MTL - Abyss Domination-~ Postscript 1.

Ice and Snow Country, Aaron Dell.

Ward came down from the deck with no expression, and ignored the sailor's long squat, and took a little money and walked toward the pub.

Wine can numb yourself.

Let him forget to lose Caitlin's pain, forget those fallen comrades, forget the gloomy undead, and forget the devil's devil. Since the end of the Holy Holocaust, Ward has begun to exile himself. He lost his home under the attack of the demon, lost his family in the attack of the gnoll, lost his lover in the natural disaster of the undead, and lost his friend in the battle to repel the devil. A disaster took away everything from Ward, and a hunter quickly grew into a terrible warrior. His scars came from lizards, from ogres, from wolves, from demons, from undead, from devils, and even from others. Human. Destiny seemed to have abandoned him, but he ignored him. Ward lost too much, but in the end he survived the disaster.

The rest of the battle.

After completely repelling the army of the devil, the nobles invited him to the South to serve, but Ward just took his own sword and embarked on a wandering journey.

He is tired.

Not only the body, but also the abnormal fatigue in my heart.

He has been wandering the entire continent for more than a year, went to the Eagle Mountain in the East, and went to the Viper Island in the South China Sea. He eventually mixed into an unknown caravan and became an inconspicuous sailor.

"Ward!"

For the seemingly unruly Ward, the sailor of the caravan was very dissatisfied, but he did not speak to the captain and patted him on the shoulder and shook his head gently.

Only the captain of the entire caravan knew who Ward was, because he had seen Ward fight in the North Line.

The pain caused by the Holocaust is being cured by time. The prosperous Allendale is gradually repairing the aftermath of the disaster. Some warriors who have retired from the battlefield have begun to rebuild their families. The pain in their shackles is hidden in In the deepest part, only the dead of night will remember the sad comrades in the battle.

Humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, orcs, lizards...

Both good and evil, in the final confrontation, stood in the same camp, they must drive the devil out of the world.

Everyone has paid a painful price!

More than a year after the end of the Holocaust, Arundale ushered in a large number of newborns. Many residents outside the port can see many women holding their children. The men who put down their weapons began to rebuild their homes. Unfamiliar work.

War can only bring destruction, but creation requires both hands and wisdom.

Ward is like a ghost walking in the crowd, unshaven, a worn sailor suit, seemingly inconspicuous but keeps people a little distance. He entered the pub and threw the rewards from the route to the bar, then immediately picked up a barrel and walked to the corner. One glanced at his strong body, but after seeing Ward’s eyes, Retired.

She has seen many people.

There is no doubt that Ward is one of the most dangerous people.

There are guards, residents, sailors in the pub, and all kinds of people can be seen in the pub. The Holy Holocaust has been over for more than a year, and there are still people in the pub who are bragging about the past. A small South Guard is bragging about how he had killed a tall ogre, and told him that he had defeated a group of demons with the army of Modo. The people next to them listened attentively, and less than 30% of the final confrontation with the devil came back alive. In the safe rear of Allendale, under the shelter of the great princess, many ordinary people have never seen the devil. .

Ward quietly drinking alone.

I watched the other people boasting and talking, until all the money was spent, and he stood up slightly and walked out of the pub towards the alley.

In Modo City, it is not allowed to urinate in the alley, but Aaron Dell's garrison does not care. He does not like Modo City. Although it is prosperous but the rules are too strict.

"No! I beg you!..."

Ward, who was facing the corner of the wall, heard the woman’s pleading. He looked up and saw two fierce men dragging a woman into the back alley.

mouse.

There are such a group of people in every city. They don't dare to set foot on the battlefield, but they like to sing ordinary people.

Ward swayed and the two mice that were active in the ground suddenly became alert. They touched the dagger from the back of the waist and said fiercely: "Get out! The drunk! This is not something you can manage."

Ward couldn't help but smile when he heard the mouse guilty.

A cold light passed.

In the woman's exclamation, Ward broke his opponent's arm and then lifted it with one hand and slammed it directly to the mouse next to him.

"leave here."

Ward glanced coldly at the woman next to him, medium-sized, a little plump, not tall, about twenty years old, with a little freckle on his face.

The woman glanced at Ward, who was full of alcohol, and ran away with a light thankfulness.

The back alley quickly quieted down.

Ward raised the mouse that fainted with one hand and then walked toward the deeper darkness. He went to many places and knew what the mice should do. This entertainment activity may be a rare relaxation for him. The calm life of his numerous comrades who exchanged their lives should not be destroyed by these unsightly garbage.

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A night passed.

The next day, Ward lazily lay in the sun on the goods at the dock.

His money is running out.

The sailor’s remuneration is not much. He spends only two days at most, and the warm sea breeze blows. Ward squints and recalls the past, until a shadow is reflected in front of him. There is a person, a woman, standing next to him. Look at him.

The woman yesterday.

She wore a worn linen skirt and held a small child in her hand. About five or six years old, the woman's expression was a little cramped, but the child looked at him with a probe and was not afraid of life.

"What?" Ward opened his eyes and looked at her.

The woman looked very upset and criticized: "Thank you very much yesterday. Do you have no place to live? If you don't give up, you can live in my house for a few days. You can move out when you find a job."

Very clear eyes, only pure gratitude.

Ward looked at the woman. Obviously the other person regarded him as a fallen sailor. Many sailors spent money and did not find a job when they would sleep on the street, and he simply did not like the smell inside the cabin.

Ward was ready to shake his head and refused, but soon his eyes could not help but groan.

He saw a probe in the crowd.

mouse.

He couldn’t help but blink the woman, the clothes were worn, there was no jewelry, and there was no kid, not like a rich man. Such a woman should have nothing to attract the mouse except for a little color, but there are many women than her. It’s everywhere, why are these mice chasing after them?

Soon, Ward nodded.

The caravan will stay here for three days to sell the goods, maybe he can also have some fun.

The woman's home is not big, but it is clean and tidy, the furniture is very old, but it is clean and clean, and there is needlework inside, this is a diligent woman.

The location of the house is very special.

Although close to the edge of the pier, but next to the big building, Ward looked at the reason to understand.

Allendale is expanding, and it will soon be levied and removed. This will bring a lot of money and a new residence from the City Hall. This money has already made many mice feel excited. The city is learning from the city of Modo, but it is clear that there is no such pure law as the city of Modo, the mouse wants to share a piece of cake, and there may be support from the nobility behind it.

"What about the child's father?"

Ward looked at this old house and it has been a bit history.

"Dead." The woman's expression was awkward, but then she looked up a little stubbornly: "He is dead on the battlefield in the south, a hero. Not a coward to escape..."

There is obviously a story inside.

Not everyone has the courage to fight against the devil. Ward has seen a lot of deserters, and even he has personally executed some.

Ward didn't answer, just found a clean place to lie in the sun~www.novelbuddy.com~ You must be hungry. "When the woman finished her speech, her expression was a little stunned and her eyes were red. Although she stubbornly said that her husband was a hero, the news that the army sent back was that her husband was a deserter. Maybe she believed in her heart, but She must insist in front of the child, she can not tell the child that his father is a cowardly coward.

The woman quietly rubbed her eyes and whispered: "I am going to give you something to eat."

Ward didn't answer the words, nor did he despise it, because he knew how much courage he needed for the terrible devil on the battlefield. He also felt the fear, but he finally defeated it and personally took down the deep prisoner. Head.

His comrades are dead.

Only he survived alone, just talking to Ward once again recalled those familiar faces.

In the Holocaust of the Holy Ghost, there are many heroes who shine like stars. Ward is not one of them, but they are also fighting for the first line, and countless robes are buried in the sand. The disaster is over, but the pain left is still buried in the deepest of these survivors.

"Do you know martial arts?"

The little boy next to him looked at him and seemed to want to reach out and touch his sword. Such a big child is not afraid of life, it is a very courageous little guy.

Ward took the sword and threw it over and nodded. "Be careful, don't hurt yourself."

The little guy curiously held the hilt but his face was too red to get up. He couldn't help Ward smile. The little boy looked up and said, "Can you teach me martial arts?"

“Hey?” Ward looked down at him and said, “Why?”

The little boy looked at Ward seriously and clenched his fist: "This way I can protect my mother! There are many bad people who bully us and want to take our house!"

Ward's calm face finally has a touch of movement.

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