At night, the shadow of the mountain will be like a ferocious beast that chooses people to eat. It will devour those creatures that are not strong enough with its teeth and claws. Sometimes it will crush the corpses of insects into the soil and become nutrients for the roots of plants; sometimes it will crush the corpses of birds.
Flesh and blood boil with breath, igniting the firewood that supports the next body... The weak dies, and the corpse is carved with the appearance of the strong. This is the innate habit of the earth: it can generously carry thousands of miles of soil.
Every tiny wandering soul can overturn them all in an instant and turn them into ashes.
Therefore, the first sentence in the teachings of the Fertile Earth Sect is: To serve the gods of the earth, we must be as docile as we serve our parents, and as cautious as we serve animals.
There is no doubt that the Thorson Mountains are the most unpredictable, dangerous, and moody among thousands of beasts, and Rochelle is going to try to conquer it today.
The traveler stands on the top of the mountain, stepping on the deep rock formations with the solid soles of his feet that have traveled thousands of miles, overlooking all the scenes of the jungle and the strong in the endless dark night, knowing that no matter how cruel the struggle is, when the sun rises tomorrow,
Everything will still live peacefully buried in the earth and rocks, just like the alternation of countless generations in the past. Therefore, I once again felt the majestic figure and vast mind of the earth, which deeply shocked the small people.
He slowly leaned over, knelt on one knee, and grabbed a handful of soil mixed with fallen leaves, moss, decaying matter, insect corpses, rotten seeds and broken grass roots with both hands, and stared closely at their decline during their existence.
, vitality, struggle, silence, yearning, pain and uneasiness, closing eyes like praying, voice like mourning——
"O spirit in Mount Thorson."
"Walking thousands of miles away, I bring you the call of Mother Earth."
"Everything that is separated and separated will be reunited under the will of the Holy One."
"In the name of Rochelle, I challenge you."
"If I defeat your wildness, savagery and great power."
"Please allow me to take away this mountain spirit."
"To complete our common great cause."
Ouch——!
A long wolf howl suddenly sounded in the dark night, resounding through the silver moon in the sky, followed by roars of beasts one after another. The birds were frightened by the roars, scattered across the sky from the branches where they were living, and turned into countless dark clouds.
Rochelle slowly let go of her hand, and the handful of soil in her palm did not fall. Instead, it was picked up by a sudden gust of wind and flew to the distant mountain peaks. The fallen leaves were like withered butterflies, and the moss was like fluorescent lights.
The corpse of the insect regains the power to fly, the rotten seeds grow towards the silver moonlight, and the broken grass roots look for the next place to take root... The earth is decay, struggle, and at the same time a nurturing force.
After completing the ceremony, Rochelle stood up, put on the hood of her gray robe, turned around, and walked down the mountain step by step in the direction she came from.
The spirit of the mountain has accepted his challenge. During the next period of time, he will survive alone in this dangerous mountain, facing attacks from wild beasts, alien hostility, and even natural disasters such as earthquakes, landslides, and floods. Wild.
The barbaric land will use all means to obliterate him and eliminate its most devout believers in order to bestow a glory that matches his beliefs.
Not to mention, there are those white and silver rabid dogs that are sniffing his scent and chasing after him.
But Rochelle was used to this, because he had traveled all the way from Rheatom, the "City of Chongsteel" in the far north, to this place, and had many interactions with the Scales of Order, although they were all unpleasant exchanges.
Fortunately, their large force still stayed in the territory of Motosh and seemed to be planning another action. Therefore, those who came to hunt Rochelle were only some of the lowest-level arbiters, and there were no inquisitors higher up.
appeared, not to mention the two most mysterious leaders among them: the deputy chief judge and the chief judge.
Probably in the eyes of the balance of order, Walker Rochelle is just a scabies disease, not worth the trouble - even though he also has the strength of Sequence 5, he is only one step away from becoming a demigod. But the real strength of the Fertile Earth Sect
In the core, those old guys from Sequence 4 and Sequence 3 were all killed to pieces. What can a mere Sequence 5 Rochelle do?
Such contempt brought great convenience to his actions.
Soon.
The traveler moved forward step by step, silently reciting, his determined eyes seeming to penetrate the cold wind of the night: We will succeed soon.
I won't let you down.
Teacher.
……
In the warm and bright camp, Ringer sat in front of the campfire, recalling the scene when he met Rochelle. Destiny will always make all coincidences happen inevitably. If the balance of order in the mountain is indeed
I came here for Rochelle, so I, who had crossed paths with him before, may not be able to escape the shackles of this net no matter what.
Is this intuition? Or is it a premonition? Linge couldn't tell clearly. In fact, he should have noticed it when he promised Saint Xalia to move on, instead of just thinking about it now. An unverifiable feeling.
Maybe it's because young people always seem to have a sense of escape in their hearts.
He pursed his lips: escaping from responsibilities, evading promises, evading other people's expectations, evading memories, evading certain beliefs and powers that are not innate but acquired...
"Don't be afraid."
Suddenly, the firelight in front of him was covered by someone's shadow, and a pair of hands gently covered Ringer's head, gently stroking the silver soft hair: "If you feel afraid, people will be afraid to move forward; if you are afraid to move forward,
, people will lose to themselves. Ringer, do you want to lose to yourself?"
With her back to the bonfire, the girl's eyes were clear and shining, so clean that she was not stained by the dust of the world. Lin Ge looked a little dazed, but it was not because of her face and warm breath that were so close to Chi Chi, but because, In my impression, there was only one person who would touch his head with his hands and comfort himself with a concerned tone from before to now, and that person has left this lonely young man forever.
When the shepherd girl made a similar move, would she know that she was imitating someone from long ago? Or was that person trying to convey something through her hands at this moment? Ringer thought in a daze, Didn't get an answer.
Saint Xalia suddenly retracted her hand, and the warm touch on her head disappeared. The girl seemed to realize that she had done something very rude, and took a step back. A rare look of panic flashed in her eyes: "I'm sorry. ,Mr. Ringer."
She raised her hands, gazing at each zigzag and hidden line on her white palms, and murmured: "I don't know why I did this, but my hands started to move on their own. Would you believe it, Ringer?" Sir? It's like, like I've often done the same thing before?"
Therefore, when I saw his confused look, I made such a rude move. It was instinctive and out of pure concern, without any impurities.
Ringer could feel it. Otherwise, he would not have recalled the shadow of Mr. Yang Ke from her body. He looked at the girl silently for a while, until the little sheep jumped out with a bleating voice to express his loyalty, saying that you should not be too fussy. To be able to pick up and put down, isn't it just to be touched on the head? I was often touched on the head but I didn't say anything... Only then did he withdraw his gaze, focus on the bonfire again, and whispered: "I Believe in you."
The girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Also, Saint Shalia."
Lin Ge added, deliberately not looking at the other person's face: "You must have been a very good sister before."
The girl was stunned for a moment and forgot to answer.
The young man was looking at the bonfire, and Saint Xalia was looking at him. A crimson-like flame burned in his golden eyes, rising up bit by bit and flickering, reflecting a golden-red river. That beautiful face Looking at it, he suddenly tilted his eyebrows and frowned: "Sorry, I forgot, so I don't know."
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