Chapter 82 Is it snowflakes falling from the sky, or is it your memory?
He has said a lot about the meaning of courage, but there are very few parts that Olivia can understand. For example, she does not understand why the other party keeps saying these inexplicable words to her, and she does not understand that he clearly had an absolute advantage but suddenly stopped.
The strange behavior of attacking, and I don't understand why his voice actually has a vaguely familiar feeling to my ears, as if he is not talking to me at this moment, but someone from a long time ago is using his words.
To convey something.
What kind of feeling is that? It's said to be a lesson, but there's a bit of generosity, it's said to be comfort, but there's a bit of sternness hidden in it; is it as soft as the light falling on the balcony in the morning? Or is it like the ashes buried under the endless forest?
As thick as the earth? He stared at himself silently, as if he was staring at a memory in the past, those unimaginably distant stories, coming across the dark tide in the night, hitting the rocks on the coastline, making a low sound. p>
The annual rings of time and space will grow slowly like a tree, and like a curtain change in a stage play. The process of the curtain falling and rising is the process of changes over time. And he is the silent audience in the audience, always maintaining the most rational appearance.
posture, what exactly do you see in those scarlet eyes?
Olvera failed to understand this. Before all the questions were answered, she just pursed her lips slightly and cast a blank gaze at the giant wolf on the top of the stone pillar. Her eyes were so hazy that they almost lost their original color, and there was only loss of concentration and confusion.
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"It seems you don't know."
The guardian's tone returned to the respect and solemnity at the beginning, and he stared deeply at the scarred girl: "Impulsive words and deeds often lead to wrong results. I believe you have already experienced this in this past battle.
.You are a person living in the past. The years you have lived in this castle may be calculated in hundreds of years, but the real growth in life comes from communication with others, and you obviously lack this harvest.
So I can say that you are still very young and still retain the innocence and fantasy of childhood."
He shook his head gently: "People who are too young will always think that the world is too beautiful, thinking that all difficulties can be solved with their own hands. However, fate has already secretly destined the ending for us. Trying to change it is self-indulgence.
Big idea. So sometimes, admitting your weakness is not something unspeakable. On the contrary, it is a brave move because it can prove that you have realized the cruelty of this world."
"I have no intention to be your enemy. It is only out of reverence for my mission and admiration for the master who created us that I have to block your way. If you are willing to leave now and return to the room that belongs to you.
If it goes away, everything can return to its original appearance, just as it has been for hundreds of thousands of years, never changing, and perhaps there is no need to change."
He stopped here and stopped speaking. Instead, he left the vast silence in the arena to the girl, as if waiting for her choice.
The dim light from the brazier blended with the flames of the candles in the lantern, creating a small island of light in the darkness. However, it could not withstand the miserable wind and rain and was unstable. Olvera's figure stood on the only
In the light, it looks lonely and thin.
"Go back..."
She whispered: "Do you mean, you want me to return to the previous state?"
Living alone, reading a book alone, lighting a candle alone, I occasionally recall my experiences when I was still in the world. When I come back to my senses, there are only cold walls and doors in front of me. Time passes too long, and it passes too fast.
It would confuse her with the definition of year, month and day, so in the end, she gradually forgot a lot of memories. There were some things that she should have remembered, but she forgot. To her, the outside world was more like an illusion, a period that was not enough.
Real imagination.
It wasn't until a certain moment that a foreign traveler broke into the castle and her imagination melted into a incomplete reality.
Although Alice has given up on her, she still doesn't want to give up on herself.
"It's very sad." She silently clenched her palms. The hilt of the holy sword had the texture of touching an ancient tree trunk, which diluted the sweat flowing in her palms: "I don't want that feeling."
"It doesn't matter."
The giant wolf said: "It is human nature to be sad when you feel sad and helpless when you feel helpless. No matter how scared you are of that kind of feeling, you will get used to it one day. When you are used to it, you will
You will find that the things you were originally afraid of are not a big deal. They are just a part of your life, just like we are also your shadow."
Here we go again.
They were such familiar words, as if someone had said the same words to her before, but she had forgotten them. Oveira suddenly regretted that she had forgotten so many things. If she had not forgotten, maybe she would have thought about it.
Get up, who is the person hidden in the giant wolf's words, and what is the true courage that he wants to convey to himself?
But she has indeed forgotten it, and it seems unlikely that she can recall it again. There is nothing that can be done about it, because...all the difficulties in the world may not be solved by her own hands.
The girl slowly closed her eyes.
The giant wolf sighed softly: "I'm sorry, although, this is not my original intention."
He raised his head and stared at the dome of the arena. A beautiful crescent moon was suddenly reflected in his scarlet eyes.
[To tell you the truth, I have been using the Huanyuan app recently to read and catch up on new books. It allows me to switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. .huanyuanapp is available for Android and Apple.]
This is not a description, but a fact. There is indeed a silver crescent moon gradually emerging in the darkness, just like the moon sinking under the water and floating up again, showing its beautiful posture. The cold moonlight spreads like flowing water, covering the
The surrounding darkness was briefly driven away, and then smeared on the body surface of the giant wolf at the top of the stone pillar, giving every hair on him a silvery light as elegant as frost and snow.
Under the bright moonlight, the heroic giant wolf stood on the top of the stone pillar, looking up at the moon. The cloak around his neck was blown by the moon-silver cold wind, and flowed like the clear clouds under the moon, making a rustling echo, setting off his
The figure is so noble and sacred.
Unfortunately, the girl closed her eyes, so she did not see this beautiful scene.
The next moment, a low roar rolled deep in the giant wolf's throat, as if it had swallowed a storm or bitten a mountain range. The moment it burst out, it swept into an endless wolf roar, which was like a shock.
The thunder shook the cold moonlight, and the low and solemn voice roared throughout the arena, hitting the fragile eardrums: "This is the sacred power that our Lord has given us, to the best of our ability in the dark night world."
The essence lies——"
"Phantom crescent moon, please wash away the filth of the world under this silver-white moonlight!"
With a roar, the moon-silver breath surged out from his mouth, pouring out endlessly, as if there was a silver ocean hidden in his body, releasing them all at this moment, showing the extremely shocking power. Fierce.
The storm swept across in an instant, and the invisible moonlight turned into tangible snowflakes at this moment, making the entire arena seem to be in a blizzard in the wilderness. The light released by the brazier and lantern was blocked, and the girl's slender figure also disappeared.
Swallowed, the falling moonlight was like fine snow, wrapped in the cold air current, passing by so quickly, like sharp knives and swords, scraping across the girl's face and arms, and cutting countless tiny holes in an instant.
Blood beads seeped out from the scars, but were quickly frozen and solidified into tiny ice slag.
The girl who was swallowed by the snow of the moon felt that no part of her body was no longer in pain. The fine pain was like a tidal wave, causing her hands and feet to gradually lose strength. She curled up helplessly and let out a sigh of relief.
Suppressed moans. It was clear that there was no pain when I was attacked before, but the feeling at this moment is like reality.
In the silvery snowstorm, only the silver crescent moon hanging high in the sky and the shadow of the giant wolf on the top of the stone pillar still stood tall and unshakable.
[Phantom Crescent Moon - Under the Silver Moonlight: The sacred power endowed by the Creator, with this moonlight, brings the illumination of thousands of dusts to the enemy, the dream of endless true nights, and the end of all loneliness.]
Ovela was out of breath under the moonlight blizzard. She suddenly felt very tired, lonely, and sad. No one would help her, and no one would trust her. Is her existence relevant to this world?
Is it meaningless? She gradually gave up her resistance, slowly opened her eyes, and stared quietly at every falling snowflake and every withered moonlight above her head, letting them cover her body, and gradually, a feeling of sadness emerged in her eyes.
A little color of memories.
She suddenly remembered some things from a long time ago. It was really strange. She could not remember them no matter how much she thought about them before, but now they were so clear, as if they were right in front of her eyes and she could reach out and touch them. p>