Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 152 War
"Magic is really amazing, Your Excellency Adventurer, I didn't expect you to be a great wizard. I'm sorry to trouble you again."

Farmer Arman squatted next to the wheels of the carriage, looking at the restored axles. After the wheels were installed, he spat out a straw in his mouth to pass the time, and couldn't help sighing.

It's hard to imagine that a crack on the metal axle disappeared with a slight wave of the hand.

"It's just a simple trick, not a great wizard." Brian patted the dust off his hands, got up and went back to the straw on the carriage, the carriage was creaked under pressure.

Compared to the top group of wizards in the main material world, he is really nothing now, he thought to himself.

Because the spell he just used is indeed the simplest trick "restoration".

This spell can repair small cracks or small breaks on items, as well as broken and damaged metal items. Repairing a broken axle for a long time is naturally a breeze for him.

The fundamental reason why he mastered this spell was to facilitate the repair of his damaged clothes and props.

In the game, Zero Ring's "Repair Technique" and "Cleaning Technique" are the most practical magical skills for any player.

Of course, this is still the case for Brian, who is an adventurer, in this real world.

"You are really humble. Please sit still, we are leaving."

Yarman sat on the carriage and pointed to a river flowing far away with his whip, "This is the Galen River. After crossing this river, you will reach my house. You see, even the two horses are excited, With their heads sticking straight forward, they must have smelled the scent of their children.”

Brian looked in the direction the farmer's whip was pointing.

The sky gradually darkened and weaved to a small river with calm water.

There is a mill by the river, and the afterglow of the setting sun and the dark night are fighting beside the mill, as if to see who can conquer the last territory.

Several donkeys were working non-stop on the stone mill. The old owner covered the donkey's eyes with a big red cloth, and put a few grains of corn into the donkey's mouth from time to time.

A breeze blew by, and the river surface was sparkling. The fisherman drove the boat forward slowly, and the green winter wheat on both sides nodded frequently, as if welcoming the arrival of the traveler.

A group of women stood on the shore, with headscarves wrapped around their heads, and the wind blew through their skirts. They folded their arms and put them on their chests, praying in low voices for their families to return as soon as possible.

Fireworks filled the town everywhere, blocking the view of the surroundings. Through the twilight of smoke and dust, one could still see the surrounding scene vaguely.

Fireworks to the stars, everything you wish can come true, and you will find new happiness in repeated ordinary life.He couldn't help thinking of this sentence, and then secretly sighed in his heart: Maybe it's because the smell of fireworks in the world is the most soothing to the hearts of ordinary people.

"It's interesting." Brian came back to his senses and looked back, "I can't see any traces of war here, but I heard that all the villages and towns in the Goblin Wasteland were severely damaged two years ago. "

The clattering carriage took them straight to the bridge, along the berm, and past the banks, tucked among the alder groves, thronged with chattering mallards, ducks, herons, and waterfowl.

In a human settlement—with well-kept berms lined with fagots and sluices reinforced with stone and timber—it is surprising to see such abundance of bird activity nearby.

Even the drains showed no sign of decay, and water was flowing happily.

On the riverside, a row of crooked willows swayed gently, and the canoes and docks below were clearly visible, and there were fishing nets and fishing cages in the deep water.

"Yes." Yarman's eyes showed a mournful expression, he couldn't help sighing, and said slowly:
"At that time, everything was lacking here, except for the ruins. Take a closer look, Your Excellency. In the town, almost every house and every wall showed signs of renovation. You can see that the situation on the east bank of the river was even worse. At that time, the fire almost The ground was burned to the ground, and even Viscount Jiawen's castle was razed to the ground. Because of the strong resistance, a tragic massacre was triggered... It was simply too cruel. What good did they do? Don't they know? The purpose of war is not destruction at all, but power, land and money.

Cruelty is cruelty, but life has to pass.When Amastacia's army of black roses passed by, our days were miserable.They seem to intend to turn every land into a desert.Many people fled and never came back, and the newcomers stayed in their houses. After all, life had to go on. "

"That's right." Brian whispered with deep feeling: "Life must go on. No matter what the past is, you must live on, because as long as people are still alive, life will have hope... Among all things, hope is the most beautiful, The most beautiful thing never fades."

"That's right! Look, you used magic to help me repair the axle, and it's like new." Arman raised his riding crop, straightened up and looked around:

"Just like this land, Sir Adventurer. War has torn it apart, horses' hooves have trampled it, it is bloody and scarred, but this land will eventually revive, and the earth will eventually overcome everything. Just like spring will prepare for death in the end. Life in the harsh winter brings opportunities for new life.”

"Then you are not afraid of the Tasha people...the black army coming back? After all, they already have rich invasion experience, and it is very likely that they will come back for revenge..." Brian said thoughtfully.

He recalled the ancient evil that had been deflected by him, and the priest of the undead sect he had killed.

He knew that they would definitely return, and he also knew very well that the destruction they brought could not even restore the will of the earth and the world.

Only to silence all life, all pain, all suffering, in perfect immortality.

He asked the farmer if he was afraid of harm. It was more like asking himself whether he was afraid of harm.

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid! Once a war breaks out, we can only hide in the forest with our families and the belongings we can take away, and return home after the conflict is over. Because since the advent of human beings thousands of years ago, the tradition of the army It was killing, looting, arson and rape, and it continues to this day."

The farmer's hand that tightened the rein trembled, and there was fear in his eyes.

"I'm very sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this." Brian looked at the other party apologetically, and then reminded: "It seems that fear has almost made you lose your judgment. Be careful! Don't fall into the river."

The farmer let out an exclamation, tightened the reins quickly, controlled the horse's course, and continued:
"It's okay, Your Excellency, you don't have to feel guilty about it. After all, only the humble people have the best chance to see the truth of the world. We live in fear, but what can we do? Sit down and cry? Like a mole, shivering in a dark corner? No matter what happens, life will go on. No matter what fate has arranged, we can't escape."

"So, you believe in your own destiny?" Brian said with a smile.

"How can you not believe it? Five years ago you rescued our father and daughter, and now we meet again. In my opinion, this is the arrangement of fate. Your Excellency, adventurer, when I get home later, my child will definitely kiss excitedly Your feet..."

(End of this chapter)