Durin's Diary

Chapter 968 Ruoluo Star

"To die is already merciful for her. If it were me, I would break her arms and legs, cripple her skills, and then hang her on the city wall to see if anyone would be willing to risk their life to save her."

Dulin followed behind the old man, answering calmly.

Such a self-aware alien species has always been extremely rare. Using her life as bait to lure out her accomplices would be an extremely profitable business.

Pitiful? Aren't those thirty-six lives pitiful?

To be an assassin, one must be prepared to kill and be killed. If you don't even have that much awareness, you might as well go back to being a clueless pawn in the hands of an evil god.

"I knew you were harder-hearted than me, but you're still too optimistic. No one will come to save assassins like them. Having guarded Yumen Pass for so many years, I've never seen any love or affection in these strange creatures. They are just pawns of the evil gods. They think they have self-awareness, but in the eyes of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, isn't that just self-deception? In the future, if you encounter such people, do what I did and chop them up and feed them to the dogs. Then they'll know which Candle Dragon they're facing."

Du Lin nodded.

The old man led Dulin uphill for a while, and in front of a small tombstone by the roadside, he reached out and patted it: "This is the war dog of the Ninth Reconnaissance Company. After I recovered from my injuries and returned to Yumen Pass, I was assigned to the Ninth Reconnaissance Team. This dog is very intelligent. I brought it meat twice, and it remembered my scent. I thought it would die of old age in my arms like those old war dogs, but I never thought that one day it would stand in front of the short knife that was thrust at me. It bit the alien assassin who wanted to kill me to death, and died under its own blade."

"He's a loyal dog."

"Yes, just like the reconnaissance team. We are the team that walks ahead of the main army. The commander of the Ninth Reconnaissance Team is surnamed Chen. He is a man from the north. We were very curious as to why a man from the north would come to Yumen Pass in the west. Later we learned from the veterans that his childhood sweetheart had been betrothed to someone else by her parents. He was furious and decided to earn military merit to make a future and let those who looked down on him see how powerful he was."

The old man took out a bottle of liquor and poured a glass for the man: "He really liked Beijing's strong liquor. Whenever I went back to Beijing, I would bring him a few bottles. Later, we were ambushed in battle, and he injured his leg. To give the younger soldiers a chance to survive, he and several wounded veterans volunteered to cover the retreat..." At this point, the old man sat down in front of the tombstone: "Two years later, I returned to the battlefield with the Ninth Reconnaissance Team and retrieved his remains from the cage. He had been captured alive and put in the cage, where he died of thirst..."

"and after."

"Later, I took his remains back to his hometown, only to find that his family had all died. One winter, the ghouls of the north smashed open the town's gates and devoured everyone—his loved ones, his hated ones, his family, his enemies—all vanished from that icy land after that night." The old man shook his head. "So I brought him back. When the general heard about this, he ordered me to bury him here."

Dulin sighed inwardly in silence.

“I led the Ninth Reconnaissance Team for three years. Then the General thought I had the talent to lead a team and gave me a battalion of rangers. The Ninth Reconnaissance Team had a new commander, a young man who was impulsive and belligerent. In the eyes of the aliens and me, this was foolishness, but he didn’t believe it. So, two years later, the Ninth Reconnaissance Team disappeared into the desert. I still haven’t been able to find them. Maybe they fed a town of aliens, and all the ones here are just cenotaphs.”

He pointed to this row.

"I'm old and tired, Dulin. Come over here and help this old man pour some wine for my brothers." The old man handed over the wine bottle.

"it is good".

Dulin took the bottle and opened a bottle of rublin whiskey for himself, pouring both kinds of liquor for each tombstone he passed.

After pouring out the rest of the wine, Dulin tilted his head back, poured the remaining wine from the two bottles into his mouth, placed the bottles on the open ground, and then returned to the old man's side.

He hugged his leg with one hand and pointed to the endless rows of tombstones on the hillside behind him with the other: "The brothers behind are all from my battalion of rangers. The battlefield is like a game of chess. I once naively wanted to save everyone, but reality told me that I didn't have that ability. So many of them joined my battalion with their belongings, and then one day I personally sent them here."

The old man's eyes were filled with reminiscence as he stood up: "I'll take you to meet them."

“Alright.” Du Lin said, taking out several bottles of whiskey from his spatial storage. “The warriors have been drinking your old liquor year after year, they must be sick of it. Here, let’s switch to some Xilu liquor, so everyone can have a taste.” The old man looked Du Lin up and down, and finally smiled and nodded at him. “Well said. Every year, the liquor I bring is either Jiannanchun or Shaodaozi, or the General’s Mansion’s own brew. They must be tired of it. Your liquor is fresh. Whether it’s bitter or sweet, everyone should have a taste.”

At this point, he sighed again: "I once brought my descendants here. Unlike you, they had all sorts of excuses. Some wanted to impress me, while others felt that the people on this mountain had nothing to do with them. Only you gave a direct and straightforward answer."

"Because the young people living on this mountain are all wise men who are loyal to their ideals and face reality. They come with their aspirations for the future and leave with their awareness of reality. They may not all be warriors, but at least none of them are cowards." Dulin said, reaching out to catch Himer as he crawled through the crevice.

"Something seems to have happened at Zhennanguan."

"I'll come as soon as I go."

After Dulin finished speaking, he released Himer and brought out the longsword Thousand Moon from the space, then walked into the portal.

Meanwhile, a colossal demon, five meters tall, is commanding its demon army to attack the city.

When Dulin walked out of the gate, the demon army had already stormed the city walls.

They managed to get onto the city wall; the alien species with three hearts and two lungs is truly remarkable. No wonder everyone says the demon army is powerful; it is indeed an alien species created through the combined efforts of an artificial race and the chaos.

With these thoughts in mind, Dulin leaped onto the city wall, turned in mid-air, drew his sword, and a pure white sword aura sliced ​​through the air, shredding the demon army on the city wall. Then, flying through the air, the sword aura split in two, then in four, forming a well shape, directly dismembering the giant demon.

Landing on the city wall, Dulin used a telekinetic gesture to lift the enormous head over.

The demon army on the city wall screamed and began to flee—they jumped off the wall and were able to move swiftly away from the battlefield.

Dulin hammered several silver nails into the enormous head, then tossed it at the feet of the arriving old commander: "Hang it on the city gate."

"Good!" After saying this, the old man, who still had several wounds on his body, turned around and roared at the soldiers, "Are you all deaf at such a young age! Hang this great demon's head on the city gate!"

"And then there's you. I'll ask you, do you have any cemeteries like the one at Yumen Pass here?" Du Lin asked after sheathing his sword.

"Yes, sir!" the old man replied as he sat down to receive treatment from the physician.

"Then take good care of your injuries. Otherwise, when I leave one day, I'll have to go up the mountain to find you. There are so many people and it's so far away. If I can't find you for a while, I'll get anxious and upset."

The old man laughed loudly: "Not at all, sir. Just say the word at the foot of the mountain, and I'll come out to greet you even if I become a ghost!"

"Forget it." With that, Dulin pulled out a bottle of Yankee liquor: "Use this to treat his wound, so he won't forget the pain once the wound heals." After saying that, Dulin turned and walked towards the open door: "If he comes again, let my bird come find me."

I want to see if the Demon Army will still think about raiding my home once I leave.

(End of this chapter)