"You never let me touch that toy." If Batu hesitates to leave, he will see the figure gradually clear from the air behind Lothar, and the figure has the same shape as the little girl. Compared with the underground, Helen at this time, both the texture and the clarity of the figure have a considerable degree of decline. Considering that this is in the sun, she can also appear beside Lothar as if nothing happened. The count felt her daughter''s unhappiness and had to sigh for her potential.
"That''s not a toy, dear. It''s much heavier than you think. " Leaning against the slightly raised stone, the count whispered to his daughter. Helen had been pursing her lips. She had been trying to touch the golden axe, but when she saw her father''s weakness, her bulging cheeks were restored. Although they can''t really touch each other, this kind of action actually makes both of them feel the existence of each other and the ties of kinship.
"Obviously it''s a toy. Anyway, Dad never uses it. It''s better to give it to that person than to me..." Although no longer angry, but the child can not help but whisper a few words. Fortunately, Helen''s attention was soon attracted by the riders and the distant scene. She wanted to float into the crowd, but after looking up at Lothar''s haggard face, she gave up the plan, and she could not let him worry any more. However, it doesn''t mean that Helen suppressed her curiosity. "Dad, Dad, who are these people? I''ve never seen anything on! What''s more, that tree is so tall, but there is a bug on it, so there is a tree as big as a bug? Or is there a bug the size of a tree? "
"Ha ha, maybe all of them. It is not stipulated that no one can grow a tree as big as a bug. For example, the fish we eat in lost heart Bay is much bigger than that in Cangshi Bay, isn''t it? As for who these people are, they are probably similar to my father. " Lothar''s words are not nonsense. He does see his own shadow in these dead souls. Even if the dead have become souls, they have not stopped fighting. They are keen on this, eager for it, and bound here. This is very similar to that of luosa, who once led his army to fight with Mancang lion. At that time, only in this way could he prove his value and find some comfort for himself.
"No, they''re not like Dad!" Helen interrupted her father''s recollection and puffed up her chest with pride. "They all have only one horse and a toy in their hands! Dad has not only horses and toys, but also Helen
His daughter''s words made Rosa laugh, followed by a violent cough. When he finally recovered his breath, he nodded in Helen''s frightened eyes. "You''re right. Dad is different from them. Dad and you. " Yes, from the headstrong Black Mountain Lord, to the knight walking in the dark for the kingdom in the rat plague, and then to the outcast stranger in the lost heart Bay. Lothar is not the same person that he used to be. Sometimes he even doubts whether the former himself really exists? Or is it that I am now a character in a ridiculous dream? Things are different from people. These are four words that only experienced people can understand. Now, he won''t be the same person he used to be.
In the distance, there was the sound of ballads and shouts, which overshadowed the wind, the cry of killing, and the sound of the giant worm''s body rubbing against the tree trunk. Or, it''s not covered with anything, but the wind, the shouts and all the other sounds become part of that old ballad, like the waves that make up the sea.
"Dad, what''s that noise?" The girl asked her father that she had never heard the ballad, but she didn''t hate it because she felt that she could hear her familiar melody from the voice. It was the rough boating song of sailors, the pastoral tune of Knight walking, the humming of rat man in the cave, and the murmur of mother in dream.
Lothar''s expression became more gentle, and his eyes turned to the direction Batu left, because he knew who was singing the song. "Listen, my dear Helen, you should remember this song and what happened in front of you. One day, when I can''t protect you, you have to face everything under and outside the sun. Don''t be afraid at that time. As long as you remember what happened today, you will know what to do. We are human beings, standing in heaven and earth, walking in light and shadow, not fish but swimming, not rats but digging. But that doesn''t mean we''re special, high-level beings in the world. On the contrary, it is because we are human beings that we understand that we are the same as others. "
In the little girl''s vague eyes, those ferocious riders gradually stopped fighting and roaring. They knew the sound, because it was a song that all grassland people would learn when they were children. This ballad is also a prayer, to all the heaven and earth, to all the spirits that bear all. So they joined the song, sang solo, and became a chorus, "great earth! Great river! How green the grass is! What a cow! What a lamb! Great... "
The singing became more and more sonorous, and the power brought by the singing became more and more intense. Batu only felt that he was like a confluence of countless rivers, and each river existed with other. And in these rivers, the clearest one flows down from the air and flows into his mind, making his mind clear."Great eagle
"Chirp!" Narin''s long cry was like a signal. The dead riders began to approach Batu slowly. They nodded to the young herdsman, and then turned into smoke and floated into his Tomahawk. The justice of the fool has become a medium of another power in Batu''s hands. What is quite unexpected is that this witch hunting knife does not repel that power, because it is not magic, not witchcraft, nor divine power. It exists in every living and non living creature between heaven and earth, and it is the foundation of the existence of all spirits. With the influx of this power, the golden Tomahawk is gradually fading. It looks like a weapon made of iron. With the influx of ghosts, the details and features on it are less and less, and the weight is also lighter and lighter.
"Great souls
It''s not just weapons that have been transformed in this song, but so are those who carry them. The lives of those ghosts were unfolded one by one in front of Batu. Gradually, what he could see was no longer limited to human beings. He saw how a grass sprouted, how a drop of water flowed, and how an eagle spread its wings. So he forgot his name and his body, so that the larger rivers could join in, those named the spirits River, by this ordinary and extremely young man, did what gray robe could not do, and mastered the power that cheese could not. This is not because he is special, on the contrary, it is because he is ordinary.
At this moment, the existence holding the Tomahawk is the unity of all the will on the grassland. Every step he takes, more rivers flow into his body. However, it will take some time from here to the foot of Tianmu.
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