I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

The wooden house was empty.

After packing up, everyone was ready to go.

"I'll go this way." Kraft carried his bag and said to the three people in front of him, "Fulilian."

"I don't think this will be the last time we see each other."

"See you in a few hundred years."

[A few hundred years, this time span is really frustrating...]

[As expected of an elf, the time span is different. ]

[For Felen and Shutark, this time span is a farewell forever. ]

Fulilian and Felen and Shutark behind him watched Kraft go away.

The camera zoomed out.

It can be seen that the snow on the ground of the mountain road has melted, revealing the originally yellow-brown land, and the weeds on the ground have turned yellow in the snowy winter.

Only the snow on the distant peaks has not melted yet.

Hugh Tark raised his arm, looked at Kraft's back and shouted: "Uncle, take care of yourself too!"

"I've been very happy these days!"

At this time.

"Thank you for the pendant you gave me." Fearon heard Hugh Tark yelling beside her, and she couldn't help shouting. With Kraft around, she could always feel that he had a feeling very similar to Mr. Haita.

As Kraft walked away, he seemed to have heard it, and he stretched out his left hand and waved to the three people behind him.

Goodbye.

The screen turned black.

- Episode 12, the real hero.

In the audience.

Suddenly.

The audience seemed to have woken up.

——"This episode is so heartwarming."

——"Who is Kraft?"

——"My initial understanding of elves is that they have a long lifespan and are very slow in emotions, but Kraft, who is also an elf, gives people a very wise feeling, as if he has lived for many years."

——"What on earth has a slow elf experienced to become so philosophical?"

——"Maybe he has experienced something unimaginable."

——"But what does a true hero refer to? Isn't it Sinmel?"

Everyone looked at the subtitles on the black screen, thoughts surged, and calmed down.

The screen turned.

Hugh Tark walked in front, followed closely by Fern, and Flillian followed at the end, seeming to be afraid of the cold.

The subtitles appeared above.

——29 years after the death of the hero Sinmel, the northern countries, the Shiweier Mountains.

[Ah, it's been 29 years. ]

[The three have been on the journey for nearly a year. 】

Flillian and the other two set out on their journey again, taking advantage of the calm weather and the disappearance of the blizzard in the mountains to continue crossing the Schweir Mountains.

Philen turned around and looked at Flillian behind him with a worried look on his face.

Flillian's figure was swaying, and she closed her eyes and followed Philen as if by inertia.

"Ms. Flillian seems to be falling asleep." Philen said to Hugh Tark in front of him.

"Eh?" Hugh Tark turned his head, not thinking that people could fall asleep while rushing on the road.

Behind him, there was a "bang".

The two noticed that Flillian had fallen headfirst into the snow.

Philen helped her up, "She fell asleep."

"There's no way, I'll carry her."

Hearing Hugh Tark's words, Philen looked up, "But, Mr. Hugh Tark, your axe..."

Hugh Tark was still carrying an axe, what if Flillian was injured? She couldn't carry such a heavy axe.

"Oh," Hugh Tark understood, "but look."

He stretched out his hands, "My hands are empty."

Felen hesitated.

Hugh Tark leaned forward and pinched his hands in the air, but his posture looked wrong.

'Hmm...' Felen frowned and held Fulilian tightly in his arms.

Hugh Tark looked puzzled, leaned forward and waved his hands in his direction, indicating that Felen should hand Fulilian to him.

Felen was unwilling inexplicably, and her face was about to swell.

Finally.

"I'll carry her." Felen said, and decided to carry her by herself, and she must not hand Fulilian to him.

She was worried.

"Uh, why?" Hugh Tark was confused.

"Nothing."

Felen held Fulilian in his arms.

[Hahaha. ]

[Flilian in the snow looks more like a big radish. ]

[Tomato asks eggplant for white radish, stewing radish and vegetable soup, hahaha. ]

[Fei Lun's mother is so worried about her daughter, hahaha, she protects her daughter and won't give her to Hugh Tark. ]

[Originally, Fei Lun believed in Hugh Tark, but his posture, hahaha, is indescribably vulgar! Vile! Ah! ]

Fu Lilian, who has fallen into a coma, seems to be dreaming.

The screen switches.

It seems to be backAt the beginning, Fulilian and the others were still in the royal city, in the king's palace, facing the king with full courtesy. At that time, the king had white hair, an old face, and sat on the throne in a lazy posture.

Later.

When they were on the road, Aize complained: "In the end, His Majesty the King only gave us ten copper coins."

At that time, Fulilian also said, "How stingy."

[Dreaming of the past. ]

[This was when they just set out on the journey. ]

"No wonder." Haita could still understand at that time, "So far, countless heroes have set out to defeat the Demon King, but all ended in failure."

"It's nothing."

Xin Meier's voice was still very gentle and open-minded, saying: "It's good for us to be able to work hard and complete the commission of the crusade and earn the travel expenses ourselves."

[It seems that there are too many heroes going to crusade the Demon King. Could the Demon King be killed by the waves of heroes who come one after another? ]

[So what are the regular armies of this world doing? ]

With a clang, the sound of a sharp metal sword being unsheathed, Xin Meier drew out the sword from his waist.

Staring at the sword tip, he said proudly, "This is more like an adventure."

"That's true." Haita agreed with a smile.

Fulilian saw the sword in Xin Meier's hand. The sword body was wide, and the hilt was inlaid with a blue gem. The whole sword looked very high-quality.

"Well, this sword is the sword of the brave?" Fulilian asked.

Haita opened his mouth to expose: "It's a fake."

Flilian was a little surprised.

Xin Meier turned his head, and the sword tip in front of him contrasted with his blue hair. He said to Fulilian:

"I was rescued from the monster before. I was a traveling merchant in the village."

"He gave me this as a thank-you gift."

"He said it was for the future brave."

"It's just to coax the child."

[For the future brave! 】

Listening to Xin Meier's words, Fu Lilian asked: "Is this your chance to become a hero?"

"No." Xin Meier said, "It's because there is a guy named Haita in the orphanage in the village who is very annoying."

"He said my sword is fake, so I can only be a fake hero." Xin Meier spoke fiercely, but his tone was very gentle.

Hearing Xin Meier's angry tone, Haita smiled slightly, his eyes were full of smiles, and he chuckled and lowered his head.

Xin Meier looked at the sword in his hand, "So I decided to become a real hero."

Flilian seemed to feel Xin Meier's determination.

"In the future, I will definitely get the real sword of the hero." Xin Meier said firmly, "Defeat the devil."

[This is when Xin Meier and his group just set out, so they went to pull out the sword of the hero later? ]

[Isn't this sword the one that Xin Meier has been holding at the beginning? 】

【The sword in his hand looks more like a true brave sword. 】