Chapter 2967 The Morning That Will Never Return (Forty-two)
Chapter 2967 The morning that never returns (42)
When Bedivere discovered Othello, he also fell into some kind of dilemma.
Because as he expected, Othello fell from such a high place and was already seriously injured. His legs and arms were all bloody and twisted in abnormal directions, and the leg and arm bones had pierced the flesh and exposed the flesh.
When it came out, it looked very miserable.
However, I don’t know why, those tree roots tightly wrapped around Othello’s body played a role in inhibiting the deterioration of the wound. It did not heal Othello’s wound, but it stopped the bleeding from those terrible wounds. It was really a drop of blood.
None of them flowed out. The seriously injured Othello seemed to be in a state of "time stopped flowing". It maintained this state and fell into a coma, neither dead nor alive.
Those tree roots seemed quite fragile, and Bedivere felt that he could simply cut the roots and save Othello. But he also knew that once he did so, Othello who fell from the entanglement of the roots would inevitably recover.
to a normal state, then hemorrhages all over the body and is on the verge of death.
It is those gray-white tree roots that are barely keeping Othello alive, but it is also those tree roots that trap him and prevent him from escaping. This is quite contradictory.
Before finding a way to cure Othello's injuries, Bedivere thought it would be better not to touch the tiger man. But the question is, how to cure it? How can there be medical conditions in a ghost place with nothing?
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Sure enough, it is better to wrap Othello's wound with mithril fluid first, suppress the bleeding and put a splint on it to prevent the fracture from causing more damage, and then save Othello after this treatment? This is the only way to do it.
Bedivere then cautiously approached and brought the mithril fluid close to the Khajiit man without irritating the tree roots. The first thing to deal with was the pair of broken legs that were broken back. However, Bedivere had already used the mithril technique.
With great skill, the fluid moved as if he were moving his own hands and feet. The fluid soon grabbed Othello's right leg, slowly correcting it to the correct direction without letting the broken bone fragments hurt.
Wearing more flesh. After doing this, Bedivere hardened the mithril fluid wrapped around Othello's leg into a hard splint--just as he did with his own broken leg.
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"Well... uh..." Othello, who was in a coma, may have felt the pain vaguely, and hummed.
"Just be patient a little longer and you'll be fine soon," Bedivere said, although he knew he was just talking to the air.
"Dad...Dad..." I don't know what kind of dream Othello is dreaming, but his dream is probably full of sadness.
Bedivere silently dealt with the fracture on Othello's other leg. He was originally not interested in Othello's privacy, but Othello suddenly said something, which attracted Bedivere's attention:
"Don't go...!" The tiger man murmured: "That's... massacre!"
Massacre. Bedivere was sure he heard this word, word for word.
Massacre? Who was killed? What did he know? Why did he stop his father?
Why is he so sad?
The curious Bedivere suddenly had the idea of finding everything out. It was just a momentary thought, but it made everything get out of control.
Because the [Sun Disk of the Sun God] hidden on his arm is also the key to the [Yingqi Orb], and it activates itself because it senses the user's strong thoughts.
It scattered several rays of light, unfolding plane images one after another around Othello, reflecting the stories of old friends.
"Do you really want to go?" asked the tiger man boy. He was accompanied by another smaller child, his younger brother. His younger brother was still young and not very sensible, with the innocence of a child in his eyes.
He was so confused that he didn't even know what was happening in front of him.
"I'm sorry. An order is an order." The boy who answered the boy was a strong man wearing a military uniform of the Orc Alliance. There was a certain loneliness in his back as he opened the door: "I have to go."
"This is massacre. This is definitely not a just act." The tiger boy said with anger on his face: "Just because you are a soldier, do you have to blindly follow orders?"
"Yes. An order is an order." His father replied again.
"Then you can leave." The tiger boy sighed: "After you go out, I will go to the werewolf clan to report the news as soon as possible. I will not let your plan succeed. Will you massacre them successfully, or will they?
Successful resistance and escape depends on God's will."
"God's will..." his father said meaningfully: "You casually revealed important information about the army, do you think you can escape the sanctions of the coalition forces?"
"You don't need to worry about this, father." The tiger boy said, "Let's go. I wish you good luck and hope you don't die in that massacre. Hunters will eventually be hunted. Please don't forget this reincarnation."
The father looked at his son who was in the rebellious stage and had a stupid sense of justice. He did not show anger, but was full of sadness. He pushed the door open and went out without looking back.
"...Brother, daddy is really going to do something very bad, meow?" the younger tiger boy asked.
"...There is no absolute good or bad in this world." His brother showed a bitter look: "Othello, wait at home, okay? Take good care of the house and protect your mother. My brother has to go out for something.
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"Yeah." The child nodded.
One image disappears and another image appears.
Fires, killings, and screams shook the sky.
A mighty silver werewolf was lying in a pool of blood. He had been stabbed with many knives on his back, and a long sword was stuck on his lower abdomen. The blade had already penetrated his stomach and stabbed out from his back.
Bedivere recognized the werewolf because that man was the leader of the werewolf tribe and Bedivere's father.
"You...you...don't have any children?" The dying silver werewolf, who was kneeling on the ground, asked in a low voice.
"There are two. They are both underage children." The tiger man said, holding a bloody sword in his hand. Before this, he had used this sword to kill countless orcs in the conference. He
His hands were filled with blood.
"Since you are...the father of two children...you...should be ashamed." The silver werewolf whispered: "Poison, sneak attack, ruthlessness towards my people."
Killing. This is not what an honorable warrior does. Your children... will be ashamed of what you did for the rest of their lives."
"I think so too. They will definitely do it." The tiger man replied, with a cold and calm tone: "But the mission is the mission. I'm sorry."
"The mission... is the mission..." the werewolf patriarch said with a sarcastic laugh: "What a qualified...soldier."
"Do you have any last words?" The tiger man raised the long sword in his hand, preparing to chop off the silver werewolf's head.
"Is a mission a mission..." Silver Werewolf was still repeating what he just said: "Then Mr. Executioner, please listen to me."
"you say."
"After this incident, they will definitely find a scapegoat to bear all the charges for them." The werewolf continued: "And you are the scapegoat. Both you and your children will be in danger. I'm afraid you won't be able to escape.
But please do something and leave a way for your children to escape."
"...I have thought about this too. But I choose to believe them because I am a soldier."
"Oh, they also told you that this massacre was carried out for the good of the Underdark, right?" White Wolf pointed out pointedly.
The soldiers fell into silence for a while.
"For the sake of righteousness, for all sentient beings, and for your children to live a better life. Those people can come up with a lot of selfish reasons and package this massacre in a grand way, so that you are willing to believe it." White Wolf Eats
He chuckled, full of sorrow and ridicule: "But... Mr. Executioner, ask your own heart. Are people who can come up with such selfish reasons really worthy of trust?"
Therefore, the tiger man was speechless.
"Forget it. Let's do it. I'm a little tired." The werewolf leader closed his eyes and said, "I hope you and your children don't suffer the same fate as our clan."
The soldier did not hesitate. A soldier is always a soldier, and orders are always orders. He raised the knife and cut off the head of the silver werewolf.
"Rest in peace, leader of the werewolf clan." The soldier whispered. His figure disappeared in the village's flames.
The scene flashed by, and the soldier appeared in front of the battalion commander. Another Khajiit boy, with a special black coat color and the iconic white tiger stripes, was discussing with the big man in the same camp.
"Are you really going to do it?" The boy asked solemnly, "Once you do this, you can't go back, and you and your family will be in danger."
"Yes." The big man replied: "So you have to promise me one thing: take over all this."
"Impossible! With my qualifications and military rank, how is it possible------!"
"Everything has been arranged for you, you can rest assured." The big man interrupted the young man: "What I want to do is to help you clear the obstacles to your advancement."
"You will die." The young black tiger man whispered.
"I know I can't escape, it's just a matter of time." The tiger man replied: "I am an allowable loss, so this allowable loss should be used in worthwhile places."
The black tiger boy fell into silence.
This is a coup. It was initiated by a desperate soldier and a father of two children.
"Take care of Castro and Othello for me, will you?" the man said, and then he turned and walked out of the camp.
Many people died that night, all of them high-ranking people in the army. Some said that the man had gone crazy, while others said that the man had betrayed the orc alliance. But no one knew the true purpose of the man, the commander who was once regarded as a great hero.
, just killing and dying to protect his family.
The one who stopped the man and chopped off his head was the Black Tiger boy, the man's adjutant.
Then, everything that happened that night was sealed up by history, and only a few people knew the truth. His willfulness, his stubbornness, his thoughts, and his struggles were all reduced to the dust of history because of his execution.
"Brother, I'm afraid..." the child whispered, nestling in his brother's arms.
"It's okay, don't worry." The tiger boy said, stroking his brother's head. He had only vaguely heard about the good things his father had done, and I'm afraid their family would also be punished. But now the army's command system is completely
Paralyzed, the soldiers just came and surrounded his home, but they didn't do anything to the family.
Whether they can escape this disaster depends on the decision of the re-organized top military officials.
"You are such an idiot, father." The tiger boy looked out the window at the soldiers surrounding the house and said to himself.
"Oh my god...!" When all the scenes disappeared, Bedivere came back to his senses and exclaimed in a long tone.
He looked at Othello blankly, his eyes full of complex emotions: "It was your father who killed my father!"