Chapter 2497 Sacrifice and Inheritance
The duration of the psychological shadow is different for everyone. For the driver, I guess it was an hour.
I vaguely remember that an hour ago, this young driver was still staring at me with the most vicious eyes. At that time, there must be countless vicious curses swirling in the depths of his mind.
But an hour later, this guy had lost his sweat and fatigue, and regained his former energy. When he drank from his glass of water, he did not forget to offer water to me, and even his fierce eyes became calm and soothing.
If he doesn't hide it deliberately, then he can only hold a grudge for an hour at most - he is an honest man.
After a long and boring voyage of the airship, the huge island country called Fort Vicky finally appeared in front of us.
Through the call crystal, I contacted Master Dewey and informed him of the successful return of the corpse. At the same time, I also confessed to him a regrettable matter. One of the corpses of a dwarf adventurer was lost due to certain reasons. Reason, or not come back.
After hearing this, Master Dewey immediately spoke to comfort me. At the same time, he said that being able to recover most of the corpses was already a great contribution. If it were him to execute this matter, he would probably trigger another crusade.
I feel very dangerous. If I don't take action in time, I don't know how many adventurers will lose their lives in confusion.
The airship descended slowly and landed smoothly on the landing site.
The hatch opened, and nearly a hundred dwarf adventurers in bright clothes, wearing helmets and carrying armor, lined up and entered.
Every few people, there is an adventurer holding a foldable simple stretcher, and dozens of such stretchers are prepared.
After all the dwarf adventurers entered the hatch, Master Dewey followed at the end.
At this moment, he was much more haggard than the last time we met. Not only was he thinner, but he also had dark circles around his eyes. Fortunately, he was still full of energy.
Master Dewey walked up to me slowly, his eyes full of pride.
I saluted with the unique military salute of Fort Vicky and said loudly: "Master, except for one body, all the remains of the martyrs have been returned intact!"
"Okay, thank you for your great contribution to Fort Vicky. You, An Xiaoyi, are not only a compatriot of our Fort Witch people, but also our hero!"
As he said that, he also gave me a military salute and said loudly: "Heroes!"
"Heroes!"
All the dwarves knelt down on one knee and shouted loudly, loudly and for a long time.
Although I knew that this was a show between me and Master Dewey, I was still a little touched in my heart.
After opening the cabin door, corpses were neatly arranged in the cabin. Many of them still maintained the fearless expressions on their faces during the battle. Their fists were clenched so tightly that even if they tried to break them, they could not be broken. Separate from weapons.
They inherited the glorious heritage of the dwarves who were not afraid of death and fought until the last moment. Even until the moment of death, they did not forget their ancestral precepts and inheritance.
——This is why Wychburg is strong.
The dwarves have inherited their fierce fighting style, and the goblins have inherited their smart minds and knowledge accumulated over the ages. If this style can be continued, the dwarves and goblins will become the masters of Zephyr Continent in a few hundred years.
——Just like the fairy royal family back then.
The families of the martyrs had already been waiting at the airship base. Although they were sad, they still maintained enough rationality. After all the bodies were transported off the airship, all the family members lined up and stepped forward one by one to identify the faces of the victims.
After finding that all-too-familiar face, the families of the victims burst into tears uncontrollably.
A sad atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire airship base.
Looking at this heartbreaking scene, I couldn't help but sigh deeply, always feeling inexplicably sad.
"They are all heroes and martyrs. They have exhausted their best abilities just to save more lives from the hands of terrible monsters."
Master Dewey sighed quietly: "It was my fault. This is all my fault. From the beginning, I should not have excavated the remains of the Celestial Clan without permission. I should have known a long time ago that the knowledge possessed by those incredible ancient civilizations, It’s not something that an ordinary goblin old man like me should master.”
He said, hiding his face and saying in pain: "I broke the rules, and I should bear all this."
Master Dewey has always shown himself as a ruthless superior, whether he is killing certain powerful families or inducing certain people to be willing to die to achieve certain things.
But in fact, it's all just disguise.
If he doesn't do this, those subordinates will see through his kind heart and use his kindness to fill the abyss of desire wantonly.
It won't be long before Master Dewey's business empire collapses.
This is something he would rather die than see.
"In any cruel experience, someone will die. This is what you once taught me, and I firmly believe in it. And even if they died, they did not show any regrets. This shows that they are willing to die." I don’t regret anything.”
"Father" I turned to him and said in a deep voice: "They have no fear, no regrets, and move forward bravely, without fear of life or death. The reason why they can do all this is because they love you and trust you, because they Know that even if you die, you will be kind to their families and their loved ones."
Master Dewey closed his eyes and slowly raised his head. His breathing was heavy and slow. With each heavy breath, his sad expression became lighter.
A few minutes later.
Master Dewey had already regained his composure, and he reluctantly smiled at me: "Thank you, son."
"You're welcome, foster father."
In the next few days, I visited each family of the martyrs with Master Dewey. Master Dewey made many promises on this day to treat the families of the martyrs and their children well, ensuring that they would enjoy the highest standards of treatment.
The families of the martyrs were grateful and cried bitterly while thanking Master Dewey for his grace.
But I could see that it wasn’t the treatment they needed, but the sacrificial family members.
Just like a little girl, with her childish little face raised, tugging at the corner of Master Dewey's clothes, crying for her father.
But the dead are gone, and the living still need to live, because they still have children alive and they still have families to continue.
After visiting each of the martyrs’ families, when I look back at Master Dewey, he has already aged ten years.
The face of vicissitudes of life is stained with tears, which cannot be wiped clean or wiped completely.
Today is destined to be a sad day.
"Brother, you can be sad for a day."
In the palace, the Goblin King comforted Master Dewey and said, "But starting tomorrow, you can't be hurt again."
The Dwarf King didn’t quite understand what the Goblin King meant. Having lost an entire elite team, his eyes were red. After listening to the Goblin King’s words, he angrily retorted to the Goblin King: “Why? Why don’t you let me go?” Brother, are you crying? If you are sad and sad, and you have to hide it in your heart as if nothing is wrong, then what’s the point of living? "