In the dimness, the lights gradually dimmed, a white light appeared in the sky, and the night passed like this.

He lay on the corner of the street, staring at the empty street, which gradually became lively as time went by, with pedestrians coming and going, some carrying briefcases, some carrying school bags, and some carrying bags. They are in a hurry, but they all have their own directions.

He sat blankly until noon, when the staff squatted on the corner of the street, eating lunch boxes. When he finally remembered what she had said, he struggled to his feet, got on the float to the Uptown, and came to the War Museum.

It is a magnificent building, with a towering courtyard, a vast hall, and a ridge like an oriental dragon, which is proudly gazing at the sky. Walking through the door, you can see that there is no end in sight to the far-reaching hall, and the floor is paved with crystal clear terrazzo, reflecting the gorgeous crystal lamps on the ceiling. The white jade pillars stand quietly, quiet and solemn.

Iron slag strolls through it, and everywhere you see it is some ingenious works of art, which are dazzling and dazzling. He didn't have much appreciation for art, nor did he have much interest, just looking at it casually.

Inadvertently, he walked into a special exhibition hall where instead of artwork, some old weapons and power armor were displayed.

From a distance, there is a sword stuck in the display case in the middle of the exhibition hall. It was a single-edged straight sword, exactly like his Fengyao. He walked over in three steps and two steps, and in front of the display case, his eyes widened, and he saw that the hilt of the sword was engraved with two ancient characters - Guangyao.

The sword of the ancestors was actually displayed in someone else's museum. Suddenly, unspeakable grief welled up in his heart, almost making him unable to breathe. At this moment, he finally noticed that the qiē displayed around him was the power armor of the Holy Wolf Guardian.

There is a dawn, a nightingale, and a colossus, and they stand there quietly, as if silently telling the vastness of time. He couldn't help but think of Valhalla, of Kozan carefully wiping them, so reverent, so solemn.

However, they are now displayed here as trophies for people to see.

Quietly, he just stood quietly like this, watching ......

I don't know how long it was, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours, but suddenly a boy's voice came from behind him.

"Mom, look, there's a sword there, it's so majestic, let's go over and see if it's okay~" A little boy shouted pointing to a display case not far away.

"Don't go over, kid, it's an evil weapon, it's stained with innocent blood." The little boy's mother stopped him.

"Evil weapons?" The little boy looked puzzled.

"yes, that's a weapon used by infidels." The little boy's mother said.

"Mom, what a heretic?" The little boy asked curiously.

"They are a group of evil worms...... "the little boy's mother said slowly, "a long, long time ago, they were strong and powerful beyond ordinary people, and they bullied the weak and bullied others, and wreaked havoc on the whole world. They burned, killed and looted everywhere, even the elderly and children, they were so vicious and unconscionable that they wantonly destroyed our beautiful home, and they were like a swarm of hungry locusts, and everywhere they went, there was no grass ......"

"It's scary......"

"Baby, don't be afraid, they don't have zài anymore." She comforted the boy, and then said, "Then our ancestors put on their golden armor, drew their silver swords, and charged at them......

"In the end, in the end?" The little boy asked anxiously, his eyes shining with excitement.

"In the end, our ancestors fought bloodily and wiped them all out, like bedbugs that rushed into the sewers, and with a bang, they were all washed away."

After listening to the story, the little boy lowered his head, was silent for a while, clenched his little fist, looked at his mother, stretched his immature little face, and said: "When I grow up, I will also become a brave warrior like our ancestors, and destroy those filthy insects." ”

"Brave baby~You're really your mother's pride~" "When I grow up, I still have to protect my mother from those evil insects." "Hmm~Baby~"

Listening to the conversation between the little boy and his mother, Iron Slag fell silent for a long time. It was only at this moment that he truly realized the cruelty of the victors in writing history.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a mottled battle armor in the dim candle flame.

"At the last moment, he detonated his power furnace......"

He remembered the time when he inherited the sword in Valhalla.

"You don't need to thank them."

"Because he is Nohae Norseth, you have the right to inherit his sword."

The gentle voice seemed to ring in my ears again......

Their glory, their dedication, who can remember? They threw their heads and spilled their blood, but today, one hundred and eighty years later, they are being watched and scolded like clowns!

Is their blood in vain, their sacrifices in vain, and their dignity in trampling on at will!

Ask the world, who can give them justice, and who can give them justice.

If he can't be connected by blood, then who else in this world is willing to prove their blood and glory, prove their kindness and bravery, and prove their love for this world.

The fire is burning, the blood is boiling.

A stream of heat gushed out from his chest, breaking through the invisible shackles. He ran to the side stairwell, pushed open the fire door, and rushed in.

In an instant, the insect shell was added, and the six legs soared into the sky! The talents dormant in his blood, in response to his grief and indignation, have returned to him. He just wanted to roar wildly and roar out all the knots in his heart.

But in the end, all the anger turned into silent tears......

After a long time, when he returned to the showcase, his gaze had regained its former calm.

At this moment, he is still the same person, but he is no longer the same person. His soul had been torn to pieces, then re-solidified in the fire and lava.

A cluster of fire, burning in the heart, faint, but incomparably firm.

Through the thick glass, he caressed the blade of the sword and whispered, "One day, I will take you home, to the end of the world, to our Valhalla." ”

"There, you will be surrounded by flowers of the ice field, and your ears will be haunted by eternal hymns......"

The calm voice, slow but sure, stood like a wall of steel.

Seven days after leaving the museum, Tie Slag recalled Wang Hu, Match, and Bai Xiaoyun back to the academy. The next morning, on the eve of dawn, Iron Slag took them, Qin Ke'er, and Mu Qianhe to a secluded place by Egret Lake.

Looking at the tranquil lake, Iron Slag took a deep breath, then turned around, bowed to the five people, and said solemnly, "Friends, please witness for me." ”

"Okay." Wang Hu, Match, and Bai Xiaoyun nodded in turn. They didn't ask anything because they understood what it meant to "testify."

"Hmm." After continuing the three of them, Qin Ke'er nodded in response, although she didn't know what the iron slag wanted to do, she already felt the solemnity of the atmosphere. The man in front of him seems to have changed and become a stranger......

"Hmm." Looking at the man in front of him, Mu Qianhe felt a heartache for no reason, as if he had suddenly lost something important. It felt like a piece of my heart had been torn apart. But she hesitated for a moment, but nodded silently.

"Qin Ke'er, Mu Qianhe......" Tie Slag looked at the two girls and said slowly, "I'm not called Zhang Tie, nor is my name Sa Chirp." ”

"I know, your name is Iron Slag." Qin Ke'er said.

"Remember...... "Iron Slag," said Iron Slag earnestly, "my full name is Iron Slag Norses, and I am a brilliant kindling. After saying that, he slowly knelt down under the surprised gaze of the two women, facing north.

The dawn of dawn appeared in the sky, and he seemed to return to the collapsed temple and see the figure standing in front of the fire.

"When you really understand the world, experience the love and hatred of the world, and see the prosperity and prosperity."

"If at that moment, you still want to become a holy wolf guardian, then please swear in your heart."

"No matter where you are, we will hear your oath."

"I've figured it out." He said to the figure in front of the fire, and he said to his heart. Then, he took the organ from his bosom and held it in the palm of his hand.

In the faint morning light, the surface of the lake sparkled and rippled gently, and the low chanting voice was heard far away......

Winter is coming, and eternal night is coming.

On the eve of darkness, I will put on the armor of my father, and from now on I will watch the glorious flame until I die.

I will listen to the teachings of my ancestors, observe the ancient precepts, and remember the glory of the past.

I will not fight for honor or disgrace, nor will I seek power.

My sword is not unsheathed for fame and fortune, my shield is not lifted up to the good, my eyes are not resting on money and beauty, my blood is not boiling for worldly love and hatred.

I am the silent pillar, the guardian in front of the altar.

I am the bell that rings the dawn, swooping down on the feathers of the flames, tearing through the claws of darkness, the last line of defense of the temple.

I vow to stay here, day and night, year and month, for the rest of my life.

Listening to the oath of the iron slag, the tears of the two women could not stop flowing. They seemed to be able to hear the determination from the deepest part of their souls in his voice. He was no longer the gentle man he used to be.

Between them, there is no future......

Crystal teardrops, reflecting the lonely but tenacious back, in that vague haze, Qin Ke'er suddenly had a hint of enlightenment, as if a window in her heart had been opened.

A person who has no home, but sincerely yearns for his home, even if he gives up the qiē in front of him, he must pursue the glory that belongs to his home. And she has this qiē, but she dislikes her home and wants to escape from that beautiful homeland.

No......

She was going back to the Far East, because there was her family, and her faith.