"Cuckoo..."

The war was over, and on the battlefield outside the town that was soaked with blood and turned black and red, everything seemed very quiet and silent except for the shrill screams of the ferocious vultures of scavengers.

At least no one wants to disturb the tranquility, right?

The Emerald Field is still the same Emerald Field, and Twilight Town is still Twilight Town, and this humble war doesn't seem to have changed anything.

For the Heruk hobgoblins, war can bring them glorious military exploits and devotion to the Mighty One, so they never tire of this never-ending battle.

Even if they die on the battlefield, their spirits will take their honorary ranks to join Magrubiya the Mighty's army on the plane of Shura.

However, for the guardians of their territories invaded by them.

Even if the war is won, the people of the town do not consider themselves victors, because each of them suffered some tragic loss more or less.

Thorne, who was standing on the tower, looked at the thick dark clouds formed by the ferocious vultures in groups on the blue sky, and was slightly ecstatic.

He watched them swooping low, screaming high and piercing as he stabbed long beaks into eyeballs that could no longer see.

They don't hover when descending to a place full of death.

In front of the feast, they head straight for their target like bees to flowers.

They are the cleansers of the wilderness, like the crawlers, the rain, and the endless wind and years.

When all this is over, only the bones will be left behind, the wailing and putrid smell will disappear, and the blood will be washed away.

Those who can prove downed intruders or things that were once personal are also carried away by the fattening birds.

Left withered bones will gradually intermingle with the dark red land.

The wind and rain dismantled the skeleton, time buried part of it, and the rest gradually became indistinguishable, and only the most attentive ranger or tracker could find something in the traces of the passage of time.

When Thorne's eyes noticed the corpses carrying the corpses into the city below, his expression was dazed. This impressive picture reminded him of some not-so-good memories.

"When a true warrior faces a battle, the expression on his face is undoubtedly worthy of recognition, because I can always hear it from their mouths: the war to defend the homeland is the most noble."

With the echo of the heavy boots, Sarayan, the lord of Twilight Town, came to Thorne's side, looked at the final winners of the **** feast with him, and said slowly.

"Is the loss big this time?" Thorne was stunned when he heard the deep voice, then looked at Sarayan who came to his side, and asked in a flat tone.

"Drag your blessing, it's... very good." Sarayan paused slightly, forcing a smile on his face.

Thorne saw the lord's true expression at a glance, so he smiled lightly and said in a comforting tone:

"Perhaps, this is also a good way to die for them. In this other world, there is nothing more respectable than fighting to defend their homeland. They are all closely related to the determination to be protected and the **** battle. together, so it's a respectable end of life for them."

"Do you know how the original inhabitants living in the wilderness live in this world?" Sarayan nodded, agreeing with Thorne's words, and then changed the conversation and asked again.

"Actually, they are similar to us. They all sacrifice their lives to protect their homes." Thorne replied seriously.

As a half-elf living in the upper urban area of ​​Waterfall Town, he is naturally familiar with these things.

However, it is a pity that when the town of Waterfall has not yet accepted their compatriots, the half-elves' seclusion life is basically quiet and peaceful.

After all, with the sheer cliffs and dense maple forests in the lower city, no evil race would do such a thankless thing to attack the town of Falls.

However, no one expected that since the development of the lower city area and turned it into a territory that exudes the smell of fireworks, this balance has been completely broken.

Thorne, who once urged half-elf leaders to accept their brethren.

Is he wrong?

Maybe he didn't understand this problem himself, so he could only use his best efforts to keep the town of Waterfall away from the pain caused by the war.

"I used to read a lot of books about pioneering and defending territories in the wilderness in the Zhanzheng Academy in the middle of the continent." Sarayan shook his head slightly, sighed, and continued:

"It is said that the closer they are to the wilderness, the stronger their sense of crisis. Especially in the civilized areas of the Northland wasteland, parents will express worry about their own life and death shortly after giving birth to their children. It haunted them for the first 12 years of their lives."

"Why? What are they worried about?" Although Thorne had guessed the general reason, he couldn't help but want to hear the other side's correct answer.

"Are they worrying about their own death? It's not about their children, it's more about themselves, and they don't want their children to die before they're old enough to remember their parents."

Sarayan looked at the ferocious vultures feasting under the tower, and said in a slightly heavy voice: "Besides their own children, who can see their appearance from the dead bones among the rubble? Write down the last glimmer of light in his eyes before you come?"

"Dude, your topic is a bit... how do you say it? It's too heavy..." Thorne was silent for a while, and after digesting Sarayan's words, he patted his shoulder a little helplessly.

In this brutal wilderness, whenever a person loses a loved one, they make up their minds to remember him or her forever in this life and this life, but the never-ending war in the wilderness often captures their full attention.

Then, as the years go by, they will no longer think of those who have passed, and if no one remembers the warriors who once sacrificed to defend their homeland, maybe he really passed away.

It's like their world, if their textbooks don't tell about the heroes who defend their territory, defend their homeland and defend their country.

So, who can remember their past achievements?

To put it simply, if he and the half-elf girl Lilia both forget his ranger mentor, who do you expect to remember forever?

Therefore, the original residents of the Northland Wasteland are worried that their children will not be able to remember their appearance, or they are worried that they will be forgotten forever after death.

The problem with all this is that they live in a never-ending war, and if the world were to be at peace, they wouldn't have this heavy worry.

"If possible, I hope that the vicious vultures that often hover outside the town will go with the wind and never come. And the voices and appearances of those who have passed will remain in memory forever, reminding us of our past pains at all times.

When the horn to guard our homeland sounds, before the invaders trample on our land again, we must make them pay a heavy price that will always be remembered.

Let them understand that the land that has been infiltrated into dark red by blood is their end, and the piercing scream of the dire vultures is the alarm bell in their ears. "