Dawn of the Grey Tower

"Are you worried about them?" The battlefield in the distance never seemed to calm down. After a few seconds, Batu distinguished himself from the whistling wind and the battle roar. The boy turned his head to look at the weak Earl. He was much thinner than when he first met. The excess skin left after the fat was consumed quickly made his face and exposed limbs look crumpled. But even so, he still has to admit that this man is the one with the most warrior eyes he has ever seen. Even if he is already so weak, the power in his eyes is still not reduced.

"I don't have the right to worry about them. They are not much stronger than me. I'm just a guide. It has nothing to do with anything happening here." The boy on the grassland looked up and looked at the eagle hovering in the air, as always In this world, only Ren is his companion, and the others are just passing by in a hurry.

Losa's mouth slightly raised, and of course he understood that this self-inflicted speech was not Batu's real idea, and he also understood that this was the reality seen in the boy's eyes. Indeed, compared to the few people who are now fighting on worms, he is too ordinary, just a little eagle trainer from a small tribe on the grassland, relying on only a limited understanding of the grassland and his eagle. There wouldn't be any problems, if he didn't accept this **** guide mission, he could become a great hunter and eagle trainer in the waterbuck department! Even if the war strikes, the tacit agreement between him and Na Ren can make them the sharpest eyes of the tribe, he will become a hero, a hero of the tribe. If he didn't accept this **** task.

Now, everything has changed. Batu could not return to that small tribe as a former self. He watched too much and listened too much. His world had been opened and he could not close it again. This is cruel, and it shows the world that is too large to the eyes of someone who has never expected it. Lothar experienced this cruelty. Once upon a time, in his heart, there was only the grief of losing his parents, only the lion, and only Montenegro. Now, Montenegro is still the responsibility of Lothar, he has given him this responsibility to avoid the inevitable blood, and the knight training he received from an early age makes him unable to give up carrying this responsibility. But now the count is not the child after losing his parents. He is already a father, he has experienced as much pain as losing his parents, and has also received warmth never imagined. Today, he can calmly return to the count of Montenegro without being obsessed with the world opened by him with the gray robe, precisely because of all these experiences.

And these experiences also made Lothar more aware of the mental journey that the young man in front of him was experiencing. The original worldview was shattered mercilessly, and everything felt strange. He knew it. So he struggled to say with little physical strength, "No, you are a member of this team like them, and you are a member of the land like them. Don't think too much about yourself Light, boy, in the sea, we all just skim the waves, it makes no difference. "

"It's no different!" Batu roared, his fingertips clasped in his palm with excitement, he looked at the dead souls whistling past the two, and said to Lothar, "I started from birth, There is only one wish, to be a tribal warrior, riding a horse on the grassland! But look at what my wish has become? Each of them is what I had hoped for, and they are just here! The background of the wizard and the goblin, no one will remember, no one can tell the background! What do you ask me to do? What can I do? "

Did n’t that person long for being a unique existence in the world, the hero who was destined to be described in the epic, and the hope of suffering to lead everyone to the light? But as time goes by, people will always find that there is no inherent hero in this world, at least not himself. Talent, origin, ability, interest, too many factors are destined to have better people in this world, and in the end people can only accept their mediocrity with regrets that can not be relieved. This sounds a bit self-satisfied and nagging, isn't it? The value of people is not determined by others. In a sense, it is not even determined by people themselves.

Value is something that is acquired by the day after tomorrow. When the various trees growing in the forest are never sprouting, they want to become a house beam or a ship, which is of no value to them. But does this mean that people should live aimlessly like a tree, grow taller for survival, open branches and leaves for growth, and live longer for more branches and leaves? I am afraid this has fallen into another extreme. Extremely value, and regard external value as everything. Or extreme abandonment of contemptible value and regard no value as the greatest value. That is all problematic. The greatest ability of man is not to give value, because animals also know how to differentiate things according to their own needs, and plants also know how to change the direction of vines according to their own needs. To create different values ​​for different purposes. It's just that when more value is created, the value becomes a snare, trapping people in it. At this time, people should realize that value is not external, and value is not internal. Value itself does not exist, and the reason why value appears is to make people move forward better.

Of course, people need heroes, and they need to tell themselves what is good and what is evil. But when one grows up, one has to know that the good and evil of a hero are heroes, and his own good and evil must be defined by his own mind and body. At that time, he could be his own hero.

"I'm not very good at reasoning with people. That's what cheese is good at. But I also doubt if he can figure out what he is talking about. I mean, wizards often use their experience and knowledge To reason about the existence and non-existence, they have not experienced so much. So I also believe that, compared to the layer-by-layer argument they said, sometimes it will be easier to practice. "Losa Reaching out, pulling the things behind your back from the belt, "hold it, and then prove yourself. Compared to taking care of my wounded here, this is where you should go."

Batu, I have never seen such a battle axe. The bold lion pattern on the golden battle axe made his subconscious hand slightly shrink. But after a short hesitation, he still firmly held the axe handle, "I will not let you down."

"Disappoint me? No, you just need, not disappoint yourself."

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