Chapter 2945 The morning of never returning (twenty)
Chapter 2945 The morning that never returns (20)
On a certain month of a certain year, on a sultry summer night.
The boy woke up from the bed, sweating from the heat and feeling sticky all over. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, found a slightly more comfortable position and tried to fall asleep again, but the heat was still uncomfortable.
He was in a dilapidated cabin. He and his brother lived on each other and lived a very hard life. The Khajiit villages in the Dark Region were already poor and had no means of dissipating heat except taking a bath, and they
Even clean water cannot always be guaranteed, and even taking a bath is a luxury.
He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. His brother often said that a calm mind will naturally cool down. Although he didn't believe it at all, at this time, there really was no other way except to believe it.
Just when he was tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, a woman's voice came from outside the bedroom: "Good evening, Castro."
"You're here to say goodbye, right?" Another man's voice, that is, the boy's brother, replied in a low voice: "You really want to go with him, Lily."
"Yes. We have decided to get married." The woman replied.
There was silence in the house.
After a long time, the man replied: "Do you want me to congratulate you? Do you think I can?"
"Castro..."
"I know you don't love me, and no matter what I do, you will never be with me. But him? Why him? Roble is a disaster. Even if you find another man to marry, I won't feel so uncomfortable. But you
He was the one chosen."
"...He is not as bad as you said." The woman defended her fiancé.
"He organized that patriarchal conference." The man said: "No matter what the reason, he still took the lead in that incident and murdered the patriarchs who did not obey the alliance suggestion. He is a despicable villain, cowardly and insidious. He
He said that all this is for the survival of the Fang Clan and for the benefit of all the orcs in the Underdark, but he is just a hypocritical liar. No legitimate interests are based on blood. If there are, what kind of reliance is there?
Just eat it. The benefits people get are not worth mentioning.
Today, he can sacrifice a small number of people for [everyone's interests]. Tomorrow, he may be for his own interests, and even you can be sacrificed. Don't let me get it right, Lily. I don't want to see that Roble thing.
The ogres and demons will eat you."
"He won't. If he does, then I am willing to do so." The woman replied.
"Yes, love is so blind." Castro sighed: "In that case, there is nothing to say. You go, Lily. Live the so-called happy life with him. I still have my brother to take care of,
I won't accompany you."
The woman also wanted to persuade: "You should join the coalition forces, with your strength——"
"I have said it countless times, never." The man's tone was firm and decisive: "Because we can't survive our lives, are we going to invade humans? It sounds disgusting. Survival resources obtained by means of war will always be
Ugly, dripping with blood. I will never join the ranks of those ogres, demons, and murderers. I just rely on these hands to survive, and then starve to death in the dark area, which is better than them relying on food and artificial intelligence.
Life is much better."
"So...you won't agree to anything, right."
"Yes."
"Even if you and your brother live in such poverty, you are not willing to improve it?"
"Because we are not ogres," the man replied.
"Have you asked him for his opinion? Are you so convinced that he doesn't want a better life?" the woman asked again.
"Yes." He answered with certainty: "I know what kind of person he is. If he knew the true face of those ogres and demons in the army, he would never join in with them."
The woman then sighed: "People change too, Castro. The current coalition may be as bad as you said, but that doesn't mean it won't get better in the future. Your brother won't always be naive.
Innocent child, maybe he will be the key to changing everything in the future. I know you are kind-hearted, but sometimes you are also unreasonably stubborn, you know."
"Yes, I know." The man issued an eviction order: "So it's useless what you say, please go back and live your happy life. I hope we never see each other again, Lily."
"...Goodbye, Castro," the woman said. A few seconds later, the sound of the door closing softly came from outside the house.
"Forgive me, Othello." The man said to himself in the quiet summer night: "It's not that my brother doesn't want to give you a better life. But it's all wrong. My brother can't agree with it."
(elder brother……)
When Othello came back to his senses, he found that he had not been entangled or squashed by the crimson thorns coming from all directions. On the contrary, some kind of powerful barrier or protective shield had spread out in the surrounding space.
Something to block those thorns.
In front of Othello is the core of the giant ball of thorns, which is Castro's body wrapped in thorns.
The red light that was emanating from his eyes had receded and was replaced by another rational blue light.
"O...Sero..." Castro said intermittently. There was only a little bit of self-consciousness left in that body, but it was this fire of life that was about to be extinguished at any time, so powerful that it could withstand the terrifying crimson thorns.
.
He pulled his hand away from the thorns and pointed at his forehead: "Aim...here...and chop it down. Right here. You...can do it, right?"
"elder brother……"
"Do it, kid!" Castro suddenly yelled, using his last breath of life to shout.
"Haaaah!" Othello closed his eyes, raised his sword of victory, Gram, and slashed down.
That blow hit Castro on the forehead, splitting the tiger man's head in two right down the middle!
Then the cut mark created by that blow split into a cross shape on Castro's head.
The next second, the cross scars split again. Split into more crosses, cutting more scars on Castro's head.
The cross scars were further subdivided into more and more crosses. Within seconds, Castro's body was cut into small squares, and the crimson thorns were naturally chopped into pieces.
The chopped cubes are further subdivided, and then subdivided. After several subdivisions, they have become particles smaller than water droplets. After several more subdivisions, they become powder!
This is the characteristic of the Sword of Victory Gram [Infinite Subdivision]. It not only infinitely subdivides the arc of light into an attack like a shotgun, this sword can even infinitely subdivide the object it hits.
Eventually, all matter will be destroyed or annihilated at the molecular level!
Castro's body has been chopped into almost powder, but he has not been completely scattered. Before being completely eliminated, he looked at his brother Othello intently and let out a long sigh.
"You finally grew up..."
Oops. Before he finished speaking, his body had been completely shattered and turned into fly ash that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
As the core collapsed, the entire giant ball of thorns began to collapse on its own. The surrounding crimson thorns crystallized and shattered, extending from the inside to the outside, spreading to the entire giant ball of thorns.
Eventually, all the thorns fell apart and turned into ashes and gradually disappeared!
The cavalry giant originally entangled in crimson thorns was finally freed. The cavalry giant floating in the air lost its support and fell to the ground from the air. King Arthur also jumped out of the cavalry giant's cockpit in time and spread his dragon wings.
Flying into the air. King Arthur came over and grabbed Othello with one hand to prevent the tiger man from falling from the sky.
Othello groaned: "I can't thank you enough."
"You don't look very grateful," the King of Knights said half-jokingly.
"Please don't tease me..." Othello wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "After all, I sent my brother away with my own hands. From now on, I have no brother."
With the destruction of the crimson thorn balls, the surrounding dark space gradually disappeared. The entire airspace was illuminated by the light of the stars and the moon, and the battleships hovering in the sky also emitted their own light.
The crisis has passed, but the captured people have not returned yet. Whether it is the crew in the battleship or the combat troops on the ground, they have all disappeared without a trace. There are at least tens of thousands of people on the battlefield in Lviv. These people
Where have they all been hidden?
"It seems that the matter is not over yet." King Arthur carried Othello back to the deck of Skid Plattney's Ark and said: "Ada, search for life reactions around you and find the missing people."
"The search is complete. It is determined that there are no large gatherings of life reactions within a radius of ten kilometers." The ship's artificial intelligence navigation system replied.
"It's so strange." Othello frowned: "Can that thorn really transport the captured person ten kilometers away? It actually has such a powerful teleportation function?"
"Could he be sending people directly into the abyss..." the King of Knights touched his chin and thought. He always shaved his beard cleanly, often to have a better feel when touching his chin to think of countermeasures.
"Wouldn't it be terrible if this continues?" Othello asked urgently: "If those people are really sent to be sacrificed... they will all die? Can't they come back?"
"I don't think they would do something so stupid. Not even the forces of the abyss."
"Why are you so sure?"
"They hold a [Great Hunting Festival] every year and sacrifice some people to the abyss. Why do you think it is?" the King of Knights asked.
Othello shook his head.
"For [sustainable development]." Arthur replied: "If the information Master Castro said is correct, to bring back the ancient people hiding in the abyss, a large number of [souls] need to be sacrificed to the abyss. Then
It's not something that can be accomplished overnight. If all the orcs in the Dawn Region are sacrificed in one go, there will be no souls left to sacrifice."
"It's like raising animals." Othello finally understood: "They raised us like animals, let us multiply, and then sacrificed some of us. God, I'm going to vomit..."
"But that's not the whole truth." The King of Knights analyzed again: "Roble also mentioned in a few words before that the so-called [souls] of sacrifices are actually people's memories and experiences. Abyss seems to be very aware of this.
Interested. But let me ask you, are the [souls] of all people equal?"
"No." The tiger man shook his head: "If [soul] refers to memory and experience, then it must be a person who has more life experience. The fuller the [soul], the greater the amount that can be sacrificed. In this way
The younger the person is, the more suitable he is to be a sacrifice."
"Is it just the amount of life experience?"
"...Is it the peculiarity of life?" Othello replied: "The more bizarre experiences people have, the more bizarre their lives, the more valuable their [souls] are?"
"A very reasonable guess." The King of Knights nodded: "The next question is simple. If it were me, if I wanted to send a group of people to sacrifice, but I didn't want to sacrifice everyone, I would definitely carry out screening.
, send the most valuable ones to sacrifice."
Othello continued: "And the remaining people will be released, because they are the remaining [species], and they and their possible offspring will be reserved for the next sacrifice..."
The King of Knights nodded.
"Selecting the sacrifices is probably a time-consuming process. So they captured all the people first, hid them somewhere, and slowly selected them. I don't think those people's lives will be in danger in the short term." Arthur protracted.
The tone said: "——But the question is, where are the people who were captured?"
"I have an idea." Othello said, looking at the King of Knights.