The demon's already withered flesh and blood eventually turned into ashes like those 'Tribulation Walkers'. Only a huge skeleton was left in place, as well as a small purple stone piece in front of the skeleton's chest.
A pair of hands pulled it out, looked through it, and then clipped it into the book.
The fine rain in the sky had stopped once, but it gradually fell again after the demon's death. And the natural sunlight did not recede, and gradually dispersed the surrounding mists, began to spread outwardly spread up.
Those who have been covered by the sun and rain, the land, gradually began to have seeds sprouted buds, blooming a pistil. Even the dirty and stinking mud and sewage, there are yellow flowers and blue fairy grass bloom out.
They absorbed all the filth in the soil and threw the blooming seeds in the sky. And between the fluttering of rainbows and herbs, the air became more and more refreshing.
In the vicinity of those rotting corpses, there are also stamens and vines blooming out, whether sleeping, or waking up, there are that white lilies and yellow chrysanthemums slowly appear around them. Until they sleep again, the other side of the flower blooms in front of them, the sleepless, but also completely at peace.
George and the nineteen knights accompanying him, as well as the wizard all the way through. Whenever they saw a beautiful, or déjà vu landscape, someone would turn back and say something to the horse, the companions on their backs, about what they had seen.
"Now it's seven or eight years, Graves, you didn't think those pear trees on the hillside in front of your house, would still be in bloom, did you? And it's in this autumn..." Martin wiped his tears and said to his companion on the horse. But there was no response.
Retracted the gaze to the dilapidated village, Martin wearily stretched out his arm, will soon fall down the companion re-hold. Looked to the side of Jack.
Jack pursed his lips, clutching a jar in his arms without saying anything, and continued to count the steps of his feet.
Looking at him that dull look, his own just to fall again in the eyes, can not help but how can not squeeze out. It makes it hard to bear.
"I said you stop counting! Should let Aoshi come!"
"But my lord asked me to come, and I've already counted two thousand steps."
"So let him count after you, you have big steps and he has small steps. Once you two are combined, it is exactly the number of people who are still alive, in the south of the valley."
Everyone believes that although the number of lords combined is only 10,000, but the survivors who are still alive here will never be the only ones, and among these people, there may be their childhood playmates, lost relatives.
Every additional step is one more person.
Not one more step, in this mountain forest, it is more likely that there are people they know.
And each additional person, Graves and others, will be able to rest in peace without regret.
Martin knows that this idea is a bit superstitious, many of the same counting steps, the same - because how far the sun spread in fact already predetermined. But they could not help but still do so.
Not long after, the golden wheat fields gradually appeared ahead, as if the fire was extinguished in this neighborhood.
And when the line of people over the hill in front of them, followed by the lord slowly stood on top of the hill, can not help but look at the sky in a wooden way, forget everything.
The distant mists are like a cliff wall connected to the sky, erected in front of the eyes. That heavy and vast aura, as if the end of the day, the gray monstrous tsunami, the sun and the earth cut into two halves, divided on both sides.
The sun has gradually to fall into the ten-thousand-foot high cliff after the shadow spread in all directions, pulling the earth into the dusk in advance.
And with that shadow overhead, people's hearts, with that sky darker and darker...
"There seems to be someone over there."
I don't know who said such a sentence, and then, with the direction of his finger, the crowd turned back and looked to the other side.
There was a group of people there, with banners in hand, running in the direction of the manor. And in that more distant direction, there are many more tiny figures, in the midst of cheering gradually gathered over there.
When the crowd slowly turned around, they heard the noise there, and when Alexander excitedly tore off his cloak, hanging on the halberd and shaking it, the excited crowd there also noticed this head.
Indeed, they should indeed be so excited, for they had never seen such a long distance.
As for the sun setting now, it does not matter, because for thousands of years that sun is so.
Tomorrow the sun will rise as usual, and the sun will still fall on the land. Although only half a day, but one day, it will replace the fog, enveloping the land.
Thinking of this, everyone could not help but look at their lord.
And George is rubbing his chin, looking at the distant galloping lords, slightly raised eyebrows ...
Compared to George and others, the various lords are also quite damaged. Although these people are extremely good at escaping... In fact, at the moment when the fire of hope started, everyone's injuries were purified. So not many people were actually gnawed to death directly by the monster, and those who had direct contact with the blasphemer were the only ones at the front.
But many of them were in that fog to go apart, and after that, they did not know where they were.
But now coming this way, there are more than a thousand people...
...
"Lord Garvey, as the leader of the rear while I was fighting with the knights in the front, you did not disappoint me."
The 'Great Lord of Dawn' slowly crossed his steps amidst (or surrounded by) the crowd of people, he looked down the hill at the crowd of people who had escaped the fire and monster chase, and amidst their confused gazes of grief, anger, excitement, confusion, fear, etc., turned his head, looked at the demon skull held aloft by Alexander (his banging heart could not help but be soothed a bit), and looked at a few other lords with different expressions.
"The same goes for you all!"
George said: "Indeed, as Baron Garvey said, while my knights are fighting in the front, you do not need me to worry about!"
After these words fell to the ground, the crowd of pairs of eyes could not help but suddenly strange, and in the weng a ringing in the ears, Baron Garvey dumbfounded.
He looked at those lords who looked over one by one, suddenly dumbfounded, suddenly found that he seemed to have inadvertently, dug out a big hole to.
He suddenly understood what his 'leader' was going to say next, but the man had already turned his words around and didn't give the others a chance to do more thinking.
"The fire that the demon ignited came out of nowhere, just like the disaster that didn't know when it would come out of nowhere!"
"Looking at the smoke sweeping the fire rolled, I and the knights could only sacrifice themselves to rush to the source of the disaster, but in the bottom of my heart, I was worried about you all the time."
"But I was wrong." Here, George suddenly pursed up his lips, looking at the astonished faces, aggravated his tone: "Because you do not need anyone to worry at all, as the lords have said, you are a warrior!!!"
"Perhaps this is the will of the God of Asylum! He has tested each and every one of us!"
"In this calamity of the ages, in the face of the doom that will come at any time and any place, one person and a group of people alone can do nothing at all!
"The only way to overcome everything is for every brave person to step forward and turn themselves into heroes!"
Someone suddenly took a deep breath backwards.
Indeed! From the very beginning, this man had said that it was necessary to rely on each person himself in this operation.
And he also said that harvesting wild wheat was a very risky thing to do. He even advised those who were adventurous.
The secrets that Gavi passed out, the truest part of them, were known only to a few lords. And what they said to inspire their soldiers was divine.
But that myth is no more divine than the light that dispels the fog and comes down from the sky. It is not as good as the earth blooming with flowers and the immortals who suddenly fall to the ground and rest in peace.
And what the lords know of the Knights Templar, there has never been only one person who said.
As for whether this person intended to spread, it is no longer known.
Perhaps from the very beginning, this man was as he said, all people are left to themselves.
And as he said, this is a test.
Just in the interest of someone who is privy to add to it...
But no matter how things are, these suddenly feel some sweat 'warriors', at this moment can not help but look at the sunlight on the day, look at the distant ten thousand feet high fog. Thinking up, if there is no brave person in this world will turn themselves into heroes, whether there can be someone alone against all this.
"Today, we passed this test of God." The Great Lord of Dawn shamelessly characterized this disaster as a natural disaster, but who can know the real truth of that? But in any case, those pairs of heroes who looked at this hero who only led people into the fire and into the calamity could not go on thinking with the most vicious thoughts about these people who gave themselves up for others.
And under the sun shining on them, every one of them did not say a word and listened quietly.
"On this day, too, many heroes have died!"
"But it is because of their dedication that our future generations can continue to reproduce."
"It is because of their sacrifice that our descendants can continue to reproduce." "It is because of their sacrifice that this corrupted land, amidst their blood, has been purified and has regained its light!"
Indeed, not only the people standing on high in front of them, the great lord was telling them that in the midst of this victory, the name of hero belongs to everyone - no matter what they thought when they first came here, but whether a person is a hero or not, only asks the result, not the reason.
"The fire took away a lot of grain, but next year's harvest will be better. And to the east and south, there are countless fertile fields waiting for you to harvest and pick."
"This time there will be no more monsters attacking you all around. Next year, we won't have to wait for the fields to produce wild wheat on their own."
"Because we can go and grow our own food from today on!"
Death is always sad, and that's what makes what was fought for all the more valuable.
After hearing these words, these people who were struggling in the midst of the disaster could not help but lose their voices and cry out.
They do not need to gnaw on the dirt, grass and bark that can not be swallowed. And no longer have to watch their family members, slowly die in the arms.
Once there was nothing they could do, but today there was someone to lead them, to tear apart those darknesses and fogs overhead!
"Fellow countrymen!" The lord suddenly hissed and roared out, suppressing the painful cries of those who had lost their voices, suppressing the cries of those who were filled with tears.
"The disaster is not yet over, everything is not yet past."
So said the great lord, and the crowd gradually quieted down.
"But this sunlight is the first miracle that appeared in this world after the coming of the mists!"
"This miracle comes from the hands of each of you, with the dedication and contribution of each of you."
"Although it will only have one day. But yet it is only the beginning!"
Indeed, as he said, this sunlight that penetrates the fog has each and every one of them involved.
And as long as each one of them moves their hands and gathers the courage to stand up. This sunshine, even if it is only for one day, must be just the beginning.
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