"No matter what you represent, no matter what kind of existence you are, you will never change for us. You will always be someone we are willing to follow."
With his head bowed deeply, Turs tried his best to express his emotions.
Turs knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly.
Praying, pleading, begging.
He wasn't as calm as he appeared on the surface; in reality, he was already starting to panic.
At first, Turs was also puzzled and confused by Ning Feng's loss of control and escapism. He didn't know what had happened and felt like the sky was falling.
But when Turs saw the confusion in Ning Feng's eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He suddenly felt as if the child he had been watching all along had finally grown up.
Ah... I see.
The light emanating from him was so dazzling that everyone forgot that the prophet who had led them on their journey was not omnipotent.
He was actually just a child who hadn't grown up for very long.
His parents died young because of this dark era, and he had no one to rely on, so he became the one others relied on.
He was a ray of light tearing through the darkness, carrying a lamp and leading everyone forward step by step in the darkness.
But no matter how dazzling he is, he is still human.
You will feel tired, doubtful, and sad.
Even the greatest prophet can feel despair, fear the future, and be at a loss for what to do.
This truth will not disappoint Tulls; he will only feel that the face he has been unable to see all along has finally become clear.
While brilliance can certainly attract attention, excessive radiance can also inspire fear.
The current prophet is neither dazzling nor unappealing; rather, he inspires people to want to follow him.
"…………"
Silence, a suffocating silence.
Turs didn't raise his head. He could sense that the prophet in front of him hadn't left either, and was quietly watching him with his head down.
Will he be angry?
Do you ever get annoyed by a group of persistent followers?
Turs didn't know the answer, nor did he dare to confirm it with the Prophet.
But deep down, he still harbored a sliver of unrealistic hope.
Please don't abandon us, even if you're annoyed.
Finally, after a long day had passed in a daze, Tulls’s stiff body moved.
He heard a sigh... from the mouth of the prophet.
call.
Seemingly helpless, yet also understanding, Turs didn't understand.
“Turs, lift your head.”
"grown ups……"
Turs hesitated, unsure of what to do, and dared not raise his head.
Snap.
!
Just as Tulls hesitated, a warm hand gently pressed on his shoulder.
"You dared to talk to me like that just now, so why are you afraid to look me in the eye now?"
The prophet's voice regained its usual gentleness, chuckling lightly as he teased Turs in his ear:
“Stand up boldly, Turs.”
"Or do you want me to change my mind?"
Tours: !!!
Turs suddenly raised his head and saw a familiar, warm smile. The Prophet was smiling down at him.
He said:
"Don't worry, I won't abandon you."
Tick-tock.
Tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes as Turs stared blankly at the prophet.
Ahhh...
Very good.
Very good……
The old man forgot to get up and remained kneeling there, devout and moved, letting his tears soak his clothes.
The prophet did not continue to obstruct them, but simply smiled gently, with a hint of helplessness.
He knelt down behind Turs, gently patting the old man's back to comfort him silently.
Don't worry.
"I will always stand in front of you."
He said:
"There will be no more gods before you."
"just me."
...
...
boom!
"Lord Habaron, look at this thing I found! Do you know what it is?"
A burly man carrying a huge iron gate walked up to Habaron, his tall figure casting a shadow that completely enveloped the short scout.
But Habaron wasn't nervous. He circled the man twice, observed him for a moment, and then confidently spoke:
"I don't know! But it feels dangerous! Let's put it away first."
"OK!"
Without a second thought, the man smiled憨厚ly, nodded, and walked away with the iron gate on his back to the other side.
Boom boom boom.
Habaron gazed enviously at the figure that trembled with each step, then raised his own withered arm to mimic it, and sighed.
Other people's calves are not only thicker than my thighs, they're almost as thick as my waist!
Damn it!
But his inexplicable sadness didn't last long before it was interrupted by another companion who walked up to him.
"Lord Habaron, what do you think of this I found?"
Habaron glanced at the metal sphere in the girl's hands, examined it for a moment, and then waved his hand dismissively.
"Hmm...this one doesn't seem to do any harm, let's put it on the other side."
"OK."
"Next!"
"They're here! They're here!"
...
Ning Feng and Turs stood side by side at a distance, silently watching for a while as the newly built camp bustled with activity.
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