From the time he could remember, his father made him understand through practical action, that the fate of the dead men was so difficult. But each generation was still living strong and reproducing offspring, with the sole purpose of hoping that his own bloodline would finally be able to break the shackles of the Warriors Den one day in the future and truly win freedom.
There were several mountains in front of this goal and the first mountain that needed to be crossed was the poison that came on regularly in the body.
For this kind of poison, there was really no reason to speak. No matter how hard so many dead soldiers and generations had tried, they had no way to dissolve this bizarre poison.
Although Thirty-Nine Zero had never forgotten his father’s sage advice, he knew very well in his heart that this was simply beyond his ability to accomplish. He had even placed his hopes, on his own son, or even his future grandson.
Just like the psychology of generations of dead soldiers, although he could not break the shackles, his son, his future grandson must have a chance, as long as they could achieve this wish in the future, then he would be able to smile at the nine springs.
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