"I'm being followed?" First time. This thought popped up in Xu's mind. But he quickly vetoed it. He had no acquaintance with the brave, and only had a brief meeting on the day the undead invaded the village. There is no question of understanding, let alone contradiction. and. Along the way, the Xu family was in a curved direction, and they could go wherever there were many undead spirits. Sometimes they even went back a distance without a fixed route. It is meaningless to follow such a Xu system. Then, the answer is very clear.
... [As usual, you clean up the undead you meet during your journey and harvest a crop of soul fire for your own use] [You were about to leave, but unexpectedly discovered the arrival of the brave, and he seemed to be on the same road as you] 【No, to be more precise】 【It is you who came to the location of the brave man】 [The heavy rain pours down, the rain curtain is heavy. You see the brave man walking towards an old ruin with his steel armor, ignoring the crackling and violent rainwater] It rained heavily. It pours down like a waterfall. Every drop of rain will splash the mud and water pits on the ground, forming dense brown water splashes. Immediately afterwards, the rain falling from the sky will form larger and muddy puddles. "Ba" Iron boots strode in. While stepping on the puddle, my feet fell into the mud, but soon with brute force, I pulled out of the mud and began to move forward endlessly. There was obviously mud and water pouring in along the gap. The walking figure. But it is not affected by any influence. It seems that there is no consciousness and does not care about any obstacles. Xu Xu watched from a distance, watching the metal-covered figure walking into the broken ruins where beams and pillars collapsed and vines were entangled. It was once a spectacular mansion, but under the erosion of time, it has long been reduced to an uninhabited ruin.
The "Brave" seems to use it as a residence. Sit down at the entrance of the ruins that she sheltered from the whistling wind and rain. "It seems like that," Xu's sighed. From his perspective, the sky became more and more gloomy, and the storm swept through the heavy rain, forming a super-heavy rain that enveloped the vast area. Heaven and earth are tyrannical. The rain roars alone. The "brave" with rust marks on the surface of his body sat at the entrance of the ruins, watching the heavy rain calmly, with a silence that was more than sound. Although I know that the "brave" is not strong. But Xu Xin still raised his evaluation of it in his heart. "boom--!!" suddenly. Thunder tear apart the sky. The roaring sound was shaking far away, as if it was criticizing in the ears, making the wind and rain stagnate. Xu Shi didn't feel anything. He had seen more spectacular scenes and heard more terrifying sounds, so he had no expression on his face. The brave one— It seems to be trembling? Xu Shi laughed and felt that he had read it wrong. The essence of a brave man is a non-human existence, and he is a warrior who holds his sword and slashes the undead. How could he be afraid of mere thunder? "boom--!!" Another thunder sounded, and this time the thunder sounded even louder and louder. Xu sees it clearly. The "brave" who sheltered from the rain in the ruins did tremble for a moment. Moreover, as the rain became heavier and the sky became darker and dull, the "braves" slowly moved backwards, and the two wars were shaking significantly. Xu Shi: "Huh?" What's going on? The "brave" who protects many villages, wears strong armor, holds sharp swords, and fights countless undead skeletons. Are you afraid of the darkness and thunder? Even if you know that the armored man is not a real brave man.
Xu still fell into silence. "I always feel that some are too raw..." Xu Shi sighed, his mood being more complicated than teaching the witch for the first time. ... 【You saw the other side of the brave】 [That is a little-known scene that is enough to shock the villagers' chins] [When you hear the roaring thunder, you will curl up in the face of the arrival of darkness, you will have no courage to speak of, no fearlessness to talk about, and the brave act extremely fragile when you are the only oneself] [It was not until the rain passed and the sky cleared, the brave man walked out of the ruins again] 【Check your head】 【Looking at the sky】 [Faced with the outside world where the gloom is still but no longer the thunder roar, the brave man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and walked towards the distance with his long sword in his hand] 【Walking far, very far away】 [You silently observe the movements of the brave and find that the brave did not follow you. In the next time, the brave cleaned up several waves of undead to help the villagers eliminate the threat] [Someone was grateful and presented various items, saying that they would like to thank the brave] [Some people hate disgust and think that it is the undead brought by the brave and are unwilling to let the brave get close to the village] [Faced with the reaction of the villagers, the brave did not stop at all, and his pace was heavy and firm until he climbed the nearest hill] Light, hazy and dim. The breeze with a fishy smell of earth blows the remaining grass and leaves. The leaves swirled, rubbed against the edge of the sunken and rusty armor, and flew to the infinitely high sky. The brave didn't care. Just holding the newly drawn light colored flowers. Walk carefully until the top of the hill stops. The top of the mountain is very empty, but the two tombstones are particularly eye-catching. Due to the age of time, the inscriptions on it can no longer be seen clearly. Lay flat. Divide into two bunches. In the silent silence, the "Brave" divided the flowers into two parts and placed them in front of the two tombstones. "Father, mother." "I'm here to see you again." The hero said this and took off his fine steel helmet.
Xu Xi saw it. It was a shattered face, half of which had human flesh and blood, and the other half had turned into a skeleton. There was no blood in the teeth. The upper and lower parts were closed when speaking. It looked eerie and terrifying. "Is this... undead?" Xu Xi was surprised. The hero's face was clearly divided. The human part was soft and beautiful, and the undead part was pale and colorless. This should be impossible. Life and death are opposites. The soul of the living carries all emotions and all memories. The dead souls will be washed away by the past. Even if they retain the original memories, they are just new individuals with memories. This is contradictory and conflicting. The strong may ignore it, but the weak "hero" is obviously not in this category.