Abyss Domination

Frozen Kingdom, Arendelle.

Ward got down from the deck expressionlessly, ignored the bosun's cursing, took some money and walked towards the tavern.

Alcohol can anesthetize yourself.

Let him forget the pain of losing Caitlin, forget those fallen comrades, forget the eerie undead, forget the ferocious devil, since the end of the saint catastrophe, Ward, who was alone, began to exile himself. He lost his homeland under the attack of demons, his family under the attack of gnolls, his lover during the natural disaster of the undead, and his friend during the battle against the demons. A disaster took away everything from Ward, and a hunter quickly grew into a terrifying warrior. His scars came from lizardmen, ogres, gnolls, demons, undead, devils, and even other scars. of humans. Fate seemed to abandon him, but favored him again. Ward lost too much, but in the end he survived the disaster.

Survival after a hundred battles.

After completely repelling the devil's army, the nobles invited him to serve in the south, but Ward just took his own sword and embarked on a wandering journey.

he is tired.

Not only physically, but mentally too.

He wandered across the continent for more than a year, visited the Eagle Mountain in the east, and the Viper Island in the South China Sea, and finally joined an unknown caravan and became an inconspicuous sailor.

Ward!

The bosun of the caravan was very dissatisfied with the seemingly rebellious Ward, but before he could speak, the captain patted him on the shoulder and shook his head slightly.

Only the captain of the entire caravan knows who Ward is, because he has seen Ward fighting on the front line of the Northland.

The pain caused by the catastrophe of the saints is being healed by time, and the prosperous Arendelle is gradually repairing the sequelae of the disaster. Some warriors who retired from the battlefield began to re-establish their families. The pain in their eyes was hidden in the In the deepest part, only in the dead of night will I sadly recall those comrades who fell in battle.

Humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, orcs, lizardmen...

Both good and evil stand on the same side in the final confrontation, and they must drive the devil out of this world.

Everyone paid a terrible price!

More than a year after the Havoc of the Saints ended, Arendelle welcomed a large number of newborns. In the residential area outside the port, many women holding their children could be seen. Men who put down their weapons began to rebuild their homes. strange job.

War can only bring destruction, but creation requires hands and wisdom.

Ward is like a ghost walking in the crowd, unshaven, wearing a worn sailor suit, seemingly inconspicuous but keeping people at a distance. He entered the tavern, threw the reward for a trip on the bar, then picked up a barrel and walked to the corner. A warbler glanced at his strong body, but after seeing Ward's eyes, he still retreated.

She has met many people.

There is no doubt that Ward is the most dangerous of them all.

There are guards, residents, and sailors in the tavern. All kinds of people can be seen in the tavern. It has been more than a year since the catastrophe of the saints has ended, and there are still people in the tavern who are bragging about their past experiences. A small southern guard was bragging about how he killed a tall ogre, and told how he had defeated a group of demons with the army of Modo City. The people next to them listened intently. In the final confrontation with the devil, less than 30% of them came back alive. In the safe rear of Arendelle, under the protection of the great princess, many ordinary people have never seen the devil at all. .

Ward drank quietly and alone.

He listened expressionlessly to other people's boasting and talking, until all the money was spent, then he stood up slightly drunk, walked out of the tavern and walked towards the alley.

It is not allowed to defecate in the alleys in Modo City, but Arendelle's guards don't care. He doesn't like Modo City very much. Although it is prosperous there, the rules are too strict.

No! Please!...

Ward, who was hissing against the corner, heard the woman begging for mercy. He glanced up and saw two fierce men dragging a woman into the back alley.

mouse.

In every city there are such a group of people who dare not set foot on the battlefield, but love to bully ordinary people.

Ward walked over staggeringly, and the two mice active in the ground suddenly became alert. They took out the dagger from the back waist and said fiercely: Go away! Drunk! This matter is beyond your control.

Hearing the mouse's stern words, Ward couldn't help but smile.

A cold light passed by.

Amid the woman's exclamation, Ward broke the other's arm with his backhand, then lifted it up with one hand, and smashed it directly at the mouse next to him.

leave here.

Ward glanced coldly at the woman next to her. She was of medium complexion, a little plump, not tall, about twenty years old, with a little freckles on her face.

The woman glanced timidly at Ward who smelled of alcohol, thanked him lightly, and ran outside.

The back alley soon became quiet.

Ward picked up the fainted mice one by one with one hand, and then walked into the deeper darkness. He had been to many places and knew how to deal with these mice. This bit of entertainment may be a rare relaxation for him. The peaceful life that countless comrades in arms exchanged for their lives should not be destroyed by these inconspicuous garbage.

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Overnight.

The next day Ward was lounging in the sun on the dockside cargo.

He ran out of money.

The salary of the sailor is not much, and the cost like him is only enough for two days at most. When the warm sea breeze blows, Ward squints his eyes and recalls the past, until a shadow is reflected in front of him, and there is a person, a woman, standing beside him look at him.

The woman from yesterday.

She was wearing a shabby linen skirt, and she was holding a small child, about five or six years old. The woman's expression was a bit cramped, but the child looked at him with his head looking at him, not at all afraid of strangers.

What's the matter? Ward opened his eyes and looked at her.

The woman looked very uneasy, and said awkwardly: Thank you so much yesterday. Do you have no place to live? If you don't mind, you can stay at my house for a few days. You can move out after you find a job.

Very clear eyes, only pure gratitude.

Ward looked at this woman, obviously the other party regarded him as a down-and-out sailor. Many sailors would sleep on the street when they ran out of money and couldn't find a job, but he just simply didn't like the smell in the cabin.

Ward was about to shake his head in refusal, but soon his eyes narrowed.

He saw a poking figure in the crowd.

mouse.

He couldn't help but glance at the woman in front of him, with shabby clothes, no jewelry, and a child, she doesn't look like a rich person, such a woman should not attract mice except for a little beauty, but there are many more beautiful women than her, in the tavern The neighborhood is everywhere, why are these mice chasing after them?

Soon, Ward nodded.

The caravan would stop here for three days to sell their wares, and maybe he'd have some fun along the way.

The woman's home is not big, but it is clean and tidy. The furniture is very old, but it is wiped clean, and there are needlework in it. This is a hardworking woman.

The location of the house is special.

Although it was close to the edge of the pier, there was a lot of construction going on next to it, and Ward understood the reason at a glance.

Arendelle is being expanded, and it will be expropriated and demolished soon. This can get a lot of money from the city hall and a new residence. This money can already make many mice feel tempted. This city is learning from Modo City, but it is obvious that there is no such pure law as Modo City. The mouse wants a piece of the pie, and there may be support from the nobles behind it.

Where is the father of the child?

Ward looked at the old house, which already had some history.

Dead. The woman's expression was sad, but then she raised her head stubbornly and said, He died on the battlefield in the south. He was a hero. He wasn't a coward who ran away...

There is clearly a story here.

Not everyone has the courage to fight against the devil. Ward has seen many deserters, and even executed some himself.

Ward didn't answer, but just found a clean place to lie in the sun.

You must be hungry. After the woman finished speaking, her expression became a little sad again, her eyes were red. Although she stubbornly said that her husband was a hero, the news sent back by the army was that her husband was a deserter. Maybe she already believed it in her heart, but she had to insist in front of the child, she couldn't tell the child that his father was a timid coward.

The woman quietly wiped the corners of her eyes, and whispered, I'll go and make you something to eat.

Ward didn't answer the words, nor did he despise them, because he knew how much courage it takes to face a terrifying devil on the battlefield. He also felt fear, but he defeated it in the end and cut off the head of the pit fiend with his own hands. head.

His comrades are all dead.

He was the only one who survived, and the conversation just now made Ward recall those familiar faces again.

There are many heroes who shine like stars in the catastrophe of the saints. Ward is not one of them, but they are also fighting on the front line for this, and countless robes are buried in the battlefield. The disaster is over, but the pain left behind is still buried in the deepest part of these survivors.

Do you know martial arts?

The little boy next to him looked at him, as if he wanted to reach out to touch his sword. Such a big boy is not afraid of life at all, he is a very courageous little guy.

Ward took down the sword and threw it over, nodded and said, Be careful, don't hurt yourself.

The little guy held the hilt of the sword curiously, but his face was flushed and he couldn't lift it up. Ward couldn't help but smiled. The little boy raised his head and said, Can you teach me martial arts?

Huh? Ward looked down at him and said, Why?

The little boy looked at Ward seriously, and clenched his fists: This way I can protect my mother! There are many bad guys who bully us and want to take away our house!

Ward's calm face finally showed a hint of emotion.

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