Durin's Diary

Chapter 616 I will see
The smoke floating in the open space was half burned.

An old hand took it, and he brought it to his lips and took a deep breath.

·This is the first time I have seen a lich like you in my entire life.

The dead old witcher said this and looked at Durin.

His spirit was breaking apart. This was the iron rule of duels—the loser's soul would become nourishment for the winner's soul.

You're not a serious demon hunter.

As Du Lin spoke, he lit a second cigarette for the old man.

Yes, I feared death and eventually took the evil path. I killed my lover, my friend, and my mentor, and I also went mad. It was the Clegane family who gave me a chance to start a new life. They didn't ask me to do it, but I wanted to do something for this land.

Du Lin nodded.

Therefore, you are my enemy.

Yes, we all understand that we each have our own understanding of this land. Your way is not my way, and your path is not my path. We both want to live the way we want to live, but you win and I lose, that's all.

Yes, that's all. If I win, I will continue on my way. I want to give young children more hope. Fate makes some children deaf or dumb by birth, and what I want to do is to make life as fair as possible after they are born.

Even if it means becoming enemies with all the nobles and royal families on this earth?

In life, even if you don’t fight with others, you can’t stop enemies from coming uninvited. So I don’t mind enemies coming uninvited, nor do I mind choosing my enemies on my own initiative. Maybe this is my mission.

·As expected of you.

The old man smiled and took a big puff of his cigarette.

More and more dark shadows appeared around, and Du Lin looked at them wandering nearby.

I’m here to find you.

Yes, when I die, those whom I devoured should come looking for me.

After saying this, the old man dropped his cigarette holder.

He smiled and opened his arms, hugging the first dark shadow that pounced on him and bit his spirit.

You finally came to me, my love, I'm so sorry.

He murmured as he was dragged by countless dark shadows into the black mud on the surface.

Durin watched it disappear in the black mud, then looked at Jaeger's messenger, who bowed to Durin.

·Hail to you, my Lord.

At this moment, the panic in its tone was clearly audible.

Du Lin waved his hand and asked him to leave.

Then he looked at the manhole cover not far away, and saw a young man had lifted it.

It was Struve. He came out of the sewer and pointed at it excitedly: "Sir, follow me, we have a secret base down there."

You are really brave, boy.

Du Lin shook his head.

The next second, Du Lin grabbed the boy from the air and took him back to the sewer.

"I can feel that you are leading the way for us. Thank you, Lord Dulin." The older child looked at Dulin with a smile on his face.

Du Lin reached out and stroked his head.

Jaeger's descendants cannot cry, so correspondingly, they cannot laugh, because their smiles represent the tears they have never shed.

If you want to cry, cry.

Du Lin lifted the curse for the child.

He watched him walk ahead, and the laughter gradually died down. Then, an unpleasant sobbing sound spread through the sewer.

One after another, children came out from the corners and looked at Dulin with them, as well as Stuluwe who was leading Dulin.

Finally, Dulin saw Joseph, who was sitting on a pile of boxes with other children about their age.

Like a wolf.

Dulin watched them until Joseph walked up to him and knelt on one knee in front of him.

"Sir, I beg you to give those children a chance to live." He pointed to the cubs being taken care of by the girls nearby.

I promise you.

Du Lin replied softly.

"Sir, I beg you to help us get revenge." He pointed to the boys behind him. They were injured to varying degrees, and one even lost an eye.

I will help you.

Du Lin responded softly.

"My lord, my bloody meal... has been offered." Joseph tore open his shirt, and Du Lin saw five bullet holes in his chest, but no blood flowed out.

Du Lin shook his head.

He took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

The next second, the sewer lit by the dim candlelight became as bright as day, and Joseph's spirit, held up by thousands of dark shadows, fell down.

The moment the soul returned to the body, the healing glow lit up, the bullet was squeezed out by the muscles, and the young man came back to life again.

Du Lin lowered his head, looked at the young man who had been reborn, and shook his head.

On behalf of Yuri and Vladimir, I reject your sacrifice. Remember, from today on, you live for them. Perhaps many years later, you will be too old to walk. Then one afternoon, they will come to pick you up and take you to the Endless Wilderness.

But before that day comes, you have to stay alive. There are so many children who need your care, and so many enemies who need you to wield the butcher knife against them.

The young boy burst into tears.

He knelt in front of Du Lin.

Tears streaming down my face.

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The lich-like Durin arrived at the Nice Military Orphanage in the middle of the night and destroyed the ambush team with a wave of his hand. It sounded very terrifying, but at that moment all the creatures in the entire military orphanage were blessed with withering and flourishing. The guilty withered and the innocent flourished. Look at the ancient tree, half of which was blown off, and now new buds are sprouting at the wound.

Simply because this is the purest legendary druid magic.

It is so pure that even the gods cannot say a bad thing about it.

Then he lit the incense. This was a unique ritual of Zhulong. Jaeger's descendants lived in the military orphanage for a long time. All lives that died in the military orphanage would be imprisoned, but Durin lit incense for them, lighting the way for every lost soul to the end of their respective beliefs.

This is also the purest divine art, even far surpassing the general legendary divine art, because Durin, as a mortal, sent his life to the end - this is not something that a mortal should do.

The fact that he could do this meant that he was igniting the divine fire. Even if it was just a flame, it represented sublimation - otherwise, Jaeger's messenger would not salute Durin as if he were facing a god.

Next, the demon hunters from Ashkandel Field hunted down the lich-like Durin, but they were killed before they could even last a minute in the soul-hunting ritual.

This news is not big news. After all, Jaeger's messenger came there to find a home for his soul.

But all of this, including his final conversation with Durin, was revealed through tracing techniques.

Dulin did not erase all this.

Likewise, there are legendary wizards who are not afraid of the royal family and the nobility and trace everything back.

　I haven't been in a good mood these days. This plot has made me numb...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)