... since there are no bleeding wounds on your body, then we might as well play a longer game, okay, young man."
The eyes of the seventh-level astrologer hidden in the wrinkles were smiling. But the ignorant child could not discover the fear of losing his mother until a long time later. Now, the anti-gravity star array gave him the best comfort.
"Teacher Keshava..."
Jonah groaned and called out the name of the person he respected the most in his seventeen years of life. In his mind, he clearly still remembered the time when his parents sent him away from home in tears when he was six years old and told him, "You will reap what you sow."
The picture of St. Bollen's proverbs. Are these memories all hallucinations created by a seventh-level astrologer in his mind? What is reality and what is illusion?
Suddenly, there was a severe pain in his head. The pain from reality quickly pulled him up from the abyss of memories. When he opened his eyes, he felt a strong dizziness like weightlessness.
What caught his sight were the deep black eyes of the oriental woman.
"Long Ji..." The astrologer's apprentice struggled to say two words, with joy on his face: "You're okay..."
"Don't move. Your head is injured. Your arm is bleeding a lot. If you move violently, the newly bandaged wound will burst again." Long Ji's fair face had a trace of blood, and her messy black hair stuck to her forehead.
A pair of black eyes looked at him with concern, without blinking. In each eye, as clear and transparent as black crystal, there was a little Yona lying on the green grass with bright sunset and blooming wild flowers, showing a look of relief.
Smile.
"It's okay with me. It's okay." Jonathan calmed down, pushed himself up with difficulty, and touched his head. A bruise appeared on the back of his head. He touched it lightly, and he let out a gasp.
The sound of hooves sounded. The unicorn appeared next to him. He lowered his head and kissed the astrologer apprentice affectionately with his long face. Jonah stretched out his hand to stroke the beast's mane, which was still white after the war. He looked up at Elliot and said, "Are you okay too? .Ellie.That’s great.”
"We are fine, Your Excellency Astrologer." The Rose Knight bowed slightly to greet him. The wound on the Unicorn's flank seemed to be no longer bleeding.
Yona stood up tremblingly with the support of Long Ji. His arm was wrapped in a thick bandage. It must have been an oriental woman who helped him treat the wounds he sustained while fighting the dragon elephant.
The setting sun was crumbling on the edge of the mountains in the west. A fiery red sunset rose from the horizon, reflecting the tired faces of the pitchfork companions. Sibi stood alone, nervously grabbing a handful of petals of wild flowers. Seeing Jonah wake up Come on. Immediately shout with a cry: "Rookie brother, you finally woke up. Let's go find the uncle quickly. He hasn't come out yet."
The last face of Toba suddenly appeared in Jonah's mind. That smile with apologies, concern and determination. He couldn't help but look at the Knight of the Rose for help.
"We are now on the northwest side of Miracle Grassland. It has been twenty-five minutes since the room chief protected us to escape. We have just gathered together. Miss Long Ji arrived here under the escort of His Excellency Hasarqin. She has just woken up. The Word Spirit Warlock has gone to reconnoiter the situation. According to the last news he sent back, Zhawi's army has passed through Shiva's Tears, entered the canyon area, and is heading towards Cherry Crossing at full speed. He sent a message back through the Word Spirit, saying He will sneak attack the commander of the 1st Central Army to slow down the enemy's advance... I hope he can succeed." Rose Knight analyzed the situation with his usual calm tone. But when he mentioned the words Lord Chamberlain, his voice trembled slightly. Shows his mood swings.
"Hurry up." Xibi anxiously pointed to the south, where the smoke was rising and the flames were still burning. Her wheat-colored hair was stained with blood and scattered outside the silver circle. Her scarred fingers were still dripping with blood. .But the little grasshopper seemed unaware of it.
"Where's Jefta? Didn't he escape? ...Jekong. Where's Jekong? Why didn't I see him?" Jonah suddenly noticed that there was no tall and thin silhouette of a southerner beside him.
Rose Knight shook his head silently. "We don't know. Your Excellency Astrologer."
Long Ji put her hand on the astrologer's apprentice's shoulder. "Let's go. The answer is in front of us."
"Hurry up." The little grasshopper turned around and glanced at them with tearful green eyes. She ran forward first. Due to exhaustion and excitement, she stumbled and fell on the grass. Before anyone could help her, she immediately ran forward. Jumped up and limped on.
His feet stepped on the soft grass. There was a strange smell mixed with the smell of earth and blood in his nostrils... Everything is not over yet. Maybe it has just begun. What should be faced will eventually be faced. Yona suddenly felt strange in his heart I have lost my sense of tension. I know that a huge disaster is waiting ahead, but I still have to walk towards my fate step by step. Is this feeling called growth?
We didn't go far before we stepped into another world.
The earth has been scorched. Ashes are floating on the ground like smoke. The charcoal-like corpses that are swaying here and there have long been unclear. There is a dim flash of armor under the scorched dragon corpse. Broken swords, broken armor, and twisted lances are under the feet. There was a clanking sound. The ground was still very hot. Fire magic almost turned the center of Miracle Grassland into a hell of flowing lava.
Long Ji coughed. Yona covered her mouth and nose and patted her back. She realized that the oriental woman's body was actually so delicate. But Xibi seemed unable to see the cruel scene or smell the hot smoke. She stumbled all the way. Run forward.
The corpses gradually became denser. There were burnt blue ribbons fluttering on the deformed black armor. These elites who survived the previous wars could no longer continue their good luck. The glory of survival became the flag flying on their graves. The ground began to appear dark. The soil was muddy and soaked with blood. Every time I pulled out my feet, it was like breaking away from the pull of the undead fingers. The soles of my boots kept running over the stumps of people.
Passing through the middle of the grassland, the front suddenly opened up.
On the horizon shrouded by sunset, a touch of green appeared. Standing in the sunset, it was a lonely tree. The blood under the tree could no longer be absorbed by the soil and flowed into a dark red lake. Therefore, the tree became a symbol of the desolate land. The only green that had not been burned by the war. There was the sound of flapping wings in the air. Hundreds of black and red birds were hovering on the top of the tree, making distant calls.
Jonah remembered that Elliot once said that these black-headed and red-feathered creatures are called death marrow. They feed on the eyes and brains of corpses, but they can bring the souls of the dead back to heaven.
The setting sun passed through the leaves, mottled under the tree. There was a figure sitting calmly against the tree. Sitting in the shadow of the tree, in the sunset, with his head slightly raised, as if he had completed a day's work in the beautiful evening. He leaned against the tree and A leisurely nap.
Pitchfork's friends slowly walked towards the tree.
A dead marrow flapped its wings and glided down. It circled the tree three times. With a flash of red feathers, it pierced through the leaves. What grew on the trunk were not only leaves, but also densely packed spears. Each spear was nailed deeply into the tree. The tree is covered with steel branches.
The Pitchforks slowly approached the tree.
The tree is still green, but the surrounding soil is rolled and scorched, like a field that has just been plowed. The person under the tree is silent, with his hands hanging by his side, one leg bent, and the other straight. Perhaps he is fast asleep.
Pitchfork's friends slowly walked up to him.
An unusually long silver lance pierced the trunk of the tree diagonally, firmly connecting the person taking a nap to the tree body and the earth. Most of the ten-yard spear was pierced into the ground. The barrel of the gun, engraved with gorgeous reliefs, reflected the sunset. It lit up with a floating light. Not a drop of blood was stained on it.
"Uncle."
Xibi called softly and gently, fearing to wake up a sleeping person.
The uncle's warm smile is no longer there.
The right half of his body had been burned into charcoal. Several spears were deeply embedded in the muscles. And the fatal blow came from Isaacchios' ten-yard silver spear. His clenched fist must still be longing for the final blow. But the ruthless metal locked him to the earth, binding all the strength of the fighter. There seemed to be a specious smile on the face that lost his eyes. But the smile was cold and sarcastic, as if he was mocking someone. The left half of his body was covered with wounds that were deep enough to show the bones. The wounds where the flesh was rolled were all grey-white. Every last drop of his blood had been drained, leaving only this silent majestic body.
Jonado hoped that he would open his eyes as usual, touch the back of his head, and greet them shyly and happily, just like he stood up again after suffering countless injuries in countless battles. But today, he seemed to I decided to take a rest.
...Toba is dead.
The head of the house, who had squinted his bright eyes and laughed candidly half a day ago, burned out all the light and heat on the battlefield, leaving only pale ashes.
He was in a trance. Everything around Yona seemed unreal. Blood spurted out. His father stared at the abdominal wound in shock. He fell to the ground. His mother stretched out her right hand to herself. Jeffta's eyes were burning with crazy flames. Gorgeous. Moon Halo Mandala. Teacher Keshava... Teacher Keshava’s voice is no longer real.
"Uncle."
The little grasshopper called out in confusion.
The difficult unicorn stopped far away. Long Ji turned around, leaving her lonely back to the sunset. Yona stood there in a daze, watching Xibi walk towards the cold body step by step, getting closer to the tree. The big tree covered with steel thorns. Her steps became faster and faster.
"Uncle, it's great that you are here..."
The little grasshopper walked under the tree with his hands behind his back. He showed a playful smile. He leaned down and put his little face against the smile that had lost its pupils. His arms climbed up Toba's neck. Her apple was covered with blood stains that belonged to someone unknown. With such a round face, Xibi was unconscious. She coquettishly said to her uncle: "Uncle, why did you fall asleep sitting here? It must be cold. Your body is so cold. Be careful of catching a cold. I will lend you my clothes and put them on. Well. Just borrow it for a while. But, you have to promise not to leave me alone again in the future. Okay."
In the sunset, Xibi smiled brightly and jumped up briskly. She took off her light green hunting suit, revealing her tight black underwear and the slim figure of a girl. She carefully wrapped the clothes around her uncle's broad shoulders and used her sleeves to wrap them around them. Tie a knot at the back of your neck. Take two steps back and look at it. He smiles and says, "Uncle, look how it fits. It feels much warmer now."
The uncle still raised his head slightly and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was really feeling this little warmth.
"Little grasshopper..." Jonah gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand from a distance, and called his partner's name.
Xibi stretched out his hand and put it on Toba's forehead to test the temperature: "Yeah. It's much warmer. Uncle. Don't forget that your main function is to help me keep warm...just like when you just picked me up from the river. It's just like coming back..." She sat down closely next to the head of the room. She pressed close to the scarred and cold body. She stretched out her little hand and struggled to lift his thick left arm, covering her body. She leaned on the broad arm. In the bend, the little grasshopper closed his eyes with contentment. The messy sunset between the veins of the leaves was as quiet as a dream. The blood-colored earth was silent. Only the gentle wind blowing from the distance disturbed the pair who were closely attached to each other.
Long Ji walked over quietly and put her hand on Jonah's shoulder. The astrologer's apprentice turned back. His vision was blurred by tears and he could not clearly see the expression on the oriental woman's face.
"Give them some time." Long Ji said softly. "Give us some time too."
"Yes." Jonah nodded. Tears flowed into the corner of his mouth. Salty tears had the same taste as the meat porridge that Toba specially cooked for him.
The friends of Pitchfork stood side by side in the sunset, watching the mountains engulf the setting sun bit by bit. The wind blew the conversation between Sibi and Toba intermittently.
"Uncle, the fight just now was really enjoyable. How long has it been since we had such a good fight?"
"... Hehehe. Do you still remember that VH-level mission? You didn't let me go, so I followed you secretly. In order to cover you, I shot one of the opponent's team members to death with one arrow. It hurt our entire team. I was chased and killed. I couldn't return to the house for three whole days. At that time, I was not familiar with the additional terms of Cherry Crossing. I got annoyed when Eli talked..."
"By the way, uncle. When are you going to make three-worm dishes for me again? Your cooking is the best. It can't even compare to dad's beef risotto."
"Does it hurt here? Let me rub it for you. Be good."
"By the way, uncle, let me tell you a secret. You are not allowed to tell others. The new guy in our house. The rookie who doesn't know anything. I think he looks like my dad. No, no, not the damn one now. Mr. W is the father who was very good to my mother and me. Why. I don’t know why. This rookie is weak and timid. He doesn’t look like him and his temperament is far different. What exactly is it about me that he looks like? I can’t explain it clearly... If I don’t say it, I know you will laugh at me... In short, I am quite willing to be with him... Although he is very weak, sitting next to him makes me feel at ease inexplicably. "
"Uncle..."
Yona bent down and grabbed a handful of soil. The soil was moist and warm with blood. So many corpses. Just a few people caused so many casualties to Zhawi's ace troops. In any case, this was a brilliant victory. But no matter how glorious it is, God can't let go of his fingers and let these living lives go.
And dear room manager.
Sibi fell asleep in Toba's arms. The last ray of sunlight reflected their cuddled faces into the same warm color.
Long Ji hummed an unknown tune. The tune was distant and desolate.
Elliot looked into the distance and said softly in a voice as if he was afraid of disturbing others: "If you drink enough of this blood, what kind of grassland will this be next year."
Jonah nodded and saw the dead marrow chirping and flying away towards the sunset.