Chapter 2497: Sacrifice and inheritance

Everyone’s psychological shadow lasts differently, the driver’s, I guess it’s one hour.
I vaguely remember that an hour ago, this young driver was still staring at me with the most vicious eyes. At that time, there must be countless vicious curses circling in the depths of his mind.
But an hour later, this guy waned his sweat, went away tired, and recovered his former look. When he took a drink from the glass, he did not forget to salute me, even his fierce eyes became calm and soothing.
If he didn't deliberately hide it, then his time for holding a grudge would be no more than an hour-this is an honest man.
After the airship went through a long and boring voyage, the huge island country named Fort Vitch just appeared in front of us.
Through the crystal call, I contacted Master Dewey and informed him of the successful return of the body. At the same time, I confessed to him a regret. One of the corpses of a dwarven adventurer was due to some The reason is not coming back.
After listening to Master Dewey, he immediately spoke to comfort me. At the same time, he said that he was able to retrieve most of the corpses, which is already indispensable. This matter should be executed by him, fearing that another crusade will be triggered.
My heart is dangerous. If I didn't make a move in time, I don't know how many adventurers would lose their lives in confusion.
The airship descended slowly and landed smoothly on the landing site.
The hatch opened, and nearly a hundred brightly dressed dwarf adventurers, with helmets and armor, lined up.
Every few people, there is an adventurer holding a foldable simple stretcher in his hand. There are dozens of such stretchers.
After all the dwarf adventurers entered the hatch, Master Dewey finally followed.
At this moment, he is much more haggard than when he saw him last time. Not only is he thinner, but he has dark circles around his eyes. Fortunately, he is still full of energy.
Master Dewey walked slowly to me, his eyes full of pride.
I saluted a military salute unique to Fort Witchcraft and said loudly: "Master Reporter, except for one body, the remains of the remaining martyrs have been returned in their entirety!"
"Well, thank you for your great contribution to Fort Witchcraft. You, An Xiaoyi, are not only our compatriots from Fort Witchcraft, but also our hero!"
With that said, he also saluted me and said loudly: "Heroes!"
"Heroes!"
All the dwarves knelt down on one knee, shouting loudly, with great prestige and long duration.
Although I knew that this was a show between me and Master Dewey, I was still moved by the little one in my heart.
After opening the hatch, a corpse was neatly arranged in the cabin. Many people still maintained the fearless expression on their faces when fighting. Their fists were clenched and clenched so tightly that even if they were broken with force, they could not be held. Separate from weapons.
They have inherited the glorious inheritance of the dwarves who are not afraid of death and fight to the last minute, and even until the moment of death, they have not forgotten the ancestral training and inheritance.
This is why Fort Witch is strong.
The dwarves have inherited their sturdy fighting style, and the goblins have inherited their smart minds and knowledge accumulated over the ages. If this style can be continued, within a few hundred years, the dwarves and the goblins will become the masters of the Zephyr continent.
Just like the fairy royal family back then.
The families of the martyrs had already been waiting at the airship base. Although they were sad, they still maintained sufficient rationality. After all the bodies were transported from the airship, all the families lined up to identify the faces of the victims one by one.
After finding that familiar face, the families of the victims wept uncontrollably.
An atmosphere of grief instantly enveloped the entire airship base.
Looking at this heartbreaking scene, I couldn't help but sigh deeply, always feeling inexplicably sad.
"They are all heroes and martyrs. They have exhausted their abilities to save more lives in the hands of terrible monsters."
Master Dewey sighed faintly: "I was wrong. All of this is my fault. From the beginning, I shouldn't dig out the remains of the Celestial people without authorization. I should have known the knowledge possessed by those incredible ancient civilizations. It's not something I, an ordinary goblin old man, should master."
As he said, he hid his face and said in agony: "I broke the rules. I should bear all this..."
For a long time, Master Dewey has shown himself as a ruthless superior, whether it is killing some powerful families or inducing some people to die willingly in order to achieve certain things.
But in fact, all this is just disguise.
If you don't do this, those subordinates will see through his kind heart and use his kindness to fill the abyss of desire wantonly.
It will not take long for Master Dewey's business empire to collapse.
This is what he would rather die than see.
"Any cruel experience will result in sacrifices. This is what you taught me. I also believe in this. And even if they died, they did not show any regrets. This shows that they are about to die. I do not regret it."
"Foster father" I turned to him and said solemnly: "They have no fear, no regrets, and go forward courageously, not afraid of life and death. The reason why they can do all of this is because they love you and trust you, because they Knowing that even if you die, you will definitely treat their family members and their relatives kindly."
Master Dewey closed his eyes and slowly raised his head. His breathing was heavy and slow. With each heavy breath, his sad expression faded a bit.
A few minutes later.
Master Dewey had already recovered his peace, he grudgingly smiled at me: "Thank you, son."
"You're welcome, foster father."
In the next few days, I visited every family of martyrs with Master Dewey. Master Dewey made many promises on this day to treat the families of martyrs and their children kindly, and ensure that they will enjoy the highest standard of treatment.
The families of the martyrs were grateful to Dade, crying bitterly, and thanking Master Dewey for his grace.
But I can see that what they need is not these benefits, but the sacrificed family members.
It's like a little girl, with her immature face upturned, grabbing the corner of Master Dewey's clothes, crying for her father.
But the dead are dead, and the living still need to live, because they still have children alive, and they still have a family to continue.
After visiting every family member of the martyrs, and then looking at Master Dewey, he is already ten years old.
The vicissitudes of life are stained with tears, and it can't be wiped clean, nor can it be wiped completely.
Today is destined to be a sad day.
"Brother, you can be sad for a day."
In the palace, the Goblin King comforted Master Dewey, saying: "But starting tomorrow, you can't get hurt anymore."
The dwarf king didn't quite understand the meaning of the goblin king's words. He lost an entire elite team, and his eyes were red. After listening to the goblin king's words, he angrily refuted the goblin king: "why? Brother crying? If you are sad, sad, and hide in your heart like an okay person, what's the point of being alive?"
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