The Khajiit soldier's stomach was still pounding, but he had finished eating the bread, and there was nothing to feed him this time. He knew he was about to die, but he didn't want to starve to death, but he had no other choice.
Maybe, this is fate.
Not all wishes can come true, even the simplest and most basic wishes, wishes made just for survival. Not all living beings can be saved, and only a small number can be saved.
"I hate... this world so much." He shed tears of regret and complained: "I hate myself so much. Why should I be born and raised in a dark place? There is never enough to eat there, and everything there is
We are all poor. I hate you humans so much. You obviously have everything, but you are never willing to share it. Is it so difficult to give us even a small piece of land? You have to occupy everything and watch us starve to death.
Are you happy?"
"I'm sorry." The black iron knight was silent for a while: "But we have no choice, don't blame us."
Give them a little charity, and they will ask for more and more. In order to protect the property that belongs to humans, humans must take up arms to kill the orcs.
Maybe, this is fate.
This world is too small, and the resources in this world are too poor. In fact, it is impossible for humans and orcs to coexist. The orcs can either continue to stay in the dark area and slowly wait to die, or they can fight with humans to compete for survival resources.
.Other than that, there is no other way. It’s just that neither of us wants to starve to death, and we don’t want our families to starve to death, so people took up arms and started killing. From ancient times to the present, the nature of war has never changed.
Pass.
There are no gods in this world, but there is purgatory everywhere, with demons in human skin running rampant. They are everywhere, whether in the enemy camp or among friendly forces. They have many forms, poverty and famine are just one of them, and there are even more ferocious ones.
The terrifying face is rarely revealed.
Due to blood loss, the middle-aged black iron knight felt colder and colder. His eyelids dropped uncontrollably and he could no longer open his eyes. He stubbornly kept his field of vision straight, thinking that he could barely see.
The knight with the old photo in front of him made a wish in a low voice:
"If... one day... we humans and orcs no longer need to fight for survival. I really hope... your children and my children...
.Be friends."
"I also hope...to have such a day." The tiger soldier couldn't open his eyes anymore. He could clearly feel that his life was draining away from the wound on his chest.
"Even if you kill me, I will kill you... I just want them to know that this is a last resort. I hope they will not hate each other. I hope... they understand
, everything we do is out of our own control."
"I just hope that this world can get better...become richer and become enough for us to coexist." The tiger soldier smiled desperately and said: "You still have to have dreams, what if it comes true?"
"I hope so too." The Black Iron Knight also smiled desperately. His eyes could no longer see, but he could see the future: "If there is such a day, that would be...how wonderful."
They both started to laugh silly and softly. They were like friends who had known each other for many years and were chatting together, shoulder to shoulder and laughing.
The smile gradually changed from despair to hope, a vague hope. People are dying, and no stakes or grudges are important anymore.
"Friend... I'll go... one step first..." After saying that, the knight fell into silence. It was this human who died first.
"Hey, human...?...is he dead?" The tiger soldier called in a low voice. When there was no answer, he basically already had the answer in his heart.
"Goodbye, friend." He sighed, "Before I die, it's a pleasure to meet you... Just a moment... I'll be with you soon...
....Walk.............................."
There was no blood that could continue to flow out of the wound in his heart, and the tiger soldier who had drained all the blood in his body was dying. He calmly exhaled his last breath, not thinking about more complicated things, and forgetting to worry. He soon
He passed away. No matter what kind of regrets he carries, no matter how fearful he is about death, people will die when they deserve to die.
The world has never been fair, except for death, which comes to everyone equally regardless of gender, age or age, whether rich or poor, noble or humble.
Death is equal to the dead, but not to those left behind.
One month after the incident.
"No! Why?!" The bunny boy almost collapsed and screamed and asked the soldiers in front of him: "Give me my dad back!! You took him away, took away his honor, and now you have to take away even his ashes."
,Leave nothing to us?!＂
"I'm sorry," the soldier of the Orc Alliance took the old urn from the hands of the bunny boy who was unable to struggle: "But this is the conclusion that the army has carefully discussed for a long time. Your father's body is
When he was discovered, he was lying next to the enemy. Except for a fatal wound on his body, there was no sign of a struggle.
We have every reason to believe that your father surrendered to the enemy and may have provided information about the army. Therefore, he was not a martyr who died heroically in battle, and he does not deserve the treatment that a martyr deserves."
"What a ridiculous reason! It's not even evidence! There must be something wrong in this! It must be!!" The bunny boy rushed towards him like crazy, using his last struggle, trying to hug him tightly
My father's urn was not willing to be taken away by the soldier.
He screamed at the top of his lungs and cried helplessly: "He has done everything for you! He sacrificed his life for the coalition forces! Not only are you not grateful, you also want to accuse him of an inexplicable crime and smear him."
Him?! This isn't fair, this------isn't------fair------aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaby
Ahhhhhh!!＂
"I'm sorry, kid. This world has never been fair." The soldier replied coldly, trying to push the bunny boy away.
During the scramble, the tiger soldier's urn slipped from their hands and shattered to the ground with a clang.
The ashes that were randomly burned by low-quality wood still emit a faint burnt smell. They are also scattered on the ground along with the fragmentation of the urn made of fragile and low-quality porcelain, and are mixed with the soil on the ground.
He is not a hero. Therefore, he does not deserve to be treated as a hero and cannot be buried in the cemetery of martyrs.
He is not a hero, so his family will not receive any compensation, the money for his wife's life-saving medicine has not been paid, and his children cannot be promoted because they are not descendants of a hero.
"That's okay." As if to add insult to injury, the soldier stepped on the ashes scattered on the ground a few times to further mix them with the soil on the ground.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, all glory to nothingness.
"Don't try to build a tombstone for him, understand? Once we find out, we will destroy the tombstone." The soldier said coldly, turned around and left.
"Ha, haha...hahahaha..." The bunny boy smiled funnyly. It was a helpless and desperate smile. He was still persistently picking up the ashes and soil on the ground.
At the same time, maybe there were some fragments of the urn mixed in. Maybe those fragments pricked his hand and caused his blood to be mixed in it.
He can try to build an unknown grave in an unknown place. As long as his father's name is not engraved on it, the soldiers will do nothing with it. But except for him and his mother, no one in this world will commemorate this unknown person.
The owner of the deserted tomb is destined to be unknown. When he and his mother are no longer in this world, who will remember this nameless tomb, and who will remember his father's sacrifice and dedication.
And...the injustice suffered? This is not the treatment a man who risked everything for his homeland, his tribe, and the army, even his life, should have. The injustice he suffered can never be redressed. This is
The coffin has been sealed.
As for those soldiers, they didn't care at all. All they saw in their eyes was how to win, and they looked down upon everything left behind them. The upper echelons of the orc coalition were a group of despicable, greedy, selfish guys. The reason
There can be ten million, any one of which can allow these guys to evade responsibility and refuse to save the families of soldiers who died heroically in the line of duty. The Orc Alliance is a group of soldiers who make the most of their soldiers and never throw them away after they are used.
Give me no respect at all, you scum. Why would your father be so stupid as to expect such a guy, thinking they would treat his family well?
This bullshit world. This bullshit reality. This bullshit Underdark. This bullshit Orc Alliance.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!------" Covering his chest in pain, the gray bunny young man jumped up from the bed.
Is it a dream?
He gasped and tried his best to calm down. Clean water and salt were all very precious. However, his tears couldn't stop and kept pouring out.
It's been a long time since he had such a painful dream. Recently, he has been busy living, and he doesn't even have the energy to have nightmares. Now he just takes a breath from the huge pressure of survival, and the nightmares of the past
But it grabbed him again?
It hurts so much. When will this pain subside?
So tired. When will this fatigue end?
He climbed up from the old, musty mattress and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He looked up at the dilapidated and cracked walls, and at the empty room except for a broken bed and a broken wardrobe.
Sighed.
Even if he managed to leave the Underdark and brought his mother to Great Britain, the situation did not change at all.
Bullshit Britannia, bullshit Knights of Great Britain. Bullshit humanity.
And the worst thing is that now he is a member of the Knights of Great Britain. Even though he hates humans and deeply hates the humans who ruined everything for him, in order to survive, he still has to deal with these humans with a smile on his face.
Even if he is scolded, discriminated against, oppressed, humiliated, subjected to all the unfair treatment in the world, and is so angry that he wants to kill someone, he has to accept it all with a smile on his face.