Longmen Memoirs

"Where did you do it before?"

"It's pretty much the same as now, fighting small battles, doing logistics and stuff like that."

"That doesn't sound like the truth."

"I really didn't lie to you."

"Ok?"

Froststar looked suspicious.

Yang Ge and Peloteva listened to their conversation with confusion on their faces.

They came down the hillside, and the road became flatter. The surrounding trees and snow remained unchanged. There was a narrow path, which was opened by the infected some time ago. There were tree stumps on the roadside. There is also Xinhen, and the end of the road is the mouth of the river they can see.

Chen Mo failed to see Old Schumann and his friends at the mouth of the river, so it seemed that they might have gone back first.

"Um...Sister, I wanted to ask you before, what are you two talking about? Why are you acting like a secret code on the street? Can you say something that everyone can understand?"

A flash of astonishment flashed in Shuangxing's eyes, and she turned to look at Chen Mo.

"Tell me."

"Okay." Chen Mo did not refuse: "That's right, I plan to go to Kazdaele to see if they can provide us with some assistance. Tallulah is not worried about me going there alone. She can't get away, so I’d like to ask Shuangxing if he can accompany me for a walk.”

"Does that mean you are also going to Kazdale, sister?" Yang Ge blurted out, looked at Shuangxing, then looked at Chen Mo, and added: "With Chen."

"I never said such a thing." Frost Star corrected.

"That's what it means." Chen Mo said, Shuangxing glared at him: "I mean, not necessarily."

"If you don't want to go, sister, then Chen and I will go. Anyway, we have nothing to do after settling in the camp recently. Patrol work is really not interesting. Speaking of which, I haven't been abroad yet."

"I don't care. You go and talk to Talulati. It's not impossible if she agrees." Shuangxing said nonchalantly and looked aside.

"Oh, but Chen can't just..."

Are you here?

Before Yang Ge finished speaking, Petrova tugged on his cloak. He looked over and saw that the latter's hand on his chest was swinging wildly.

"Are you stupid?" He whispered, "Stop talking."

"Ugh?"

Before Yang Ge came back to his senses, he suddenly felt his arm being pulled, and his whole body retreated uncontrollably towards the back. The black crystallized spear in his pupils flashed away, and then it was pressed against the tree trunk next to the road. Half of it was submerged in it.

Sudden attack.

Yang Ge was stunned, looking back at the tree trunk pierced by the spear in fear, his throat choked with sobs. If Chen Mo hadn't suddenly reached out to hold him, he would have been pinned against the tree now.

"Ahem, Chen, thank you..."

Chen Mo let go of the hand holding his shoulder.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. The enemy this time will not be easy to deal with."

He grasped the handle of the heavy knife, his fingers touching and then moving away, placing them on another weapon.

Without any thought, Frost Star pulled out the staff and spurs he carried and stood in front of the snow monster. The black spear hit the ice crystals made of magic, and both sides were shattered in the air at the same time.

The aftermath of the spell stirred up the surrounding snow, and the snowflakes rose in the air, then slowly drifted away. Under the dark sky, a figure in a strange black outfit appeared in the snow across the line of sight.

His face was covered by a strange respirator mask with red lines, and his whole body was wrapped in a black coat. The style was reminiscent of Ursus' regular army. No one dared to use this kind of uniform with the patriots. The armor came from the same thick color, with only the scarlet scimitar at the waist standing out in the black.

He, or He, seemed to be saying something, as if conveying a certain message in a secret language. His voice was not loud, but it carried a kind of dull repression, and his presence seemed to unknowingly change the air. It felt heavy and stagnant.

Although he was not in a hurry to take action, or even drew the knife.

"Is he all right?"

Shuangxing said, staring solemnly at the black figure opposite, not daring to relax at all.

"I'm fine, eldest sister, thanks to Chen giving me a hand just now."

"As long as it's okay. The enemy you encountered this time is not something you can deal with. You go ahead and I'll stop him. I'll go back to the camp immediately to find the guerrillas and my dad and tell them to be careful."

"Big sister..."

"This is an order!" Frost Star shouted coldly: "Run now, right away!"

"Let's go back to find Big Daddy and Tallulah and let the guerrillas come over. Otherwise, not only will we not be able to help, but we will become a burden."

Petrova pulled Yangge back and he let go of her hand.

"You go back, one person to report the news is enough. I will stay and work with the eldest sister to buy time for you and Chen."

"you……"

"No time to hesitate, listen to me, Petrova." Yang Ge drew his weapon. "We can't leave my eldest sister here alone!"

"Then I'll stay too!" She said firmly, then looked at Chen Mo: "Chen, you go!"

"None of you can leave from here, infected people." The person opposite suddenly said.

"Where are you looking? Your opponent is me!"

The sharp ice spikes condensed quickly under the spell, roaring across the distance between the two sides, as if they were just a warning, grazing the man's head as they flew past.

"Next time, I'll aim for your head."

"Hoo, hiss, ice spike, a good spell. Spells that can achieve this level are rare among infections." His words were not affected by Frost Star's warning: "But there won't be any ending. Change, Warlock, you will all be left here, and this is your end."

"Boast! If you can do it, try it!" Shuangxing clenched the thorn in her hand, as if facing a formidable enemy. She had never encountered such an enemy before, an enemy that would make him feel shaken.

Hard to beat, no, maybe impossible to beat from the start.

But she did not allow herself to retreat, nor did she allow herself to show any fear or fear, because she was the daughter of a patriot, the daughter of a Wendigo who had never retreated.

"Huh..."【+}

"Your tenacity is worthy of praise, magician. In a generation where Ursus is gradually weakening, your tenacity has far surpassed that of your peers."

"I don't need your praise."

"But this is a fact. Killing a person like you is an irreparable loss to Ursus. You should do more, magician. If you are willing, I can spare your life. It is not inevitable that we will become enemies.”

"Ha, it's really ridiculous. Do you want me to put down my weapons and challenge you?" Shuangxing sneered coldly.

The other party shook his head slowly.

"You just need to stay here and you and your people can survive."

"What is your purpose!"

"It's a pity that you won't do that." The other person suddenly said with regret, "Of course, once you choose to live, it proves that you are not as tough as I have seen."

"Ha, according to your statement, no matter what I choose, it won't be the same."

"I have already said, this is your ending, magician. Ursus has already lost too many, too many to count. This is why we exist. If we say our purpose, then this is the only one left, to avoid Ursus. There will be more to lose in the future.”

He didn't reveal anything for the words he had never chosen. He just spoke calmly and seemed to be staring in this direction.

"Huh...his, but there is an exception."

Chen Mo crossed the frost star. He was holding the drawn sword. The simple lines and inscriptions on the sword shone with a blue cold light under the gloomy sky. Behind him, Yang Ge was holding the heavy sword he left behind.

Froststar was stunned.

"Yanguo's sword is another infected person. Huh, no...you are different. Your breath actually made me feel a little trembled. Huh, no...no, what on earth are you..."

His hand took out the knife from his waist.

Shuangxing looked at Chen Mo standing in front of her. She was about to say something to this guy who once said that he was not good at fighting.

The flames, the scorching blue flames, suddenly burned and formed a wall of fire. The wall of fire melted the snow on the ground, grabbed Shuangxing's steps, and blocked the words she wanted to say.

Froststar could only see his back on the other side of the wall of fire.

"Why are Ursus's inner guards here? Where are the infected people at the mouth of the river?"

"..."

"Don't tell me?"

"..."

The black figure on the opposite side stopped making any sound.

It seems to be back to how it was at the beginning.

Chen Mo clenched the sword in his hand, but his heart could never be so calm.

The black figure suddenly disappeared from the place. When it reappeared, it had already crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and the scarlet blade collided with the long sword.

"You're getting weaker, 013."

Unfamiliar sounds, familiar words.

The pupil of Chen Mo's left eye shrank violently.

In the moment when sparks splashed against steel, many memories that had been thought to have been forgotten came to mind again.

In that moment of confusion.

Blood stained the white snow underfoot.

【+&

The life of Black Wall is unchanging, just like the snow will naturally be melted by the high temperature of the fire, and it has become an established fact unconsciously.

Those expectations, extravagant hopes, and fantasies are like snow that has been melted into water. In the end, it cannot be frozen forever, and in the end, it can only be allowed to fade away.

But the snow will not stop. If it remains so cold and icy, the snow will not stop, even if it still inevitably melts.

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Black Wall, a purgatory that Chen Mo once thought he could no longer recall.

In fact, it's not that I can't recall it, but that when I recall that memory, I find that I didn't leave anything there.

No one can save a person who is willing to fall. Although it may be excusable, people don't care about this. They only care about what he has done and how many mistakes he has made.

They only care about what they can see, and will never show any sympathy or understanding for the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of a stranger.

The dim room was actually not much different from a prison cell. It had gray walls, a thick rusty iron door, a small window on the door, and a thin steel frame bed divided into two layers, covered with rough bedding.

If no one talks at night, it's so quiet that you can't even hear a sound inside, and before you want to say something, pulling the iron chain on your wrist is the default code for the two of them.

"Are you asleep? 013."

The Ursus boy on the lower bunk asked aloud in the darkness. He pulled the chain in his hand. After waiting for a long time, there was no response from above.

"013..." he repeated in a low voice, accompanied by the soft sound of the chain shaking. "013..."

"I am listening."

"How long do you think we have to stay here? Can we still go out?"

"I do not know."

"Even you don't know."

"..."

"013...I can't sleep."

"Close your eyes, don't think about anything, and you'll fall asleep soon."

The place below became quiet, and he seemed to close his eyes obediently, but soon, his voice sounded again.

"No one cares. As soon as I close my eyes, I will think of what happened today, 013, will it be like this tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, are we going to stay here for the rest of our lives...killing people." He said in a very loud voice. Qing: "013, are you afraid?"

"will not."

"But I will. I'm afraid of dying here. I'm afraid that I'll never go back. I feel scared when I think about this. I'm also afraid that I will kill people in the future. 013, you are really brave. With I’m a good-for-nothing guy, I’m really useless.”

"..."

"I miss home, 013. I miss my sister and my mother. I haven't seen them for so long. They must be very worried about me. Do you think they will look for me everywhere? If they don't find me, they must be very sad. I I really want to go back and see them again, I really want to see Milly smile, and I really want to eat the vegetable soup made by my mother again." His voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself: "It's really cold here, and I can't get used to the food here."

"013, are you listening?"

"No."