The heroes of the past, even if they are not from the current dynasty, are worthy of respect.
The strong do not ask where they come from!
Heroes have no dynasties!
"Of course. Although my life has been wonderful, I haven't lived enough. It's not time to give up treatment yet."
With a chuckle, the Emperor of Daxia also started joking.
When getting along with Xiaoxiang Yeyu, there is no so-called relationship between a king and his subjects. On the contrary, it is more like a casual chat with a junior.
"Marquis Beiyuan, I once asked you about what you just said. Do you know what the previous president of the Magic Guild said?"
"There are countless heroes and martyrs in the world. Their lives were both glorious and ordinary. Compared to building some vain cemeteries, they hoped that their descendants could live better."
"They paid their dues not to be remembered by others, but to provide a good living space for future generations."
"The cemetery is the goal. As long as we can leave a better living space for future generations, then this goal will be achieved."
The voice was very calm, but these words sounded like thunder in Chu Yuan's ears.
The cemetery, purpose, glory and vanity are not important. What is important is to leave a better living space for future generations!
He wanted to say something, but at this moment, Chu Yuan suddenly didn't know what he should say.
During these two days, Chu Yuan actually saw more than just the five senior heroes in the Elemental Wasteland. From those vaguely incomplete tasks, Chu Yuan saw more senior heroes.
I want to cry, but I don’t know how.
So many powerful people who once stood out from the crowd, their final destination did not even leave behind their names!
Even the five senior heroes mentioned by the president of the Magic Guild only have some of their names retained, and most of them left nothing.
Perhaps, only time knows that they once existed.
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