Duke of Grief

With a breath of white gas, Glush looked up to the high mountain, one of the birthplaces of the Mendez continental water system, and the peaks straight into the clouds were white, as if shining in the sun, full of a holy beauty.

For a few months, although Grush joined the disaster relief queue, but the workload of rebuilding a city was huge, he could not help in this respect.

After the residents of that city endured the grief and stabilized the situation in the city, Glush left there with guilt. In his view, it was his fault that the tower was'awakened' by the castle. It was also his fault that the survivors in the massacre were killed...

After the residents of Mara settled down and were ready to rebuild the town, he left there.

Knowing that the monks would be there to help Marathon residents rebuild the town, there should be no more major problems, and with a guilt, Glush left the broken town like he was running away.

Those deaths were like a big mountain, which pressed on his heart and made him breathless.

While walking on the Eagle Plateau, he met a very wise old monk. When standing in front of the monk, the monk gave him the feeling of the sun, and at best he could only compare it to the ' moon'.

He knows that this is a legend, even if it is not a legend, it is also a very powerful ‘extraordinary’.

When he met the old monk, the old monk already saw the gloom in his heart and relieved him after he confessed, but that did not relieve his guilt.

Later, the old monk proposed another way to let him walk towards the highest peak in the Orff Mountains-without wearing any armor, it was enough to wear a commoner's clothes except for weapons.

Grush did so, and he can be sure that this method is indeed very effective.

In the cold and freezing season, the rough feet cling to the snow layer, and all the objects were wrapped up by him with a back, behind his back.

There was no other clothes except a set of cloth that had not been changed for a long time.

The sword belt looped around the waist, and Grush wore the worn long sword around his waist, pressed his left hand on the hilt, and held the "justice" in his right hand, and walked towards the highest mountain on the Eagle Plateau.

After two months of intimate contact with the ground, the footboard has developed a thick layer of calluses. At first, you will feel pain, but now there is no longer any feeling.

In addition to eating, drinking and resting all day, Grush walked the rest of the time.

He did not rush to the mountain, because it would not have any effect. If he wanted to appease his heart, then first he could not make his heart irritable.

Two months of meal style drink, two months of silence, two months of thinking and walking...

At first, he would toss and turn during the break, but as time progressed, the irritability in his heart had slowly disappeared.

These two months of time and itinerary made his eyes clear again. After two months, he ‘see’ again!

Putting the principle of justice on his chest, Grush bowed deeply in the direction of coming behind him.

He didn't know whether the direction he came from was the direction that met the old monk, but he needed to thank, and sincere thanks.

After two months, Grush finally understood what he wanted to do-he recovered his original intention!

This ascetic journey came with cold wind and bare feet, and the life of meal style and drink made him lose a lot of weight. However, he found himself on the journey and returned his soul to the body. in.

From now on, he can call himself a "hand of justice", and he no longer needs self-humility, even if other people will say that he is "big talk", but he is "hand of justice."

The power given to him by the God of Justice has been completely digested, and all influences have been eliminated.

"Ah!"

After a lapse of two months, Grush opened his mouth for the first time.

He smiled, looking at the holy mountain, he laughed, and laughed with a voice that he somehow became dumb.

He is still Grus, but he will never be influenced by the divine powers given to him by the God of Justice and become a sage who will only mourn the world forever.

The erosion of the divine power on him has been completely eliminated, and it is only now that he knows that the old monk had already seen this, but it was not clearly pointed out, but through a subtle way to let He saved himself.

This method must be carried out with a pure heart. If there is even a little bit of utility in the heart, even if you walk tens of thousands of miles barefoot, there will be no effect.

After standing on the snow for a while, Grush lifted his footsteps and continued to walk towards the high mountain.

Although he has recovered and digested the power of ‘Legend’ and become more powerful, he still wants to complete this journey and complete the journey.

Before him, there may have been many people who have walked this way like him for various reasons, perhaps not from this direction, but the ‘heart path’ they have taken is the same.

I don’t know how many people succeeded, and I don’t know how many people died halfway. These are not known at all, but Grush just wants to finish.

There was no impulse in his heart at this time, he simply wanted to finish this path, even if he continued to walk he would not have any gains.

Grush took a deep breath, sucking the icy air into his lungs, flying snow around him, swaying with the wind, but he was used to this temperature, or he was no longer afraid of it.

Frost Han could not invade his body, walking under the gloomy sky, a ray of light rose from his heart and emerged through the body.

The pace of the paladin was calm, just like his will now, without being affected by the flying snow and strong winds around him.

With a smile on his face, Glush walked slowly towards the mountain. After reaching the foot of the mountain, he looked up. Before long, he set off again and stepped toward the mountain.

The footsteps behind him were not covered by Feixue~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Every footprint is like leaving a deep mark on the earth, which cannot be erased.

On his way to the high mountain, no monsters or animals approached him. They stood in the distance, watching the strange and powerful creature walking towards the top of the mountain.

The light shining through the body surface is like firelight, and Grush is heading towards the top of the mountain, like adding firewood to the fire. The flame is burning and growing, and the light is brighter.

At first, the gentle light was like a flame exposed in the wind, suddenly bright and dark.

As Grush climbed upward, the light slowly stabilized, exuding a faint glow.

As he continued to walk upward, the snow falling from the sky fell to his side, and it has quietly dispersed.

Then there was the snow at the feet. In the cold wind and heavy snow, the snow melted quietly, exposing the black land buried deep.

The soles of the feet stepped on the ground and the stone, and Glush still had a smile on his face.

At this point, he had already crossed the mountainside and continued to climb towards the top of the mountain.

The light shines all around, and through the flying snow, the warmth is sprinkled on this high mountain covered by snow and ice all year round.

The paladin kept on sleeping. During the climbing process, he only ate some food and drank some snow water, and spent three days and three nights on the top of the mountain.

He came up, so he became the'sun'-rising slowly!

The light penetrated the clouds, echoing the sun hanging from the sky, and Glush looked up, looking directly at the sun without stabbing his eyes.

Because, he also became light.

"My name is Grus--"

Grush squeezed [the principle of justice] and whispered softly: "Yes, hand of justice!"

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