"Mr. Dever, what do you think of life and death?"

Faced with the student's question, Dever pondered for a moment before opening up. His voice was still gloomy: "Everything has a law, there is a beginning and an end, and there is a beginning and an end." Life is the same, it is like a journey, there is a day to start and a day to end the journey. Since you can't change the ending, it's just a mediocrity to be afraid, it's better to focus on life. Try to do what you want to do during your journey and let yourself go as freely as you want. ”

"Teacher, your efforts will eventually come to naught, how can you not be afraid of death?"

"I'm not talking about working for wealth and power, I'm working for myself." Defer pointed to himself and smiled all over the gloomy: "What does it have to do with me whether what others say is right or wrong?" It's okay for me to think I'm right, do I need someone to tell me what's right or wrong? If I am constrained by the so-called worldly concepts, will it not be a waste of my precious life?! If you want to live, live happily! ”

Qingyi turned to the other side: "Teacher Jiangchen, what do you think of life and death?" ”

Faced with the student's question, the general clapped his hands and shouted: "'Life is a lifetime, grass and trees are autumn'!" Compared with the universe of heaven and earth, human life is as short as a meteor, why not live vigorously? Manly man, since he has come to this world for a while, if he doesn't do a great job, it will be in vain! If a person dies and works hard to come to naught, then he doesn't work hard? Then eat all day long and wait for death? Joke! The living only need to think about the living, and the dead don't care about anything else! I appreciate you very much about this, if you can't live for a hundred years, it's better to leave a stink for ten thousand years, hahaha! If you want to live, live a wonderful life! ”

Qingyi lowered his head and thought for a while, then turned to the god of death: "Now, I'm not so afraid of you. ”

The Grim Reaper was still expressionless.

"Even I think it's ridiculous. I've killed so many people that I've become so numb that I think it's a simple act - kill the other person, and the other person dies. A murderer like me is suddenly afraid of death...... That's because I'm reluctant. I can't bear the bits and pieces in "Qiankun", I can't bear the memories of getting along with Mrs. Green, I can't bear to many, many more. Once I die, I forget everything, forget myself. The last thing I want to lose is 'myself'. ”

"'Death' is not simple at all. We always thought that we were dancing with death, but when the cruelty of death was revealed, we found that we could not do anything. Ah, death is like a dream, a sudden dream, a dream that you won't wake up...... Once again, I realized that 'life is precious' and realized it more deeply. People always have to wait for loss before they can learn to cherish, and it is precisely because I know that death takes everything, so I cherish everything I have now. ”

"Loss is sad, but there is joy and sorrow, and life is complete. There are two sides to everything. Without death, the world would not be a better place, and I am afraid that countless tragedies would have occurred. So, I no longer think of death as hateful and hateful. I had a reverence for death. Qingyi smiled: "I'm not so afraid of you anymore." I guess 'everything will pass away without leaving a trace' isn't really the core of your teachings, right? ”

There was no expression in Death's eyes: "The core of my teachings is 'true tranquility after death'. ”

"Any god is a creature of the imagination, and people exaggerate, worship, and fear a concept...... In the midst of countless emotions and beliefs, the gods were born. Qingyi said very seriously: "But you are different from other gods, for you, true power does not need to be believed. Your divine power can only grow if you make people fear death. ”

Death nodded: "Isn't it sad that everyone is trying their best to survive, living tired, and not having a single day of peace, but still having a love for survival?" If you're tired, I'll take you away. ”

A translucent panel appeared in front of Qingyi's eyes:

"Would you like to?"

"A. Freeze or unfreeze the character of a target player."

"B. Freeze or unfreeze your character."

"C, do nothing."

Qingyi clicked on C and said with a smile: "I haven't played enough now, I don't feel tired, let's talk about it if I have a chance." Okay, I'm done with my question, so let's get on with the conversation. With that, he jumped down, and was immediately bounced off by the mushroom, and the javelin shot higher higher.

"Why are you kid going?" The general tilted his head and yelled upward.

"Go see the view!" Qingyi dropped a sentence.

The biggest difference between Necronomicon and regular maps is the lighting, which also makes Necronomicon a bit cooler than other places. The World Tree drops by 6 degrees Celsius for every kilometer it goes on, and the in-game climate has entered winter, so the upper part of the World Tree is already covered with frost, and even snowflakes are falling into the air. In a patch of ice and snow, there are clusters of blue flames, and the combination of stillness and movement brings a strange beauty, which is cold to the hearts of the viewers.

Because it is not suitable for survival in low temperature environments, cloud mushrooms have gradually become scarce and even completely disappeared. Luckily, the branches began to grow here, and even if the climber stumbled, nine times out of ten they would fall on the dense foliage (soul fire). Qingyi observed the thickness of each branch, and commanded the black streamers to climb in all directions, and after several hardships, he was finally able to touch the clouds of death. From this height, the clouds appear to be a very large ceiling.

After entering the cloud of dead air, the soul wavelength is also hindered, and the range that the [Soul Force Field] can encompass is limited, but it is enough for Qingyi to find a suitable climbing route. Ice formed on his ribs, and sometimes several large movements made a cracking sound on his body, which frightened him to quickly check the attributes, for fear that his own bones were frozen and shattered. Of course, this is just unfounded, the white bone tyrant is all "holy bones", the bone material is better than any metal, minus forty or fifty degrees Celsius can be used as a pickaxe to chisel solid ice, not so easy to break.

I don't know how long it took to climb, but there was a white light in front of him, and he finally crawled out of the dead clouds! Black smoke began to rise from his body, dead breath steamed by the sun, and they were blown away by the cold wind. Although his soul value dropped dramatically, he didn't care, just looking up at the sun that emitted infinite light and heat. At this moment, he felt more relaxed and happy than ever.

It's good to be alive!

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Evening.

On the corpse wetland, the war has entered the final stage, although the two gods still have not decided the winner. Skoll spared no expense in honor and gold (although he didn't need to pay for it) to buy various items to stop the onslaught of the living army. It can be said that he burned 200,000 gold coins in one day today alone, which is equivalent to demolishing a middle-level city.

After the soldiers were divided into three routes, all three armies encountered the first class of freedom, of which only Skoll encountered the real thing, and the other two were magic items from the hands of skilled craftsmen. However, this "bluff" did work, and Neve fell for it and carefully chose to withdraw her troops and return to support Scowl; Frangi, on the other hand, remained sober and captured the city in one fell swoop. At present, one city has been recovered, and one city is to be recovered.

When Nave learned that she had made a mistake in judgment, she blamed herself and never spoke. Skoll didn't bother to bother after a few words of comfort, instead smirking at a glass bottle containing a white powdery object, which had been sent by the Joint Research Center in the rear. He raised his hand and rubbed his chin, his voice trembling with excitement: "This thing can really turn the tide of battle...... Within a week, I'm going to leave the creatures dead with no place to bury! ”

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Astant, in a house in a certain city.

Perls sat down in a chair and asked a few twilight swordsmen to clean his wounds. Because he had been wounded by arrows, the swordsmen tore his clothes near the wounds, sawed off the shafts of the arrows, and carefully cut through the flesh of the wounds with their knives to pull out the arrows. The monks stepped forward at dusk, poured the "embryonic body tissue fluid", and pasted the "baby band-aid", and finally used [Dark Healing • Dusk's Pity] to take care of Perls in every possible way.

Stygeons stood in the living room, chatting with a man in a black robe, "Thank you so much. I almost thought I was going to hang up, haha! ”

"You have a very cheerful personality, you must know that the enemy is the Holy See." The black-robed man smiled arrogantly. He was about twenty years old, a fair-looking handsome young man, with thick and soft brown hair, which made him a little gentle; His eyebrows are always raised high, so that his eyes can express his disdain and contempt for others without hesitation; His eyes are rich black, but if you stare at them for a long time, you will see a pair of red points of light floating up from the black, which makes people very uncomfortable; His robes were dark in color, but the collar and cuffs were embroidered with Mithril with bands of runes containing dark magic; He wears a skull with a Mithril chain on his belt, which appears to have been soaked in some kind of potion, taking on a vivid red. Even indoors, he looked left and right, one hand resting on the skull, and the other clutching a small bone staff, in a defensive stance. Judging by the size, the body of the staff seems to be made of a complete child's arm bone, and the five finger bones are firmly stuck with a black crystal the size of a pigeon's egg - a priceless Death Star crystal!

"Cheerful? I can't help it, I was born. Stygian looked at the other party's expression, and couldn't help laughing and patting him on the shoulder: "Hey, relax!" We've gotten rid of the enemy long ago! ”

The handsome little man in the black robe grinned when he was patted, and quickly pulled the hand of the underworld aside, raised his eyebrows, and muttered: "My life is so precious, how can I not be wary of danger?" ”

"By the way, the situation was urgent just now, and I didn't ask your name yet?" Stygian asked with a smile.

The handsome little man in the black robe had a dark face, and his mouth was crooked: "Didn't I tell you just now?!" ”

"Huh? That must have been forgotten, hahaha! You also know, the other party is the Holy See, where do I have the heart to remember other things? And you say it again? ”

Glaring at the Underworld fiercely (this glance was still smug), the handsome little man in the black robe coughed, straightened his chest, and his tone suddenly deepened: "I am the head of the 'Dark Church' in Astant, Grigory Rasputin, a total of one hundred and fifty-three necromancers are at my disposal!" My father was one of the four deacons of the Dark Council—"

"Stop, stop, it's enough for me to know your name, your father's name is exempt, I can't remember it anyway."

Originally, the handsome little guy was trying to put on a detached, chic, and powerful appearance, but when he was interrupted by the underworld, he was so angry that his eyes flashed a fierce light, and his image suddenly collapsed. At this time, a middle-aged man with a haggard face next to him hurriedly whispered: "Young Master Rasputin, there is still business to do." ”

"Got it, Diesel." With a snort, Rasputin reluctantly stretched out his left hand and shook it in front of the underworld. He lowered his voice again, making his tone seem unfathomable: "The 'Dark Church' is very optimistic about you, and on behalf of the 'Dark Church', I would like to work with you in the Twilight Empire-"

"Thank you very much! We'll be good brothers from now on! Styx grabbed the other's hand and smiled heartily.

"Aligned with you...... Let me finish! ”