Kaslan coughed, remembering the past years like the most ordinary old man: "We, including little Lisban, all have the same ideals, and we are also tired of the grudges between families, and between territories.
blame."
"So that's how it started," Kaslan looked at the stone pillar that Nikolai was leaning against, and said in a sad tone: "You can't imagine what we have gone through for decades around Nunn for Exeter.
.”
Nicolai raised his head unconsciously and looked at the ceiling.
"It was just a small matter at first: consolidating the prince's authority and power, protecting the endangered families loyal to the prince, and punishing the vassals who had enriched their own pockets." The old man's eyes flashed with a strange light: "Break the convention of the White Blade Guards and select some people of unknown origin.
Highly qualified candidates to train Nunn for a guard that is only loyal to him and has no family worries. The candidates include you, Big Mouth, Byrne, and Isaiah. You were all recruited by me at that time."
At that moment, Nicolai's breathing was stagnant, and the words he was biting in his mouth almost blurted out.
The day he was recruited into the Blade Guard
boss
"Everything is prepared for a future king to realize his ambitions."
Kaslan's face darkened and his tone changed:
"But as Nunn ascended to the throne, things began to change."
"His enemies are becoming more and more numerous and stronger. He needs a sharper knife and a stronger shield."
"My tasks are becoming more and more unscrupulous and have no bottom line. From chasing criminals, to extorting political opponents, kidnapping children, to forging crimes to frame opponents, and even burning down the barns where farmers spend the winter."
Nicolai clenched his fists and suppressed the emotions in his heart.
He paid attention to Kaslan's shadow in the firelight, and his eyes kept wandering around the weapon racks, trying to find a way to get rid of the threat of the opponent's javelin.
My accuracy is not as good as his, so I can't compete with him in javelin at long range.
I need to
"Yes, the cooperative relationship between Mrs. Kassan and me and the Dark Room is much closer than you think," Kaslan said sadly, his attention always focused behind the stone pillar. "There are many other things that Nunn doesn't want the Dark Room to interfere with."
, it will be left to us to handle.”
"I once escorted the doctor to Wellandland overnight so that he could poison the heir of Archduke Alessio."
"As the king's emissary, I once incited the vassals of Qiyuan City to rebel against their lords and find reasons for Longxiao City to intervene."
"I even pretended to be a robber and robbed and killed the nobles who were dissatisfied with the king. From the male master to the female family members, I spared no one except an ignorant girl."
"I also secretly turned against my nephew Harold and persuaded him to turn to Nunn, even if it might jeopardize his relationship with his father."
Kaslan closed his eyes and felt a tightness in his chest.
What he didn't expect was that in the end, Holt would be so cruel as to let his two sons kill each other to get rid of Nunn's control.
"So," Nicolai snorted, "This is why the Scarlet Witch always wants to pry something out of me and the White Blade Guard."
Kaslan sighed.
"I tried to convince myself that this was for Exeter," Kaslan said painfully: "For the sake of ideals, I can even leave my family behind, not to mention my own honor and conscience?"
"Under the sun, I am a sword-wielding commander who leads by example, is glorious and majestic, and is admired by thousands of people." The old man endured the severe pain in his chest with every breath. "In the shadow, I am as stone-hearted, unscrupulous and ruthless."
The king's killer, with the earliest members of the guard, is doing the dirtiest and most secretive deeds."
"You once said that you saw through my extremely hypocritical noble face," Kaslan whispered: "You are right, I am not worthy to stand in front of you and lecture you as a commander."
A cold question came from behind the stone pillar: "Why?"
Kaslan closed his eyes.
"Nun has changed," Kaslan knew what he wanted to ask and sighed regretfully: "He has grown old and has become suspicious, vigilant, sensitive, selfish, and conservative."
"For a new Exter, Nunn must control powerful power. This is a necessary means." Kaslan clenched the javelin in his hand with complicated eyes: "But, I don't know when, the means have changed.
It has become a purpose, but the original purpose has long been forgotten.”
"We eat to live, prick our heads, but we shouldn't live to eat." His tone became more and more painful.
"The longer he became king, the more he cared about the status of Longxiao City more than the power of Exeter, and the inheritance of his son more than the future of the kingdom. Nunn became the most traditional Exeter.
A special monarch. Apart from his family and rule, he has no power and no intention to find the ideal he once had."
"Controlling power has become Nunn's only goal, and 'for Exeter' has become a pale excuse." Kaslan observed every place where Nikolai might rush out, and took the shadow behind the opponent's stone pillar.
Locked in the field of vision, patiently waiting for the opponent: "This makes everything we have done in the past few decades look like a joke."
Nicolai sneered.
"You know, what you are doing now," Meteor Man suppressed his anger and tried his best to sound nonchalant: "makes everything you once taught us look like a joke."
Kaslan paused for a second, his face mixed with imperceptible guilt and pain.
"So I'm tired."
"I quit, I gave up," the old man exhaled and shook his head: "That day I stood at the foot of the steps and asked him for the last time in front of all his subordinates: Do you still remember your original ideal? I asked
Him: Since when did he have no choice but to compromise with reality?"
Nicolai said nothing.
"You all know what happened later," Kaslan said with a touch of sadness: "King Gongju was furious, and a large number of old people and I were kicked out of the White Blade Guard."
silence.
The brazier burned brighter and hotter, reflecting the shadows of the two people on both sides of the stone pillar.
"Yes," Nicolai took a deep breath, seeming to be in pain: "And I was promoted exceptionally and became the acting commander of the White Blade Guards."
Before he finished speaking, the next moment, the meteorite suddenly burst out from behind the stone pillar!
The fighting started again without warning.
Kaslan did not hesitate and threw the javelin accurately and sharply.
The incredibly powerful javelin shot through the enemy's body.
"Dang!"
Pin him to the ground!
However, Kaslan, who was experienced and had been observing the opponent's shadow, immediately realized that something was wrong. It was only Nikolai's chest leather armor that was hit by the javelin.
The real meteorite jumped out from the other side of the stone pillar, wearing thin armor and almost no protection!
Kaslan reacted very quickly and saw the gap between Nikolai's injured leg landing, and shot the second javelin without any delay!
The meteorite man felt a chill in his heart when he heard the sound of wind in his ears.
It's over.
Couldn't fool him.
At this moment.
"Nicolai!" A familiar voice sounded.
Nicolai looked up suddenly and saw a round disk-shaped object flying towards him!
Meteorite didn't hesitate, the power of termination exploded, his feet bent incredibly, and he caught the object in mid-air.
The javelin strikes.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.
Kaslan's pupils shrank.
His javelin struck the plate in Nikolai's hand, a round shield covered with thick wood.
The tip of the spear pierced the shield, nearly piercing it, and Nicolai's hand sank.
The Fallen Star gritted his teeth, pulled out the javelin from his shield, and held it in his right hand.
But Kaslan had no time to pay attention to Nikolai. He turned around solemnly and looked at Nikolai's helpers warily.
"Byn," Kaslan frowned, but a trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes: "Long time no see."
But as a former White Blade Guard and King's officer, Bainmeike, standing at the door of the weapons depot, obviously didn't like to respond to the enthusiasm of his old boss.
"Sorry, boss, it's not that I don't want to reminisce about old times," said Michael in the distance with a heavy face. He took two short-handled throwing axes from the weapon rack and waved his arms violently: "But I just saw my own
daughter"
"I'm in a bad mood now!"
Kaslan's expression changed, and the javelin was shot almost at the same time as Michael's two throwing axes!
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Javelins and throwing axes crisscrossed in the air!
"laugh!"
Although he tried his best to avoid it, Michael was still stabbed in the thigh by Kaslan's javelin. He fell into a row of weapon racks in severe pain.
But enough is enough.
Michael thought so.
Amidst the chaos of metal, Kaslan held a javelin and pushed away a throwing axe, but his left arm was scratched by another axe, taking away a large piece of flesh.
The old man took a deep breath and held back the severe pain in his chest.
When it comes to throwing accuracy, Byrne is still so good.
Thinking this, he turned around and shot the third javelin again.
Throw yourself at Nikolai, who is rushing towards you at high speed!
"boom!"
Fallen Starman's thick shield once again blocked the javelin. Due to the momentum of his charge, this time the spearhead even pierced half of the shield and poked out a section from the edge of Nikolai's wrist.
During the charge, Nikolai subconsciously turned his buckler, moving the stabbed area on the shield to the lower half.
Sure enough, the next second there was another dull sound: "Bang!"
The fourth javelin struck at the same angle and position, piercing his shield again, going up and down with the previous javelin, and piercing both ends of the shield.
Nicolai felt a chill in his heart: If he hadn’t turned the shield just now,
But he no longer has to worry.
Nicolai decisively threw away the heavy shield that he had worked so hard for, raised the javelin in his right hand, and returned to the position three steps in front of Kaslan!
Kaslan also threw away the remaining javelins with a solemn expression, leaving only the one in his right hand.
The next second, both of them raised their right hands at the same time.
"bass!"
Almost face to face, two javelins pierced each other in the air.
With his right hand still raised in the air, Kaslan subconsciously dodged. The enemy's javelin penetrated into the weapon rack behind him, leaving only a trace of blood on his face.
"laugh!"
But Nikolai did not dodge, allowing Kaslan's javelin to penetrate his left shoulder!
"Ah!" Nikolai said with a ferocious face, facing the severe pain in his left shoulder, and waved his right fist in Kaslan's strange eyes.
The power of termination exploded from his bones, and his fists instantly flipped twice in the air, avoiding two interceptions from the opponent.
At this moment, Kaslan's expression suddenly changed.
"Boom!"
With a strange metallic sound, Kaslan locked Nikolai's throat, and the Faller's fist was imprinted on Kaslan's body!
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The strange thing is that Nikolai's fist did not go straight to the point, but only hit Kaslan's right armpit.
The Fallen Star lowered his fist feebly.
Kaslan trembled uncontrollably and loosened his grip on his throat. Nikolai, who was blushing, finally took a breath.
The two stood on the same spot, both shaking.
"thump!"
Nicolai could no longer bear the serious injury to his left shoulder and fell to the ground with the javelin.
But what was equally unexpected was that Kaslan's face turned pale, his lips were trembling, and his upper body was shaking.
In pain, he stretched out his left hand, which he could barely control, and covered his right armpit.
The old man's face kept twitching, as if he was enduring great pain.
The next moment, Kaslan spat out a large mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, like a dying old man who had completely lost all strength.
His face darkened.
"How do you know?" Kaslan chattered his teeth and said carefully in the softest voice, as if he was afraid of waking up the kitten: "Right armpit."
Blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, which was really scary.
Nicolai lay weakly on his side, reaching for the javelin on his left shoulder.
"Monty, he has the best eyesight and the steadiest hands," the Fallen Star Man said with difficulty: "So on the night when you were seriously injured and dying and were replaced with metal ribs, he was chosen as your assistant and stayed with you the whole time. He knew it. "
Kaslan's eyes narrowed.
Loud-mouthed Nedmonty.
That annoying country coward only thinks about women.
snort.
Kaslan laughed helplessly in his heart.
"Monty only told me one thing," Nicolai closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth: "There is a fragile joint on the side of your new skeleton. That is your weakness. As long as the strength is enough, he told me, fight You have to keep an eye on your safety when you are there.”
Having said this, Nicolai's chest felt tight and he couldn't speak anymore.
The leader's weakness.
That was the place they were supposed to protect to the death.
but
Nicolai clenched his fists and his eyes were numb.
Kaslan sat down on the ground tremblingly, leaned on the weapon rack behind him, and let out a sigh of relief and relief.
As he breathed, blood continued to pour out of his mouth and nose, soaking the clothes on his chest.
"javelin?"
Kaslan, whose upper body was almost soaked in blood, glanced at the rows of javelin racks around him indifferently: "Did you force me here on purpose?"
"You have become accustomed to fighting with your right arm in your mouth to protect your weak point," Nikolai said in despair, "I have to find an opportunity for you to completely raise your right arm, such as when throwing a javelin."
Kaslan raised his eyebrows and let out a sad laugh.
On prickly hands.
This ending is not bad either.
"Beautiful, haha, prickly head, you cough, cough, cough, cough"
The laughter lasted not long before Kaslan frowned and hissed again, coughing violently in severe pain.
Following his movements, Kaslan's chest made a scary thumping sound, and the old man's face also distorted sharply.
Nicolai closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look at his old boss's expression.
Damn it, Nicolai stretched out his hand desperately to reach for the javelin on his shoulder, hoping that this would distract him from being unable to pull it out.
At this moment, Nicolai felt a slight pain in his left shoulder.
He opened his eyes in surprise and found Kaslan stretching out his left hand, firmly holding the javelin pierced on his shoulder.
"Bear it," Kaslan whispered, spitting out a mouthful of blood, "it might hurt a little."
Nikolai tensed his shoulders in a daze and watched Kaslan pull the javelin out of his shoulder.
He didn't even notice the pain.
Nicolai thought of that afternoon many years ago.
When he was dying, Kaslan, the executioner, picked up the piece of wood from the ground and brought it to his mouth.
"Bite it," Bingshan said coldly, pulling the whip on his hand, "This will hurt a lot."
Nikolai shook off the memories. He struggled to sit up from the ground, and the power of termination began to tighten his muscles.
He looked at Kaslan, who was leaning on the weapon rack and vomiting blood, with a painful expression on his face, but he felt more and more angry inside.
"Thalia," Nicolai said with a crestfallen face: "Does your wife have anything you want me to bring to her?"
At that moment, Kaslan's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Thalia"
Kaslan's eyes dimmed and he shook his head: "No."
"She's gone."
Nicolai raised his head slightly, unable to conceal his surprise: "How could it be? She is only forty."
Kaslan's breath began to weaken.
He raised his hand with difficulty and wiped the blood from his chest.
The old man's face was gloomy. He raised his trembling hands and carefully took out a piece of red silk from his pocket.
"A year ago, she finally discovered it," Kaslan looked at the piece of red silk with fascination, slowly opening it as if it contained a rare treasure: "Before I confessed to her, she
I discovered: I am the same person back then.”
Kaslan's hand trembled slightly: "The 'bandit leader' who robbed her family's motorcade, killed her father, mother, brother, and her entire family, but only missed a six-year-old girl.
"
Nicolai froze.
"Since then, Thalia has been ill and even the best doctors have been unable to find the cause of her illness."
Kaslan seemed to be increasingly unable to control his hands freely, but he still trembled and opened the red silk in his hands inch by inch: "She was just like that, lying on the bed every day and enduring extreme pain, like the most beautiful flower.
Just the same, fading away day after day."
"That was the most difficult battle in my life. I would rather fight Sak'el for thirty more rounds, fight Shao two hundred times with swords, exchange ten lives with Xila Anlei, and be beaten twice by Jasmine."
I'm not willing to face ten punches," Kaslan coughed hard and looked painful: "But I can only watch Thalia die day by day, and try to explain to her that it was the king's order and it was
I can't help but choose."
Kaslan finally opened the red silk cloth, his eyes sparkling.
"At the last moment, Thalia told me with a forced smile that maybe this was the will of the gods: she was destined to atone for my past."
Nicolai looked blankly at the things in the silk cloth.
It was an inconspicuous black stone.
There are two little figures carved on the stone: a slightly larger figure holding the other a smaller figure.
The little figure is carved crookedly and crudely, and is basically a circle with four limbs with lines on it.
It's obviously a child's play.
But Kaslan looked at the stone obsessively, and the trembling in his hands became louder and louder: "Finally, I held her almost weightless body and asked myself: Earth-shaking Kaslan Lumba, what is the meaning of your life?
What’s the point?”
There was the sound of mopping the floor in the distance. Michael dragged his pierced thigh and crawled towards this side.
Kaslan's eyes were filled with misery, and he showed a feeble smile to the crawling Michael: "At that moment, I began to hate Nunn."
"Until a few months ago, Nunn's last son died in the stars." The old man shook his head, and with every word he spoke, a lot of blood oozed from his mouth and nose: "Looking at the sunset that day, I
Suddenly, I felt pity for him: we have all lost everything we cherished, half a lifetime of hard work was wiped out overnight."
"The once high-spirited Prince Walton finally fell into the vicious circle he had woven, and fell into the fate of the Lords of Exeter. He could not get out. He was as miserable as my brothers and nephews."
Nicolai tore off a piece of clothing, tied the injured shoulder tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Idiot."
Michael climbed up to Nicolai's side and stared blankly at his old boss with him.
"At that moment, it was like a fire burning in my chest. The pain was indescribable and I didn't know why." Kaslan's voice became smaller and smaller: "However, when King Nun sent someone to find me, he wanted me
When I inherited the position of Grand Duke of Black Sand, I suddenly understood what that fire was."
Kaslan's eyes lit up, and he squeezed the stone in his palm with force.
"I don't hate him anymore, but it's not over yet."
"What Nunn and I started back then," Kaslan struggled, tears welling up in his eyes, "is not over yet."
"What Nuen can't do, what Nuen has given up, what Nuen dare not face," Kaslan coughed violently, turned pale, and trembled: "It's up to me to realize it for him and to be loyal to him.
.”
"This is what the rest of my life is about."
Michael looked at him in disbelief.
Nicolai held his shoulders firmly, lowered his head and said nothing.
Only the fists kept tightening.
At this moment.
"Boss."
Michael, who was lying on the ground, made a low voice.
"When you know that you are betraying him and His Majesty by doing this," Michael's expression was sad and painful, and his words were intermittent: "What does it feel like?"
Nicolai couldn't help but glance at Michael.
Kaslan turned his eyes, which were gradually becoming cloudy.
He grinned his lips and asked with a half-smile: "Did I betray him?"
Michael was stunned.
silence.
"correct."
"I thought of it, Thornhead." The old man's eyebrows moved.
Nikolai raised his head and looked at Kaslan with a complicated expression.
Kaslan's eyes slowly became distracted, and the corners of his mouth no longer vomited blood.
"The name of your power of ending," Kaslan looked at the ceiling, forced a smile, and said softly: "Why don't you just call it"
"It's a twist of fate."
Nicolai and Michael both paused slightly.
"Hey," a second later, the meteorite man snorted disdainfully: "What the hell is this name?"
"Ta-ta!" came a small voice, blocking Nicolai's words in his throat.
Nicolai and Michael both trembled.
The stone with the two little figures carved on it just rolled off Kaslan's hand.
The two slowly turned their heads.
I saw the legend of the White Blade Guards, the earth-shaking Kaslan Lumba, lying quietly on the weapon rack with his eyes closed, silent and unresponsive.
Michael looked at Kaslan who was no longer moving, his expression blank.
The silence lasted for several seconds.
Until Nicolai slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the stone in his hand.
On the back of the stone, there is a sentence with many typos carved crookedly:
Kaslan Paulhutalia
Nicolai's eyes froze, he turned his head suddenly and clenched the stone in his hand.
"Boom!"
The Fallen Star gritted his teeth and kicked the weapon rack next to him hard.
He lay back, turned his head away from Michael and Kaslan, and scratched his face, breathing heavily and his chest rising and falling.
"Fuck." Nicolai whispered vaguely.
The newly lit brazier burned brighter and hotter.
In the weapons arsenal, two strong men fell to the ground, silent.
Beside them, the old warriors fell asleep.
No more waking up.
I really want to say that I have been preparing for the college entrance examination these two days, so I stopped updating, but I am afraid of being beaten up by readers.