Ada shook her head and stared at Kaslan with her eyes, as if to find the answer.
She doesn't understand.
Kaslan didn't keep her waiting long.
"Many years ago..." The white-haired old man spoke slowly, answering Ada's doubts.
"I killed Xila Anlei at Outpost 38, but he hit me in the left chest with a fist," Kaslan stroked his left chest and looked at the scimitar beside him with complicated eyes.
, looked at the soul-killing gun again, and sighed: "I don't know how many ribs were broken... I was already wailing and waiting to die."
Ada's expression changed.
"At that time, there was a crazy military doctor named Ramon and a dwarf craftsman with a particularly long name..."
"With a little luck, some tricks, and some ideas of genius or madman, they snatched me back from the hands of the prison river ferryman." Kaslan smiled bitterly and knocked on his chest.
Dang! Dang!
A strange sound came from his chest, and it didn't even sound like human tissue.
This sound...
Ada was stunned, and her eyes slowly opened wide.
Kaslan sighed and told the truth: "Those two guys replaced it with special metal and straightened my poor ribs... God, that kind of severe pain tortured me for a whole year."
There was silence between the two for a while.
It wasn't until Ada recovered her long-forgotten breath after being shocked.
I could see the surprise on the elf's face, and her pupils slowly narrowed: "Metal...ribs? How to do it?"
impossible.
The fragile human body cannot withstand whether it is controlling bleeding or dealing with broken bones...
Kaslan took a painful breath, and his lungs were like a broken bellows, emitting terrible wind sounds.
"I don't know... cough cough..." Kaslan coughed violently and spit out a mouthful of blood: "I heard from the crazy military doctor that they used some forbidden and forbidden methods..."
"Anyway, after that, they were taken away by the people in the darkroom and disappeared without a trace."
Ada closed her eyes and frowned hard.
"So," she shook her head regretfully in a cold sweat: "My knife clearly cut into your chest, but it got stuck in the metal."
"That's why I couldn't kill you just now."
Kaslan laughed sadly:
"Yes."
"If you change to a narrower dagger or dagger, you only need to pierce the blood vessel and I will die."
"But you are using a machete with such an exaggerated arc." The old man shook his head, his eyes full of subtle emotions.
Ada didn't speak. Lying on the ground unable to move, she just exhaled helplessly.
"Because of that 'accident', my lungs were seriously injured, and my breathing is still tortured to this day - I don't know how long I can live," Kaslan breathed in pain and coughed up blood droplets: "Another injection
After a few minutes, I couldn’t hold on any longer.”
Ada's expression changed again, and her mouth opened into an "O" shape.
"What?" She endured the severe pain, straightened up desperately, and stared exaggeratedly, "I should have known..."
Kaslan gave her a wry smile and nodded.
Ada seemed to have no consciousness of being a loser. She exhaled regretfully and fell back to the ground with a "pop", her expression aggrieved.
he.
mom.
of.
If I had known earlier, I would have kept putting it off.
Why go all out?
"And your superpowers really opened my eyes." Kaslan patted his chest, coughed and then sneered: "Fortunately, when we just met, I didn't think about this past event, otherwise you would definitely
Be prepared…”
Ada had a look of despair on her face and shook her head unconsciously.
"You are also very smart, little brat," she said listlessly: "You only have these two thoughts of 'survive' and 'kill him' in your mind, and then leave everything to your own instinct...let me
'Consciousness' can't read anything."
Kaslan's smile froze.
He lowered his head, his white hair flowing behind his head.
"That's not smart." He said calmly, his eyes dim and his tone low.
"On the most cruel battlefield," Kaslan closed his eyes and said slowly, "you will only have these two thoughts."
Ada raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" The elf seemed to be looking for something to ignore the severe pain in her shoulder. She puffed up one cheek, exhaled from the corner of her mouth in boredom, and then said silently: "Although she is not very old, she is only six years old.
You are more than ten years old, but...it seems that you have a lot of battlefield experience."
"battlefield?"
This time, Kaslan’s voice was firm: “That’s hell.”
"It's a boundless hell that turns normal people into monsters."
"There are only two kinds of people there."
"Dead people, and people who are dying."
Ada on the ground rolled her eyes.
"Thank you, even though I don't remember clearly," Kaslan seemed to have improved a lot, and he said in a low voice: "But, the feeling just now... was like going back to those hells, facing four or five different people in an instant
And a formidable opponent.”
"Forcing all my potential out again."
Ada snorted softly.
Four or five opponents?
He even felt these things.
Ada looked at the sky and asked feebly: "The sea is in turmoil, isn't it?"
Kaslan's eyebrows moved, seeming a little surprised.
"You discovered it," a few seconds later, the old man smiled slightly: "I always thought that my finishing power was very hidden - when I was serving, everyone thought it was the melting of glaciers."
Ada nodded lifelessly: "The Raging Sea, a rare power of termination, only increases strength and speed very little, but it can give you superb instinctive reactions to deal with all changes in an instant."
"Just like the sea," Kaslan affirmed with a sigh: "No matter how terrifying the waves are, the sea remains the same and will not waver for thousands of years."
Ada shrugged, but this action caused a heavy injury to her right shoulder, causing her to grin again.
"Although there are some differences, that kid Keira also has the same finishing power," Ada gasped and gritted his teeth: "I only remembered it when you swept that shot."
Kaslan's expression changed again.
"Prince Keira?" Kaslan's tone was filled with excitement: "It's a great honor to be compared with the legendary 'Wolf Enemy'."
But Ada just had a drooped face, lying on the ground shaking her head like a child who refused to admit defeat.
"Damn it, if I hadn't recognized it, I wouldn't have decided to risk that stabbing," she stopped shaking her head, with a pitiful expression, and said sadly: "Exchange your life with your injuries, and break the situation with death -
—This is the best way to face Keira and the raging sea."
Kaslan smiled slightly and nodded slowly.
"Sure enough, the holy elves who started their careers by fighting and killing are different from the conservative white elves. Even if you give up your powers, you are still a terrible warrior." Kaslan glanced at Ada and sighed: "
After all, you are not that group of guys who only know how to shoot arrows."
"I'll accept your compliment, little brat." Ada exhaled boredly.
The two were silent for a few seconds.
"And you actually know the 'Wolf Enemy' from a hundred years ago... The so-called immortals, with hundreds of thousands of years of experience, are indeed no joke," Kaslan said slowly: "Instructor Ada, may I ask your age?
?”
"Age?" Ada's eyes widened and she rolled around: "Wait a minute, let me convert it..."
At that moment, Ada's eyes suddenly became profound.
"Age." She said calmly.
"I was born in the ninth century after the Dragon Slaying War, the fourth century after the Survival War, and on the eve of the withering of the Immortal Tree." Ada's tone became very low, but she had a sense of stability.
"As old as the Empire."
There was something more in her eyes, which settled quietly.
Kaslan was startled. The elf gave him the feeling at that moment, like an innocent child who suddenly turned into a mature adult.
"Dragon-slaying war?" Kaslan asked tentatively.
"The last large-scale war between elves and dragons," Ada said lightly: "Humans also participated in the war as the servants of the elves."
"And at the end of the war, your part in resisting the ancient orcs is called the Battle of the Saints."
Kaslan was suddenly shocked.
The battle of chasing saints, isn't that...
But the next second, Ada shook her head.
"But I came of age very late," her tone softened and she returned to her previous indifference: "It took me eighteen hundred years to reach adulthood on the eve of the Third Continental War."
Ada wailed in her heart and sighed:
Unlike the eldest sister, the pervert who became an adult three hours after she was born.
Well, we can't let her know about this slander.
Forget it, forget it quickly.
Kaslan frowned.
Same age as...the ancient empire?
So, an elf over two thousand years old?
Even counting from adulthood, he is still over 300 years old.
Kaslan quietly stared at the elf lying on the ground and sighed: "The ultimate realm among elves, a monster created by time and experience."
"If you lose, you lose," Ada snorted indifferently, "Besides, among those humans who lack experience and can only rely on reaction and wit to make up for their disadvantages, you are considered outstanding."
"It's just that you have bad luck." Kaslan smiled kindly and knocked on his chest.
"Yeah, really bad luck,"
"First, I met a warrior who could close his own consciousness and thoughts, which was my biggest advantage," Ada spread his hands and said helplessly: "Then, he actually has a pair of steel ribs."
Kaslan laughed loudly, and the laughter caused old injuries to his lungs, and the old man immediately coughed violently.
"Fighting with you...ahem...is an honor for me in my later years," Kaslan said with a painful expression. Amidst the heartbreaking cough, he grabbed his soul-killing gun and said with all his strength: "After retiring, can I
A battle with Sak'el's instructor... I can't even think about it."
Ada twitched her lips.
The next second, her expression changed.
Kaslan reached out his hand and picked up the soul-killing gun.
Ada felt sad.
The old man let out a long sigh and turned the legendary anti-demon weapon in his hand.
The gun head slowly aimed at the elf on the ground.
Looking at the dark and ferocious gun blade, Ada's heart skipped a beat.
The elf showed his eight beautiful teeth and put on an ugly smile.
"Let me tell you, can we discuss it..."
I don’t know whether it was pain or frustration, but I saw Ada crying and whispering to the owner of the soul-killing gun: "The legendary anti-demon weapon cannot be abused, right..."
But the next moment, Kaslan's actions stunned her.
The old man smiled slightly, put the head of the gun on the ground, and slowly stood up.
Kaslan leaned on the support of his spear, turned around and stepped past Ada.
"I'm leaving, instructor Ada."
He limped away, turned around and said with a smile: "Please take care of yourself."
Ada's expression froze.
"Eh?" Ada covered her right shoulder, showing doubts in her painful expression: "Aren't you going to kill me?"
"Aren't you going to capture me either?"
Kaslan exhaled, smiled and shook his head.
"I have achieved my goal, 'to deal with that extreme master'," the tavern owner said with emotion: "And you have lost your combat effectiveness and can't affect the situation. That's enough."
Ada opened her eyes wide, then breathed a sigh of relief.
She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes.
The next moment, the elf grinned:
"That's it...will your boss agree?"
Kaslan couldn't help being slightly stunned when he heard this.
What?
He immediately smiled and said helplessly: "That's right. Since you said so, it's not easy to deal with..."
Kaslan pulled out the soul-killing gun that was lying on the ground: "Then I will follow your wishes..."
Ada's color changed instantly.
"Hey, hey, I just said it casually..." Ada's face changed back to mourning mode within a second: "Look at me like this..."
Kaslan laughed.
But after a few seconds, Kaslan's smile faded.
His expression slowly darkened, his eyebrows twisted, and he looked a little sad.
"What I am doing is inherently unforgivable."
Kaslan lowered his head and looked at the scimitar on the ground, his eyes full of complex and profound emotions, his tone was heavy and his words were desolate.
Ada's eyes narrowed slightly.
"But I can't look back," Kaslan's eyes were dazed, and he whispered subconsciously: "At least, do something trivial at the last moment to make up for it and comfort yourself."
Ada looked at him blankly.
I saw Kaslan raising his head, holding the soul-killing gun and leaving this messy street.
A few seconds later, Ada struggled to sit up, her face pale and sweating profusely because of the pain in her right shoulder.
"Hey, little brat," looking at Kaslan's back, Ada hesitated for a moment, then breathed out a few words:
"See you later."
Kaslan's back paused slightly.
Turning his back to Ada, he suddenly laughed.
The laughter is long and desolate.
"No."
Kaslan said calmly without looking back.
"Instructor Ada, I have a hunch." The old man raised his head and looked at the Palace of Heroes in the distance. His white hair was fluttering in the wind and was messy: "We are afraid..."