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- The land of ice and snow, Arendelle.
Ward came down from the deck with an expressionless face, ignored the boatswain's cursing words, directly took some money and walked towards the tavern.
Alcohol can numb you.
Let him forget the pain of losing Caitlin, forget those fallen comrades, forget the gloomy undead, forget the ferocious devil. Since the end of the Saint Catastrophe, the lonely Ward began his self-exile. He lost his home to the attacks of demons, his family to the attacks of gnolls, his lover to the natural disasters of the undead, and his friends to the battle to repel the demons. A disaster took away everything from Ward, allowing a hunter to quickly grow into a terrifying warrior. The scars all over his body came from lizard men, ogres, gnolls, demons, undead, devils, and even others. of human beings. Fate seemed to have abandoned him, but favored him again. Ward lost too much, but in the end he survived this disaster.
A hundred battles for the rest of your life.
After completely repelling the devil's army, the nobles invited him to serve in the south, but Ward just took his sword and embarked on a wandering journey.
He is tired.
Not only my body, but also my mind was extremely tired.
He wandered around the entire continent for more than a year, going to Eagle Mountain in the East and Viper Island in the South China Sea, and finally got mixed up with an unknown caravan and became an inconspicuous sailor.
"Ward!"
The boatswain of the caravan was very dissatisfied with the seemingly unruly Ward, but before he spoke, the captain 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 fighting on the front lines in the North.
The pain caused by the Saint's catastrophe is being healed by time. The prosperous Allendale is gradually repairing the sequelae of the disaster. Some warriors who retired from the battlefield began to reorganize their families. The pain in their eyes was hidden in In the deepest part, only in the dead of night can one sadly recall those comrades who fell in the battle.
Humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, orcs, lizardmen
¡°Both good and evil are on the same side in the final confrontation, and they must drive the devil out of the world.
Everyone paid a heavy price!
More than a year after the end of the Saint Catastrophe, Arendelle welcomed a large number of newborns. Many women holding their children could be seen in the residential areas outside the port. The men who put down their weapons began to rebuild their homes. It was a bit difficult to adapt. Strange job.
War will only bring destruction, but creation requires hands and wisdom.
Ward is like a ghost walking among the crowd. He is unshaven and dressed in a shabby sailor suit. He seems inconspicuous but keeps people at a distance. He entered the tavern, threw the reward for the flight on the bar, then directly picked up a barrel and walked to the corner. A wandering warbler glanced at his strong body, but after seeing Ward's eyes, he still Withdrew.
She has met many people.
"There is no doubt that Ward is the most dangerous type of person.
There are guards, residents, sailors, and all kinds of people in the tavern. It has been more than a year since the Saint Catastrophe ended, and there are still people in the tavern bragging about their past experiences. A small southern guard was bragging about how he had killed a tall ogre, and also told how he had defeated a group of devils with the army of Modo City. The people nearby listened attentively. Only less than 30% of the people came back alive from the final showdown with the devil. In a safe rear area like Arendelle, under the protection of the great eldest princess, many ordinary people had never seen the devil at all. .
Ward drank quietly alone.
He listened to other people boasting and talking expressionlessly, until all the money was spent, then he stood up drunkenly, walked out of the tavern and walked towards the alley.
It is not allowed to urinate and defecate in alleys in Modo City, but the Arundel guard will not care. He does not like Modo City very much. Although it is prosperous, the rules are too strict.
"No! Please!"
Ward, who was hissing at the corner, heard the woman begging for mercy. He glanced up and saw two fierce men dragging a woman into the back alley.
mouse.
There is a group of people in every city who dare not set foot on the battlefield, but they like the miserable ordinary people.
Ward staggered over and the two rats active underground suddenly became alert. They took out daggers from their backs and said fiercely: "Get away! Drunkard! This matter is beyond your control."
Hearing the rat¡¯s lustful expressionIf so, Ward couldn't help but smile.
A cold light flashed across.
Amid the woman¡¯s exclamations, Ward broke the other person¡¯s arm with his backhand, then lifted it up with one hand and smashed it directly into the mouse next to him.
"Get out of here."
Ward glanced coldly at the woman next to her. She was of medium appearance, a little plump, not tall, about 20 years old, with a little freckles on her face.
The woman glanced timidly at Ward, who smelled of alcohol, thanked him gently and ran outside.
The back alley soon became quiet.
Ward picked up the fainted rats one by one with one hand, and then walked towards deeper darkness. He had been to many places and knew how to deal with these rats. This entertainment activity may be a rare relaxing pastime for him. The peaceful life that countless of his comrades have exchanged for their lives should not be destroyed by these inconspicuous garbage.
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The night passed.
The next day, Ward lay lazily on the cargo on the dockside, basking in the sun.
He has run out of money.
The salary of a sailor is not much. The money he spends can only last for two days at most. The warm sea breeze blows. Ward squints his eyes 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 from yesterday.
She was wearing a shabby linen skirt, holding a small child on her hand, who looked about five or six years old. The woman's expression was a bit awkward, but the child was looking at him, not afraid of life at all.
"What's the matter?" Ward opened his eyes and looked at her.
The woman looked very uneasy and said awkwardly: "Thank you so much for yesterday. Don't you have a place to live? If you don't mind, you can stay at my house for a few days. You can move out after you find a job."
Very clear eyes, only pure gratitude.
Ward looked at this woman, who obviously thought of him as a down-and-out sailor. Many sailors would sleep on the streets when they ran out of money and couldn't find a job, but he simply didn't like the smell in the cabin.
Ward was about to shake his head and refuse, but soon his eyes narrowed.
He saw a figure poking his head in the crowd.
mouse.
He couldn't help but rolled his eyes at the woman. Her clothes were shabby, she didn't have any jewelry, and she was carrying a child. She didn't look like a rich person. Apart from a little beauty, such a woman should have nothing to attract mice, but there were many women who were more beautiful than her. The tavern There are everywhere around, why are these rats chasing after us?
Soon, Ward nodded.
The caravan will stay here for three days to sell goods, and maybe he can have some fun along the way.
The woman¡¯s home is not big, but it is clean and tidy. The furniture is old but clean, and there is needlework inside. This is a diligent woman.
The location of the house is very special.
Although it was close to the edge of the pier, construction was going on next to it, and Ward understood the reason after just one glance.
Arendelle is being expanded, and it will soon be expropriated and demolished. This can get a lot of money and a new residence from the city hall. This money can already make many mice excited. This city is learning from Modo City, but it is obvious that there is no pure law here like Modo City. The mouse wants a piece of the pie, and there may be support from the nobles behind it.
"Where is the child's father?"
Ward looked at this old house, which already had some history.
"Dead." The woman looked sad, but then she raised her head and said stubbornly: "He died on the battlefield in the south. He was a hero. He was not a coward who ran away"
There is obviously a story here.
Not everyone has the courage to fight against the devil. Ward has seen many deserters and even executed some himself.
Ward didn¡¯t answer the call and just found a clean place to lie down and bask in the sun.
"You must be hungry." After the woman said what she just said, her expression became a little sad again, and her eyes were red. Although she stubbornly said that her husband was a hero, the news sent back by the army was that her husband was a deserter. Maybe she already believed it in her heart, but she had to insist in front of the child. She couldn't tell the child that his father was a timid coward.
The woman quietly wiped the corners of her eyes and whispered: "I'll make you some food."
Ward did not answer, nor did he look down upon him, because he knew how much courage it took to face the terrifying devil on the battlefield. He had also experienced fear, but in the end he defeated it and beheaded the Hell Demon's head with his own hands. head.
His comrades are all dead.
He was the only one who survived, and the conversation just now reminded Ward of those familiar faces again.
There are many heroes who shine like stars in the Saint Catastrophe. Ward is not one of them, but they are also fighting on the front line for this, and countless people are buried in the battlefield. The disaster is over, but the pain left behind is still buried deep in the hearts of these survivors.
"Do you know martial arts?"
The little boy next to him looked at him, as if he wanted to reach out and touch his sword. Such a big boy was not afraid of strangers at all, he was a very courageous little guy.
Ward took off the sword and threw it over, nodded and said: "Be careful, don't hurt yourself."
The little boy curiously held the hilt of the sword, but his face turned red and he couldn't pick it up. Ward couldn't help but smile. The little boy raised his head and said, "Can you teach me martial arts?"
"Huh?" Ward looked down at him and said, "Why?"
The little boy looked at Ward seriously, clenched his fist and said, "This way I can protect my mother! There are many bad people bullying us and trying to rob our house!"
Ward¡¯s calm face finally showed a hint of movement.
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