Demon Lord Priest II

Chapter 297 Goodbye, Little Bear

Finally, on the night before the festival, the tribesmen gathered around Shenmeng Shrine can already be described as a sea of ​​people. Viewed from the hill of the shrine, all kinds of tents and tree houses have expanded the original town down a dozen times.

Even at night, a large number of lighting spar and divine arts are running, illuminating the entire festival venue as if it were daytime. Many people waiting for the start of the festival could not sleep through the night, so they simply got up and went to the night market.

"It's finally here." Ulysses stood on the top of the highest hill behind Shenmeng Shrine, looking at the lights of thousands of homes at the foot of the mountain.

In order to maintain the order of the festival and protect the children of the gods, he and Sister Mila and the others have been running around together in the past few days, solving many incidents, and finally the preparations for the festival have been completed perfectly.

I don’t know if I don’t do it. It turns out that holding a large-scale festival requires so many materials and money, as well as countless manpower. If it weren't for the absolute authority of Mayfair's identity as the seventh **** witch, and the assistance of the goblins, it would be absolutely impossible to organize such a large-scale festival with more than one million people in such a short period of time.

For Ulysses, this is the first time he has participated in such a large-scale event, and he has personally experienced how important cooperation and trust between people are. In many cases, the problem is actually not difficult, the only thing that needs to be overcome is mutual understanding and recognition.

"It's hard work." A glass of orange juice was carried by a yo-yo and moved smoothly in front of Ulysses, exuding a tempting fragrance.

"It really helped us a lot, and sure enough, some things are more suitable for men to do." Bridit sat down beside Ulysses casually, and watched the brightly lit town at the foot of the mountain with him.

"The goddess sister here will be very happy to see this scene. The donations received by the shrine these days are hundreds of times more than before. It's a pity that she is still in confinement, so she can't see this gorgeous scene."

"Ah, what a pity." Ulysses felt deeply regretful when he thought of the goddess who stole and sold the secret treasures of the Southern Church. Speaking of which, he had to thank her, without her he was determined not to get the first bluestone.

"Seeing so many people reminds me of the place where we first met. Ulysses, do you remember the festival at that time?"

"certainly."

How could Ulysses forget that glorious festival, everyone happily doing what they liked together, Mina who dominated the food competition, Rasputin who participated in the speech, himself who ran with various opponents, and finally. The Warriors' Conference.

Reunited with Lasha, the decisive battle with Lala, the choice of fate and life.

Even if he does it again, his choice will not change. In order to save Rasha, he has the courage to face everything, even if the result is death.

I remember at the very end, he saw the angel, the white angel walking down from the sky, the little pink angel who risked his life to take him away, because of them, he was able to get a new life.

That festival changed a lot of things and left countless eternal memories.

Whether happy or sad, those are his precious memories.

The encounter with Britt was also part of those precious memories.

A cheerful and lively girl, always accompanied by a puppet bear who is a little ruffian but not bad in nature, as small and cute as a goblin who came out of the southern forest.

It's a pity that in the battle with the dark **** not long ago, the old-fashioned puppet bear has left the two forever and went back to where it should go.

"The little bear was still there at that time, and he said that you might be a bad person, so I was very careful." Bridit's eyes were a little sad, obviously thinking of the little bear who died in the battle not long ago, just like Ulysses.

"The bear has been my best friend since I was very young. He is so friendly, but everyone is afraid of him. Although everyone tells me that the bear is the patron saint of the tribe, the ancestor The precious property left behind, but everyone always doesn't talk to the bear, and only gives him a lot of sacrifices that he doesn't need. The bear can't eat, and he can't eat those things."

"I was the only one who could chat with the little bear. At that time, everyone in the tribe said that I shouldn't go to the little bear to play with it. The little bear is a very, very great patron saint. But in fact, the little bear has always been very lonely, and it doesn't like being taken by others. God see."

"Xiao Xiong always tells me not to do things that I don't like, life is only so short, and it's too late to regret that I always don't have time to do what I really want to do after I die."

"Whether it's in love or fighting, it must be resolved quickly and beautifully. This is an excellent **** witch."

"If you die, some things will never be done."

Bridget's shoulders were trembling, her hands wrapped around her knees at some point, preventing Ulysses from seeing her eyes.

"Finally, on the last day, Little Bear happily told me that you must not be a boy..."

Finally, Bridt couldn't bear it any longer. In the past few days, she had been using a lot of preparations for the festival to force herself to forget the fact that the bear had died in battle. But when the festival was ready and she and Ulysses were alone, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out.

"Woooooooooooo!" sobbed Bridget, a belated tear, a tear shed for the always wicked laughing little bear.

Actually ~www.readwn.com~ she knew that the little bear had already died, a long, long time ago. Like those dark gods, he is also the product of the failure of the great reincarnation. It's just that he didn't choose to take the body of the Son of God, but returned to the tribe that gave birth to him and became the patron saint of the tribe.

For this reason, he was willing to accept the multiple seals imposed on it by the Southern Church, and lost most of the power he was proud of in the past. But even so, his power continues to weaken with the passage of time, and one day it will disappear.

But he never cared about that kind of thing. Even if he had already died, even with that ridiculous doll body, he had always been guarding the tribal tribe and protecting the tribe people from generation to generation with his own power.

He must have worked very hard, and he must have paid an unimaginable price. As a former hero of the southern land, he may also have had a glorious past. But in the end, he really let go of all that and guarded the tribesmen from generation to generation in the form of a puppet.

Now, he can finally rest in peace.

Thanks, Bear.

Goodbye, bear.