unreliable adventure

At that time, a huge panic rose from my heart, and the light element stopped responding to me.I can feel the fear of the paladins when they were abandoned by the light spirit 200 years ago. The power of the holy light is directly connected with emotion.

At this time, the elements of ice and nature are still willing to respond to me. The principle of ice and fire lies in the law of conservation, which is what accountants call balance of credit and debt. Emotion is irrelevant.But under the strong emotional impact, I just felt as if I was hollowed out and completely lost all power.A pathetic accomplice, why should he blame others?And why do you believe that what you are doing now is the right thing to do?

The Crusaders of the Bones sensed my fear and found that I had lost control over them. Ambition, dissatisfaction, mutiny, and whispers merged into a tidal wave, and they all became restless.

"Whoever is not convinced, come again!" I said sharply: "Even if there is no light, a group of brainless skeletons, you have no chance of defeating me." I knocked one down with the hilt of my sword, and they naturally didn't know that I was bluffing, so they hesitated to back away .

Wayne sent the answerer again with word that he could give me a conferment of the light.The Tin Woodman thinks too highly of himself. Even though he has indeed become very powerful recently, the charging ceremony requires twice the energy of the recipient, which he cannot do.I didn't want to hit him, but I just turned my head and said: "My business, I should solve it myself."

At this point, I think persuasion might be effective: "Let's go, let's go, we continue to stay in this world, and we just make mistakes again and again."

"Us," a paladin whispered.

"We." I confirmed: "We are together."

"Holy Light, if we can let go of our obsessions, we may be able to gain peace."

"An Ning." A white bone shattered and fell to the ground.

No more fear, no more inverted dreams.The crusaders who used to be scattered with the wind, and the crusaders in my heart finally no longer exist.

I thought of another unresolved concern: "By the way, Wayne, your orphanage. I buried two buckets of gold coins in the city cemetery, under the big oak tree on the left side of the entrance. Sister Hua knew the location and couldn't find it. You can ask her."

"Xiao Hei! Don't!" Wayne rushed over with a stride.I suddenly felt that I was a little sorry for him.Recalling this brief encounter with him, the encounter was so beautiful, but it was no match for parting.

In that instant, I really felt peace, a peace I hadn't felt in 200 years.Like the end of summer when bagpipes are playing, like a pond slanted by the sun, like an iris in the wind, ah, it’s not an iris, but a dog’s tail that is finally free.

until……

Until I was roughly pulled back and Wayne tried to revive me!

"Wayne, stop quickly, this is a resurrection technique, very dangerous." I tried hard to speak. 200 years ago because I screwed up and created a plague.

Wayne said loudly: "I know it! You can return the borrowed light, as long as you don't mess up like Roland!"

I'm not messing around, but—

"How could you do this, irresponsible! The Knights are gathering, and now the survivors of the Northland have no power to fight back. If we don't do something - black! Blackwood! You are resurrected, don't be lazy, don't hurry up Get out of here!"

"I'm not a ball, how can I roll." I just felt powerless.

Wayne laughed through his tears: "Okay, okay, get up quickly."

"But I'm really tired, the light no longer responds to me, what can I do to stop the Knights, can't others do it? Can I ask you to help me do it?"

"I thought you were a great hero, but you ran away?"

"But I'm really tired—" How could this be getting cold feet, I've obviously done everything I could.

"I know, I know! You've done too much, the fucking world owes you too much, I owe you too much, and of course you have a right to be tired."

"When did you owe me again, let me go—"

"I won't let go, I won't let go, fuck knights, fuck war, it doesn't matter if there is one more hero or one less hero in the world, it's the same fuck anyway. The world doesn't need you to save."

"What are you talking about—"

"I am the only one who needs you. I want you to come back alive, just for me!"

Thousands of rays of light came together, passed through Wayne's open heart, and rushed into my heart mercilessly.The light element is mixed with Wayne's strong and mixed emotions, stirring repeatedly in my empty chest.This is what Wayne buried in his heart:

Light, me, I'm a lousy paladin, a poor imitator, a cheap substitute.

Guang, I was not worthy of his love, but he tolerated me, took care of me, and saved me again and again without taking his life. Is it because I look like someone?At first I thought so.

Light, but then I finally found out, he tolerated everyone, he took care of everyone, he tried to save everyone time and time again, there was something wrong with him!He is a leaden happy prince!

Light, the Happy Prince is always just being someone else's hero. He gave away the fiery red gemstone on his sword hilt, the golden armor on his battle robe, and his blue eyes. The remaining lead-cast body finally melted today, but I still selfishly ask for something!

Light, but I love him.

Kwang, I just love him selfishly.I want to hold him, I want to have him, I want to wake up every morning and see him first.

Light, I didn't deserve your response, a selfish paladin, a fake.But he was worth it, the Happy Prince was worth it.

Light, I will recast his body, I will carve his eyes out of aquamarine gems, I will decorate his robe with gold leaf, and I will make him the most magnificent sword.

Light, he is my big hero alone.

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What the hell did that Tin Woodman Wayne think of me?Where am I the happy prince.Blackwood has been hiding in his tomb, has been running away, he is nothing but a selfish giant.

"What stupid things are you talking about!" I rolled over and sat up, pushed Wayne aside, and quickly checked the fluctuations of natural elements. Fortunately, I didn't mess up this time, and the light energy borrowed by the Great Resurrection Spell was returned smoothly. Everything is fine with fluctuations.

Ringing in the ears, headache to the point of dying, it's really dead and I can't live in peace.That's it, the knights in the south and the brainless zombies in the north, what should we do next?It's like mud that can't be shaken off, one trouble after another is reappearing in front of my eyes, what should I do?

Wayne threw me on the ground, his strong arms gripping me tightly, immobilizing me like a wayward child clutching his toy.Yes, and the big trouble of Wayne.

Francis didn't know when he also appeared beside him, and he sang in a sarcastic tone on the stage: "Resurrection, my warrior!"

It's really embarrassing.