Back in time a year ago, the nomadic tribe finally passed through the Boiling Swamp, crossed the wasteland, and entered the Miracle Plains.
The little girl has grown into a big girl, although she still likes to sit alone in the corner and quietly weave wheat straw dragonflies.
It was an ordinary afternoon, and an Ogu City businessman named "Rikka" and her companion "Boom" walked into the clan gate.
The animal skin trade between Rikka and the old patriarch, the scenes of Boom and the children laughing, the face slowly rising from the shadows. The girl looked at Boom, her eyes filled with envy.
Freedom is the ability to eat and sleep, and the mood to go wherever you want. It is laziness in busy work, reverie in sleep, and a little wish for warm sunshine.
The girl wants to eat, play and chat with her tribe members. But as a "holy girl", she has to hide in the corner and never be seen.
This was the intention of the old clan leader, and it was also her own plan. She did not want to see any clan member die because of her, let alone weave wheatgrass dragonflies again.
However, a farce began. Rikka hid her figure in the crowd. And the boy named Boom presented a black staff.
Magic power continued to surge in the air, and the collision of spells buzzed. In the end, Boom defeated the arrogant noble young man, but was stuffed into the carriage by the royal cavalry who arrived.
The tribe once again fell victim to the magician's perfect decoration after the battle. "Get out of Ogu City!" This was the last voice she heard.
The old clan leader looked at the bloody sunset and let out a long sigh. The clan members put away their tents one after another and walked towards the north overnight.
They have experienced too many things and witnessed the birth and death of countless companions. Therefore, it is naturally not surprising for such a barbaric request.
As members of the nomadic tribe, they have long been accustomed to this kind of life, to the grasslands in each principality, and to the same stars and moon above their heads.
One carriage after another moved forward slowly, and the girl followed quietly at the end, holding a wheatgrass dragonfly in her hand. This was her first encounter with Boom, and the latter left a deep impression on her.
He is not afraid of the nobles, and even appears calm and comfortable in front of the Royal Cavalry. Boom's figure takes root in the girl's heart, and quickly breaks out of the ground.
After entering the Principality of Xisai overnight, the tribe finally stopped on the Golden Halberd Plain. Life became peaceful again, and the girl shrank in the shadows all day long.
However, fate is like an audience that is still unfinished, shouting and shouting. In the end, Boom and Rikka appear again, although their appearance has changed.
The old patriarch was taken away by the two men, but returned a few hours later. The girl stuck her head out of the shadows, praying that nothing bad would happen again.
The order to migrate again was issued, and the tribesmen had no reason to complain about it, because it was a power that only belonged to the strong. The girl looked at the figure that was gradually moving away, and wanted to say something, but finally chose to remain silent. p>
The nomadic tribe packed their bags, but when they were about to set off, they were stopped by countless thin swords. The Cisse cavalry came to the camp, and Christo, the lord of Newk City, slowly walked over.
The nomadic tribe was judged to be King Ogu's spies, and coupled with Christo's hatred of the royal city, they were directly sentenced to death.
The screams rang out again, and the warriors drew their scimitars. Although they knew they were outmatched, there was no fear on everyone's face.
However, the old patriarch took the girl's hand and instantly pulled her into the main tent. Ignoring his bleeding arm, he tremblingly stuffed a small hourglass into the girl's arms.
"Little girl, do you still remember your identity? You are the grace of the old god and the hope of our nomadic tribe." The old patriarch said with a smile.
"This is a magic weapon left by the old gods. As for its use, you need to study it yourself. Flee into the High Garden, which is the most suitable hiding place."
After the old man said this, without any further hesitation, he directly pushed the girl into the secret passage behind him. This was the secret escape path he left for his tribe, but now he can only save the girl.
In the dark narrow corridor and on the back slope of the small mound fifty meters away, the sound of collapse completely disappeared. The girl bit her lips and watched the tribesmen falling to the ground one after another.
"Are you the patriarch? Hand over your so-called saint, and I can show mercy." Christo looked at the old man and said slowly.
"Mercy? Sir, how do you plan to show mercy? Look at the corpses around!" The old man stood in front of the few warriors and roared.
"Letting you die happily is my greatest kindness. Since you have become King Ogu's lackey, you must think of this ending."
Christo raised his foot and trampled the tribesmen who were still alive, and then used the bonfire in the camp to leisurely grill meat skewers.
"Since you are the incarnation of the devil, why do you need to talk nonsense? The saint is the only tribe member who escaped, and I will definitely not betray her."
The old man laughed loudly and motioned to the warriors behind him to put down their scimitars. Although he was not a professional, he had lived for most of his life and could naturally sense the opponent's arrogant strength.
The dark green branches twisted wildly under the night, Christo's eyes were blood red, and he kept repeating the name of his deceased wife in his heart. He hated the people of the Royal City and hated everything related to the Royal City.
The old man was tightly restrained in mid-air, and the slowly squirming branches were covered with sharp thorns. These sharp thorns cut through his skin, penetrated into his flesh, and finally wrapped around his heart.
Time seemed to become very sticky at this moment. The old man did not let out a scream, but turned his gaze to the night sky. The bright moon was still white and the stars were still bright.
In the end, the old man turned into pieces of meat, and these pieces of meat were also absorbed by the dark green tree. Christo put away the giant sword, turned around and walked towards Newk City.
As for those strong men, they were tied with iron chains by the Cisse cavalry. They had only one fate, and that was to be imprisoned and end their lives after suffering all kinds of pain.
The camp returned to calm again, but this calmness exuded a strong breath of death. The girl stood in the shadows, staring blankly at everything in front of her.
The cold corpses of babies and women, the huge torn leather tents, and countless bloody scimitars. She numbly raised the bonfire, and then burned everything.
Walking on the Golden Halberd Plain, the girl didn't care about the warnings of the beasts and walked straight into the distance. She didn't want to think, she didn't want to recall everything she had, let alone the screams of her tribesmen.
On this day, the nightshade flowers throughout the Golden Halberd Plain withered one after another, and the countless white dots danced in the air, forming the most beautiful illusion.
However, the girl didn't care about this. She held a beautiful hourglass in her hand, and the hourglass continued to absorb the blood flowing from her wound.
"There are no miracles in this world. All the people I know are dead, so what is the meaning of my existence?"
"Holy girl, she is really a ridiculous thing. It would be nice if she died too."
"Grandpa Patriarch, I will walk to the High Court to fulfill the last promise."