Demon King Priest Chapter 297: Goodbye, little bear (first more)

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Finally, on the night before the festival, the tribesmen gathered around the Shenmeng Shrine can be described as a sea of ​​people. Looking from the hill of the shrine, all kinds of tents and tree houses have enlarged the original mountain town more than ten times.

Even at night, a large number of lighting spars and magic arts are still in operation, illuminating the entire festival venue as if it were daytime. Many people who were waiting for the festival to start couldn't sleep all night, so they just got up and went to the night market.

"This day is finally here." Ulysses stood on the top of the highest hill behind the Shenmeng Shrine, looking at the lights at the foot of the mountain.

In order to maintain the order of the festival and protect the children of the gods, he and Sister Mila and the others have been running around together these days, solving many incidents, and finally bringing the preparations for the festival to a perfect end.

If you don’t do it, you don’t know, it turns out that holding a large festival requires so much materials and money, and there are countless manpower. If it weren't for the status of Mayfair's seventh **** witch, who had absolute authority, coupled with the assistance of the fairies, it would be impossible to organize such a large festival of more than one million people in such a short period of time.

For Ulysses, this is the first time he has participated in such a large event, and he has personally felt how important cooperation and trust between people are. In many cases, the problem is not difficult. What needs to be overcome is to understand and agree with each other.

"Thanks." A glass of orange juice was supported by a yo-yo and moved smoothly in front of Ulysses, exuding a seductive fragrance.

"It really helped us a lot. Sure enough, it's better for men to do some things." Bridit casually sat down beside Ulysses and watched the brightly lit town at the foot of the mountain with him. .

"The **** witch sister here will be very happy to see this scene. These days the shrine has received the fastest text update, no pop-ups, no advertisements, and the donations received are hundreds of times the previous amount. It is a pity that she paid it back. In confinement, there is no way to see this gorgeous scene."

"Ah, it's a pity." Ulysses deeply regretted the thought of the witch who pirated and sold the secret treasures of the Southern Church. Speaking of which he has to thank her, without her he is determined not to get the first blue stone.

"Seeing so many people, I think of the place where we first met. Ulysses. Do you remember the festival at that time?"

"Of course."

How could Ulysses forget that glorious festival? Everyone happily do what they like together, Mina who dominates the food contest, Lasputin who participates in the speech, and herself running with various opponents , And the final brave conference.

Meeting Laxia again, the decisive battle with Lala, the choice of fate and life.

Even if I do it again. His choice will not change. In order to save Lasha, he has the courage to face everything, even if it turns out to be death.

Remember that at the very end, he saw angels, white angels walking down from the sky. Desperate to save his life to take away his little pink angels, because of their presence, he was reborn.

The festival changed many things and left countless eternal memories.

Happiness or sadness, those are his precious memories.

The encounter with Bridget is also part of those precious memories.

A cheerful and lively girl, always followed by a puppet bear who is a little bit scornful but not bad in nature. It's as small and cute as a fairy walking out of the southern forest.

It's a pity that in the recent battle with the dark gods, the old-fashioned puppet bear has left the two forever and returned to where it should go.

"The bear was still there at the time and said you might be a bad person, so I was very careful." Bridet's eyes were a little sad, and he obviously thought of the bear who died in the battle not long ago, just like Ulysses.

"Since I was very young, the bear has been my best friend. He is so friendly, but everyone is afraid of it. Even though everyone tells me that the bear is the patron saint of the tribe. . It’s a precious property left by our ancestors. But everyone will not talk to the little bear, but will give him a lot of sacrifices that he doesn’t use. The little bear doesn’t know how to eat. I can’t eat those."

"Only I would chat with Little Bear. At that time, everyone in the tribe said that I shouldn’t play with Little Bear like this. Little Bear is a very, very great patron saint. But in fact, Little Bear has always been very lonely and he doesn’t like it. Seen as a god."

"Little Bear always tells me, don’t do things you don’t like. Life is only so short. After you die, you regret that you always don’t have time to do what you really want to do, it’s too late."

"Whether it is in love or in battle, it must be resolved quickly and beautifully. This is an excellent witch."

"If you die, you will never be able to do some things."

Bridite's shoulders were trembling, and her hands didn't know when she hugged her knees to prevent Ulysses from seeing her eyes.

"Finally, on the last day, Little Bear was very happy to tell me that you must not be a boy..."

Finally, Bridget couldn't help it anymore. In the past few days, she had been using a lot of ceremonial preparations to force herself to forget the fact that Cubs had died in battle. But when the ceremony was ready and she and Ulysses were alone, the emotions that had been suppressed finally broke out.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Actually, she knew that Little Bear had died a long time ago. He died a long time ago. Like those dark gods, he was also the product of the failure of the Great Reincarnation. It's just that he didn't choose to seize the body of the son of God, but returned to the tribe that gave birth to him and became the patron saint of the tribe.

For this, he was willing to accept the multiple seals imposed by the Southern Church, and lost most of the power he was proud of in the past. But even so, his power is still declining over time, and one day it will disappear.

But he never cared about that kind of thing, even if he was already dead, even with the ridiculous body of the doll, he has always been guarding the tribe, and protecting the tribe's people with his own power. .

He must have worked very hard, he must have paid an unimaginable price. As a hero of the Southern Land, he may also have a glorious past. But in the end he really put aside all that, guarding the tribe people from generation to generation like a puppet.

Now, he can finally rest in peace.

Thank you, bear.

Goodbye, little bear.