Durin's Diary

Chapter 615 I’m coming

Chapter 615 I’m coming
Du Lin withdrew his attention from the letter in his hand. At this time, the old butler Spencer appeared in the hall holding his sister.

The active little female dragon was unexpectedly well-behaved. She stretched out her hand to Durin.

Du Lin smiled and took his sister from the old butler. He hugged her and put his face against hers.

"Master, do you have something to do?" The old butler keenly sensed something.

"Yes, life is a process of being busy all the time." Du Lin sighed.

Natalia looked at Du Lin curiously: "Let's go together."

She wanted to follow Du Lin.

"Be good, brother is going to do big things." Du Lin caressed the little guy's head with a doting look on his face.

In his previous life, my brother had a long dream with many people. Although the world in the dream was not perfect, it was at least a world where one could achieve success with hard work. It was a paradise where everyone could be happy.

It’s a pity that dreams will end. Not all people walking in this world are fellow travelers. Just like a couple, there are also people who sleep in the same bed but have different dreams, and say one thing and mean another.

The Nice Army was hit from all sides. Among the three, Mr. Yuri and Ms. Vladimir were assassinated in a killing ritual presided over by Homeland Security.

That guy, whose real name is still unknown, has a very distinctive feature - freckles.

The orphanage was also attacked, but Joseph of the trio survived. He rushed back to the orphanage and organized the evacuation of the youngest children while organizing resistance.

The guns Dulin gave them played a big role. The semi-automatic rifles of the Department of Homeland Security could almost achieve a one-to-two exchange ratio against the fully automatic small-caliber weapons in the hands of the children in the brutal indoor combat.

But the children were outnumbered and eventually all of them died.

Romil, your loyalty is to the people of Feisu. No matter how much the Clegane family benefits mortals, it is still a feudal dynasty after all. Their ruthlessness is written all over the letter.

Now, are you satisfied in the dungeon?

Idiot, since you can't betray your ass, just stink in the dungeon.

Du Lin stood up and handed his sister in his arms to Spencer.

The colorful portal is opening, and there is interference on the opposite side, but Du Lin ignores the interference. The spell array is unfolding, the coordinates are being anchored, and all interference will be dispelled.

"Young master, it's very dangerous over there. Let me go and fight for you." The old butler looked at Du Lin, full of anxiety.

"No need." Du Lin said and turned around.

In an instant, the flesh and blood melted away, and Durin took a step forward, wearing the tattered uniform of the tower. This was a spiritual outfit made of energy, and it was a shroud that the lich Durin customized for himself.

The earth is no different, whether it is this piece or that piece, whether it is ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later, it needs to be watered by people with their souls and flesh, and it needs to be purified by life with blood and fire.

Du Lin sighed, and the cold chill filled the entire hall.

The vampire descendants of Uryula wanted to follow, but were stopped by Durin. In the end, these young people knelt on one knee with swords in hand.

In the days to come, I will need your strength, and I may make the blood of living beings flow on the earth, but not now.

After Du Lin finished speaking, he stepped into the portal.

The next second, Du Lin stepped out and stretched out his hand to deflect the oncoming rain of bullets.

The gate of the orphanage has disappeared, and the maids who used to welcome and see off the children are nowhere to be seen. Du Lin didn't care about the young man with a gun in front of him. He just waved his hand, and the flesh and blood withered and grew again. In an instant, there were no more enemies.

Du Lin came to the area where the bodies were placed and looked at the young faces.

For a moment, Du Lin felt like he was back to that night.

That night, the team of people was like mercury flowing on the ground, and each drop had a goal, either to complete the goal or be swallowed by the darkness.

Du Lin finally completed his goal and reached the designated location. He stormed into the building with his surviving companions, killing his way up to the top floor floor by floor. Finally, Du Lin used a gallows wire to cut the bodyguard's neck and used a dagger to cut the traitor's tendons in his hands and feet, letting him watch how his father died under Du Lin's knife.

Then, the dagger in Dulin's hand stabbed into his eye socket.

Kindness, on that night, there has never been such a noble existence in this world.

But it’s okay. There is no boy named Sturuwe among the children. Du Lin had seen him when he came to invest. He was thin and small, and it seemed that Joseph took him away.

But Dulin still saw Belenko, the young man had several bullet holes in his chest.

Du Lin sighed, then turned his head to look outside the gate. An old man was standing there.

You can't kill me.

Du Lin sighed.

Many people have died here, and their reverberations have made this area my home turf. Even if the bishops of various sects in Nice join forces, they dare not say they can escape unscathed.

"Why not give it a try?" The old man smiled and said, "I warned Your Majesty that if we had captured you, there wouldn't be so many casualties today."

Yes, I also wonder, if I had not been born, would I not have to see the suffering of this land, would I not have to understand the sorrows and joys of these young people, would I not have to look at the unemployed young people and the flesh and bones of the prostitutes in the Northern Kingdom, and see their helplessness and despair.

As Du Lin spoke, he took out a cigarette box and lit a cigarette for himself, but instead of smoking it, he flicked it to a deserted place.

The next second, young children came over with smiles on their faces. They said goodbye to each other in the misty atmosphere of fireworks.

He looked at these children. They smiled and saluted Durin. Behind some of them was the ocean, which was the palace of the Lord of Storms; behind some of them was the tall tower, which was the home of the God of Wisdom; some of them walked towards the desert, which was the training path of the God of Bitter Faith; more people walked together towards the endless wilderness, talking and laughing.

Du Lin sighed.

He turned and looked at the old man.

But here I am, fate made me grow up, talent made me become this way, and because of this, I want to do something for these young people.

·The world should not be so cold. You are in high positions. I don’t ask you to accommodate the innocent in everything, but at least you should let them live like human beings. Military orphans have to be born and die here generation after generation just because their parents don’t want to take sides.

"There's no place for mortals to remain indifferent in this land," the old man said. He took out a vial filled with holy water and crushed it in his hands. "Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a witcher. I've long forgotten my name... and perhaps the last witcher of the Ashkandel Fields. After all, the dangers of the civilized world are dwindling, and there's no need for those of us who are neither human nor ghost. But in my twilight years, I'm deeply satisfied to be able to fight a great and remarkable spellcaster like you. I've witnessed everything you've done for these children."

He drew his sword.

"Let us fight as hard as we can, using each other's souls."

At this moment, the heaven and earth turned into nothingness, and a force field anchored them together in an unknown space.

Du Lin looked at him. Behind the old man, there was a desolate castle in the night.

Du Lin sighed.

He looked at his hands.

The dry hands were covered with traces of IV drips.

Du Lin smiled and changed out of his hospital gown in an instant.

The navy blue trench coat in the tower, the long sword obtained at graduation, the dagger at the waist, and the gibbon silk ring on the wrist.

Every piece was lost that night.

I thought I'd...never see you again.

The elderly Durin drew his sword the next second and blocked the attack of the demon hunter in front of him.