Doomsday Totem

Chapter 114 Inheritance
The next morning, the sky was blue.

In the open space in front of the castle, aircraft soared into the sky and flew towards the far east facing the rising sun.Zi Yanqing left with Bi Qingluan's body, and Tie Slag stood at the highest point of the castle, watching them leave.Before leaving, Zi Yanqing introduced the arranged driver to Tie Slag.The driver is a middle-aged uncle, reticent, honest and serious.After listening to Zi Yanqing's instructions, he immediately made a solemn statement to Tie Slag: "The world is far and wide, mountains of swords and seas of fire, let's go together with you."

After bidding farewell to Zi Yanqing, Tie Slag came to the kitchen, ready to have breakfast.At this moment, Kezan didn't stay in the kitchen like usual, and he didn't know where he went.There was hot food on the long table, and a note was pressed under the cutlery.While eating, Tie Slag opened the note to read.There is only a simple sentence on it: "My friend, I am waiting for your arrival before the holy fire."

After eating, Iron Slag immediately got up and went to the ruins of the temple.

Holding a candle, he walked in the dark Hall of Valor.In the faint candlelight, the figures of the heroic spirits were faintly visible.It has been more than two years since he came here. He has grown from a teenager to a young man, and all his youthfulness has faded away.The originally ignorant world gradually became clear.Thinking back to when he arrived at the beginning of the year, he couldn't help laughing at himself.At that time, I didn't understand anything, lacked knowledge of the world, and judged problems only based on my own preferences.To put it bluntly, he is just a stunned young man.

In the past two years, Kezan taught him a lot, the skills of fighting, ancient traditions, the laws of the world, and the divisions of forces.Everything, everything that could be taught to him, was taught.However, they were about to part, just as the old man said, there is no feast that never ends, and best friends will part ways eventually.

It's just this farewell, I don't know when we will meet again...

Looking at the familiar passage, a trace of reluctance arose in my heart.He has gradually become familiar with this place. Every evening, Kezan will take him to walk here while chatting, to have a look at the brilliant fire...

Between thoughts, the melodious sound of the piano came from far to near, echoing in this far-reaching passage.Looking up, a faint fire appeared in front of him.It was the end of the passage, he took a deep breath, and hurried over.

Walking out of the Hall of Valor, I saw Kezan standing in front of the altar in military uniform with a sharp sword on his waist, holding a silver harmonica in both hands, playing the ancient movement with all his concentration.The sound of the piano is thick and clear, deep and long, sometimes sad, as if whispering, telling the vastness of the years, and sometimes invigorating, as if the horn is blowing, the drums are beating, and the sky-shattering roar.

This is the legendary battle song that has sunk in the long river of history.

Tie Slag quietly walked to the old man's side, watching the dancing flames above the altar.

At the end of the song, the old man put down his harmonica, turned to look at Tie Slag and said, "Son, you will leave here, spread your wings and fly high, and become a falcon soaring into the sky."

"perhaps……"

"It's hard for us to see each other again in this life."

"Today, I will teach you one last tradition, please listen carefully."

After finishing speaking, the old man faced the dancing flames and read in a low voice.

Winter is coming, and eternal night is coming.

On the eve of darkness, I will put on the battle armor of my father's generation, and watch the glorious fire from now on until I die.

I will listen to the teachings of my ancestors, abide by the ancient precepts, and remember the glory of the past.

I will not fight for honor or disgrace, nor seek power and position.

My long sword will not be sheathed for fame and fortune, my strong shield will not be raised to kind people, my eyes will not stop for money and beauty, and my blood will not boil for worldly love and hatred .

I am the silent pillar, the guardian of the altar.

I am the bell that heralds the dawn, the feathers of flames, the claws of darkness, the last line of defense of the temple.

I swear I will stick to this place, day and night, year after month, all my life.

"Iron Slag Norses, please remember this oath."

"When you really understand this world, experience the love and hatred in the world, and see the prosperity and prosperity."

"If at that moment, you still want to be a holy wolf guardian, then please make an oath in your heart."

"Wherever you are, we will hear your oath."

"I will remember it, and I will never forget it in this life." Tie Slag turned to Kezan and solemnly promised.

"Okay!" Kezan nodded, pressed Tie Slag's shoulder again, stared at him for a while, and said, "Son, you have grown taller and stronger."

Tie Slag scratched his hair, and said sincerely, "Thank you for taking care of me over the past two years." After speaking, he took a step back and bowed deeply to the old man.

Kezan helped him up, opened his arms, hugged him tightly, then walked to the other side of the altar, and said: "My child, only when the glorious sacred flame rekindles the earth, the fate of the insectoid will change. If If you have a chance, please go to the cemetery of the Forsaken and see the people who live there."

Iron Slag nodded solemnly.

"Son, you have to live a good life and take care of yourself..."

"First learn the skills well, then make more friends, and wait until you really understand the world before you think about more far-reaching issues."

"Although we shoulder the mission and inherit the behest of our fathers, this cannot be accomplished overnight."

"You must be patient. We have been waiting for 200 years. We don't care about this moment, even if we wait another 200 years! Even 2000 years! We don't care!"

"We just need to keep the faith in our hearts, never forget it, and then pass it on from generation to generation."

"Until one day, God gave us the dawn of victory!"

"At that moment, all the fire seeds will gather under the call of Thunder Hammer to create a new era!"

"My child, please bear in mind that as long as our obsession persists, the glory will last forever!"

"Son, don't ever forget that this is your home!"

"Son, I'm old, time is running out..."

"Thank you for being with me for two years and making these last days full of hope and joy."

"Please accept the gift from our ancestors! Our worm's life!" Before he finished speaking, Kezan suddenly pulled out the sharp sword from his waist!

Iron Slag's eyes widened in astonishment, and he rushed towards Kezan!
However, he wanted to stop it, but it was in vain...

Kezan Blood Wolf's sharp sword has pierced his heart!
In an instant, fiery blood sprayed out!

"No!" He roared heart-piercingly, and rushed forward to clutch the old man's chest tightly.But no matter what he did, blood still overflowed between his fingers, staining the old military uniform red...

Feeling the gradually icy body, tears poured out uncontrollably.A man doesn't flick his tears easily, but he doesn't reach the sad point.In his life, even if his bones were broken, he never shed a single tear.

"Son, please don't be sad, this is the way we worms pass on." The old man raised his hand with difficulty, stroked his head, and comforted him in a low voice, "My teacher also did the same..." After a while, the old man took out a letter from his pocket with trembling hands, put it in his palm, then held it firmly, and said, "Son, live well..."

Iron Slag nodded vigorously.

As he was dying, the old man stared at the flickering flame and whispered, "My friends, Kezan is here..."

The sound became smaller and smaller, and finally everything returned to calm.

Iron Slag choked with sobs and stretched out his hand, pressing on Kezan's blood-stained chest.A few seconds later, countless bright red, root-like tiny blood vessels drilled out of the skin, and penetrated into Kezan's flesh and blood like living creatures, looking for, identifying, and copying...

His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his entire lips were pale.Cold sweat kept dripping down, his body swayed, as if he was so weak that he would collapse at any moment.

In the dark, he felt that countless shackles were being broken and reorganized...

After a while, he got a new ability, the legend of the worm-turner - the life of the worm!

This is the greatest inheritance in the world, and it is also the most profound entrustment in the world.

This is the glorious faith, achieve the future with sacrifice, carry the past with faith, and exchange life for hope!

After finishing all this, Tie Slag picked up Kezan's tall body and walked step by step towards the Hall of Valor...

(End of this chapter)