Barbarus, Northern Mountains.
Present.
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Herrela once had a very wonderful time.
If it was not her turn for night patrol or war preparations, Herrela's day began in the morning: she got up, washed up and tidied herself simply, and then made breakfast (usually thin porridge), after which she woke up her younger sister.
After the sisters ate breakfast hastily, Herrela would pick up her farming tools according to the plan and walk toward the cultivated land assigned to them outside the stronghold, while her younger sister, Laisa, would go to the community to help with odd jobs.
After finishing farm work in the morning, she returned to the village, participated in daily training, and took the opportunity to chat with Hades.
Hades often dragged her into all sorts of casual chatter, talking about everything under the sun.
Herrela listened happily while marveling that as expected of Hades, why did he always know those strange and interesting things?
After training ended, she would invite Hades to eat at her home, and her invitations were usually accepted.
Then she watched Hades eat happily.
Come to think of it, Hades seemed very eager to teach her how to cook.
Herrela certainly knew how to cook well, just as she could easily use a gun to kill monsters.
They grew closer and closer.
Herrela naturally had her own little schemes in mind, but she knew it was not yet the time.
The Death Guard were sparing no effort to push forward at full speed, and everyone around her was trying their utmost to contribute to the construction of this stronghold.
Now was not the time.
Now was not the time to rest.
When the head of the last lord was chopped off, Herrela would go find Hades to confess.
She did not know if Hades would agree to her, but she felt a slightly gloomy and small sense of relief—
Only she and Hades were partners, and there were no other females around Hades.
Herrela knew her thoughts were too dark; such an outstanding person as Hades deserved to receive everyone's liking.
But the reality was that only Herrela was willing to be partners with Hades.
She was special, Herrela thought secretly.
After slaying the Alien Lord Lazar, Hades suddenly went south.
Herrela held that piece of letter paper, reading it over and over again.
Idiot, who was he trying to fool with such a clumsy lie?
Tears fell drop by drop from her face uncontrollably, and the ink on the already inferior letter paper quickly blurred.
She. She did not want to cry.
Herrela wiped the tears from her face with her hands, then pressed the roots of her palms against her eye sockets, hoping in vain that the tears would stop flowing.
She believed Hades left due to some unspeakable difficulty; Herrela trusted Hades, and he must have encountered something to leave in such a hurried manner.
Yet, yet—
Could they meet again?
When they met next time, could both of them still be alive?
Barbarus was a cruel world where the lifespan of humans here generally did not exceed thirty years, and people who died prematurely in their teens or even early childhood were everywhere.
Not to mention that it was now a time of war.
Flames of war rose everywhere and beacon smoke drifted in chaos, how could she stop longing for her beloved?
It was very likely that this parting would be an eternal farewell.
Hades, survive, survive, please, I beg you.
I too—I will also work hard to survive!
After Hades left, Herrela participated in daily war training even more diligently, and the white gun-calluses on the hands accustomed to holding farming tools grew a thick layer, accumulating day by day and getting thicker and thicker.
What made Herrela glad was that ever since Hades left, her physical condition had also been constantly improving, and she no longer got dizzy easily.
This made her marksmanship even more superb, and in countless post-war summaries, Herrela was the sharpshooter with the most kills.
She had grown strong, and she ought to protect more people.
Resistance! Let every person on Barbarus live the life they wanted!
Her younger sister Laisa had also grown up; quiet and meticulous Laisa applied for a job in the medical department. Although it was not a combat job, Herrela knew that in war, every post was important enough.
The offensive operations of the stronghold went increasingly smoothly, and except for the human villages close to the territory of the Alien Lord Lazar, all other territories had been retaken.
War preparations against the Alien Lord Nac'Lare were underway intensely.
And the news coming from the south was equally inspiring, as the Death Guard fighting heroically there had beheaded all the lords.
She heard that in the southern war, Hades played a crucial role.
Herrela thought happily, this was a good thing, proving that he was still alive.
Due to the expansion of the northern front, people now needed to be gradually transferred from the old stronghold to garrison the newly pioneered territories.
In the first two rounds of sign-ups, Herrela did not sign up because her sister was young.
And now, her sister could handle a full job independently. As a sharpshooter with excellent marksmanship, she had no reason to stay in the old stronghold.
Those elite Death Guard would voluntarily apply to fight in the new stronghold.
Compared to the old stronghold, the new stronghold was even more crude, and because of the terrain, it would also be more dangerous.
Although Herrela hoped she could live to the day she met Hades again, this was not her reason to fear or flinch from war.
She possessed the ability to fight, so she should go fight.
Otherwise, the resources poured into her by the Death Guard would be wasted.
In one's position, bear one's responsibility; fearless, undaunted.
Herrela packed her bags, cooked breakfast for her sister one last time, and set off following the morning march of the Death Guard.
May we meet again, Hades.
When the last alien lord was defeated, the good sons and daughters of Barbarus would finally reunite.
When you return from the south, when I walk from the north.
Asking for nothing else, only that we can meet again alive.
Adding some emotional drama, nothing much to say.
By the way, I like to shake cola to let the gas out before drinking it.
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