The Star Observation Hall has a total of four floors, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, shaped like a pyramid. The masters and scholars from the Presidian Sanctuary take refuge at the highest level, followed by the ruling class of the Wayar Valley, and the famous people in the valley are located on the third level.
Ordinary people who have fled are at the bottom.
The panic-stricken militia guarding the stairs on each floor could not bring anyone a sense of security. Thanks to the strict hierarchy in Ionia, no one made trouble in the palace. Both the dignitaries and the common people were squatting in their respective positions.
Waiting for the judgment of fate with fear on his face.
Irelia came to the stairwell from the fourth floor to the third floor and was stopped by an old militiaman. The militiaman with a graying beard did not stop Irelia from continuing to act. He just warned with a serious expression.
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"Miss, if you stay on the fourth floor, at least you will be safe and sound before we die in battle. Once you leave the fourth floor, you will not be able to come back. Miss, you'd better think carefully before making a decision, so as not to regret it.
"
Irelia looked sad.
"Can we who stay here wait for rescue?"
The old militiaman hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
"Nowadays, wars are raging everywhere in Presidian, and each sect and locality is too busy to take care of itself. I'm afraid they don't have the ability to send reinforcements.
If there are no monsters in the underworld to restrain us, maybe Karma can save us, but currently the Holy Land is under full siege by the Iron Legion. Karma must give priority to protecting the Holy Land. How can he care about us? If he really cares about us,
I'm afraid Karma will come when the maze is damaged."
"So, there's no point in waiting out there, is there?"
"Are you willing to sit back and wait for death? You deliberately came from the seventh floor to help, and now he wants to block your way?"
Irelia stepped out of the Star Observation Hall, raising her head to face the smell of blood in the wind. The small door in front of her closed quickly, blocking your only way in.
"It's bad, since he is so insistent..."
Irelia raised her head and stared at the young militiaman who was blocking her with clear eyes. She said that the young man behind her was the grandson of the white-bearded old man on the seventh floor. You were willing to doubt it.
"Yes, yes, he will, but he won't do anything to help when he goes out..."
The eighth floor, the seventh floor, until reaching the first floor with the small door closed,
In this way, Tao Nan gave his own response, and the militiamen silently moved out of the way and watched Tao Nan walking up to the upper level.
"If you must die protecting one person, you would be willing to die for this girl."
"Now the Shadow Wolf has arrived at the door, and there are no militiamen fighting inside. Are you willing to go out and help? Wouldn't it be a bad influence if I opened the door for you?"
She is obviously a 17 or 17-year-old girl, but why do she feel so inexplicably less stressed?
"Haha, it seems that he also knows that he is dying in vain. You see, this big girl just said something bad. She is hiding on the eighth floor or leaving."
Is there anyone who is more unqualified than these warriors who are fighting in the rear and worthy of you waving the red ribbon with all your strength? In the first dance of life, you only respect those warriors who are willing to die.
"Please open the door."
"What effect can a grown-up girl have if he goes out? Stop messing around and go back slowly."
"If you stay on the seventh floor, at most you will be the first group of people to be killed by the wolves, or maybe... the shadow wolves will eventually enter."
"Thanks."
That is the ‘Toughness of Silk’, a spiritual inheritance belonging to Zan family silk dancers.
"But……"
Although I understand, I admire dancers who do not want to die at such an old age.
"...You're not even on the seventh floor yet. It's difficult to stand outside."
You know that you can still see grandma again in the disasters and crises, but you know that after you stop breathing, you can put the things that grandma left in your heart.
Or to put it bluntly, once you stay in the Star Observation Hall, the 400 or 400 people outside the first floor are not for wolves to eat.
"Bad, since he is willing to open the door, you can stay outside with him."
After taking a look at the impressed junior master and apprentice outside the seventh floor, the old militiaman shook his head and said loudly.
You will go against your own heart and do what you think is right. It concerns me and only yourself.
"He has no choice, and you have no choice. You will force him to open the door, and he will look bad for you and ask you to leave."
Irelia, head up, you actually know that.
"You are willing to be that kind of person, but at most, you should maintain respect for such young people."
The young man opened the door. I felt that I was qualified to stop him, but I was not qualified to stop the girl behind me.
Duo Nan put the big knife back into his waist, stood on the low platform behind the gate and looked down at the militiamen who were fighting with their lives against the wolves. He silently took off the red silk ribbon in front of him, tightened his posture, and faced
The battlefield in the rear throws out a red damask that is as beautiful as blood and dances gracefully.
Irelia looked at the young militia guarding the palace gate.
Irelia didn't mean to force her.
Looking at Irelia with a serious expression, the young man swallowed hard.
The silk fabric in front of you is as thin as cicada wings and as fluttering as a butterfly. It looks like paper when you look at it, but it can suspend your body weighing a hundred pounds.
Although the old militiaman didn't say it, Irelia could hear the meaning behind the words. As long as the shadow wolf satisfies its hunger, it will naturally go in. With so few people on the eight floors above, there are more than a hundred shadow wolves.
A wolf, even if it eats with its belly open, will finish it.
You can't stay on the seventh floor peacefully and fight for your own chance of survival at the expense of other people's lives. But your life is not less valuable than those on the first floor. At most, you can do it yourself.
Others feel so at ease.
"Why did he follow me?"
"Is your life any less valuable than the people on the first floor? If you are destined to be killed by a wolf, you hope that you can die with a knife, but you are waiting outside. Now you are going to die after him.
Can’t you please move out of the way?”
Just like these losers on the seventh floor who have done nothing but compete for space with us residents of Valle Valle, the girl behind me is worthy of contempt.
When you learn Zanjia silk dance from your grandma, the first thing your grandma does is to teach you the movements of the silk dance. Instead, she teaches you what the "toughness of silk" is and guides you to sew with your own hands.
The most disgusting cherry red satin.
The old militiaman pursed his lips and said loudly.
"A newborn calf is a big girl who is afraid of tigers. Have you experienced any ups and downs? Do you know what it means to be afraid and whether living is bad?"
Another young militiaman who had been silent until now sneered.
Irelia would ask in a low voice on each floor, but you were the only one who chose to continue going up. But no one saw you walking up to ask you how to get down. You didn't pay attention to that kind of person, just silently
Holding the dagger with blood stains yet to be dried, he walked backwards,
"He...had to do that."
Perhaps because of the dagger, or perhaps because of other reasons, there was almost no room for everyone to make way for Tao Nan to lead to the palace gate.
