Still alone, Grush braved the cold wind and walked through the mountains and forests.

He had a naïve idea of ending the war and marched to the front.

Along the way, the trip was often delayed due to some bad things, but even so, Grush walked on the way to the battlefield at the expected pace.

He reduced his rest time, and as a result, he was now very sleepy, feeling like he could fall asleep at any time with his eyes open.

Dragging his tired body, Grush stepped forward step by step, and with each step, the distance between him and the battlefield shortened by a point.

This war has been going on long enough, and the people have suffered enough, no matter who the warring parties are or what their purpose is, he will go to the battlefield and end this war - if neither side wants to end the war and insists on fighting, he will destroy one of them and force this war to end!

Grush had sensed something was wrong with his mentality, but ...... He doesn't feel like solving this 'problem'.

In that town, he had eliminated his confusion, not according to the path that had been laid out for him, but by his own heart, which had shown him the way forward, even if it was 'wrong' for others, it was enough for him to be 'right'.

The word 'legend' represents not only 'power', but also 'heart'!

Without a strong enough will to support them, it is impossible for anyone to become a 'legend', because they cannot use the 'essence' of 'legend' and cannot show 'legendary posture'.

Every 'legend' is paranoid, maybe they don't care much about other things, but if they touch the 'heart' and the 'will', they will become a bunch of crazy people, frantically pursuing the ideas in their hearts.

There is no absolute 'right' and 'wrong' in the world, every 'legend' insists on the 'right' in their own mind, even if they themselves know that their 'right' is not necessarily right for others, and may even be 'wrong', they will still stick to it without hesitation.

Because they are worthy of the 'heart'!

Because it's 'pure', it's powerful!

Grush himself knows very well that even if he has become a 'legend', but it was forcibly promoted by Karl's crown, compared to other legendary powerhouses, he is just a child, except for having a 'heart' and 'will', he has nothing else that a legend should have.

His body was already extremely tired, and if he continued to walk like this, he would definitely be dragged down by 'exhaustion'.

'Let's go ...... then,' he said to himself, 'and go to the next village, and rest for two days.' It's not far from the front line, but it's already been captured by the royal army, so it shouldn't be a big problem. ’

He comforted himself so much in his heart, made a promise to himself, and just like that, he dragged his tired body on.

Even if they are walking through the mountains and forests, because of the influence of the temperature, many wild beasts are hiding, not to mention that Grush is a 'legend', unlike humans, the intuition of wild beasts is very keen, even if Grush is tired to this extent, they do not dare to come forward to 'hunt'.

After walking for a long time, Grush saw a faint wisp of cooking smoke in the sky, and his eyes did not change, but he adjusted his course and walked in the direction of the smoke rising.

In such a place, Grush did not feel any strange movement, so it was very likely that the smoke was man-made, whether there was a village or not, but there were people anyway, maybe a hunter's hut.

Anyway, he just wants to find a place to rest now, or he'll definitely collapse on the road.

His head was drowsy, and if he hadn't looked up from time to time to look in the direction where the smoke was, Grush would have gone crookedly.

Now he didn't have any sense of direction, driven by his tired body, his muddy consciousness led the way, leading him step by step to the direction where the wisp of smoke rose.

Holding the scabbard in his right hand, he used the long sword as a stick, and with his left hand, he held the 'artifact' called [The Principle of Justice] in his arms.

This is the 'Holy Warrior', but Grush is a little crazier than the average Paladin.

The Paladins were a bunch of lunatics in the eyes of others, and Grush happened to be the 'craziest' of them all.

Clergy are the easiest profession to touch because they are strong in their faith and will, but at the same time, they are also the most difficult profession to become 'legendary' because they give everything they have to their faith.

A 'legend' like Grush' is not an exception among the priests, especially when a priest who has little power, but who has enough faith and strong will, is favored by the gods, a 'legend' is born.

A strong will allowed Grush to keep going, even if his body was already overdrawn, if he wasn't a priest, he might have fallen on the road.

With an unhurried pace, Grush's eyes widened as he stared blankly at the approaching wisp of smoke.

As the distance shortened, the wisp of smoke became thicker and thicker, and it was no longer appropriate to describe it as 'a wisp', but it should be 'a wisp' - a thick smoke rising up!

Gray-black smoke drifted in Grush's vision, and it took him a few minutes before he woke up because of his drowsy head.

"That's ...... What?"

Grush's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong!

He walked in the cold wind, the cold air enveloped him, and suddenly a warm wind blew in front of him, startling him.

His eyes swirled in his sockets, and Grushh broke out in a cold sweat as he began to recall the vague memories in his mind.

He remembered that the smoke of the cooking, which was not much different from the white clouds, was slowly dyed gray-black, and the ashes danced with the wind, and were swept up into the sky by the wind and appeared in front of his eyes...... However, he was unconscious!

"Hmm......" Grush clutched his forehead in pain, and his brain, which had not been well-rested because of a little 'thinking', began to rebel against his control.

"No, I've got to go see ......"

Grush gritted his teeth, knocked on the door of his head with his gloved hand, cleared himself up a little, and looked up in the direction where the smoke was rising, "I need to go and see!"

Once again, his stiff body was manipulated by his will, and Grushh grabbed his weapon and 'book', opened his legs, and sped away.

Rustle!

Cutting through the bushes, over the stream, and down the hillside, Grush, completely ignoring the resistance of his body and brain, ran madly—

He had a sense of foreboding!

With his eyes fixed on the front, Grush gasped and inhaled the air that had gone from 'cold' to 'warm'.

It was no longer cold, and Grush seemed to have jumped from 'winter' to 'summer', but it wasn't what he wanted.

'No cries, no cries for help......

There was no silence around, at least he could hear the panicked roars of many birds and beasts, as they were 'fleeing'!

Why?

Grush could already feel the temperature rising, and he could see the firelight shining.

The temperature was hot, but his heart was cold.

Grush ran out of the woods and onto the 'road', which was undoubtedly man-made.

However, his speed slowly slowed down, and his legs were not moving, and he stood on the road 'outside the village', looking at the snow-covered fields on both sides, and looking ahead......

Burning villages.