Durin's Diary

Chapter 476: Don’t give in to the weak

In just a week, a larger village was built.

The stone giant paved a gravel road for the village. In return, Durin killed another stone giant who did not understand human language in the nearby mountains and divided its territory among the stone giants.

"If you protect this village, this territory will be your eternal territory. If anyone disagrees, just call me," said Du Lin.

As for the giant tree spirit, it had come back secretly during this period, and Du Lin was curious about why it came back.

Then, from its pit, a nest of small wood elves was found.

Du Lin felt compassion and eventually established a set of rules with the spirit who disliked people. Villagers could cut wood for heating and building materials, but they were also responsible for planting saplings, caring for the woodland, and preventing the spread of wildfires. And most importantly, they could not harm any goblins. However, if any goblins broke the rules, the spirit had to stop them.

The spirit had already been beaten badly by Durin. After hearing this solution of mutual concession, it thought about it for a long time and finally chose to surrender.

As a gesture of goodwill, Du Lin demonstrated his ability as the Candle Dragon Heavenly Master - praying for rain.

The result was a drizzle that lasted all day and all night across the entire area.

Bad news, the rain isn't heavy.

But this rain brought with it the effect of rejuvenation. Wherever it passed, the stumps of the trees that had been cut down began to sprout new buds, and the injuries and old wounds suffered by the people were all healed.

The burns and lightning strikes on the giant tree were almost healed in just half a day.

The spirit, which previously felt overwhelmed by the powerful tree, now sent a revitalized sapling to Durin's side.

Durin naturally knew what this nature spirit was planning - this was its seed, its offspring, its newborn. It wanted this cub to follow Durin, a legendary being with extraordinary druid abilities from the East, and walk a path that was completely different from the spirits in this world.

The guys in the training camp have been eating carbohydrates for half a month and look a lot stronger. Some of the guys are too physically depleted, so Du Lin doesn't expect them to be strong. Instead, he sets up another team and starts to consciously train their shooting skills.

"Are you planning to train them as sharpshooters? But there aren't many of them with hunting talents." Melinda was puzzled.

"Talent is the cornerstone of success, but without a strong heart, even the most gifted can't become a sharpshooter. Just like you, if you don't work hard, who can witness your success? If you don't persevere, who can see your talent?" At this point, Du Lin looked at the children and said, "None of them has your talent, but so what? They became warriors, fighting on the front lines defending their homeland. Their blood flows across this land, and their sacrifice will be commemorated for eternity... Can you say their lives were failures?"

"No, on the contrary, I'm honored to be able to fight alongside such people." Melinda finished speaking and took a deep breath. "Without your guidance, their future might be even worse than the present... I didn't think it through."

"No one is perfect. I am just a grassland elf standing on the shoulders of giants."

Melinda went to supervise the training, and Du Lin sat alone on the recliner watching the little lambs.

Now they have a division of labor. The young and clever children are assigned to fish on the river bank; the older boys are picking up stone fragments in the fields behind the adults who are clearing the land; and the girls are responsible for collecting fruits.

The older children now followed the Pekla hunters that Melinda had found deep into the woods. The hunters hunted, and they were responsible for carrying the prey back. Dulin spent money to buy the prey from the hunters.

Of course, hunters would rather ask Durin to give them a good weapon.

For those who are willing to serve you, everyone gets what they want and everyone is happy.

Now, some half-grown children come back carrying all kinds of prey, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

At nightfall, the old man arrived. He looked at the night and sighed, "Everyone says you're kind, but after seeing all this, I think they're being too conservative." The old man recounted the story of Chang Tang, where the spirits had long been subdued by the people of Chang Tang.

To him, those druids must be completely different from the Heavenly Master.

"Child, you will definitely become a true Heavenly Master, and possess many virtues that no other Heavenly Master in the world may possess." The old man sighed after hearing the reason why Du Lin killed the black dragon.

"I just did what an ordinary person should do." Du Lin, sitting on a chair, looked at the old man in front of him.

"Humility is a virtue, child, I know." After the old man said this, out of curiosity, he went to the playground to see the soldiers led by Du Lin.

Du Lin, are you thinking about the past again?

Yes, I thought about the past again.

In Durin's memory, those sages of history, those who sought to illuminate the night, all met with failure. Life is but a few short decades, and no one can maintain a group's path forever. Times change, and those who come after them fail to see the suffering endured by those who came before them, leading to complacency and heresy.

Even if he was as powerful as Zhulong, he was still bound by the Zhulong Pavilion, the Tianshi Mansion, the Privy Council and the royal family.

What’s the use of being able to live for a thousand years? You’re still blinded by the times, confused by all living things, and trapped by that false reputation... for your whole life.

Even I am not a good person. I am just an old assassin who has lived through a lifetime, living in a dream in a high tower. I naively believe that as long as I kill the whole family of the bad guys, the world will be better.

It’s a pity that they can’t be killed all.

They killed until the mountains and rivers changed color, they killed until the sun and moon lost their light, they killed until twenty-nine chief justices were replaced in one year, they killed until fifteen governors-general in seven provinces and nine regions were replaced in one year...it was all in vain.

Bad people are like grass, they can never be cut or killed.

I still remember that year, three more families appeared on the black monument in the tower. From a centenarian old man to a baby less than a month old, they were killed overnight just because their enemy gained power.

I also remember that year when I went to the capital, the commandos from the tower, under the cover of satellite orbital guns and prosthetic troops, broke through three lines of defense, slaughtered seven families overnight, and killed twenty-nine legends and more than a hundred half-step warriors.

Correspondingly, one of the seven surviving sages died, half of Shangjing was reduced to scorched earth, and the 130,000-man garrison was completely wiped out. After running out of ammunition, the counterattack launched almost wiped out half of the student team in the tower. Brothers killed each other, sisters killed each other, and all kinds of human tragedies became the norm that night.

Just for this damn justice, for this damn fairness, in order to prevent the invisible hand from strangling the necks of innocent people, that year, southern Thailand almost fell apart, and no one knew how much more blood would be shed and how many more people would die.

Eleven, do you think justice is really that important?

I'm just an AI. My database tells me that life instinctively craves justice and fairness. What do you think?

Eleven treated the problem as a ball and kicked it back to Du Lin.

Du Lin sighed as he looked at the children gathered around the campfire.

Don't kill, and hatred will never end.

Without madness, how can ideals come true?

(End of this chapter)