[106. Roland. Strife]

Roger fell into boundless darkness, and the silence around him was terrible, without a trace of light, no sound, only Rogge's helpless howl.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone who can answer me? Rogge howled helplessly, "Where is this? Can anyone answer me?"

Roger stood in endless darkness, and only his echoes came around him. In this darkness, he did not know how long he had been, and there was no sound around except his roar. He shouted tiredly, hoarsely, weakly on the ground, looking up at the sky, but all he saw was darkness.

A beam of light lights up from afar and slowly becomes bigger, like a bright star, emitting colorful light, where a sound is summoned. Rogge got up from the ground and ran crazily to the place where the light originated. A glimmer of light slowly became bigger. In a short time, it became the sun in the boundless dark world, which was so dazzling and warm, which brought light and warmth to the dark and cold world.

Roger ran towards the direction of the sun. The bright light was like a guide, and a color channel slowly floated in front of Rogge. Along the color channel, Rogge kept running forward. A dazzling light stung Rogge's eyes, and he couldn't help closing his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, a surprised face came into his eyes. The smiling face was so familiar and the smile was so warm. Rogge opened his mouth to ask his questions, in exchange for a baby's cry.

The smiling face was immediately overjoyed and excited, "Alice, Alice, look, this is our child. Look how cute he is crying."

A gentle but tired voice came, "Ha ha, yes, he is so cute. I think he is hungry. Give me a hug!"

"Alas!" The vicissitudes of smiling face slowly moved away from Rogge's sight, and tears of relief flowed from his bright eyes. Rogge felt that his body was floating in the air, and then fell into a warm embrace.

Rog wanted to make a sound again in return for a baby's cry. The tired female voice smiled softly, "Ha, Rutgers, look at him crying again. Look at his small face with golden hair and bright eyes like you. In the future, he must be a hero praised by everyone like you."

Rutgers smiled naively, "Ha ha, I don't want him to be like me, at least he is better than me!"

"Will, we will be proud of him in the future!" Alice's tone was firm and lovingly held Rogge in her arms, "Little guy, are you hungry? Mom will feed you now."

A soft thing stuffed into Rogge's mouth. Rogge shouted for so long. He was really tired and hungry. Now a trace of sweet milk flowed into his mouth, like a man walking in the desert. He saw a pool of water appear in front of him, and he greedily sucked the sweet milk.

Alice's soft and gentle voice came again, "Roggs, look how sweet he eats. This little guy is really hungry."

Looking at Rogge's milking, Rutgers laughed, "Haha! This little guy is definitely better than me. Oh, by the way, what name do you think should be given to him?

Alice looked at Rogge in her arms and was full of relief, "You'd better pick it up. After all, you are the head of the family."

"Hmm... Then I want to think of a good name," Rutgers pondered for a long time and suddenly looked up, "Ah! I think of it. It's Roland, Roland Strife. What do you think? Rutgers looked happy and complacent that he had come up with such a good name.

"Roland, Roland Strife..." Alice whispered the name, "Hm, it's very good. That's the name." Alice touched Rogge's little face and whispered, "Little guy, your name will be Roland Strife in the future. In the future, this name will definitely be celebrated by the world."

Roger felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Before going to bed, he heard his name, Roland Strife, a name destined to become a legend.

In a small garden, on an open space, surrounded by all kinds of beautiful flowers. In the afterglow of the sunset, a thin figure holds a small wooden sword and is concentrating on practicing the action of chopping, sweating like rain, and a childish little face is full of determination. In a blink of an eye, little Roland is seven years old. Since the age of three, he has been practicing swordsmanship in this garden every day without interruption. Although it is the simplest basic action of chopping, chopping, stabbing, selling, etc., he has been meticulously completing daily tasks in the past four years. He has never been lazy, and a pair of soft hands have worn out thick cocoon.

When his friends around him were still playing, Roland Strife had begun to tirelessly learn martial arts. His dream was to become a hero like his father. He is young, hard-working and self-disciplined, showing extraordinary talent, and all his actions are incompatible with the same personality around him.

"Roland, take a rest. Dinner is coming soon." Alice's urging voice came from the room. Every day at this time, she would prepare the meal and then call Roland to come back for dinner.

"I know!" Roland replied, "Wait until I finish practicing the last ten swords." Roland didn't look back and still focused on practicing his swordsmanship.

He split the last ten swords heavily. Roland was out of breath and sweat soaked his back. His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, and his young face was full of sweat.

Alice came out of the room and looked at the weak figure. She stood so straight in the afterglow of the sunset, with a smile on Roland's little red face. Roland walked to Alice and shouted sweetly, "Mother!"

Alice smiled and lovingly wiped the sweat off Roland's face. Roland was seven years old this year.

Time flies. In a blink of an eye, Roland has grown into a handsome young man. Alice put on a winter robe for Roland and carried the prepared bag on Roland's back. Looking at her growing son, Alice smiled with relief, and her bright eyes were full of tears.

Roland stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his mother's eyes and squeezed out a smile. "Mother, don't worry, I promise to return safely within three days. You can wait for me at home." Looking at the wrinkles at the corners of her mother's eyes, Roland's nose was sore and her eyes were red, resisting the impulse to cry.

Roland squeezed out a reassuring smile. After hugging his mother, he made a final farewell and resolutely turned away. His eyes were his mother's white temples. The moment he turned around, his eyes were full of tears. He held the sword in his hand tightly and embarked on his first journey.

Three days later, Roland was bathed in blood and returned safely, with the cold body of the wind wolf on his back. Looking at his mother who was waiting anxiously in front of the door, Roland smiled happily and said, "Mother, I'm back..."

Three days ago, he went deep into the Jones Mountains, killed the Wolf of Warcraft, and returned safely. This year, he was 13 years old.

A white horse stopped in front of the door. Roland sounded silver armor, powerful and handsome, with long golden hair fluttering in the wind, and the snow-white cloak was hunting in the breeze. The white horse threw the horse's hoof impatiently and hit a loud horse hiss. Roland gently patted the horse's neck.

Alice stood in front of the door and looked at her son who was about to travel away. Tears couldn't help flowing down, and the wrinkles on her face were more obvious, but from that comforting smile, she could faintly see her beauty in those years. Rutgers is still strong, and his resolute face has been eroded by the years, full of vicissitudes. Looking at Roland's straight body, he vaguely remembers his time.

Rutgers walked to Roland, reached out and patted his son's broad shoulder, and said majestically, "Good boy, you have grown into a young man. When you come to the Legion of Light, do it well and don't lose my Rutgers' face!"

Roland nodded firmly, "Don't worry, father, I won't lose the face of our Stlev family!" I will let the glory of the Strife family shine on the city of light!"

"Ye! He is worthy of being my son of Rutgers, ambitious!" Rutgers looked at Roland's resolute expression and smiled with satisfaction, "One day the City of Light will be proud of you!" The Temple of Light will be proud of you! Let's go!"

Roland knelt on one knee, stroked his chest with his right hand, and made a standard knightly salute, "Please take care of your father and mother!"

Roland turned over the horse and waved his whip. The white horse ran happily to the city gate, followed the cavalry and galloped far away. Looking at his son's disappeared back, Rutgers' eyes shed tears, which were tears of relief and blessings. Today, his son has grown up, and he will be proud of his son in the future.

"Wow..." Alice threw herself into Rutgers' arms and burst into tears. She patted his wife's back. Rutgers smiled and comforted him, "Well, well, my son has grown up to find his future. We should be happy. We will be proud of him in the future."

Riding on the white horse, galloping to his heart's content, wearing silver armor, majestic, and Roland's spirit. This is the first time he joined the Light Legion and took his father on an expedition to fight against the barbarian grassland in the north and spread the glory of the goddess of light to the north. This year, he was 18 years old!

Two years of bloody struggle, Roland returned to his hometown. At this time, he was already the commander of the regiment of the Light Legion. When he left, the young and vigorous teenager was much more calm. Without the frivolity of his youth, he became more calm and capable. Two years of life-and-death fighting have completely washed away his immatureness, making him mature and steady, resolute and courageous, his handsome face is not angry and arrogant, and his whole body has a domineering temperament.