That's not a game

"Fly, fly."

"Like a bird, see the world for me, live in this world for me, and fly to the sky for me."

"Then, it's time for us to meet again."

As the voice fell, the long sword in the young poet's hand suddenly stabbed at his abdomen!

The blade pierced through the belly of the young poet.

Blood flowed out with a puff.

The crown on the young poet's head also fell slowly at this moment, falling into the blood, stained with strands of blood.

And the young poet's knees were also unable to kneel at this moment, and the whole person would also fall down.

However, the solitary king in the white dress walked up to the young poet and caught the poet's body.

The wind barrier that hindered the wind elf also lost its strength due to the fall of the young poet's crown, and slowly dissipated.

"poet--"

The wind spirit couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed towards Lin Xiaoge who was still alive.

However, after withstood such a fierce battle, the top of the tower could no longer bear it.

Under the feet of Dekarabian and the young poet, cracks like spider webs appeared.

The next moment!

boom!

The top surface of the tower under Karabian's feet suddenly shattered!

Dekarabyan and Lin Xiaoge, who had lost his breath, lost their supporting positions, and both fell, falling towards the endless darkness at the bottom of the tower.

What Dekarabian did was embrace the poet with closed eyes in his arms, raised his head in the darkness, and looked at the wind elves chasing them on the top of the tower.

"poet!"

The little wind elf stretches out his hand to grab the poet it cherishes.

That illusory crown was stained with a little blood of Lin Xiaoge in the air.

In an instant, countless elemental energies condensed here, condensing the crown into a solid body.

And the small hand that the wind elf stretched out towards the young poet gradually turned into a young hand under that bit of light.

Along that hand, dots of light spread towards the wind elf's body.

Step by step, the Wind Elf, who was once just like a rag doll, is becoming a young man, the one he cherishes the most, the one he will remember the most.

And the top of his head, the crown, finally solidified, and slowly fell onto his head.

Looking at this scene, Dekarabyan slowly smiled.

The next moment, she exhausted her last strength to make herself appear as a demon god in the shape of a huge flying bird again, wrapped the body of the young poet with her remaining wings, exhausted the last trace of her power as a demon god, and headed towards the tower on the top of the tower. Endless darkness flew away.

"poet--"

The wind elves tried their best to grab the poet's hand, trying to stop all this.

However, with the fall of Dekarabian, this tower built of fear also began to fall apart.

The boulders that built the tower cracked one by one and smashed towards the inside of the tower, just like burying the white bird and the young poet at the bottom of the tower, and also stopped the wind elf .

Looking at this scene, the wind elves clenched their fists, wanting to cry.

But this time, he held back his tears, took one last look at the tomb of the lonely king and the poet, raised his head, and flew towards the top of the tower.

He stood on the top of this dilapidated tower, wearing a crown, raised his hand, gritted his teeth, and let his voice spread throughout Mond.

"I am Barbatos, I will let the wind lead me and protect Mond forever!"

People cheered.

Chapter 70 Have you ever thought about reuniting with him?Wendy.

In Mond City, there is no tyrant named Dekarabian, and there is no wind barrier. This is New Mond thousands of years later.

And here, there is a tavern.

In the tavern, there was a red-haired bartender. After wiping the last wine glass, he hung the wooden sign of "Closed Business" on the door of the tavern. Then he looked helplessly at the last two customers in the tavern.

It was a table in the corner of the tavern, with a man and a woman sitting on either side of the table.

That boy was a bard wearing a green hat.

And the other one was a sassy girl in tight clothes, with short, ice-blue hair, who was drinking a glass of cold ice wine, and asked the bard.

"Is this your new story, Wendy?"

The bard known as Wendy took a sip of the apple brew and said angrily, "Why is it made up? This is a real story, Miss Yura."

Yula pursed her lips, and snorted softly, "Then your real story is really funny. You have exchanged the surnames of me and Captain Qin. Are you flattering me? Or do you want to be remembered by me?" Last revenge?"

Wendy laughed, "No, no, no, this is not flattery, this is a real story."

"cut……"

Yura pursed her lips, took out a few moras and threw them on the table.

"Diluk, I paid for Wendy's bottle of apple wine, and the story he told is not bad, so I don't take his revenge."

After saying that, Yura turned around and left the tavern.

The young poet in the green hat sighed, poured the last sip of apple stuffing from the bottle into his mouth, stood up, stretched himself, and yawned.

"Yawn...Master Diluc, since you are going to close, I'll go first."

Wendy opened the door of the tavern and was about to leave.

However, before he stepped forward, Di Luke's voice came from behind him, stopping him.

"Speaking of which, Wendy, have you ever thought about the scene when you met that poet?"

Wendy paused, looked up at the deep starry sky of Tivat, and smiled softly.

"At that time, the earth must have been full of flowers, the warm wind was blowing on our cheeks, the birds were singing for our meeting, the warm sun was shining on us, and even the world was cheering for our reunion And happy."

"Really? Very poetic meeting, very suitable for you."

"Hey, of course, I'm the best bard in this world."

The young poet smiled lightly, stepped out of the tavern, and closed the door of the tavern.

Diluc raised his head and looked towards the door of the tavern.

There, the poet has long since disappeared, leaving only the wooden sign "Closed for business" swaying there.

Diluque shook his head lightly and smiled, took a breath, and blew off the lights.

The entire tavern was plunged into darkness.

……

And outside the tavern, the poet summoned a breeze and sat on it.

The breeze blew gently, and brought the poet through the sky above Mond City to the position of the Aeolus Statue in Mond Square.

The poet also jumped slightly, sat on the hands of the Fengshen statue, raised his head, and looked at the starry sky of Tivat quietly.

How many years has he been looking at this starry sky?

Wendy can't remember anymore, the only thing he remembers is the reason why he has been walking in this world.

What is that reason?

This Wendy remembered very clearly, and he never forgot.

The reason was so profound that he could read it clearly.

"In order to reunite with you, I have used your appearance and your name to walk in this world for thousands of years, Barbatos."

Wendy said softly, and he smiled helplessly. He didn't know how long and how far this walk would take.But, for a reunion with that person, he could go on forever and ever.

Night Breeze caressed Wendy's hair, as if comforting Wendy.

And Wendy, with a slight smile, took out her little organ, and played it lightly.

"Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green."

"The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the setting sun is outside the mountain."

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of friends are scattered."

"Enjoy the rest of your life with a ladle of turbid wine, don't dream of cold tonight."

"Uh..." The melodious young man's singing voice spread throughout Mond.

On the top of the tall building of the knight order, a female knight with scattered blond hair stood on the top of the building, quietly listening to the slightly sad singing of the young poet, she couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Wendy, are you missing anyone again?"

Although Wendy never said it, whenever Wendy sang this song, she knew who the other party was missing again.

After all, the thoughts in the song cannot be hidden.

Also, this isn't the first time Wendy has played the piece.

Even, because of the strong yearning in this song, the blond female knight couldn't help but think of the abyss torturer who rescued her from the abyss order.

"Oh, I don't know how he is now..."

Qin pursed her lips tightly, looked up at the beautiful starry sky in Tivat, and sighed softly.

Her tone was a little helpless.

After all, she is missing the other party, but the other party may not necessarily miss her.

Wendy's singing still echoed in Mond, as sweet as ever, and full of nostalgia as always.

When everyone heard his singing, they couldn't help singing softly along with his singing.

Among them, naturally, a witch from a certain library was also included.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass..."

On the statue of Feng Shen, Breeze heard the singing of the young poet, and couldn't help staying beside Wendy, comforting Wendy gently, as if saying to Wendy - "Don't be sad".

Wendy smiled lightly, as if speaking to the wind, but also as if speaking to herself.

"I'm not sad, because he won't lie to me. He said that we will meet again, then we will meet again, and I will wait for our reunion."

In order to reunite, he will wait forever.

In order to reunite, the wind elf will wait forever.

Lin Xiaoge understands this very well. In order to reunite with him, the wind spirit will definitely wait until their reunion.

At the moment, he was sitting in the virtual space, quietly looking at the virtual screen in front of him.

[The dungeon failed, Dekarabian's defeat progress is 99%, and the player is dead.Do you want to continue from the last savepoint? 】

"Yes."

[Reading last savepoint...]

[Failed to read! 】

[Do you want to re-read? 】

"Yes."

【Loading……】

[Failed to read! 】

[Automatic reading...]

【fail! 】

Lin Xiaoge looked at the interface in front of him and punched it hard!

However, this is the "virtual world", and his punch can only make this virtual interface slightly turbulent.

"What do you want—"