The rugged lake surface reflects the towering snow-capped mountains and lush forests. The bright sunshine is still bright, and it is still a beautiful scenery.
If there were no unnecessary hatred and entanglements, and no horrific bloody killings in the dark, Rose Lake would definitely be an excellent tourist attraction in Missouri.
What a pity...
Crow knelt on a high ground on the edge of the cliff, his hands hanging naturally on his knees, his eyes half-closed, his steady breath breathing in the natural breeze, and his calm eyes overlooking the blue lake.
Behind him, a young man with fiery red hair was lying, naked to the waist and covered in mud.
After a few choking coughs, the young man suddenly woke up. He seemed to have had a thrilling nightmare, and he was gasping for breath as soon as he woke up.
"You're still awake..."
Crow didn't look back and said naturally when he heard the cough.
Victor's vision was still a little blurry. He stared at his hands that were gradually becoming clearer in surprise. Then he turned around and saw the figure with brown-red skin.
The messy memories were quickly reorganized, and Victor immediately remembered everything that happened in the underwater cave.
In just a moment, he reached to his waist to pull out the gun, but suddenly, he touched a soft thing, like squirming flesh and blood.
Startled, Victor lowered his head and saw a black slime-like monster wrapped around his waist.
This glance immediately gave him goosebumps.
After grabbing the thing hard and throwing it out, Victor quickly pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Crow's back.
Click!
Crow heard the sound of him breaking the hammer, but still didn't look back, as if he was ready to face the opponent's revenge.
Victor stared at his back, but the bullet never came out.
He didn't understand why the crow would rescue him and carry him to this cliff when he could kill him.
"Did you bring me up here?"
"It's an old man..."
"Why?"
Crow heard Victor ask, and then turned around, staring at the dark muzzle of the opponent's gun.
"No matter why, you are an outsider yourself, life and death are not important."
"Then why don't you let me die?" Victor continued to ask.
"Lao Chan's purpose has never been to kill a certain person, but to win freedom for my people. Now that the matter has been completed, there is no need to sacrifice additional lives..." Ya didn't feel any guilt at all.
On the contrary, the expression shows relief and mission.
This made Victor very angry. He took two steps forward and put the gun against Crow's forehead.
"What? Freedom? You slaughtered 100,000 people and designed to murder Father San! You also induced Augusta to kill thousands of people. Now you tell me, you are fighting for freedom for the Valentine people?"
Crow met the gun head-on, and did not feel guilty when Victor asked him, and even asked: "Isn't it possible?"
Victor was stunned for a moment, and then immediately asked: "In your opinion! Are those not human lives?"
"What about the lives of the Valentan people?" Crow's eyes were firm, but under the old skin, his eyes were full of awe of life, "Isn't this just an excuse for you Bain people? I'm just using it for you.
It’s just yourselves!”
The Indong continent is very large. More than a hundred years ago, immigrants from the Western continent occupied the west coast, and then gradually expanded to form the original ten-state colony.
Although small-scale conflicts broke out at that time, they did not escalate to the extent that the Valentine people were massacred and exterminated.
It wasn't until more than fifty years ago that a brochure "The Kingdom of Heaven is above, the Kingdom of Sai is heading east" was distributed throughout Secred, triggering the brutal Eastward Movement.
The Bain people, Sidman people, Lugao people, etc. who came from the Western Continent, in the name of "freedom and seeking living space", wantonly trampled on the homes of the indigenous people and took away 100% of the original Indong Empire.
More than 90 acres of land drove them to the wild east.
Crow looked to the north, raised his hand and pointed there, and then said.
"More than fifty years ago, the Sai Kingdom defeated the old tribesmen at the Red River, and then exterminated them all. Almost all the tribal groups they passed were brutally murdered. Children were skinned and beheaded, and the elderly and women were humiliated and slaughtered...About
What does your newspaper say about this? Thirty thousand people were killed, right?"
Crow's voice suddenly began to tremble, and he stretched out three fingers, like three pieces of rotten wood, old but hard.
"Three million...this is the real number!"
Hearing this, Victor froze immediately. Although he pointed his gun at the old man, the other man seemed to have another invisible pistol pointed at him.
"Your false propaganda made me very angry, but when I knew the reason, I found it quite ridiculous. Just to prevent the accusations from the citizens and those in the Western Continent, Saiguo reduced the number of massacres by a hundred times.
...How ridiculous! The devil is still worried about his face and deliberately puts on a mask of mercy for himself...but what he wants to deceive is another group of devils..."
For the blood feud of three million people, Crow used the blood of one hundred thousand Bain people to compensate. After all, the Valentine people still suffered a loss, and this blood debt owed made it impossible for Victor to stand on the moral high ground to judge the people in front of him.
People.
"But... why did you choose the Western Continent!? Saiguo..."
"The Sai Kingdom is just a piece of skin." Crow interrupted Victor, "Those devils in the Western Continent are the culprits who torture our people. Even if the Sai Country is destroyed, what will happen? They will also send ships to send them away.
People came here..."
"Do you really think that the descending ancestral spirit can destroy the Western Continent?" Victor stared and continued to ask.
Crow sighed and said: "I... don't know, this may be our last struggle before death, and it is also our clan's last hope..."
As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Victor, his eyes swept over his red hair, and then stared at the other person's shoulders.
"However, because of you, I'm afraid that Lao Shao's wish will eventually come true..."
What does it mean?
Victor looked at the other person in surprise, and then his back felt faintly itchy.
He thought it was insects crawling or something, so he touched it with his panicked hands, but he felt the wrinkled skin and the three egg-shaped eyes with red light!
The shocking thing is that his eyes even blinked deliberately!
"Grass!"
A national curse blurted out involuntarily.
"What!"
Seeing the way he was jumping, Crow explained calmly: "Your body has become one with the coyote statue."
Integrate into one?
Victor was immediately horrified. He was very mentally disturbed before and couldn't remember what happened at all.
Crow then explained: "That is the remnant of the ancestral spirit. It did not return to the ancestral spirit, but merged with you. Do you know what this means?"
Victor bewilderedly raised his gun and pointed it at Crow again.
"This means that the state in which the ancestor spirit returns to the material world is defective, and the missing part is in you, then..."
Then the other party will definitely come to Victor!
Thinking of this, Victor couldn't help but take a breath.
"He will come to you. Compared to saving his own people, this is probably more important." Ya was helpless, with disappointment and worry written on his face, "The ancestral spirit is actually an immortal... You can save him
Understood as God..."
God!?
Victor's face suddenly lost all color.
However, at this moment, he felt something soft, rubbing along his trouser leg and onto his knee.
He was startled to find that the black "slime" he had just thrown away had climbed up again!