The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe that there are such people in this world.

He felt dazzling, developed admiration for that nobility, and agreed with the other party from the bottom of his heart.

This may also be due to the influence of the history of his hometown. He has an instinctive yearning for such a person.

The past is always connected to the future.

He started researching spells in a nearby town, and during this time they also became acquainted.

"You are really a strange guy. When ordinary people hear what I want to do, they will think that I am a lunatic and hide away. Jie Jie, maybe you are also a lunatic, just kidding."

And one day, when he was making the flame pot, Palotas suddenly spoke.

"Sang, do you want to learn spells with me?"

"what?"

"For the darkness that your undead team is fighting against, the role of flame is huge. It was also reflected in the human pus before. Instead of looking for flame gems, how about learning the spell of flame directly from me?"

Indeed, the lethality of flames to the abyss is enormous.

"But aren't conjurers very strict about this?"

The fire of conjuration is part of one's soul, and the inheritance of fire also means the division of life, and it should be the same. The relationship between master and apprentice between conjurers is also the best.

"Jie Jie Jie, what are you talking about, we have known each other for so long."

So there is no mother-in-law.

"Well, thank you."

So, he learned the spell.

With more time for communication and learning, the time spent together is gradually extended. For him, this strange arakkoa in front of him is already a rare good teacher and helpful friend. He is one of the few that he can find in this dark world, and he is worthy of respect and help. people.

In addition, he regained the enthusiasm and hope of his youth when he was already a little numb.

So one day.

Looking at him studying the flames, San asked.

"Palotas, have you ever thought that your ideal is really difficult, no matter where you fall, it is not surprising, if you fall in the middle, no one will remember you, let alone Don’t talk about the group of people in your hometown, they will never remember that there was a crow who made a long journey to isolate the cold of the hometown, and in the end, you will not even leave your name.”

Perhaps because of getting along with some bastard exile, his mind was somewhat infected with a sense of nothingness.

The history of fire is so empty and spaced out that even the fate of killing gods did not leave any traces, and too many names and heroes were buried in the dust of time.

But what answered him was still that strange-sounding laughter.

"Jie Jie Jie, hum, if I fail and fall to rot in some corner where no one can find it, and my heart and ideals all turn into nothingness, then please remember me, as long as you still remember me, I will exist forever."

Not afraid of failure, all remorse and despair, when he left his hometown, he had already discarded them all.

Such is the inheritance of conjurers, even if one flame has been extinguished, another fire will continue to burn.

At that time, San shook his head.

"Don't entrust it to me, I will die too, and the human lifespan is definitely not as long as the arakkoa, maybe you can still see my grave in the future."

The undead team is the predetermined salary king.

"Hmph, that's too uncomfortable. So Sang, you have to live longer, at least when I come back, don't turn into something I can't see."

At that point, he was ready to continue traveling.

Going to Adelrond, the capital of the kingdom of the gods, to find the ideal answer is also a dangerous journey.

But he smiled and walked out without hesitation.

"Even if this world is so dark, I hope there will be a place that is warm enough, without humidity, without cold, where people don't have to fear life or death, without so many tears and heartbreak."

"I hope that the children of the future will be born in a more hopeful world."

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"Has there ever been such a person? Then, did he do it?"

Diaros asked.

And raised his head to drink the last glass of wine, looking at his own reflection on the glass, his red pupils were completely calm.

"I'll always remember him."

"........."

The answer is already obvious.

The ideal is indeed something that is difficult to achieve.

Beside, Markowitz has buried his head drunk.

So in the end, only Diaros toasted to Sang, who didn't seem to be drunk at all.

"...Cheers, I wish you the best of luck in tomorrow's game."

"Ah."

They were not informed of the specific ending, and there was no need for that.

Regardless, his life had meaning, he had existed.

Because I am still here.

"Goodbye."

Sang paid and turned to leave.

Diaros turned his head to look at the back.

From the light to the darkness, the figure did not hesitate, it was still straight, and the footsteps did not stop even for a moment.

It's like a figure still chasing after the past.

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Chapter 31: Capture the Flag Begins

Sang closed his eyes for about three hours on the back of the rooftop of a random high-rise building, until the fish-belly white of the sky changed the world into dark blue, and the dazzling light divided the world like a knife blade, then Sang opened his eyes.

The game is about to start.

He stood up and silently watched the rising sun in the sky.

Then he turned his head to avoid the flashing blade.

"Is something wrong?"

San looked at Laplande with a happy expression and spoke.

With the knife back, Laplande, who failed to attack, shrugged sheepishly.

"It's a pity. Speaking of employers, you are really calm."

She searched the city for several hours, and finally found him with great difficulty by relying on the amazing sense of smell of canines.

"It's nothing, just warming up for you before the game starts. After all, you, the employer, are going to do something crazy that even I dare not think about."

"It doesn't count."

"Really? If this is considered a trivial matter, then your employer's past may be much scarier than mine."

"so what……"

The strangely shaped double knives were unsheathed, and a crazy smile appeared on Laplande's face.

"This is a rare opportunity, let me see how terrifying you are!"

Chop as soon as you say it, the brain circuit of the lunatic is extraordinary.

The wolf turned into a pale afterimage and flew out, the two sword blades swung with all its strength bit towards Sang's neck like fangs, the purple wolf soul was attached to the blades, and the ear-piercing knives were mixed with countless deaths from the knives of the dead.

Group@谈{：$-wife=&五%刻>&一*三-三～给#二%/流Facing the real killing intent, Sang calmly glanced at her, but did not dodge at all.

The blade cut through the body like hot butter, and Laplande, who had killed countless people, could feel the real touch, but she didn't believe that feeling at all.

The right hand swung the knife and immediately slashed backwards, but was held down by the wrist before that.

"Excellent fighting qualities and reflexes, as well as more important thinking and brains, not many people can detect the illusion manipulation in the first place."

"But still slow."

The palm that exploded out instantly pressed the white wolf's delicate face, and with a quick sweep, the stable center of gravity was also destroyed, and she was directly pressed to the ground by Sang who changed hands and exerted force again after flying into the air.

The brain was shocked and confused, but even so, she tried to swing the knife, but she was also predicted before, and her knee was pressed against her elbow.

End.

"……I lost."

Unable to move, Laplande simply declared his defeat.

If she could do it again, she wouldn't be fooled by that strange delusion again.

But there is no way to kill at first sight, after all, a person has only one life.

Without breaking her neck or ripping out her heart, San stands up calmly after five seconds.

And Laplande didn't take the opportunity to resist, and rubbed his shoulders as expected, with a somewhat complicated expression on his always happy and crazy face.

"Now I believe that you, the employer, really have the strength to do great things."

But she was finally sure too.

"But you, the employer, don't you think I'm a Ruper's cub?"

"I do not have."

"you're lying!"

Laplande sighed deeply.

She has self-knowledge, and understands that she is a dangerous character who has gone crazy, and a fierce lone wolf who is always alone.

But the feeling of being seen as a harmless little wolf cub by such a self is really complicated.

My old ghost didn't treat her like a child since she was born.

"Do you want to do it again?"

San doesn't care.

"Forget it! It's okay to be inferior to others. If you refuse to admit defeat, you will be ashamed as a coquettish."

She is a mafia killer. Although she has lost her family and was kicked out, she still has dignity.

But at this time, a palm was gently placed on top of her head, stroking her head like combing hair.

"The qualifications are good, just keep working hard."

"I said it all, I'm not being coquettish... Sigh, you look so young, but in fact you are just like an old man."

The white tail and ears swayed slightly, which also reminded San of the time when he was in charge of grooming the old wolf.

Following the memory, the touch has gradually returned.

"Aww...why are you so proficient."

Unable to resist, Laplande grumbled and shook his head, and then let him go.

By the way, when was the last time you got tricked by rua?Anyway, that old ghost... no, it's my dearest father who has never been so gentle.

Hehe, with a complicated smile, he said.

"And the employer, let me tell you some good news."

"Say."

"I found out that the target I'm looking for is also in Longmen. I heard that she is now working as a logistics worker, so if you don't die in a few days, you can go the same way again."

"Ah."

Sang let go of his hand, nodded calmly and turned to leave.

And Laplande leaned against the wall and stretched out his hand to touch his head, suddenly thought of something, and said to him with a smile.