People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

We search for the fragments of heroes left after the war,

We search for the hero's fate of death.

Oh──oh──oh──

Whose origin is this?

This is where he came from.

Oh──oh──oh──

This is how he came.”

Following the song and looking out, I saw a group of immortals wandering in the broken ruins on the distant lake.

They are the first people who have been blessed with gold and have lived forever.

But now that the Elden Ring is broken and the Golden Tree has stopped its blessings, these people are like those suffering from dementia, their bodies are emaciated and only skin and bones remain, wandering in a state of neither life nor death, wandering around the border area, looking for ways to die.

So they found the flying dragon Yakir who was entrenched in Nimgfu, hoping that Yakir could devour them with its beautiful dragon flame.

These guys are also a pathetic bunch.

We live long because of the blessing, and we hope to die because of the blessing.

After standing on the edge of the cliff and watching for a while, Reinhardt shook his head, turned around and left, continuing his journey.

When the golden tree bloomed again and the junction ushered in dawn, he unknowingly arrived at the Station Street.

Perhaps it was his subconscious that prompted him to want to meet Teacher Se Lian.

But the Post Street is now even more dilapidated than when he left.

The temporary wooden houses around have long since decayed and collapsed, turning into nutrients for the earth.

As for the buildings on Post Station Street built near the ruins stone, only a pile of rubble and ruins remained, covered with moss, as if no one had visited them for a long time.

To be honest, there is a question that has been lingering in Reinhardt's mind since he woke up, and he can't find the answer.

How long did I sleep like this?

The border area has become so dilapidated that there are few living people along the way.

The most important thing is that many things no longer match my memory, and everything is full of weirdness...

137. Melina's Visit (5K)

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Walking down the winding and steep stone steps, Reinhardt completely ignored the groups of Mirandas who were trying to stop him on the ground and forced his way into the familiar basement.

After all, they are old neighbors after all. Without their protection, I guess this basement wouldn't have been able to hide for so long...

Okay, please allow him to take back what he said above. There is something wrong with this basement.

Most of the furnishings in the basement remained the same, not much different from what he remembered when he left.

However, the candlelight had long been extinguished, leaving only ashes, and the furniture had decayed due to the erosion of time.

But in the very center of the basement, there was a fire burning, and a figure was sitting beside the fire.

However, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the materials burning in the fire were actually his sofa and bed!

Confucius said: Your mother is a maid!

Reinhardt's eyes suddenly turned cold. Everything here was his memory, and yet it was destroyed like this.

Confucius said: This can be tolerated, what cannot be tolerated?

It is unbearable, there is no need to endure it anymore!

He clenched his fists and slowly walked towards the figure.

Today he must teach this guy a lesson on guest etiquette.

Reinhardt's approach seemed to attract the attention of the figure. He immediately turned his head and looked over. Seeing Reinhardt striding towards him, he slowly stood up.

The man was a large man, wearing a pumpkin-shaped helmet, and holding a flail in his hand, which he swung gently.

It's the Pumpkin Head Soldier.

Moreover, his appearance seemed to disturb the rest of the pumpkin-headed soldier, which made the other party very unhappy. He raised the huge flail in his hand and rushed over.

But what does that have to do with him?

The flail came through the air, Reinhardt's eyes fixed, and he raised his fist to hit it.

boom--

The falling flail collided fiercely with Reinhardt's fist, but it was not his fist that was injured, but the flail in Pumpkinhead's hand, which was immediately smashed into pieces by the punch.

Are you kidding me? He could even use his fists to knock out Latarn's Starshattering Greatsword, so what could a mere broken flail do to him?!

Normally, most soldiers would be afraid or at least shocked when seeing this scene, but he did not feel this emotion from Pumpkinhead.

He was as fearless as a machine. When he found the flail in his hand was broken, he threw it away and rushed forward without hesitation.

With just one quick step, he rushed into his arms and raised his fist to hit his head.

The huge fist swung down with a sound of breaking wind, directly cracking the ground.

The attack failed.

At that moment, Reinhardt had already disappeared from the spot with the hound gait, and when he reappeared, the pumpkin soldiers had already appeared.

"die!!!"

In the blink of an eye, Reinhard's bigger fist came down and hit the pumpkin hood hard.

bang——

A heavy, muffled sound rang out from the pumpkin helmet, like the sound of a dull bell.

But the almost indestructible helmet began to crack inch by inch with a sound where Reinhardt's fist landed, gradually covering the entire helmet.

Moreover, in the pitch-black cracks, a bright red substance slowly dripped from the gap, flowing like a funnel filled with water, mixed with an unknown white color.

With a plop, the pumpkin-headed soldier fell down.

The helmet also shattered, and the contents inside seemed to have been violently stirred by a blender, and the red and white objects immediately scattered all over the ground.

It’s good to be young, you can sleep without a head.

Reinhardt looked at the headless corpse lying on the ground with indifference, his eyes full of coldness.

There is no doubt that this thing must have been tamed by Greg.

As the Elden Ring was broken, the Golden Tree stopped bestowing blessings, and those people in the border areas who had been blessed gradually suffered from dementia.

This symptom is similar to mania. Some people are irritable and full of aggressiveness, while others want to commit suicide, just like the group of immortals.

And this pumpkin soldier is the product of dementia.

Some monarchs captured and tied up the mad soldiers, and then made helmets that turned pitch black and gave them to the soldiers.

It is said that this method can effectively suppress the panic of the crazy soldiers. In addition, since they have lost their rationality themselves, this will allow the crazy soldiers to play their greatest role.

However, these things had nothing to do with Reinhardt. What he cared about was that the bastard Greg had actually laid hands on his former residence.

What are you doing here?

Want to capture Teacher Se Lian and reattach his limbs?

Is this bastard really tired of living?

However, there is another possibility, that is, this pumpkin soldier was controlled by Teacher Seren and was responsible for guarding here.

To avoid being disturbed by outsiders.

After all, although this place is indeed hidden and ordinary people cannot get in because of Miranda's protection, there will still be some unlucky guys who break in.

The weathered bones around are the best proof.

But no matter what, this matter is inextricably linked to that little bastard Greg, which gives him another reason to teach Greg, the bastard who only cares about food and not beatings, a lesson.

In addition, there was something similar to a bonfire on the ground, but it looked like small tree roots spreading out from the ground, and was surrounded by a ball of golden glow.

This is a blessed land, providing light to guide the way forward for the faded ones.

But Reinhardt was too lazy to pay attention to it, not even bothering to look at it. This was not the first time he had seen this thing. He had seen several on the road.

And nothing was more important than him seeing the teacher first.

"Teacher, I'm back!"

When he walked straight to the familiar iron gate, he suddenly found something wrong.

"seal?"

He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the iron gate. Suddenly, a deep blue emblem appeared on the gate, which was particularly dazzling in this dim environment.

The mark shown above is that of the Rhea Lukalia School of Magic, and behind that mark is the mark belonging to Radagon.

It was almost the same seal as he remembered the magic academy used.

But this made him feel a little puzzled.

Could it be that the School of Magic has joined forces with that idiot Greg?

This is not impossible.

After all, the Magic Academy and Greg are both not very smart, and they are neighbors, so the possibility of them getting together is very high.

If that's the case, then the seal here makes sense.

It should be a seal set for Seren to prevent her from escaping.

In just a moment, Reinhardt guessed this possibility, and his eyes were almost filled with coldness.

He didn't expect that after sleeping for so many years, the border area has become completely different from what he remembered.

Even those people in the magic academy didn't learn their lesson and got involved with that idiot Greg!

You really think your life is too long, right?!

However, there is one thing that doesn't make sense. Why are there only pumpkin soldiers guarding here, and no magicians from the magic academy?

And considering the teacher's strength, who was it that suppressed Teacher Se Lian?

You have to know that with Greg's strength alone, even if there were three of them, they would not be enough for Serlian to defeat with one hand, not to mention the senior leaders of the Magic Academy. If Serlian had not surrendered himself, they would not have been able to capture Serlian.

But no matter what, Reinhardt didn't intend to think about it any further and decided to rescue the teacher first.

Then we will settle them one by one.

Reinhardt took a deep breath, and without caring whether there was a seal or not, he dug his fingers into the side of the iron door, and the muscles in his arms moved slightly.

Boom——

The seal of the magic academy was instantly torn apart, turning into starlight and disappearing, and the iron door was also torn open by him roughly.

"Teacher, I'm here to save you...?"

Reinhardt was stunned.

The imagined scene of the teacher being imprisoned here did not appear, and there was not even a shadow of a person.

There was only a neat table, a pile of fluorescent pyroxene in the corner, and neatly arranged bookshelves on both sides.

At the same time, the pervasive smell of stale mold also rushed into the nostrils.

The smell tells you that this place has been abandoned for a long time.

Seeing this, Reinhardt breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that the teacher is not here..."

He would rather the teacher be fine than gain nothing.

But where can Teacher Seren go?

Out of curiosity, he walked into the deep room and looked at the familiar furnishings around him, with nostalgia in his eyes.

He could even imagine the teacher who would occasionally wear a witch's mask, standing in the middle of the room with bare feet, gently pinching her chin as if waiting for someone to return.