Chapter 1547: Unnamed name

The diary is very long, recording the journey of her grandmother growing up from a ignorant girl, the inexplicable feelings that make Connie's mood drift.
The shackles and divisions between the grandmother and the master are not like a pair of lovers, but more like a contest between a wanderer and a follower.
They have never shown each other their minds, and even the dialogue is extremely limited.
Because every conversation will be recorded in the diary in detail, even including the manner and tone of his speech, as if to remember his voice.
Her grandmother is humble.
But it is also happy and happy to do all this, as if chasing the faith.
When Connie was a child, she used to hear the story of a non-issuer, and more than once.
It’s just that she never knew that in the stories told by her grandmother, she was a close observer, even if she was not a witness.
In the grandmother's diary, the increasingly powerful Master, who used to be so overbearing, has also had tenderness.
The first diary has been read through most of the time, and Connie has only returned to God. Judging from time, she should probably read the diary backwards and find a diary related to his brother.
However, when Connie closed the notebook, she accidentally turned to a page of scribbles, full of altered diaries.
The grandmother's words are very beautiful, and there are few revisions in the diary.
But this page diary is extremely sloppy and chaotic, and there are several whole lines of corrections. The pen tip almost pierces the paper like a blood book written on that piece of cloth.
"What's wrong with this?" Connie looked at the scribbled handwriting and could almost feel the fear of her grandmother, watching some uneasy.
"Insane! Crazy! They are crazy...
They danced terrible dances around the altar, and they screamed strange noises in their mouths.
There are many dead and miserable people hanging on the gallows. Everyone...including the children’s faces are full of strange and excited smiles. The red eyes seem to be possessed by the devil, and they screamed tirelessly.
The terrible shadow shrouded the entire Erba tribe. In the shadow, I seemed to see something unspeakable. It had an octopus-like head, and it had... (a messy change, the pen and ink covered almost all the words)
That must be the devil!
They worship the evil spirits, sell their souls to the devil, and then fall into madness.
They found us and started to rush towards us...
They want to eat us. Through their eyes, I can be sure that they treat us as food.
Rex blocked me and let them back.
But they are indifferent to this, like a hungry wolf, still rushing to us.
I saw that the terrible existence in the shadow seemed to stare at us. At the moment of the confrontation, I saw death and saw an ancient and vast world, where... (still a strong alteration, only giant Words such as the city and the sea are faintly identifiable.)
died……
Everyone is dead...
They started killing each other in madness, and Rex fled to the heights with me.
We heard the horror sounds from the valley. I can feel his fear. We snuggle together, but we feel the fear and the cold from each other.
The terrible sound continued until the early morning of the next day, and the shadow of the Erba tribe disappeared.
We went back to the valley again and saw a terrible scene...
Almost all of the tribes are dead, and the death is extremely miserable. Most people should die from biting each other and barely see a complete body.
But there are still some people who have not died. They have smelled our breath and attacked us crazy again.
This time, Rex did not run away.
He killed the orcs who had fallen into madness, then ordered a fire and fled with me...
The devil in the shadow killed everyone in the Erba tribe...
This is a terrible deal...a terrible sacrifice...
......"
The diary came to an abrupt end, and Connie slowly placed the diary on her lap. She only felt that the back and forehead had been wet by the cold sweat, and the heart was full of fear, and the terrible scene constantly appeared in her mind.
It turned out that the Erba tribe was not slaughtered by the Master, but was destroyed by a strange and terrible sacrifice.
It’s just that the only two witnesses to this incident did not inform the public.
Perhaps the existence of the glimpse in the shadows is too horrible, so that they do not dare to mention the outside world, even at the expense of the murderous madness.
"What exactly is the devil in the shadow?" Connie frowned, hesitating, and continued to look down at the diary.
For the next few days, the diary was not updated, and even one or two records were written, "I have dreamt of that terrible place today..."
The diary did not record what the dream was, but her grandmother was plagued by this terrible dream for a full year, and then she began to write a new diary.
The non-issuers were notorious for killing the Erba tribe, and even in the chaotic tribal war years, they became the public enemy of the orc tribe.
Grandmother was therefore forbidden by her grandfather and was not allowed to leave the tribe.
This three-year chase tour seems to have ended.
As he sent her to the cliff outside the tribe that day, he looked at the saying that the sunset said: "Perhaps, we will not see you again."
Since then, my grandmother has never seen him again.
Of course, very few people in the world see him again.
For another three years, she married the youngest and brave warrior of the tribe, who later became the chief of the tribe, his grandfather.
The life after marriage is calm and elegant, without madness and danger, and she has not left the tribe.
The diary is like a flowing water, and there is a bit of happiness in the plain, but it seems to be a little less than before.
One of the big things of the Fakk tribe and the familiar name of Connie appeared in the diary, but she was like a passer-by, and she recorded all this plainly, without any incitement.
The name of Rex and the terrible night never appeared in the diary.
Connie put down the first diary and picked up the third notebook, which was directly turned to the middle and back.
When she saw her birth, her grandmother seemed very happy, but the diary said: "It’s a black and ugly little guy, but what can I do? After all, it’s my granddaughter, I hope I can grow up. Be beautiful. Connie, this name is what my grandmother gave you, grow up quickly, and be sure to check out the world outside."
"Amount..." Connie looked at the dark and ugly description, silent for a long time, and then silently turned a page.
In the next diary, she became the most frequent character. She first learned to talk, walked for the first time, changed her teeth for the first time... all can be found in her grandmother's diary.
Tears slipped from Connie's eyes and fell on the beautiful handwriting on the parchment.
Turning back, suddenly, the style of the page is repeated again, and the scribbled handwriting appears again.
"Din Dinan killed the dog and hung him on the gallows. The presence in the shadow... appeared again..."
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