108 Ways to Heal a Loyal Dog

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In 1874 in the old calendar, the isolated Kolierte Valley was full of autumn, the forests were full of dyes, and the blue sky was reflected in the clear water of the lake.In the distance, the fragrance of food came from the misty cooking smoke, gently permeating the valley.

A group of small children were laughing and playing in the valley, cheering to meet the young people who came with heavy steps on the path.The pain of the other party infected the carefree children, and the adults who heard the sound gathered together, the woman covered her face and sobbed, and the man smoked a cigarette silently.

"Damn slave trader!"

"Eir is still so young... I shouldn't have let her go out of the valley with you on an adventure..."

"Uncle, I came back this time to tell you the news. Tomorrow, I will go out of the valley, cut off the fat lord, and save Al!" The young man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Hallas, don't be impulsive! Those people are vicious, just do what you can and don't die..."

Dissuading voices kept ringing, and the young man drooped his neck dejectedly, and began to cry in a low voice.Among the children gathered, a small boy suddenly pushed aside the crowd and ran wildly.

Panting heavily, he ran to the lake, biting his lips tightly, his blue eyes were filled with tears, and when he was about to drop to the ground, he sniffed his nose violently, forcefully suppressing the tears .

He sat down by the lake, clenched his little hands tightly, and glared at the mountains in the distance.

A figure in a cloak stepped on the emerald green soft grass in the valley. He had been observing secretly for several days, but there was no one around at the moment, so he finally couldn't help walking to the boy.

"Who are you?!"

The black-haired child jumped up nervously, pulled out the dagger hidden in his boots, stretched his body, his body was already trembling slightly, but his blue eyes were not timidly watching the person coming.

"Sarl." The boy's name was gently called out from the lips hidden under the hood, and the visitor squatted in front of him, reaching out to stroke his rough short black hair, "I know what you're thinking. Never doubt Myself, one day, you will become the most powerful fighter on this continent."

"...Can I?" The boy stared at him blankly with blue eyes, his body felt relaxed, and he doubted softly, "But the adults say that the people outside are very fierce and fierce, we can't resist, Said that we should stay in the village obediently and not venture outside."

"I swear with my life." The man hidden in the shadow said seriously, "You can protect anyone you want, and prevent them from being harmed."

"Why can you be so sure?"

"Because I am one of the people protected by you." The visitor chuckled, pulled his immature hands, and stared at the doubtful boy: "It won't be long before you will put on your battle armor and hold your giant sword , Standing before hardships and dangers. Your body will be engraved with countless scars, your hands will be covered with calluses holding swords, and your feet will travel thousands of miles, stepping on every part of this continent corner."

"--Are you afraid?"

"No." The boy shook his head firmly, his blue eyes sparkled brightly, "I will do it."

Those who heard this answer laughed happily, and the body covered by the cloak gradually turned into a phantom, and then there was a whisper floating in the wind.

"I believe you……"

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In 1884 in the old calendar, the rainstorm continued all night, and the thunder continued. Even in the early morning, the rain clouds were still hanging low, and the lightning was flying among the shadows.

In the jungle, the black-haired young man fell down in the mud, his armor was in tatters, and the wounds on the outside were washed white.

He grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and tried to get up again.The muscles of the big arms were agitated, and hideous blue veins protruded from the taut lines, and the lean body was propped up little by little.

With a bang, the dirty mud splashed on his cheeks, and the young man fell into the light red blood again.

A cold wind blew through the jungle, and dark clouds floated noiselessly from the other end.The torrential rain poured down, and amidst the rumbling thunder, the young man actually heard the sound of the oars slapping the water surface gently.

Not far in front of him was the exit of the jungle, next to a long river.Days of heavy rain made the river swell and rush down the terrain, and amidst such noise, the rhythmic sound of the oars slapping the water surface became louder and louder.

The black-haired young man struggled to turn his head, and saw a tall, slender figure in a cloak standing on the bow of the boat holding an oar.The heavy rain poured down, but it was all isolated a finger away from his body and turned into thick water vapor.

When the boat reached the edge of the jungle, the people on the boat jumped lightly and landed on the solid ground.

His heart was beating violently, and he stared at the figure walking towards him step by step without moving, his blue eyes were full of great surprise and joy.

"Is the spine broken?" Ten years later, the voice of the other party did not change at all. He easily bent down and hugged the young man, not minding the blood and sand rubbing against his expensive black bear cloak.

Thrall silently let the other party carry him onto the boat. Several years of adventurous career had honed him to be more reticent and calm.So even though his heart is full of doubts, he still knows how to wait for a better time.

The man in the cloak sat down on the boat, and a layer of transparent light enveloped the hull, isolating the wind and rain, making this small space peaceful like another world.

The floating flames burned up, and the warm flames dispelled the clammy body. The black-haired young man stared at the silhouette under the flames, and carefully opened his mouth in a hoarse voice: "...are you... a mage?"

"...don't be so reckless in the future." The other party didn't answer directly. While admonishing the young man for the reason why he ended up like this, he threw away his tattered protective gear and stroked his broken spine with his hands. conical bone.

The white light was spinning, and the gray hair fell out from the hood, shining with crystal brilliance.The warmth on his back made him feel so comfortable that he wanted to fall asleep.The young man stared at the hair that was close at hand with his eyes wide open, struggling against the sudden strong sleepiness, and finally closed his eyes, sinking into the darkness full of doubts.

When he woke up again, the boat docked in a shoal.Ziyue was quiet, and the sky was inlaid with bright stars one after another.He sat up and found that the original wounds had all healed, and endless energy filled his body.

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In 1889 of the old calendar, a small town thirty miles away from the Impassable Mountains.

Adventurers of all races and professions repair weapons, issue rewards, accept employment, and stay in a hotel here to rest. In the sixth year of his adventure career, the black-haired youth is habitually rejected by a team that urgently needs soldiers. .

He sighed, and retrieved his fully repaired weapon from the blacksmith shop.There were only a few coppers left in the purse, not even enough for a decent lunch.If he doesn't receive the task again, he will sleep on the street tonight.

The black-haired young man was wandering in the town, and the passing crowd turned their eyes one after another, and their contemptuous eyes fell on his ears.

He has seen this kind of gaze too much, and it has reached the point where he can turn a blind eye, but today... Sal frowned, stopped, and looked back for the gaze full of strange fluctuations and too weird emotions.

Just when he scanned the crowd for the third time, the man who thought he had gotten nothing, saw a fleeting figure in the crowd surrounded by a cloak.

He brushed aside the crowd and started to run in big strides.He stalked behind him, turned the corner, passed through the houses, but he couldn't take a step further, and when he jumped over the low wall again and entered a tavern, the figure of the other party disappeared completely.

He sat down at the door in frustration, covered his face, and fell into an unprecedented loss.The few people sitting across from him glanced at him and continued their conversation.

"I've never seen a mage like that, his nose is going up to the sky!"

"Aren't all mages like this..."

"The Impassable Mountain Range, it's up to you? No wonder people treat you like that."

"Go away! I'm a bronze-ranked warrior. I don't believe that he can find someone higher than me in such a place!" The dwarf warrior slammed down the ale in his hand and said angrily.

—Mage?

Thrall stood up suddenly, found the tavern owner, asked about today's commission, and found a message issued by the mage: Impassable Mountain Range, [-] silver coins, hire a warrior, and go back and forth for about three days.

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In 1890 in the old calendar, the hot summer came late, and the light at dusk made everything in the forest more vivid and vivid.

This was an extremely ordinary day, but for Thrall, it was a day to be engraved in his life.

He knelt on the soft green grass, and under the witness of the tall trees around him, he took the hand of the upright mage in front of him and kissed it.

"With this body and heart, I will dedicate myself to you. I will never hide anything and never betray you."

He made a firm promise in a deep voice, and looked up at the mage's golden pupils, with a smile from his heart on his handsome face.

The other person hid in the corner, silently watching this scene with eyes full of nostalgia.

The gears of fate were turning as usual, and Antheus, who was a thousand years later, left with a smile on his face, and the moment he disappeared, the man in the forest turned his head as if feeling something, and shot his sharp eyes at a In dense forest.

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In 1893 of the old calendar, the black-haired warrior came to the promised place, waiting for the return of the mage who had been separated for two years.

The white robe skimmed over the rocks, the beads on the belt were tinkling, someone stroked the longbow in their hands, someone whispered and laughed and nimbly avoided the branches and leaves, these mixed sounds mixed with the sound of footsteps, The soldier stopped suddenly when he was still a few meters away.

"Your servant is actually a half-dream?" The dwarf carrying the giant ax widened his eyes in amazement, and then laughed ambiguously, "Good boy, you won't treat yourself badly when you go out."

"You are the blood shadow battle? I have been famous for a long time, and it is an honor to meet you." The elegant female elf stepped forward and stretched out her hand to him.

"Anser, you never told me that he is so handsome." The blond knight smiled and looked back at the mage. Beside him, a petite female priest blushed and secretly looked at the black-haired warrior.

"Thal." The mage took a step forward and gave the black-haired warrior a long-lost hug. He sighed, "I can rest assured that I will leave my back to you."

"Yoyoyo, don't you look down on us too much, little mage?" The dwarf was drinking with a wine bag, and his mouth curled up when he heard this, "Even if the evil god comes out in person, I am confident that I will beat him to the teeth."

The crowd burst into laughter.

This is an adventure to help the mage find rare magic props.The group traveled thousands of miles, went deep into the temple that collapsed thousands of years ago, encountered thrilling traps, and fought desperately with ancient magical creatures, finally found the platinum key under the gravel.

"I always feel that someone is following us all the way." At the end of the adventure, the elf frowned and whispered in front of the campfire.

"It's the gods who are protecting us." The shepherd looked admiring, "We have been in trouble several times, and our luck is unbelievably good."

The dark-haired warrior was silent.

After nightfall, the exhausted group of people fell asleep in the cave, and the night watchmen jumped down from the entrance of the cave.

Outside the cave, the light from the crystal ball illuminated the forest, and a figure stood on a boulder not far away, staring at him.

"Who are you? Why are you helping us?"

The man suppressed and whispered, afraid of waking up his sleeping companion.

"To be precise, I'm just helping you." The mage's voice was low and clear, almost identical to another person's voice.

"Why?" Thrall walked towards him in a puzzled manner, with a pair of blue eyes shining with persistent flames on his heroic face.He nimbly climbed up the boulder and came behind the mage.

The mage looked up at the stars and sighed, "Do you believe in fate?"

"I believe." The black-haired warrior nodded. Ever since he met the person in front of him when he was young, he had always believed in fate.

"Then please believe that it is fate that guides me to protect you." The mage turned around, approached the warrior step by step, and stroked his cheek, "The fate that I correct and reweave."

The warrior lost his strength in an instant and fell into the arms of the mage.

He watched the once unreachable figure approaching him, and then, something soft and warm kissed his lips.

"It's been too long, Sal, please hurry up and come back to me..."

Facing the moonlight, the black-haired warrior saw the opponent's face clearly.

Those golden cold eyes...

He was startled, and before he could think about it, his consciousness fell into the darkness.

'Dear Fiorlando. A group of light and shadow appeared beside the mage, and the elemental law god stated the obvious facts, "You gave them help earlier to make them get the platinum key faster. This is in line with the trend of history and will not disturb the sequence of time."However, your behavior just now is very unwise.You will not fail to understand that any slight change in the trend of history is enough to produce completely different results. '

"Dharma God, please forgive me for not being able to help myself."

"Ten years is too long and too lonely..."

Although he successfully opened the space-time array and passed through the turbulent flow of time and space safely, he also lost his precise control of the time node.If it wasn't for the avatar of the Elemental Law God who couldn't see it and helped him, maybe he would have been reduced to tens of thousands of years ago, on a deserted and dead continent, where an unknown corner was struggling to survive.

Compared with this, he is really lucky to be able to accompany Thrall's growth with his own eyes, watching him grow from a babbling child to a handsome and mature warrior.But only he himself understands that the longing that accumulates day and night is like endless torture that eats away at the bones.

The mage put the man on the ground, looked tenderly at the slightly younger face compared to the memory from top to bottom, and sighed, "As a compensation, I erased this memory of him. This meeting, I don't want to It will affect the arrival of the bifurcation point."

"I said, I will go back."

The mage murmured softly, stroking the man's cheek reluctantly, feeling the warmth from his fingertips, "After I get the platinum key."