Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

By two o'clock in the morning, the townspeople of Lalheim had largely begun to march east with the fleeing procession, leaving only the clergy and orphans of the church, as well as the five assistants sent by the town to help them leave.

Half an hour earlier, Emer had been woken up by his brother and had gotten up to help the church people pack their bags, and for an hour, everyone was scrambling to pack their clothes and food, and to drive the horses left behind by the town to lead the cart behind them.

The five assistants who were in charge of helping were also constantly picking up the children who had not woken up, letting them cry, carrying them out of the church, putting them on a carriage full of clothes, covering them with thick quilts, and after being warmed by many orphans, many children fell asleep in the carriage because of sleepiness, no matter how noisy the surroundings were, only a few children were still awake, they looked around with ignorant eyes and did not know what was going on, they were too young to know what would happen in the future.

Lara was one of these assistants, she was forced to see Emel out of selfishness, so she volunteered to join the ranks of the five, but packing these things were too busy, Lara had no spare energy to find Emer, and the most she did was to help the clergy carry their books, and to drive away the worshippers who were still praying, Lara also wanted to throw away their books directly, because there were too many books, and there could be six or seven bags of cured meat and vegetables in the place where the books were placed, but she still didn't do it in the end, because she understood that these books were more important to the believers than food and life。

The godfather dragged his body, which was nearly half a hundred years old, and after carrying a bag of apples to the carriage, he was already panting and resting on the side, he sat on the side, and stared at everyone's faces for a moment, they were all fearful, he looked at them, he could only grit his teeth and be indignant, but he was old, and knew that he could only do what he could do now, and he could not do more, Emel could carry five bags of apples at a time, but he could only carry one bag himself, if he did these things at this age, it was very likely that he would die of overwork on the way to carry the apples, he understood that this was something that would cause them trouble, soThe godfather could only take a moment of respite and return to the church to carry the next bag of apples.

Within five minutes Emer had roped all the horses and carts, and in order to leave enough space for the wagon, Emel loaded bags of food and clothes into the cart by himself, leaving as little gap as possible.

Emelo sat among the orphans, comforting the children who were afraid of crying, he was very good at this, so the orphans in the church were usually managed by him, he walked from one carriage to another, constantly soothing one child after another to sleep, but then another child would wake up, and in this completely impossible environment, the children would also feel afraid.

At half past two in the morning, when the ten wagons were finally ready, the young and old of the church had no more time to think about what had been left behind, and set out into exile.

The godfather sat in front of a carriage and drove his horses, and said to Emer, 'Today is a good day,' and Emer looked up at the night sky above him, with the stars twinkling and the moonlight shining brightly, on this untimely day.

"By the way, the box!" Exclaimed Emer, remembering that his box was still in the room, but they had been gone for an hour, and Lalheim was already behind him, and in desperation, Emel had no choice but to abandon the box.

"Is that the box that never opens?".

I don't know when, Lara has already walked to Emer's side, probably because she is too tired, Lara does not have the usual shyness when facing Emer, which makes Emel feel comfortable.

"Yes," replied Emer, "but since I have forgotten him, I will prove that he does not belong to me." "

Seeing Emer's lost look, Lala said in order to cheer Emel up: "I will find it back in the future, definitely." "

Emel thanked her with a smile.

On this night, the two talked more than they had been together in the past few years, and for some reason, the long-lost comfort permeated Emer's heart, igniting the restlessness of his adolescence, and he unconsciously thought that after the war, he would start a family with Lala, have a few children, and then continue to do logging work, which was actually quite good.

Unconsciously, it was dawn, and Lala was also lifted into the carriage because of sleepiness, and rested for a while.

The farther east you go, the more and more people are fleeing, and gradually, a team of refugees is formed, all of them are just walking aimlessly towards the east, the air is full of insults and desperate roars, everyone's face is full of exhaustion, that is probably an ordinary person's life can not show an expression, just a day or two, the eyes seem to contain a lifetime.

Among the refugees, there was a group of people who walked against them, the army of the Imperial Kingdom, who also looked about the same age as the fleeing people present, except that they were wearing fine equipment, armor, swords, spears, and shields, and marched in the direction in which the fleeing people came.

At the sight of them, Emel stopped, watching one person after another pass by, running to the battlefield to protect himself, for the first time he felt so small, his dignity so unmentionable, for this group of people who fled, he was one of them, and for those who were going backwards, he was the object of their sacrifice of his life.

He couldn't help but feel guilty about the ideal life he had just built, even when the enemy invaded, he just thought about what would happen after everything passed, and never thought about the end of these people who sacrificed their lives to protect themselves.

Emel began to wonder what she should do.

While he was stunned, a young soldier struck him in the back, and Emel took two steps forward before turning his head to look, and when he saw the soldier, he froze.

What a

thin man he was, if it weren't for the heavy armor and heavy sword and shield, he would probably be the type to be blown away by the wind, but his expression was so desperate that it was indescribable.

Before he could take a few more glances at the soldier, the soldier missed him blending into the crowd, and when he came to his senses, Emel could no longer find the man's shadow.

Not all of them joined the war voluntarily, the vast majority of them were forced, and they all had dreamed of a warm life in the future as they were, but they were scattered by this sudden attack.

Emer's vision blurred when he saw them, and it was the first time he had shed tears since he could remember.

"Brother, what are you doing? Let's go, brother, are you crying?".

Emello's voice sounded in his ears, and he turned to look at him, and only then did he have time to look at his brother, who was not as tall and majestic as himself, but only had a pair of innocent eyes and a young face, and Emel found for the first time that he looked at his brother with his head down, because he was a head shorter than himself, and had stopped developing from a very early age.

Emelo kept urging that if he didn't leave now, the two would be separated from the church team.

Thinking of this, Emer wiped her tears and made a choice.

"I can't go with you, Emello. "

Emelo was of course puzzled, he didn't understand what his brother was thinking now, and asked in some horror: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

Emer just looked at the army that had gone far in the distance and said, "I'm going to join the army, crush the enemy, and change all that." "

Maybe the mood at this time is just a passion, even if his closest relatives can't understand it.

Emelo was even more panicked, grabbed Emer's arm anxiously, and shouted: "Brother, don't go, it's too dangerous, come with us." "

Emer didn't speak, just kept his head down.

Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, Emelo knelt down, grabbed his brother's trouser leg and pleaded: "Why do you want to do this? Aren't they already there? The army has come, they will protect us, the Imperial people are coming, let's go quickly, okay?"

Emelo waited for an answer, and Emel answered.

"I can't keep asking for protection!" said Emer, "I can't run away, and if I do, I'll think about running away next time, and if I run away this time, I'll never have the courage to face the enemy." "

Emelo was already in tears at the moment, but still persuaded him: "You will die..."

"I'm not going to die, definitely, look at these people around me, they shouldn't be like this", Emer looked into the distance, looking firmly at the rising sun, "There will definitely be a person in the future who is willing to change the status quo, but he has not appeared yet, since there is no one to stand up now, then I will be the first person." "

The dawn sun brought a blood-colored glow, and the first rays of sunlight seemed less gentle at the moment, so hot that it seemed to burn everything to ashes.

Emelo knew that no matter what age he reached, he would not be able to understand what his brother was doing now, just as he understood himself and that he did not have the courage to go against the grain.

He wiped away his tears, turned to blend in with the fleeing refugees, and waved his hand behind his back to Emel.

Emer did not turn around, facing the west, and began to march, joining the ranks of the retrogrades.

"I'm not the chosen one, but I won't die until I find that chosen one. "