Chapter 653: Low tide (2)

Talk about...
As soon as this thought came up, it was suppressed again. Identity and status determine the way of talking, but Nicole doesn't know how to locate the lady.
Perhaps even the lady didn't know how to locate it.
If you can’t even know where you are, what should others do?
Nicole can't help it, her humility is just an attitude to life, not to bow to everyone. Besides, her identity does not allow this to happen.
At night, the full moon hangs high.
Just like what the said, the rocky beach is extremely quiet. If it weren't for the presence of everyone, it would definitely look particularly poignant here. It's a pity that the overlapping barracks and the bonfires jumping around broke the artistic conception. Accompanied by the dancing of light and shadow and the stealing of human voices, melancholy slowly condenses and lingers. Some people think of old people, some people miss their hometown.
The deep, sad song rang softly, echoing in the rocky beach, endlessly...
Even Nicole was infected by the singing, and she didn't know where she was drifting.
...
Strider folded his wings and gently landed in front of a small town. He didn't know why the gods would require them to come out, but instead took a laissez-faire attitude towards the general public.
The tide of undead has begun to recede, but many weak souls have been abandoned on the land before they were alive, allowing them to cry helplessly.
His task is to put these dead souls in peace in front of everyone.
Although I felt that this task was inexplicable, Thrid did not think much about it. More than ten years of time made him accustomed to obedience, accustomed to looking up at the gods with awe.
Some things have to be believed. He witnessed the birth of a new in Darkmoon Harbor. He even suspected that Bran kept them just for them to witness.
Some incomprehensible forces made Dani, the ancient tree, and those known as partners gradually transformed, until they were out of the realm of things.
This kind of power is incredible in itself, and if he hadn't seen Thrid with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it. And he was not the one who witnessed these, there were several other Skywalkers.
Perhaps this is also a kind of luck, so that they can return to the perspective of mortals to see and hear.
Nita, who was still pretentious, approached them as soon as she arrived at the rocky beach.
It's just that the exchanges between the two sides were not pleasant, Nita still refused to admit his fate, and still had many delusions. The most unpleasant thing is that it thinks they are the same...
Strider didn't want to talk nonsense with this old dragon, because some things could not be explained unless he saw it with his own eyes. It was like Bran and the sky above the sky, looking down at the world.
What about mortals, what about extraordinary?
Strider is no longer attached to his former identity, he has put down the past and started to look forward. He believed Nicole's many judgments and decided to give everything to the gods. He wanted to fully obey the deity's arrangements for a period of time in the future.
power! He did face similar problems. But he believed that the deity must have considered these.
Over the years, the dark side seems to be shrinking, but many people, including Thrid, think this is an elite strategy. It's just that I didn't understand the purpose of this strategy.
But when the new world appeared in front of his eyes, the doubts once were suddenly cheerful. When the Dark Night Gods came back, they didn't want to fight for a time and place in the past, but set their sights on the broader future. Because as long as they are there, faith can spread to the new world at any time.
So Thrid believes that the deity will arrange everyone's path.
...
Some believed and waited for the deity's arrangement, but some wanted to try their luck.
An Wei Na looked into the distance wearily. When Bran looked down on the world from the sky, she also received a bright miraculous metaphor-to act cheaply. She once thought that this was Guangming's trust in her, but the ensuing tide of undead made her understand that this was actually an all-round test.
Faced with this tide, she remembered things about the light like many people. Not only the light itself, but also the servants. The gatekeeper is perhaps the most legendary story, growing from the humblest cannibal to a sharp blade in the hands of the light. The despair in the process was rendered as tragic and vigorous, but it could not conceal the bright and ruthless facts.
It was only more than ten years that she had forgotten this impressive story.
What a good brother and sister!
With this kind of emotion, An Wei Na weakly watched the tide of undead sweep by her side. Fortunately, she is not the young and reckless Mela.
Regardless of whether she believes in the light piously or not, she has never neglected in her speech and behavior. At the same time, she kept asking her men like this. Even if you walk alone in the wilderness, you don't forget to set up an altar in the resting place. Even if this altar is just a simple stone, a pile of loose soil.
Unfortunately, some people still forgot her warning...
She wanted to warn more, but it backfired. It is foreseen that the pool water will lose its function here. It is as clear and transparent as ordinary clean water. Faced with her question, no ripples arose.
Although she didn't want to admit it, An Wei Na knew that this made her feel helpless and panicked, who was used to relying on pool water. After endless years, she actually shrank and hesitated like a little girl.
But she can't hesitate like those things, she must give people confidence when they look over. It's really difficult, even if you are used to seeing life and death, you can't help feeling panic when facing the death wave sweeping the world. At that time she really envied the old dragon Nita, who could run to hide in the rocky beach.
To say that it is against the impact of the tide of the undead, it is better to say that it is hiding in the protection circle of the deity. For most people, temples, altars, and statues hanging on the body are the best guarantee.
Unfortunately, not all idols can become amulets. Only those who have been blessed by the gods have this magical effect. Most of these miraculous statues are personal belongings from the demons around Double Wing City. Apart from envy, she could not find a way to obtain it.
She can hardly do anything except wait.
She also hopes that her subordinates can gain the power to fight the undead through devout faith, but it is difficult for them to achieve a pious state. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't do it. They believe in gods, but they cannot fall into fanaticism. An Wei Na knows that this is all because of her existence.
Guilt!
This kind of emotion, which didn't know how long it disappeared, began to linger in An Wei Na's heart, making her feel more tormented. It was in this suffering that she felt that the barrier with the magic sea began to loosen.
It was also at that time that she suddenly remembered what Bran had said, "Abilities are nurtured from our bodies and are originally a response to us. Our fears, our expectations, and ultimately become our capabilities. Become our support..."
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"The tide has receded."
Meow sighed and reported to Ai Qi, with a deep unwillingness on her face. Just as Aiqi guessed, a lazy image was beautified by the group of dwarfs into a worldly ease.
Looking at Aiqi's stinky fart these days, Meow can't wait to step on that stinky face. Unfortunately, this kind of thing can only be thought of...
The news spread quickly, and the cheers rose from scratch.
"Look! This is hope." Ai Qi clasped Meow's shoulder and pointed his finger into the distance, "Look at how sincere their smiling faces are."
Meow muttered, "It's really a bunch of heartless guys, a little like you."
Aiqi smiled, "For the rest of my life, I am really happy for them."
"Yes, these are your devout believers after all." Meow scratched his head, "Then, what are you going to do with these people?"
"Never thought, what will be their own business in the future. I have no energy and no ability to take care of them." Aiqi patted Meow on the shoulder, "We will continue to tour the world, right?"
Meow showed a smile, "Hmm! It's just--, it's a pity to give them up like this."
"Why, you can't bear it?"
Meow hesitated for a moment before admitting: "It's a little bit."
"The tide hasn't receded completely. We can clean it up before leaving." Aiqi sighed, "By the way, is there an easy-to-learn, quick way to appease the dead?"
Meowmeow seemed to think of something funny, showing a pair of little tiger teeth: "Yes, this was created by Jenny and Aunt Luy, it's just a bit numb..."