Alliance: Start Suona, send away the stupid sister Zhou

Chapter 936 Protection
"I want to go too. I want to protect the sea and our home like Lin Feng." Another child responded. His dream was simple and pure.

The adults smiled at each other and exchanged warm glances. On this ordinary night, the legends of a few young people inspired the heroic dreams of countless people, and filled every corner of this continent with infinite yearning for a bright future.

"Hey, do you know what other secrets are in the ruins?" An adventurer in worn leather armor came over. The map in his hand was wrinkled, but he couldn't hide the curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"Secret? I heard there are ancient relics hidden there that can awaken dormant power." In the corner, a middle-aged man who looked like a businessman joined the conversation. He tapped the gold coins on the table gently, as if weighing something.

"Power? Humph, if it can be awakened so easily, then what kind of secret is it?" A burly, bearded warrior snorted disdainfully. His huge battle axe was placed at his feet, attracting the attention of the surrounding customers.

"Speaking of which, what do you think those elemental apostles will do next? After all, they have already changed the world." A female mage with waist-length hair raised the cup in her hand and took a sip gently, her eyes filled with a desire to explore the unknown.

"Change the world? I think they have gotten into bigger trouble. Haven't you heard that the dark forces have begun to stir?" A man in plain clothes, who looked like a troubadour, gently played the lute with his fingers, and his low voice echoed in the tavern.

The discussion in the tavern was getting louder and louder, and everyone was speculating on the next move of the four apostles, or the new round of exploration of the ancient ruins. Amidst the discussions, a gentle voice quietly sounded: "They may be looking for their next mission."

The person who spoke was a young woman. Her eyes were as clear as spring water. She was silently gazing at a corner of the tavern. On the wall there hung a mural depicting the struggle between elements and light. The four apostles of the elements in the painting were brave and determined.

"Mission? What kind of mission?" asked the audience curiously.

The woman smiled slightly and said softly, "The path of light will not end with one victory. Although darkness has retreated, it will never completely disappear. They, as messengers of light, must continue to move forward and find more ways to protect the light, or seal deeper threats of darkness."

"Then what can we do?" A young man stood up, his eyes shining with excitement, as if he was ready to follow in the footsteps of those heroes.

The woman looked at the boy, her eyes full of encouragement: "Everyone has a light in their heart that illuminates their own path. Maybe you can't embark on the hero's journey right away, but you can start from your own world, spread light, and dispel the darkness around you. Who knows, maybe one day, you will become the next legend."

The tavern fell into silence, and people seemed to be thinking about something. At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and a sound of wind chimes rang out. All eyes turned to the door, but this time there was no new news, only the night wind blowing gently, as if whispering.

"Where are they?" Finally, a weak voice broke the silence.

No one can answer this question. But in everyone's heart, there seems to be an answer: no matter where those heroes are, as long as the flame of light still exists, hope will always exist.

"As long as we believe, the battle between light and darkness will never end." The woman finally spoke, her words were like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating everyone's heart.

"Yes," an old man sitting by the window stood up slowly, with his back to the moonlight, his voice low and powerful, "The seeds of light have been planted in every heart that yearns for it. We may not know the road of tomorrow, but we know that as long as we have light in our hearts, there will be a smooth road under our feet."

At this time, outside the tavern, a dark shadow passed over the treetops and quietly landed on the eaves of the tavern. The man was agile, and his eyes flashed with a strange light in the night. He lowered his head and whispered to himself: "It doesn't matter where they are. What matters is that the fire of hope they ignited has spread all over the prairie. The darkness will have nowhere to hide."

Inside the room, the conversation gradually quieted down, and everyone was immersed in their own thoughts. The young woman stood up and walked towards the door, her steps light and determined.

"Where are you going?" The boy hurriedly followed, his eyes full of curiosity and reluctance.

The woman stopped, turned around and smiled at him: "Go find the light in my heart. Everyone has his own battlefield. Remember, not everyone can be a hero standing in the front, but everyone who sticks to his post and contributes his strength to the light is an indispensable part of this long battle."

"I understand," the boy nodded, the flames in his eyes seemed to be fanned by the wind, "I will stay here, protect my family and my hometown, wait for that moment, and contribute to the light in my own way."

The woman patted the boy's shoulder gently, then walked out of the tavern. Outside, the night sky was clear and the stars were shining. She looked up into the distance and silently said in her heart: "No matter what the road ahead is, the light will eventually illuminate every inch of land."

Under the cover of night, different stories quietly unfold in different corners. Every ordinary or extraordinary life is responding to the call of the four heroes in its own way, proving the power of light.

"Where are they?" This question is no longer important, because the answer has spread to every corner of the continent with the night wind - the messenger of light is in everyone's heart, in every righteous choice, and in every unyielding persistence.

In the corner of the tavern, the mural still quietly tells the legend of the hero, but it seems to have a new meaning - not only the four apostles, but also every soul in the world who holds hope and fights against darkness. The story takes root in everyone's heart, waiting for the next chapter to begin.

"Then," an old man sitting at the bar suddenly spoke up, his tone calm and profound, "before the next battle between light and darkness, all we can do is to make ourselves stronger and be ready to face unknown challenges."

Hearing this, everyone nodded, with new determination and courage in their eyes. On such an ordinary yet extraordinary night, the discussion about light, darkness, courage and hope lit a new beacon in everyone's heart.

"Until the light shines in every corner, until the darkness has no place to hide." These words seem to echo in everyone's heart, becoming a silent oath.

The atmosphere in the tavern became more heated because of these words. It seemed that everyone had an inextinguishable flame in their hearts, burning with longing and determination for the future. At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting everyone's conversation. A hurried traveler rushed into the tavern, his face was covered with dust, but his eyes were shining with irrepressible excitement.

"Everyone, there is a piece of news that may interest you!" He announced loudly, and the entire tavern immediately became quiet, with everyone's eyes focused on him.

"Tell me, what's the news?" The tavern owner walked up to him, handed him a glass of water, and motioned him to tell the story slowly. The traveler took the glass of water, drank it all, and then slowly spoke: "It is said that in the far northern ice field, an ancient frozen temple appeared, which contains a divine artifact that can control the power of ice. Even more shocking is that there are rumors that there are unsolved mysteries about the four elemental apostles hidden there!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the tavern suddenly exploded with discussions one after another.

"The Frozen Temple? Isn't that a legendary place? How could it suddenly appear?"

"If there really is a divine weapon that can control ice, wouldn't that be a big deal for us?"

"And there are secrets about the four apostles? I have to see it with my own eyes!"

Amid the noise of the crowd, the young woman stood up with an unusually determined look in her eyes: "I decided to go to the northern ice field to explore the secrets of this temple. Perhaps there will be important clues on how to fight against the dark forces."

The woman's words resonated with many people, and many expressed their willingness to join the journey. A new adventure was about to begin.

"I'll go too! In order to learn more light magic, I must go there and take a look." The long-haired female wizard stood up, and her decision made the magicians around her eager to try.

"I'll go with you. Protecting your companions is a warrior's duty." The burly warrior patted his battle axe and said heroically.

Even the boy who originally planned to protect his hometown hesitated for a moment, and finally decided: "I also want to contribute to the light, maybe there, I can find my mission."

In an atmosphere of support and encouragement, an expedition team composed of various characters quickly gathered and prepared to embark on a journey to the northern ice field. Their decision was not only to explore artifacts and secrets, but also for the belief in their hearts and the desire for light.

Before leaving, the old man walked in front of the team and spoke slowly: "Remember, true power does not only come from the artifact, but more importantly, your inner belief in light and trust in each other. May the light guide your path."

With the old man's blessing, the expedition team stepped out of the tavern and headed for an unknown journey. Their backs stretched out in the morning light, becoming the starting point of a new legend.

"What can we find? Hope, or greater challenges?" The young man looked at the road ahead, feeling both anxious and expectant.

“No matter what, we fought side by side.” The woman turned around and gave the boy a warm smile. “This is our story, written by ourselves.”

The team encountered various tests on the way north, including bad weather, ferocious beasts, and even creatures corroded by darkness. Their journey was full of unknowns and dangers, but every time difficulties came, every member of the team would step forward and solve the problems with their expertise and wisdom. These fragments were passed on by word of mouth among the villages and towns along the way, and people had high hopes for this team, seeing it as a symbol of light and hope.

On a stormy night, the expedition team took refuge in a remote village. The villagers gathered around the campfire, listening to the roaring storm outside, their eyes flashing with awe for the heroes in the distance.

“I heard that they are heading to the Frozen Temple to look for artifacts that can fight against darkness.” An old man whispered, his voice full of respect.

"Those are some brave men," the village blacksmith said. "If we can find that artifact, our lives might be better."

"But I want to know more about the secrets of the four elemental apostles," a child said with wide eyes, full of curiosity, "Are they really as powerful as the murals depict?"

At this moment, the burly warrior of the expedition team came over and joined the villagers. His appearance caused a small commotion, and everyone looked at him with respect.

"We are indeed looking for hope," the soldier stroked the child's head and said firmly, "but more importantly, each of us must become the light of our own lives. Just like what the woman said, the light is in everyone's heart."

His words once again resonated with the villagers, and they began to share their stories of fighting the dark side of life. From small acts of kindness to persistence in the face of despair, each story was like a ray of light, warming the cold night.

"Look," the long-haired female wizard pointed at the occasional starlight in the night sky, "even in the darkest night, there are stars to guide the way. Although we cannot be the sun and the moon alone, everyone can become a star in the night sky."

The conversation deepened until late at night. The next day, when the expedition team set out again, they carried the blessings and expectations of the whole village. Every step seemed more determined, because at this moment, they were no longer fighting just for themselves, but for every soul who believed in the existence of light.

On the way, they met a mysterious wandering bard who told ancient legends with his harp. His melodious voice floated in the wilderness.

"Heroes," the poet said to the expedition team at the campfire, "you are not only seeking treasure or secrets, but also exploring self-knowledge. In the process, you will find that true power comes from an unwavering belief in the light and unconditional trust in your companions."

This conversation touched everyone's heart and made the boy re-examine his original intention. In his heart, the pursuit of light became clearer and deeper.

"So, when we face that unknown challenge," the boy turned to look at the girl, his eyes filled with both anticipation and uneasiness, "will you be afraid?"

The woman smiled without saying anything, but stretched out her hand and held the boy's hand tightly. At that moment, the boy felt an unprecedented power and peace.

(End of this chapter)