□煦的□风拂过脸庞□带来了一丝□温暖和清□的气息。微风拂过树梢,□□沙沙作响,似在述□着春□的故事。阳光透过稀疏的树叶洒在身上□暖□洋的,仿佛拥抱着整□世□。 Years pass□d, and Marcus'□ □e□ds □ecam□ the st□ff of legend.□His nam□ was□spoken with rev□rence, his tales□t□l□ and re□□ld□to□ea□□r e□rs. Young warriors as□ired to be□like□Mar□us, to □mbod□□the same courag□ and h□nor□that □e had displayed on the battlefi□l□.□Though Ma□cus □a□ long □ince □assed □nto□the re□lm of□myth □nd legen□, hi□□legacy□lived □n, a shin□ng beacon □f □ope □nd□inspiratio□ fo□ □eneratio□s to come.决战一触即发□