Chapter 2942 The Morning That Never Returns (Seventeen)
Chapter 2942 The morning that never returns (seventeen)
It was one day about ten years ago.
The boy was crying in front of his mother's grave, while his brother silently covered it with soil and buried their mother.
"Don't cry." His brother put down the shovel, wiped his hands, and then stroked the tiger man's head: "From now on, we two brothers will be left to depend on each other. I can't stand your weakness. Come on.
Be strong for me."
"But, but...!"
"It's so noisy!" His brother punched him down. He has always been such an irritable guy.
I don't know how much time has passed.
One evening, the boy and his brother were having dinner in the same room. There was a kind of pea soup on the table. It tasted terrible, but it was edible.
"Brother," the tiger boy asked in a low voice, "Mom often says that dad is a fighting hero. Is that really the case?"
His brother fell into silence for a while and did not answer.
"So...mom is lying, meow?"
"No." The tiger man couldn't help but deny: "You are not allowed to talk about your mother like that."
"But……"
"Father's sacrifice is indeed great in her eyes, so she will regard him as a hero, revere him, and deify him infinitely. But he is not as great as she described."
The young man asked: "So who is he? Is he really just an ordinary soldier who died on the battlefield? Or is he a real hero? Or, as those annoying uncles said,
Is he a deserter without honor?"
"No. He is nothing. He is just him." The tiger man's eyes were filled with sorrow. He looked directly at his brother, but his eyes seemed to penetrate his brother's body and look at somewhere in the distance:
"You are still too young. You may not understand now, but you will understand one day.
——War, war will never change.
In this war between orcs and humans, there will be no winners or losers. In the end, it will just be a change of dynasties, continuing the meaningless cycle.
No matter what the reason, war is ugly. The soldiers who participate in the war are neither good nor bad, neither honor nor shame. They are just pawns. At the mercy of the two groups who dominate the war, simple
Consumables."
The young man looked at his brother: "...Is this the case with my father too?"
"Yes. It's just a chess piece. Then he became an allowable sacrifice in the war. That's all." The tiger man shook his head: "I have said enough on this matter, Othello. Don't do it to me again in the future."
I asked the same question in front of you, do you understand?"
The young man pouted and did not answer.
A few more years passed.
The boy grew up and became a strong young man. He packed his luggage, put on the shoulder strap with the scabbard, put the sword in the sheath, and was ready to go out.
And his brother stood in front of the house. Although he was still young, his face had some weathering effects.
"I'm leaving, brother. Please don't stop me." Othello to Castro.
"You know? You can obviously leave quietly in the dead of night, so I won't stop you." The strong tiger man said coldly: "But you choose to go out at this time. You just
Aren't you afraid that I will use brute force to stop you, tie you up and lock you in the basement until you give up this stupid idea?"
"I'm afraid. I know you can do such a thing." Othello replied: "But I can't leave without saying goodbye. Maybe if we say goodbye today, we will never have the chance to see each other again."
"That's right." Castro moved half of his body out of the way, just enough space for Othello to squeeze out of the door.
"...You won't stop me?"
"Maybe I will. If you come here boldly, you will know the answer." Castro said lightly.
Othello was stunned for a few seconds. His brother was a terrible person. Even though the two brothers depended on each other and he and his brother had lived together for so many years, Othello was still afraid of his brother getting angry. The last time they quarreled, his brother punched him
His arm bone was crooked and it took him several months to heal.
If he was so close, wouldn't his brother suddenly attack?
Despite this, Othello takes a step forward.
It was impossible for him to fight his brother. If Castro wanted to stop him from setting off, he would have stopped him long ago.
"What good is the army?" Castro asked in a low voice when he saw Othello taking that step. It was obvious that he was trying his best to suppress his anger.
"But I hate staying here and being protected by my brother." The tiger man said: "There must be something I can do in this world, something only I can do. And I must find the answer."
"What proves that your answer will definitely be hidden in your military career?"
"I'm not blind, brother." Othello took a step closer: "If I can't find the answer I want in the army, I will change my place. I can even join the Warcraft Hunting——"
"No, that's not the choice for you." Before Othello could finish speaking, Castro interrupted. In any case, he didn't want his brother to join the Warcraft Hunters, just as he didn't want his brother to join the army.
"See, you are always like this." Othello said a little angrily, taking another step closer. He was already only three steps away from Castro.
"[I just want to protect you]... In this case, I won't say anything." Castro snorted and moved his entire body from the door for Othello to pass: "Forget it. Go and join you.
Army, let's fight on the battlefield where life and death are on the line. Maybe this is better, this is more suitable for you idiot. It's just——"
"……only?"
"After we step out of this house, our brothers will never see each other again." Castro said: "Don't let me see your stupid face in this life. In this way, I will feel happy and relaxed."
Othello clenched his fists and stepped out of the door: "I understand. Since you insist so much... Farewell, brother."
"Ah." Castro responded coldly, watching his brother leave.
[How many years have passed since then? I can’t remember exactly.]
[As time goes by, I even slowly forget his face and his voice.]
[But I have never regretted stepping out of that door that day.]
"...Huh?" Othello opened his eyes slightly, and in the darkness, he vaguely felt something glowing on his chest.
It's very small. It's actually an almost imperceptible glimmer of light. But the deeper the darkness, the more conspicuous these little bits of light become.
He tried to move his body, but felt numb. With the help of the faint light, Othello discovered that there was a scarlet thorn wrapping around his body. The thorn seemed to be poisonous, and it was the poison that made him unable to move.
What happened? He tried to remember.
The last moment he could remember was when he was waiting inside the ship while commanding the troops on the ground to fight.
Then something happened. The ship was retreating, and the scarlet ball of thorns floating in the air released a dark area. The darkness expanded at an extremely fast speed, swallowing up the surrounding space within a few seconds.
The ship Othello was on was also swallowed up. Everyone inside the ship, and possibly even the troops fighting on the ground in Lviv, were all swallowed up by the dark area.
There was a thick darkness all around, with a visual range of less than ten yards. There were a lot of thorns growing in that darkness. They not only spread on the ground, but also spread in the air, covering the entire space.
What happened to the people in the boat? Are everyone surrounded by these thorns? How long has he been asleep?
"Is there anyone?!" Othello called, "Who else is awake? Say something back if you can hear me!"
There was silence.
The entire space seemed to be immersed in deathly silence, and even his breathing was so heavy. Othello did not see anyone nearby being trapped by the same thorns. Before that, he was clearly on the bridge, and there were operations on other warships around him.
Members. Those people are now missing. Not only are they invisible because they are shrouded in darkness, they seem to be dragged away by the thorns and disappear out of thin air.
But why is he, Othello, still here and not taken away?
Is it because there is something on him that protects him?
Suddenly remembering what the glowing thing on his chest was, Othello took a deep breath. Yes, the shimmering thing on his chest was actually Castro's pendant.
Mr. Albert desperately snatched this souvenir from the remains of thorns and returned it to Othello. Before being swallowed by the darkness, Othello put the necklace around his neck.
It was his brother's belongings that shimmered, as if Castro was trying to protect him.
"...Brother." Thinking of this, Othello's heart felt as painful as a knife.
It was uncomfortable, and the current situation was not optimistic. He was still wrapped around the scarlet thorns, and was so numb that he couldn't move. Apart from shouting for help, he couldn't do anything. And even if he shouted, would anyone come to save him? The surrounding people
Everyone disappeared, and he seemed to be trapped in a dark world where he was the only one.
...how desperate this is.
After calling for a long time, there was still no response. Othello felt his throat was so parched that he had to stop and rest. The situation was really bad. Could it be that everyone had been captured by the crimson thorns and came to Lviv to join the battle?
Everyone was wiped out, right?
Even if he is the only one who survives and remains conscious, he cannot move. If he continues in this state, he will inevitably weaken and die. Is there no chance of a comeback?
In this darkness and silence, Othello couldn't help but regret.
If he had listened to his brother's advice and not joined the army or gotten involved with Warcraft hunters, he would not be in this place now, trapped by such a hateful thorns.
Maybe he can live an ordinary life in a corner of the Dawn Region, with no pursuits and no worries.
But...if he had been living that kind of ordinary life, he would not have been able to see the wonderful things he had seen over the years. Whether it was the cruelty of war, the sorrow of defeat, the joy of victory, or the relief of peace.
.
All of this has shaped him into who he is now. If he hadn't experienced these, he wouldn't have grown into what he is now.
So, never regret.
And never give up.
From the moment he stepped out of the house, he had already made his decision.
Despite being numb all over, Othello tried to move his arms and struggle out of the thorn.
Naturally, his arms didn't obey his orders, and were as heavy as lead. Even if he exhausted all his strength, he could only move a few inches.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" He did not give up, but still used all his strength to drive his body. There was no other way except relying on himself to get out of trouble.
Or not.
While he was trying to break free from the thorns, a golden light was swimming in the distance, gradually approaching.
"...Brother?" Othello asked in a low voice.
"What brother? I'm not your brother." The man came closer. Holding the golden holy sword in his hand, he walked in and cut off the surrounding crimson thorns. King Arthur finally appeared in Othello's field of vision.
He took off his mask, revealing the true face of the King of Great Britain: "Hey, Commander Othello. Are you the only one left here?"