Ice and Snow Country, Allendale.

Ward got off the deck expressionlessly, ignored the sailor's cursing words, took some money and walked towards the tavern.

Alcohol can anesthetize yourself.

Let him forget the pain of losing Caitlin, the fallen comrades, the gloomy undead, and the hideous devil. Since the end of the Holy Catastrophe, Ward, alone, began to exile himself. He lost his home under the attack of the demon, his family under the attack of the gnolls, his lover in the natural disaster of the undead, and his friends in the battle to fight back the devil. A disaster took away everything from Ward, allowing a hunter to quickly grow into a terrible warrior. His scars came from the lizardman, from the ogre, from the gnolls, from the demon, from the undead, from the devil, and even from other humans. Destiny seemed to have abandoned him, but he favored him. Ward lost too much, but in the end he survived the disaster.

A lifetime of war.

After completely repelling the devil's army, the nobles invited him to work in the south, but Ward just took his sword and embarked on a wandering journey.

He is tired.

Not only the body, but also the heart is extremely tired.

He wandered throughout the continent for more than a year, went to Eagle Mountain in the East, to Viper Island in the South China Sea, and finally got into an unknown caravan and became an inconspicuous sailor.

"Ward!"

The sailors of the caravan were very dissatisfied with Ward, who seemed unruly, but before he could speak, the captain patted his shoulder and shook his head gently.

Only the captain in the caravan knew who Ward was because he had seen Ward fighting on the north side.

The pain brought by the Saint Catastrophe is being healed by time, and the prosperous Arendell is gradually repairing the sequelae of the disaster. Some warriors who retreated from the battlefield have begun to re-establish families. The pain in their eyes is hidden deepest, and only when the night is quiet will they sadly recall those comrades who fell in the battle.

Humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, orcs, lizardmans...

Whether it is good or evil, they stand in the same camp in the final confrontation, and they must drive the devil out of this world.

Everyone paid a heavy price!

More than a year after the end of the Saint Catastrophe, Arendale welcomed a large number of newborns. In the residential areas outside the port, many women holding children and men who put down their weapons began to rebuild their homes and adapt to the already strange work.

War only brings destruction, but creation requires hands and wisdom.

Ward was like a ghost walking among the crowd, unshaven and worn sailor suit, which seemed inconspicuous but kept people a little distance. He entered the tavern, threw the rewards he received from a route to the bar, then picked up a barrel and walked towards the corner. A wandering glanced at his strong body, but retreated after seeing Ward's eyes.

She has met many people.

There is no doubt that Ward is the most dangerous category of people.

There are guards, residents, sailors, and all kinds of people in the tavern. The Saint Catastrophe has ended for more than a year, and there are still people in the tavern bragging about past experiences. A small guard in the South is bragging about how he killed a tall ogre, and also telling that he had defeated a group of devils with the army of Modo. The people next to him listened attentively, and less than 30% of the people came back alive. In a safe rear like Arendell, under the protection of the great princess, many ordinary people have never seen the devil at all.

Ward drank alone quietly.

He listened to the others bragging and talking expressionlessly until all the money was spent, and then he stood up slightly drunk and walked out of the tavern and headed towards the alley.

In Modo City, urination and defecation are not allowed in alleys, but the guards in Arendale don't care. He doesn't like Modo City very much, although it is prosperous, the rules are too strict.

"No! Please!..."

Ward, who was squeezing at the corner of the wall, heard the woman begging for mercy. He looked up and saw two fierce men dragging a woman into the back alley.

mouse.

There is such a group of people in every city who dare not step onto the battlefield, but they like shrill ordinary people very much.

Ward walked over with a swaying waver, and the two active rats immediately became alert. They took out a dagger from their backs and said fiercely: "Get out! Drunk! This is not something you can control."

Ward couldn't help but smile when he heard the rat's harsh words.

A cold light passed by.

Amid the woman's scream, Ward broke the other person's arm with his backhand, then lifted it up with one hand and smashed it directly at the mouse next to him.

“Get out of here.”

Ward glanced coldly at the woman next to him. She was of medium appearance, a little plump, not tall, about twenty years old, with a little freckle on her face.

The woman looked at Ward, who was drunk in a little timidly, thanked her gently and ran outside.

The back alley soon became quiet.

Ward lifted the fainting rat with one hand and walked towards the deeper darkness. He had been to many places and knew what these rats should do. This entertainment might be a rare pastime for him. The peaceful life that his countless comrades exchanged for their lives should not be destroyed by these invisible garbage.

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One night passed.

The next day Ward lay lazily on the cargo beside the dock and basks in the sun.

His money was running out.

The sailor's reward was not much. It was only enough for him to spend at most two days. The warm sea breeze blew, and Ward narrowed his eyes and recalled the past until a shadow reflected in front of him. There was a man, a woman, standing beside him, looking at him.

The woman from yesterday.

She was wearing a shabby linen skirt, holding a small child in her hand, looking about five or six years old, and the woman's expression was a little cramped, but the child looked at him with no fear of being angry at all.

"What's the matter?" Ward opened his eyes and looked at her.

The woman seemed very uneasy and said in a hurry: "Thank you so much yesterday. Do you have no place to live? If you don't dislike it, you can stay at my house for a few days. You can move out when you find a job."

Very clear eyes, only simple gratitude.

Ward looked at the woman, and obviously the other party regarded him as a down-and-out sailor. Many sailors would sleep on the streets after spending all their money and not finding a job, and he simply didn't like the smell in the cabin.

Ward was about to shake his head and refuse, but soon his eyes narrowed.

He saw a figure protruding his head in the crowd.

mouse.

He couldn't help but glance at the woman who was shabby, dressed without any jewelry, and with a child, he didn't look like a rich man. Such a woman should not attract mice except for a little beauty, but there are many women who are more beautiful than her. There are many women around the tavern. Why are these mice chasing each other?

Soon, Ward nodded.

The caravan will stay here for three days to sell goods, and maybe he can have some fun.

The woman's home is not big, but it is clean and tidy. The furniture is old, but it is clean and clean, with needlework inside. This is a diligent woman.

The location of the house is very special.

Although it was close to the edge of the dock, construction was underway. Ward took a look and understood the reason.

Arendell is being expanded and will soon be expropriated and demolished. This can get a considerable amount of money and a new residence from the city hall. This money can already make many rats excited. The city is learning from Modo City, but it is obvious that there is not as pure law as Modo City. If the mouse wants to get a share of the pie, there may be a support from the nobles behind it.

"Where is the child's father?"

Ward looked at the old house and had some history.

"Die." The woman's expression was gloomy, but then she raised her head a little stubbornly and said, "He died on the battlefield in the south, a hero, not a coward who escaped..."

There is obviously a story here.

Not everyone has the courage to fight against the devil. Ward has seen many deserters and even executed some of them himself.

Ward didn't answer the conversation, but just found a clean place to lie down and bask in the sun.

"You must be hungry." The woman's expression became a little darker after saying what she had just said, and her eyes were red. Although she stubbornly said that her husband was a hero, the news sent back by the army was that her husband was a deserter. Maybe she had already believed it in her heart, but she had to persevere in front of the child. She could not tell the child that his father was a timid coward.

The woman quietly wiped the corners of her eyes and whispered: "I'll make some food for you."

Ward did not respond or despise him because he knew how courage it would take to face the terrible devil on the battlefield. He also felt fear, but he finally defeated it and cut off the head of the Deep Demon.

All his comrades were dead.

He was the only one who survived. The conversation just now made Ward recall those familiar faces again.

There are many heroes shining like stars in the Saint Catastrophe. Ward is not one of them, but they are also fighting on the front line for this, with countless robes buried on the battlefield. The disaster has ended, but the pain remains still buried in the deepest part of these survivors.

"Do you know martial arts?"

The little boy next to him looked at him, as if he wanted to reach out and touch his sword. Such a big child was not afraid of being a child at all. He was a very courageous little guy.

Ward took the sword and threw it over, nodded and said, "Be careful, don't hurt yourself."

The little guy held the hilt curiously but his face turned red and couldn't pick it up. He couldn't help but make Ward smile. The little boy raised his head and said, "Can you teach me martial arts?"

"Huh?" Ward looked down at him and said, "Why?"

The little boy stared at Ward seriously and clenched his fist and said, "So that I can protect my mom! There are many bad guys bullying us and want to steal our house!"

Ward's calm face finally moved a little.

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Chapter completed!