Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

"You are special, Emer. "

The warm dawn sun hung high in the clear blue sky, casting golden light on the earth, and the golden wheat fields drifted westward with the breeze, and the moment the wheat poured, a ripe ear of wheat fell in the field, and one or two ears of wheat were blown up by the wind when they fell, and floated into the distance, and would not fall on the earth again.

In front of the wheat field, a clear stream is carrying the ears of wheat floating on the water, the ears of wheat ripple with the stream, and finally converge into the endless sea, the ears of wheat will inevitably be swallowed by the sea, but there will always be one or two grains, will hold on to a new island, even if it is still a barren land now, but when the ears of wheat drift ashore, there will be a new wheat field.

"Everyone is special, no one has to do something to be born in this world, and I want you to understand that you have decided so much about the way forward, and there are still other options until this moment. "

Emel sat on a stone in the middle of the wheat field, taking everything in his eyes, the river here is not blood-red, the nourishment for this wheat field is not the corpses everywhere, everything is so quiet and peaceful, Emer gradually forgot the time, just kept watching.

In the distance, there was a sailboat floating on the sea, carrying Emer's adoptive father Arthas and brother Emello, who had been floating on the dark sea, seemingly waiting for Emer, but never calling him to board.

The day and night of this space are separated at the junction of the wheat field and the sea, and the golden wheat field will never usher in night, and the dark sea will not usher in the dawn.

"You can choose to do anything, you can choose to stay or you can leave, you can choose stability or passion, this is the right you have when you were born into this world, even if you suffer, please do not deny your birth. "

Emer looked at the 'catalogue' in his hand, and the fiery red and golden yellow intertwined brilliant patterns were engraved on the cover of the book, and in the patterns, the words 'king' were extremely dazzling.

"It's so beautiful here," Emer exclaimed, "and I want to stay here forever." "

"Yes, Emer, you can choose to stay in this ideal country, or you can choose to return to the path you have decided. "

"That must not work", everything flashed before Emer's eyes, tragic, bloody, yet respectable, remembered, "thank you for giving me a choice." "

"Now that you have made your choice, I will surely wish you the way forward, even if it is insignificant for your life", after a pause, a voice from nowhere said again, "You will wake up and forget all this, Emer, the 'king' who has the ability to create the ideal kingdom, please forgive me for not being able to meet you, because I am still asleep at this time, but one day I will stand in front of you and tell you the truth about this world." "

Emel closed his eyes, and the golden waves of wheat swaying in the wind came to his mind.

"Emer, Emer", Emer's voice rang in his ear, "Emer, Emer, can you hear me?".

Emer opened his eyes to the ceiling of a building in the city of Rubino, which made him feel that everything that had happened in the past was a dream, and that he had just finished the battle of Dinkma, was rescued by Lalheim, and was cared for by Lancel Polktra, but soon this illusion was shattered, and countless faces appeared in his field of vision, and he recognized only one of them.

"Yoni. "

Yuni was still alive, and although both arms were bandaged like rice dumplings with rags, and the badly injured leg was still unable to move, he survived, and was especially happy to see Emer wake up, and threw himself beside him and shouted, "You are finally awake, you have been sleeping for ten whole days." "

Already, ten days, how could it be....

Since ten days have passed, then looking at the current situation, the war should be over, no, it should be said that they won the battle this time.

Emer tried to sit up, but his whole body was still numb and sore, and if he exercised too much, the wound could open again, and he had been feeling no sensation in his left arm from the beginning, perhaps it was an illusion.

Seeing that Emel wanted to sit up, the others hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and Emel only felt that these people were familiar, but in any case he could not remember seeing them somewhere.

After sitting up, the first thing Emel did was to ask Yoni, "How many people survived?"

"Not counting those who fled at the beginning, and those who you ordered to flee in the middle, counting you and me, there are a total of five survivors in the end, all here. "

The other three immediately reported their names.

"Will. "Gryffin. "Mora Bing. "

At that moment, a man suddenly pushed open the door and entered the room, saying in a loud and familiar voice, "Are you awake?"

Emel looked at the man in shock.

"You are..."

It's him.

It was a face that Emel would never forget once he saw it, and it was he who ordered Lalheim to take him away at the Battle of Dinkma, while leading the rest of his soldiers to charge the Empire to buy them time to escape.

"Captain. "

"You're a great fellow, Emer," the man slowly walked up to Emel and held out his hand to him, "Bretz Lancelot. "

Emer subconsciously wanted to get out of bed and stand up, but was stopped before he could move, and at the same time he also realized that his left hand was not an illusion, he looked at his left hand, which was no longer conscious, but it felt like a dream.

But before Emel could be shocked, Bretz began to explain to him the results of their campaign.

"The straight line you are on is the place where the enemy is most numerous, and all the rebels have decided to fight the enemy to the death in the rear, and you are the only one who fights the enemy on the front line, and it is a shame that you can survive. "

After Blatz finished speaking, Yoni hurriedly added: "You can't imagine how many miscellaneous pieces we have killed, eighty-two, we have become famous in the first battle, hearing our deeds, all the spontaneously formed rebels around have come to visit, you will soon have your own army, Emer." "

"So... Ah", Emel did not appear to be very happy, his expression was extremely lost, and in a trance, he saw the sun shining in through the window, and begged, "I want to go out and see." "

Yuni wanted to take Emer out, but because his leg injury was not healed, it was difficult to move, so he could only move his eyes to Bretz, who also understood, stepped forward to support Emer, and said, "I'll go with him." "

Emer, with weak legs, struggled out of the room with Bretz's support, and for a moment, a thousand rays of light covered his vision, and in the golden light he saw the golden waves of wheat one after another, and couldn't help but ask himself what it was, but it was only for a moment.

The sight

of a dilapidated town, unlike the castle-like architecture of Moregliano, is mostly single-storey houses, with withered flowers in front of them, and statues of knights, princesses, hunters, and bards, one wonders what kind of culture had been passed down until then, even if the first half of the town had been reduced to ruins.

"Where is this?" asked Emer.

"Thundering City, the rear of the Imperial Kingdom, one of the few intact towns east of the Storia River. "

"How's Lulu Town?"

"I heard that there was a fire in the area where Lulu Town is located ten days ago, and after the fire was extinguished, the people who went to clean up the battlefield did not find any survivors, only blackened corpses everywhere, difficult to identify, listen to Yuni's description, the soldiers and steel nails led by Baron were killed in the battle to defend the city of Lulu Town, and no civilians who escaped were found for the time being, they killed five Imperials, and they were not counted in your number of kills, which is worthy of respect. "

"So... Ah", Emel regretted, "that... How did you come back and sound, I remember the day when you told Lalheim to lead me to escape, and then led the soldiers to rush up. "

"Don't use honorifics, you can call me Bretz, you can call me Lancelot, is Lalheim the soldier who saved you that day?".

Emer nodded, looking at the man who had the opposite of his impression, Breitz Lancelot, who had been so depressed at the Battle of Dinkma, who had now appeared in front of him with an optimistic image.

"About that day, it was just luck, there was only one enemy left in that area, although there were heavy casualties, but we were victorious, after that I and the rest of the people met another team of Imperials, I took the rest of the people to hide in the forest to escape, for my personal reasons, I did not return to the army, but joined the volunteers formed spontaneously in various places to fight against the Imperials, then again, your name is really loud enough now, the people who survived from that battlefield were scattered to all the ranks of the Imperial Kingdom, and with their help, all the troops began to think about ways to face the Imperials, nowIf the entire Imperial Kingdom mentions the heroes who killed the Imperials, it must be you, Emer. "

Emer was very ashamed of this title, but now he could not even smile bitterly, and could only say with some frustration: "Don't make fun of me, I'm just lucky." "

"You're not lucky this time", Bretz suddenly became very serious, because he saw himself in the current Emer, so he had to find a way to turn him back into that hero," You are a true hero who led 700 men head-to-head against the Empire, successfully defended the evacuation of the inhabitants of Lulu Town, and killed 82 Imperials when it was impossible to have support, and the hundreds of survivors you ordered to evacuate later helped decisively in this war. "

Bretz didn't know that Emer couldn't listen to him at this time, he was thinking, he had lost an arm, thinking about what he should do in the future, how to fight, what to do to end this war.

Nor did Emel hear Bretz's wishes.

"The next words are of my own will, Emmel, King Faro was killed by Lester Faro, and Jenfer Faro fled to the snowy mountains of Hesteria, that is, to the last part of the kingdom, and the two of them are kings in their respective territories, but we will not recognize them, and I hope that you will become our king and lead all the volunteers into battle. "