Immortal Journey

The man in black was talking about the last battle with the knocker.

Maybe it can't be said that it was the last battle, but it can only be said that it was the last battle he and his partner fought together.

Following the deep voice of the man in black, a picture scroll slowly unfolded in front of Immortal's eyes, and everything in the past was displayed in front of his eyes.

In the tragic war, there are broken walls and ruins everywhere, as well as the wreckage left by countless knockers when they attacked.

In that war, Immortal and his companions defended a country.

with all of them.

"When we left, all the knockers had been wiped out, but I found that it's not that simple. Undead, the knockers who appeared in this world before, if they don't go back, that world is likely to be completely occupied by the knockers." After the man in black robe finished speaking, Undead completely remembered his fear of being dominated by the knocker.

The war is won, but it is tiring to not die.Fighting day after day, tirelessly repeating the process of killing the knocker.Even if the body can be renewed, the mental fatigue has accumulated, and the final victory has become the last straw that overwhelms the undead rationality.

He hoped that his life would be peaceful, at least for a long time.

Then he knew for the first time that he could resurrect the dead.

He has sunk his consciousness into every place he can touch, his perception has been scattered into many copies, he has gone so far that many lives lost have become insignificant, Maggie has taken the poison , snuggled up to his side and died again.

"I promised Maggie and the others that I would take them to a completely peaceful world." Immortal looked at his hand, then looked around, he was surrounded, but these souls were just phantoms, just watching He is laughing.

Their souls are not in this world, but in the world they were originally in.

"Men in black, we must go back."

"I promised them to find 'paradise' and find our way home."

The black-robed man changed suddenly and disappeared into the air: "There will be a way to go back, and it will be in the near future."

War is always cruel.

This is the 28th day that the rebel army and the rebel people have been besieged in the city.

Everything in the city has become in short supply. Food, fresh water, medicine... and even clothes have been exhausted.

Tomorrow is the Armageddon.

Sometimes they have to fight, because if they don't fight, they really have no way out, no hope, no future.

Just when the city was in despair, a small group of people sneaked into the city from a certain steep mountain, a gray-brown owl hovered in the air, and a small phone bug hung around its neck, "Scissorhands , are you sure this is the direction?"

"Of course, it's right here." Several men in black robes gathered together, as if they were discussing something, they sneaked into the city along the wall of the city, but there were only a few of them.

The team turned around and turned around, and finally stopped at a heavily guarded camp.

The man called Scissorhands said slowly: "This is their base camp."

This country is just a country in a remote corner of the great sea route. Most of the cities here are built on the mountains, and the largest city is the mountain they conquered.

Backed by a steep mountain, this kind of city was easy to defend and difficult to attack. The rebel army broke through the city from the inside, attacked its weakest point, and successfully occupied this easy-to-defend city without much effort. Difficult city.

But it didn't take long for King Junjiu to organize his own forces to launch a counterattack, besieging the whole city.

Seeing that the cold season of the new year is coming, the residents' reserves are also exhausted, and this year's winter seems to be coming earlier than before.

inside the tent.

The middle-aged man sitting on the main seat looked solemn. This man was the leader of the rebel army in the city. Several soldiers who were responsible for different tasks straightened their backs and reported various situations in front of him.

"The food in the city is in short supply. The current total amount of food is based on the minimum ration of one meal a day for each person, and it can only last for three days..."

Another soldier continued to report: "Winter is approaching, and the fuel in the city is insufficient. Many residents have been frostbitten due to the low temperature, and they cannot be treated due to lack of medicine..."

As more and more bad news were reported, the chief's brows arched like mountains in the distance, and he paced around the table, showing his master's anxiety in his footsteps.

"Where are the people we sent out to seek help from the revolutionary army?" The leader of the rebel army seemed to have thought of something suddenly, looking forward to turning around and asking the soldiers who came to report.

The soldier shook his head slightly: "There is no news yet."

There was only a long silence in the air, only the snow falling on the branches outside the tent, making a "rustle" sound.

The leader of the rebel army grabbed his coat that didn't fit very well, and just clenched the fabric on his chest like pulling out his heart. His back was very straight, straighter than before, just plain A little more sad fragility.

"Just follow the current method, ration food according to the previous method, let women and children give priority to heating, and the rest... I will think of a way, you go down first."

Screening off the soldiers who reported, the leader of the rebel army sat back in the chair. The moment he sat down, his body suddenly hunched, and his whole body seemed to be rotting on the chair without bones.

His previous appearance was made by force, but now there is only a kind of weakness in his body that has taken away all his strength, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

A series of bad news made the leader's face even darker. His sallow skin was already dull due to hunger, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his eyes were dull. His body seemed to have reached its limit. Half leaning on the chair, all the strength is put on the chair, as if the body does not belong to him.

"This country is hopeless, completely hopeless." After speaking, big and hot tears fell from his eyes and fell on the letters on the table.

This is a thought that may not be sent out.

"We have been under siege here for 28 days. There is a lack of food and medicine. There is nothing that is not lacking... The most difficult winter is coming soon."

He could have escaped, as the most ordinary captain of the guards, but people begged him to stay and lead them to real independence and freedom, so he agreed and became the leader of the rebel army.

It is extremely sinful for him to have the idea of ​​running away now, and his conscience is suffering extremely.

If he leaves, what will these people do?Those royal families could even do things like massacre a city, he took a deep breath.

Cover all your sorrows with a door.

They are revolting because their lives cannot go on.The monarch of the country is so absurd that many people starve to death every winter.

There are so many unequal things in the world, and he stood up just to correct this inequity.

"Do you have a better way? We have... reached the end of the road." The leader of the rebel army asked the guards around him, but these guards who were also sallow and emaciated were no better There is no way to answer this desperate leader.

Just when the leader of the rebel army fell into deep self-doubt, a soldier suddenly came to report.

"My lord, there is someone outside the door begging to see you."

"Who is it? If someone who can solve our predicament is worthy of my meeting... just bring them to me."

The leader sat back on the main seat, sweeping away the previous depression.

What he didn't expect was that what came in turned out to be a group of unknown strangers, all of them were wearing gray-brown robes that covered their faces.

"Why don't you show your true colors?"

The short man in the lead took a step forward, and took the lead in taking off the hood that covered most of his face, revealing a face that would make him feel good after just looking at it.

But the boy didn't look like he was 14 years old, so he looked too young.

"We are the Revolutionary Army." Immortal put down the hood covering his face, revealing a delicate little face, "We are here to help you."