"Are you worried about them?" The distant battlefield never seemed to calm down. It took Batu a few seconds to distinguish his own questions from the roar of the wind and the roar of war. The boy turned to look at the frail count, who was much thinner than when he first met. The excess skin left by the rapid depletion of fat made his face and exposed limbs look wrinkled. But even so, he had to admit that this man was the most warrior looking man he had ever seen, and even though he was so weak, the strength of that eye did not diminish.


    "I don''t have the right to worry about them. They are much better than me. I''m just a guide and have nothing to do with anything that happens here. " The boy on the grassland said, raised his head and looked at the eagle hovering in the sky. As always, only narin was his companion in this world, and others were just passers-by in a hurry.


    The corner of Rosa''s mouth rose slightly. Of course, he knew that this self abandoning speech was not Batu''s real idea, and he also understood that this was the reality in the eyes of the boy. Indeed, compared with the few people who fight against the worm, he is too ordinary. He is just a small Eagle tamer from a small tribe on the grassland, relying only on his limited understanding of the grassland and his eagle. This would not have been a problem. If he hadn''t accepted this damned mission, he would have been a great hunter and Falconer in the water antelope department! Even if the war strikes, the tacit understanding between him and narin can make them the sharpest eyes of the tribe. He will become a hero, a hero of the tribe. If he didn''t take this damn mission.


    Now, everything has changed. Batu can''t go back to that small tribe to be what he used to be. He has seen too much and listened too much. His world has been opened and he can''t close it again. It''s a kind of cruelty, showing the world that is too vast to the eyes of a person who never expected it. Lothar has experienced this kind of cruelty. Once upon a time, his heart only had the grief of losing his parents, only the black lion and the black mountain. Now, Heishan is still the responsibility of Lothar. His unavoidable blood has given him this responsibility, and the knight training he received since childhood has made him unable to give up this responsibility. But now in the count''s heart, it is not the child who lost his parents. He is already a father. He has experienced the pain no less than the loss of his parents, and he has also got the warmth never imagined. Today, he can be a count of Heishan without being obsessed with the world opened for him by grey robe. It is because of all kinds of experience.


    And these experiences also made Lothar more aware of the mental process that the young man was going through. He knew that the original world outlook was being torn apart mercilessly, and everything became strange. So he struggled with his little recovered strength and said, "no, you''re a member of this team, just like them, and you''re a member of this land. Don''t take yourself too lightly, boy. In the sea, we''re all just skimming waves. It doesn''t make any difference


    "No difference!" Batu roared, his fingertips clasped in his palm because of his excitement. He looked at the dead souls whistling past them and said to Lothar, "since I was born, I have only one wish to be a warrior of the tribe and ride on the grassland! Can you see what my wish has become? Each of them is what I had hoped for, and they are just minions here! Only the wizard and goblin foil, no one will remember, no one will distinguish the background! What do you want me to do? What can I do? "


    Does that person never aspire to be the unique existence in the world, the hero who is ordered by heaven in the epic, and the hope to lead people to the light with pain? But as time goes by, people will always find that there is no born hero in the world, at least not himself. Talent, birth, 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 or without regret. It''s a bit of self pity and a bit of nagging, isn''t it? People''s value is not determined by others, in a sense, it is not even determined by themselves.


    Value is something given by the day after tomorrow. All kinds of trees growing in the forest do not want to be beams or ships when they germinate. They are worthless to them. But does this mean that people should live aimlessly like a tree, heighten in order to survive, open branches and scatter leaves in order to increase height, and live longer in order to open more branches and scatter leaves? I''m afraid this is falling into another extreme. Extreme emphasis on value, external value as their own everything. Or extreme abandon disdain value, will have no value as the biggest value. That''s all problematic. Man''s greatest ability is not to give value, because animals also know how to distinguish things according to their own needs, and plants also know how to change the direction of vines according to their own needs. The reason why people are different from them is that they know how to create value and create different value for different purposes. But when more value is created, value will become a net and trap people. At this time, people should realize that value is not external, nor is it internal. Value itself does not exist. The reason why value appears is to make people better progress.


    Of course, a man needs a hero to tell himself what is good and what is evil. But when you grow up, you have to know that the good and evil of a hero are heroic, and your own good and evil must be defined with your own heart and body. At that time, he could be a hero of his own."I''m not very good at reasoning, that''s what cheese is good at. However, I also doubt whether he knows exactly what he is talking about. I mean, witches often use their experience and knowledge to reason about what is and doesn''t exist. They don''t experience that much. So I also believe that sometimes it will be much easier to practice than the layers of arguments they have said. " Lothar reached out and pulled what she was carrying behind her back from her belt. "Take it and prove yourself. That''s where you''re supposed to be, rather than looking after my wounded man here. "


    Batu, I have never seen such a Tomahawk. The proud lion pattern on the golden Tomahawk makes his subconscious hand slightly shrunk. But after a brief hesitation, he firmly grasped the handle of the axe, "I will not fail you."


    "Let me down? No, you just need to live up to yourself. "


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