“哈特,我们还是走吧。你听,猎犬的狂吠声越来越近了。”“不,我不会离开这里。”“为什么?我们留在这里只有死路一条。”“你真的想知道吗?那就先听我讲一个故事吧。”在遥远的巴斯诺荒地,枯萎的黄草蔓延着伸向远方,灰蒙蒙的天 “Hart, let’s go. You hear, the hounds of the hound are getting closer and closer.” “No, I will not leave here.” “Why? We have only one way to die here.” “You really want to Do you know? Let me tell you a story first.” In the remote Basno wasteland, withered yellow grass spreads out into the distance, a gray day