Holding the bloody knife stained with minced meat, the man's expression showed no anger, only seriousness and earnestness. However, the two barbarians tensed up in their calm tone, and their impulse for revenge was suppressed by the inexplicable threat.
"There are so many bastard gods in this world. She is the only one who treats you as children. She is the only one who sees you ungrateful bastards in the eyes and takes good care of you. She suffered all kinds of pains for you just to save you."
There are more human beings, but you are always hurting her and hurting her."
The man took one step forward and approached the two barbarians. The two barbarians took two steps back and pressed directly against the wall.
"This was her first big meal. Before that, she had always eaten the cheapest food and gnawed on the driest black bread. She did this just to give the coins obtained from curing others to poor humans.
She would rather suffer herself than watch humans suffer, but what have you brought to her?"
Soraka lowered her head with a complicated expression.
This is the first time in a thousand years that someone has stood up for her.
Being forced into a corner, the short barbarian on the left began to loudly refute the accusation.
"Stop talking nonsense! We just said a few words to this woman and you killed Boss Mark directly. Boy, no matter who you are, no matter whether what you said is true or not, you are dead. As for this being
The purple-skinned woman you call a 'god', you say she is a god? Stop joking! So many people in Freljord freeze to death and starve to death every day, where is she? Do you know about [living burial]? Just now
A born baby is buried in the snow by its parents because they cannot afford more mouths to eat! They can only raise one! So the second and third must die!"
"You say she is a god, and you say she treats us as children, then why doesn't she change everything in the Freljord? Who wants to live in a cold and barren land all day long? Why do people in the Southern Continent
We have food and clothing, but we are born to fight with heaven and earth? She can't do anything! I've never even seen her! What kind of god is this? In my opinion, she doesn't even have one
Prostitutes are useful! Prostitutes can also help us vent our anger!"
After hearing her own evaluation from the human mouth, Soraka lowered her head with empty eyes. She couldn't even hold the staff tightly. The other half, Lester's voice completely turned cold, and the man threw the knife directly on the ground.
He picked up the spear leaning against the table.
"Do you think you were born in the Freljord, and that's what others owe you? Do you think there is paradise outside the Freljord? The black mage hunted for thousands of miles, and the west coast country of Demacia, which was forced to establish a country, resisted the warlords
Uzul, the east coast Noxus that overthrew the tyranny and occupied the immortal fortress. It has been a thousand years since the country was destroyed. Shurima is still rampant with sand bandits and bandits. Every person in Shurima has not suffered hardships, and every tribe has not been tenacious in this world.
Living hard in the world?
It’s the climate of the Freljord that hurts you, it’s the Freljord’s inactive gods, it’s the tribes that are fighting each other, is it her?”
"Even if she doesn't have enough power to change the Freljord, at least she didn't hurt the Freljord. What about you? What are you doing? You do it for the Freljord, you do it for the dissatisfaction in your heart.
What efforts were made?
You don’t take up the hoe to transform the harsh environment of the Freljord, you don’t take up the weapons to defeat the evil god of the Freljord, you don’t take up the banner to quell the war in the Freljord, but you
You use such ridiculous excuses to bully people who have never hurt you, take advantage of the weaker ones, and yet you have the nerve to defend your incompetence and cowardice here!
You even said she is worse than a prostitute?"
Witnessing the price Soraka paid along the way, at this moment, only blood can calm the anger and violence in the man's heart.
A spear stabbed out, like a dragon and cold iron biting into the chest of the barbarian who didn't know how to defend himself. He drew the gun away from his body and brought out a handful of blood flowers.
The tip of the spear flashed, and it was about to stab another person. Once he took action, Lester was not prepared to give his enemy any chance of survival.
“Ahhhh!
"
Another barbarian directly threw the one-handed ax in his hand. The one-handed ax whirled towards Lester's head, and was deflected by the back-thrown gun barrel and flew to the side. At this time, people could no longer sit still and stood up in panic.
He fled out the door, and with a whistling sound, the flying ax struck directly on the table, shaking the food and tableware on the table, and the ax blade penetrated three-thirds of the wood.
Taking advantage of Lester's opportunity to deflect the flying axe, the third barbarian pulled out a narrow-headed knife and put it against Soraka's neck, using his arms to control the woman from behind.
"Put down your weapons! Or I'll kill her!"
What Lester was most worried about happened. The barbarian was so close to the lost Soraka that he had no way to prevent it from happening.
When the man hesitated, the sharp knife in the barbarian's hand scratched the delicate skin, drawing a thin line of blood on the side of his neck. Soraka lowered her head and did not resist, and blood beads slid from her neck, staining it red.
A rustic cotton top.
"Don't make me say it a second time! Next time I will insert the knife and let your goddess return to the underworld!"
Taking a deep breath, Lester pointed the tip of his spear downwards and plunged the spear hard into the solid wood floor.
"I'll do as you say, don't hurt her."
After Lester compromised, Barbarian opened his mouth, revealing his dark yellow front teeth, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
"You keep saying that this woman is the only god who likes humans. I don't believe it. How can there be such a weak god in this world? If she was really a god, I would have died long ago.
But you directly killed two of my brothers just to stand up for this woman. I can see that you are very angry and care about her. At this point, I believe that you must love this woman very much. I have to say that your
The taste is really unique, even this ugly woman with purple hair and horns can see it."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As if she noticed something, the kidnapped woman raised her eyes, her dark eyes suddenly resting on the man who was close to Chi Chi, and she shook her head slightly.
The man, however, stared at the barbarian as if he didn't see the woman's hint.
"You are still alive just because she doesn't want to hurt humans."
"Haha, so I still have to be grateful? Thank you, my goddess, for your grace of not killing~"
Barbarian smiled evilly and said sarcastically.
"Look, I have already expressed my respect to your goddess. It's your turn. How far can you go for your goddess? Don't you want to protect her? Prove it to me. You don't need anything else, just on the ground.
Pick up the knife that stabbed my brother to death and let me see how deep your love for her really is."
Pulling out the cheese knife from the floor, Lester lowered his eyes, avoiding Soraka's anxious and confused gaze, and took off his shirt.
Manzi licked his lips and praised.
"What a nice body. It's perfect for being used as a canvas. In the Freljord, every scar is a testimony of bravery and glory. No matter how fierce a woman is, she will surrender under the scars all over her body. I miss you, my goddess."
I will definitely be moved by you, go ahead, use your knife to write your path to glory, and prove to me what you can do for this ugly woman."
"Don't do this, Lester, please, put down the knife in your hand, I...I can't die."
"You can't die."
The man finally raised his head and looked at the woman tenderly.
"But it will definitely hurt, very painful, very painful."
The knife stably cut across his left arm, and a five centimeter-long incision was opened. The blood lines connected into blood beads and merged into small streams on the floor. The barbarian shrank, and Soraka began to struggle with tears streaming down her face.
.
Witnessing the horrific scene in front of them, the onlookers in the tavern who had not completely left could not help but shudder. This man seemed to be cutting someone else without any pain, but no one was really stupid enough to think that the man was unconscious.
The second knife mark appeared close to the first one, and Lester's voice was always gentle.
"I know you don't want to hurt any life, you want to respect all humans, and you want to protect the injured. Soraka, I understand you, but I also want you to know that not everyone is worthy of giving everything to love.
Sometimes, your love for others will hurt the people who really love you."
The third knife was no longer cutting. He held the knife in his backhand and stabbed straight down. The tip of the knife directly pierced his left arm. A smell of urine came from not far away, but it was someone who peed his pants.
"Don't do this...I don't deserve this..."
His eyes never moved away from Leicester. Seeing the man's will, Barbarian felt cold and at a loss.
The fourth knife came to the chest, diagonally pulling it from the left chest to the right rib. Blood had flowed to the woman's feet.
Soraka began to struggle violently, and the tearful woman heard the man's weak voice.
"There will always be a day when we are apart. I only hope that by that time, you can learn to protect yourself better."
"enough!
"
The fifth knife was aimed at the abdomen, with the tip of the knife facing inward and about to fall, a light green astral magic full of healing power broke through the tile roof of the tavern and fell on the man, while another light yellow magic light beam shot out.
Turning towards Barbarian, he suddenly received too much vitality. Barbarian's body began to swell, and exploded under the load and shattered all over the ground.
"That's enough...you've done enough..."
"You killed someone, Soraka..."
Holding in the arms of a woman, the pale Lester's voice was as soft as his breathing at the moment.
"Yes, I killed someone, just for you."
The woman nodded, pressed her lips to the man's lips, and kissed him deeply.
In the man's widened eyes, the astral symbols on the woman's body began to flicker, the violet skin color faded and became as white as snow, the elf ears became more petite and pretty, and her silver hair was spread over her back shoulders, tall and tall. The towering horn turned into dots of white light and returned to the woman's body. A more powerful force reverberated in the woman's body, as if some kind of seal had been broken.
In just the blink of an eye, the purple one-horned devil with tattoos all over his body turned into a holy silver-haired elf goddess. Until this moment, the lonely brave men in the tavern who had witnessed everything really believed that women were gods.
Under the double healing of astral magic and rune power, the man's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a strange power flowed into the man's body, which the man did not know.
This is the power of the Children of the Stars, the power of hope.
The changes in Soraka before his eyes far exceeded the limit of the man's imagination, until the woman let go of herself, apologetic on her face.
"I thought I would never fall in love with any human being, but I didn't expect to meet you. I broke my vow not to kill anyone and had to return."
"So, you're leaving."
Soraka nodded and kissed the man's forehead gently, her eyebrows full of reluctance.
"I'm leaving, Lester, but we still have one day to meet again."
"One day, time will bring us together again, and I look forward to that day."
A soaring beam of light rose straight into the sky, and the day suddenly turned into polar night, and the sky was filled with stars twinkling, welcoming the return of the Children of the Stars.
When the sky lit up again and returned to its normal state, Soraka had disappeared.
"Um... do you still want to serve food?"
No response to the dutiful tavern waiter,
The man stood up, packed his bag again, and left silently.
"Sorry, I couldn't let you eat the prawns until the end."
