The sky is still gray, and the haze of the extinguishing fire forever shrouds the world, desolate and despairing.
"...You killed King Xin - that undead team..."
"This is...'bringing the king back to the throne'..."
"How pitiful, this is the king."
In the silent Fire Sacrifice, Hawkwood's voice echoed softly.
Ashes are back.
The Fortress of France is spread out from the mire.
In addition to a large number of souls, they also brought back a set of well-wrapped heads.
Under the mottled peaked knight's battle helmet, there is a face that has been burnt by flames and has been charred and dried.
Ashes just brought the head back and didn't say much to him.
But Hawkwood could tell whose head it was at a glance.
The incombustible residue and ashes that he once regarded as a joke, compared to the Xin Wangs, were like fireflies to the bright moon, actually followed the road of living sacrifices and arrived at the Fortress of France.
And successfully "brought back" the French Undead Team to the Salary King's Throne.
What this means, no one knows better than Hawkwood.
There is no doubt that the guy in front of him, who had already carried the sword of Fran on his back, successfully extinguished the smoke and passed the undead team's joining ceremony.
And in the endless fight against each other, he became the final winner of the Hunting King.
He is braver than himself.
At this moment, Hawkwood no longer responded with any cynicism towards Ashes.
He just looked at the silent ashes with a complicated expression.
Look at the eternally calm but powerful color of determination in Ashes’ eyes.
"...it must be...not easy."
Opening his chapped lips, Hawkwood asked Ashes in a normal tone for the first time.
Ashes shook his head:
"I can't remember clearly."
The Fire Transferring Sacrifice fell into silence again.
Hawkwood knew that as an immortal who had been burned once, the answer to ashes was not the loss of humanity and memory.
Maybe he really couldn't remember how much effort it took to defeat the King of Fire and bring back the firewood of the French Undead Team.
Maybe ten times, maybe twenty times, maybe a hundred or two hundred times.
No matter how powerful Chaixin's strength is, how can it be the same as Wang's?
All Ashes does is die again and again and stand up again and again.
Even though he knew that his strength was far inferior to that of the captain, even though he knew the curse of the Immortal Team, even though he knew that the world was already rotten.
But he is still like the Don Quixote who bravely rushed to the windmill, fought against the outrageously powerful Salary King, and stuck to his mission in this rotten world.
It is true that this world where the first fire is about to go out is already rotten.
And I, who had thrown myself into the furnace without meaning, was already rotten.
But at least, my soul is not rotten yet.
The act of wasting your time and breaking things with a lofty attitude and an attitude of understanding the hopeless nature of the world is not an act of sobriety after awakening, but an act of coward who has lost his courage.
[There is only one true heroism in the world, and that is to still love life after knowing the truth of life.]
The world is in ruins, but my soul is upright and noble.
No matter how tiny my little firefly is, no matter how insignificant it is to the world, I will still burn hard and raise the most dazzling middle finger to this rotten world——
Fuck you world, no one can defeat me.
"The French Immortal Team has not failed and has never failed,"
After a long time, Ashes slowly spoke:
"The wolf blood that never gives up is still flowing without being eroded by the abyss."
Say it.
Ashes took out the French sword from behind and slowly raised it. At the same time, he made a fist with his left hand and put it on his right shoulder, saluting Hawkwood.
this moment.
Hawkwood's grip on the shield loosened.
What a dramatic scene.
Although the head of the undead team of France, who was the salary king, was brought back to the throne.
But the wolf blood of the French Undead Team has not been cut off.
But now, the only two people in the world who have inherited the wolf blood of the French Undead Team are the Destroyer who personally killed the Salary King, and the other is a coward who bears the name of an escapee.
Maybe this is also a kind of curse.
Hawkwood thought.
But who can tell?
But as Ashes said - the French Immortal Team has not failed and never fails.
call--!
Along with the ashes, lay the firewood of the undead army on the throne.
The temperature of the flame expands and the embers burn.
Ashes once again embarked on the road to find the second salary king.
When he returned to the Fire Sacrifice to find the Fire Protection Girl to upgrade her abilities, and when he wanted to find Brother Cang Xin to inquire about other Xin Wangs, he found that Brother Cang Xin was no longer there.
And in front of the tombstone of Wolf Dajian where Brother Cang Xin often stood to pay his respects, Hui Jin found a shield.
That's Brother Frustrated's shield.
【Hawkwood Shield】
At this point, Brother Cangxin’s story seems to have come to an end.
He used to be a passive and eccentric coward.
Although he passed the test of the French Immortal Team and wanted to become a hero respected by thousands of people, he lost the courage to support it all because of the curse-like fate.
He always held onto the shield that helped him escape, but he never lost the flange sword he was carrying.
He was always cursing the Immortal Team's mission to resist the Abyss and satirizing their cruel sacrifices, but he never forgot to often come to the Wolf Sword Monument to mourn his comrades.
He is a contradictory person.
Until the ashes brought the firewood of the undead team of France back to the throne.
At this moment, perhaps he understood that if he just escaped blindly, he would always bear the name of the escapee, and he would do nothing until his death;
Perhaps he understood that as someone who swore an oath to wolf blood, he could not escape the cursed fate of being an immortal team no matter what;
Or maybe he understood that the so-called hero is not the person who rises to the top of the world under the admiration of everyone.
To face the world and repay our pain with songs is to be a hero.
Becoming a hero to others is only a hero in name, becoming a hero to yourself is a real hero.
As an NPC that appeared in the demo and ran all the way to the first important node of the game, the story creation of "Discouraged Brother-Hawkwood" has obviously convinced a large number of players.
Even many media and gamers have praised this NPC’s character and storyline——
[From decadence to rising again, there are not many gorgeous plot performances, but it is enough to be deeply rooted in people's hearts and impressive]
[While other manufacturers are still busy preaching about sacrificing yourself to save the world, Golden Wind is telling you to love yourself]
[Who says that his hero is not a hero? The guy who dares to raise his middle finger to the world is the brave man who truly understands heroism! 】
[Compared to the more intuitive and linear narrative of Wolf, the setting of the box garden-style game structure allows players to have a richer game experience, and also creates more embarrassing plots and stories...]
"Perhaps according to the habit of old thieves, the story of Brother Cangxin ends here..."
He carefully put away Hawkwood's shield and took a long breath.
Returning to the fire-passing sacrificial site, I looked at the spot where Brother Cangxin once sat.
Before, this guy had been sitting here saying depressing words. He looked downcast, as listless as Bobby who stayed up late in League of Legends. It was really annoying.
But after he left, the empty space next to the stone pillar did make people feel empty.
I don’t know what kind of things Brother Cangxin will encounter in the future and what kind of adventures he will experience.
Did he travel to more distant places? Or did he return to the Farang Fortress and continue to monitor the abyss in place of the captain and his dead comrades?
Sixty-six is unknown.
In her opinion, Ashes and Hawkwood were like two people who met from the opposite poles of the earth.
They influence each other and walk each other's path.
During this short period of traveling together, Brother Cengxin came to understand Hui Yan’s perseverance and persistence.
And Hui Jin also learned the reason for Brother Cangxin's decadence through various experiences.
A wonderful and special gaming experience.
Dark Souls is such a game——
The more experienced players are in gaming, the more deeply they will be impressed by the uniqueness of this game.
It's so charming.
Not only because of its game mechanism, but also the painful and happy game process.
What’s more, it lies in the sense of despair that is unique to Souls games and that “the world does not revolve around you”.
[Keep using despair to win the last glimmer of hope]
This unique game style and world view are undoubtedly a new shock to experienced game veterans.
Moreover, even if you are not a player who pays special attention to the plot.
This somatosensory cabin version of Dark Souls will surely shock you with immersive graphics, giving you an unprecedented experience!
For example——
…
"I-fuck-!!!"
"This is so fucking outrageous!"
Gulongding!
According to legend, the power of the ancient dragon is hidden here, and Ashes needs to understand the way of the ancient dragon to reach it.
To put it bluntly, it is a hidden map.
But when A Yin came up, he realized that he seemed to have fallen into the old thief's conspiracy again!
Looking at the huge ancient flying dragon straddling the steps in front of me, I just dreamed back to the high wall of Lothrik!
You know, judging from the progress at this time, he has collected the three major salary kings, and theoretically should have entered the later stage of the game.
Starting from the high walls of Lothric, he walked through the Farran Fortress, passed through Irithyll, walked through the catacombs, and even traveled to the Fireless Sacrifice Site.
The armor on his body becomes more and more handsome, the values and attributes are getting higher and higher, and the sword in his hand becomes sharper and sharper!
But he couldn't move the huge ancient flying dragon in front of him with his forehead lying across the way forward!
"I can cut off King Xin's blood with just one fucking slash! If I scrape this flying dragon, every drop of blood will fall off?!"
A Yin was turned into coke by the dragon's breath again and his whole body was in bad condition.
This damn thing is huge! It has a lot of HP! And it has no blind spots in all directions!
What a pity!
When I fought with Onion Brother against the Giant King Youmu, at least he gave me a big sword and let me knock down the big tree with the storm!
You Gulong is bigger than classmate Wang Youmu, what should I use to beat you!
Isn’t this nonsense?
If this guy is more outrageous, he should be as good as the White Snake God in Sekiro!
While complaining nonchalantly, A Yin stood up angrily, ready to try to see if he could take a detour. If not, he could just avoid this guy who stomped his foot and made the whole ancient dragon top tremble!
However!
Just thought of this!
An idea suddenly flashed in A Yin's mind!
etc?
Sekiro? White snake god? Black soul? Ancient flying dragon?
hiss--
A Yin was thoughtful.
And at this moment, as he moved forward, right next to the bonfire, a [Advice] from other players also caught his attention——
