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Chapter 120 Will You Remember Me (5k)

Blacksmith Barron didn't know how long he would have been troubled by this without Li Wen's intervention.

[World Mission: Blacksmith Baron Where to Go]

Before Linton crossed, this task caused many players to waste a lot of upgrade time.

At first, the players received the quest in Adrossen, and then players from other city-states besides Lapa and Toulon also discovered the quest from the managers.

So a battle around the blacksmith Barron began.

Players use various means to analyze blacksmith Barron's personal life, family and work and other environments from various angles, using a series of methods including but not limited to threats, persuasion, and playing emotional cards.

It is a pity that the final results of these means are all disappointing.

Until by accident, the players discovered that this big man with a rough appearance was actually not as bold as he looked, and his determination to try to compete for the first place could not be said to be particularly firm.

At this time, the players realized.

They invited Baron, in fact, based on helping him surpass the original number one blacksmith, and extended to the surroundings.

So they are fundamentally wrong.

In the end, the player who first discovered this took the initiative and outlined a not-so-good or even realistic future for the blacksmith Baron, pulling him into the Adrossen camp.

Because we are all grown-ups and know that the best things are only in dreams.

The more realistic it is, the more convincing it is.

Of course, in the promise made by the player for him, there is an absolute guarantee for his family's future life, which is also the last lead to achieve the goal of the mission.

The final reward after completing this task is very rich, not only the experience points rewarded by the system, but also the discounted rewards that need to be paid to forge weapons at the blacksmith Barron in the future, as well as the rich rewards given in the city-state.

After the player uploaded the screenshot of the reward to the player forum, there were at least ten thousand floors full of "Gun in hand, follow me, kill the owner, kill Ougou!"

But now, players probably have no chance to complete this task.

As Barron, the blacksmith who knows best at present, Linton, who may even know what he wants better than himself, took the first step to call out his inner thoughts.

If you want to consider a peaceful future, you have to say that each of the other five city-states present can fight.

Of course, Linton now doesn't know the result has come out.

In his opinion, the blacksmith Barron had to refuse to welcome him anyway, and asked him to visit the thatched cottage before he was "reluctantly" settled in Lapa City.

During this period of time, it was naturally impossible for him to wait in place, so he brought Sargerus to a secret place, preparing to add something to Lapa City.

However, looking at the dilapidated gate in front of her, Sargerus looked puzzled.

Because this secret realm is quite famous in Lapa City, and even in the entire Molten Kingdom.

"[The Rose Garden of the Withering Witch], I know that many people have dug up a lot of treasures here." She looked a little strange, "But that was more than 100 years ago. No one got anything from here, it should be all dug up, right?"

"So, what are we doing here?"

Linton smiled: "The best things are never on the bright side."

Sargerous scratched her face puzzled.

Although, for more than a hundred years, the garden has almost been overturned once or twice, and the monsters derived from it have been killed so that they cannot evolve, let alone treasures, and even the bugs have been researched several times. See if there is anything special.

In that case, what else could be hiding here?
Sargerus couldn't quite understand what Linton was thinking, but fortunately, she didn't need to understand too much.

"We are just a little follower, little girl, little follower, we are delicious and cute, we don't need to bring our heads~"

Humming softly a ditty that she had made up, Sargerus followed Linton into the dilapidated garden.

In fact, instead of calling this secret place a garden, it is better to call it a ruin or a ruin, which is more suitable for its current image.

The surroundings are full of broken walls, and the traces of carvings made with care can be vaguely seen, but more are the deep scars left by iron tools such as blades and heavy hammers.

The rose garden was supposed to be full of bright, blood-red roses, but now there are not even a few dead branches left here, let alone flowers. What used to be a flower bed now only has pitted loess and black and disgusting insects. The most common thing is probably the yellow sand that has been accumulated by the wind and has not been cleaned for many years, right?

Looking up, with almost no obstacles, you can see a fountain-like relic in the center of the garden, but looking deeper, it seems like it was cut off by a blade, and there is nothing left.

Could it be that there is something hidden there?
But [Piercing Through the Eyes of Illusion] didn't respond?
Thinking of this, Sargerus looked around again, and occasionally saw a lot of people in shabby clothes kicking the wall and digging the ground as if venting, as if hoping that she would be favored by the goddess of luck, and a priceless treasure would burst out of it. .

And just as she was looking around, the person leading the way in front of her was about to step through the gate, and suddenly stopped again.

Linton looked at the ground and asked softly, "Miss Sargerous, do you know the story of the Wither Witch?"

Sargerus felt a little baffled by his question, but she still replied according to her words: "I don't know, hey, it's strange. Logically speaking, the person who can leave behind so many treasures should be more famous. I never Never heard of that name."

"Because she wasn't called the Withering Witch before." Linton said, "I don't know the exact name, but her title back then should be the Red Lotus Witch."

Sargerus suddenly said: "I know that the red lotus witch is more than 600 years ago, the first-class magic genius in the molten country, and it is said that she once tamed the dragon, but unfortunately, it didn't take long before the dark war It started, and almost all of the Molten Fire Nation fell, and the Red Lotus Witch seemed to have also fallen at that time."

"It is precisely because the war came so suddenly that her red lotus magic was not passed down at all. It is no wonder that people call her by the wrong name. I am afraid that there is no information about her in the entire Molten Kingdom. If not Truth will have some records about the dark war, and I guess I didn't know there was such a number one person."

Linton nodded slightly, and walked towards the garden: "It is true that not many people know about her in the current Molten Kingdom, but you are wrong about one thing."

"The reason why the red lotus magic has not been passed on to the later generations is because its master does not want to hand over this spell to others to learn."

He walked very slowly, and his tone was very calm: "The destructive power of the red lotus magic is very strong, and the flames produced can even burn the life of the earth. This level of power, even in the magic of the legendary level, is also very powerful. Can stand on the top of the pyramid."

"It's just that the more you get, the more you pay."

"Red lotus magic will cause irreversible damage to everything about the caster, including appearance, talent, and even soul. So it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a withering witch."

Sargerus had a complex expression: "So she refused to pass on the magic so that future generations would not be tortured by this pain?"

Linton nodded: "The red lotus is so beautiful when it blooms, but the ugliness after the flower withers is hard for anyone to accept. After all, I have seen the light with my own eyes, and I can no longer bear the once boundless darkness."

"She is a witch who can't love and be loved, a lonely character with a well-written script, and a one-way person destined by God, so she naturally doesn't care about other people's eyes, but if she passes on the magic and touches the red lotus There are many people, it is impossible for everyone to be carefree.”

Sargerus opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, she could only look at Linton's back.

The man walked very slowly, every step seemed to be trying his best.

It was also at this moment that Sargerus vaguely felt that the man in front of her was no longer a man, but a young girl with eternal youth.

Attached to her body was the red lotus fire that could burn her soul. Every step she took was difficult, and she was about to lose her breath, but there was still a smile on her face.

But when Sargerus blinked her eyes, these things were no longer visible, as if they were just hallucinations.

【Piercing the Eyes of Illusion】automatically activated.

It was only then that Sargerus noticed that the distance between each step of Linton was very small, and the small steps were not the steps he should take at all for his size.

That is the stride of a girl.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm walking the path she walked last."

Linton turned his head and spoke softly, with a rare look of sadness in his eyes.

It was a sadness Sargerus had never seen before.

It is not the death of a loved one, nor the death of a country.

It was the sadness that when one's own existence was about to disappear, one turned around and found that there was nothing behind one's back.

Sargerus's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand, and she almost lost her breath completely.

For a moment, she really wanted to rush up to hug him, and use her warm body temperature to make his gradually icy body feel the warmth from the world again.

But reason restrained her action.

Linton's current state obviously does not belong to him, and it should be some kind of ritual that she doesn't know about.

If she rushes forward rashly, she will definitely destroy this ceremony.

After a long silence, Sargerus whispered, "Can you tell me some more about her story?"

Linton nodded slightly.

"Do you want to know how she died?"

Sargerus was taken aback, and before she could answer, Linton said to himself.

"Her death was heroic, poignant, and lonely."

"In the war more than 500 years ago, the loose city-state system of the Molten Nation was vulnerable to Palenque's disciplined royal guards. It can be said that the entire territory of the Molten Nation was occupied without any effort."

"—except this garden at our feet."

"Here is the entire Molten Kingdom, the only place that is not shrouded in darkness."

Sargerus asked in a daze, "Is it because the witch vowed to protect her habitat to the death?"

"No." Linton shook his head. "It was the commander of the Royal Guard who personally issued an order to prohibit all soldiers from setting foot in this garden."

"why?"

Linton smiled lightly, his eyes drifted to the distance depicting the white clouds with mottled light and shadow: "Sargerus, when you know that your camp is doomed to lose, you will desperately resist, for the sake of the country or your current camp, burn With the last drop of blood?"

"I will!" Sargerous replied firmly.

The Truth Society can almost be said to have saved her, and she gave everything for it. It is not necessary for her, but something that will definitely happen.

Linton asked again: "What if you have a family?"

Now Sargerus hesitated: "If there is, they will understand me."

"And what if your faith never came when you were struck down, when you prayed to Him?"

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"What if he also gives up, or even makes you give up resistance?"

"I..." Sargerus bit her lip and shook her head desperately, "Impossible, my lord will never abandon us."

She couldn't answer the question.

She has no family, but she does have faith.

Linton smiled and said, "When the leader also chooses to surrender, everyone's resistance loses the meaning of existence."

"But under such circumstances, the red lotus witch presented the most beautiful flower of her life to her country on the already defeated battlefield, and then withered in the doomed cycle."

"No one is willing to gather her petals, no one is willing to water her withered branches, no one is willing to touch her."

"At that time, she was full of ominous just like her name."

"In the end, she returned to the garden where she had stayed all her life, and she still carried the red lotus fire that could not fade away."

Linton finally stopped.

On this short path, he walked for a long time.

But even if you don't give up, the end of life will always come.

No matter how beautiful the red lotus blooms, it will wither one day.

He lowered his eyes, clasped his hands together, and gently opened and closed his lips.

"Under the moonlight, our time has come;"

"Under the moonlight, we fly to the sky;"

"By moonlight, we close our eyes;"

"Under the moonlight, let's rest."

The man's tone was a bit weird, unlike the pronunciation that people have now, the tone of his voice fluctuated slightly, as if he was singing an ancient and mysterious long-distance ballad.

And the moment the last note fell, Sargerus' expression changed drastically.

The surrounding space silently flickered with the shadow of large snowflakes. The next second, the snowflakes suddenly shattered, tearing apart everything in the garden, and dragging them into a black abyss.

The faces of the treasure hunters and adventurers around were full of incomprehensible horror, and in the next moment, a huge shadow curtain swallowed the sun, and at this moment, the entire garden seemed to have fallen into an eternal dark abyss!
People subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the black hand behind the scenes, but when they really saw the whole picture of the other party, they could not do anything except kneel down.

It was a dragon, a black dragon with four wings!
Its body length is definitely more than a hundred meters, and it is covered with dead scales that even the sun can't leave a mark on it; its eyes are empty, without eyeballs, but the black and golden lightning light flowing in it is breathtaking, more than any color The pupils of everyone should be more powerful!

【Dragon of Death and Silence Dartsarens】

Its level is - level 92! !

Compared with it, the pale bone dragon that Linton had seen before could only be described as a small termite, which could be killed with a casual slap.

And this dead dragon is a real complete body, not a half-disabled bone dragon. It has the strength to destroy a city-state completely.

Now, as long as it wants, all the intruders in the garden cannot escape its pursuit, and even the people who have been here before will be wiped out one by one!

But it did not act immediately.

It looked towards the depths of the garden, a small wooden house that appeared quietly.

There, the girl with the flames was looking at it with a smile.

Her long hair that always carried a scent has long since disappeared, her arms have fallen on the way she came here, and even Juemei's cheeks were scorched black by the flames, falling to the ground one by one, with a bang, melting For black ash.

But even so, it could still see, and she was smiling.

"Little guy, I'm leaving."

she said softly.

Maybe she really wants to reach out and touch this companion who has been with her for hundreds of years, but even if her hands are still there, it may only be a symbolic lift.

If it gets burned, it will hurt.
"Tick-tock-"

It was the sound of falling water.

She shook her head, and the black ash rose one after another with her movements, but she didn't pay attention, and only looked at the black dragon who was trying to extinguish the flames on her body with tears.

"Don't cry, my magic has already involved the deepest mystery. I have no regrets in my life, and I don't have anyone who needs to send roses. If I live any longer, I will just wait to die."

She smiled mischievously: "Should I be lucky at this time, I am a witch who cannot love and be loved?"

"Having said that, they should be shocked by my actions against the will of the gods, because they always thought I was a white witch, but they don't know that every black witch starts from a white witch, but it's not a pity, The power brought to me by blasphemy is really great! It’s a pity you didn’t see the red lotus I drew at the end, it’s so beautiful!!”

She babbled a lot, as if she wanted to review all the things that came to her mind from the time she remembered.

Unfortunately, her time is running out.

She closed her mouth and turned her head quietly.

Like when she came, there was nothing behind her.

The bright smile on the girl's face gradually faded away, replaced by a faint flickering, unspeakable loneliness.

"Hey, little guy."

"You say they can win this war?"

"Can they regain peace?"

"them."

"Will you remember me?"

The girl lay on her back on the ground, closed her eyes, and softly sang softly the soft ballad created by her mother, who had passed away long ago and couldn't even remember her face clearly, in order to lull her to sleep peacefully in the middle of the night.

"Under the moonlight, our time has come;"

"Under the moonlight, we fly to the sky;"

"By moonlight, we close our eyes;"

"Under the moonlight, let's rest."

(End of this chapter)