Heartbreaker

Miraculously, the situation of the Winter Ting Legion being infected by germs has been alleviated.

Fallows opened his eyes a thin slit, and the gloomy daylight suddenly pierced into his vision like a cold arrow.He jumped out of bed, realizing that he was lying in a tent in the army, not on a windy hill.

He hurriedly put on his armor, and just as he was about to leave the tent, three or four non-commissioned officers walked in from the outside, and everyone had pleasant smiles on their faces.

"Knight Commander, you are awake!" a non-commissioned officer said happily. "Nearly 100 people recovered from their illness last night, including our military doctor, several senior generals, and some soldiers who were already dying!"

"The epidemic is under control!"

Fallows looked at these people in a daze, rubbed his unkempt hair, and murmured, "The epidemic is under control, only for one night?... What's going on?"

"We don't know." Others said, "Last night we thought we were hopeless this time, but the good news came this morning. Those recovered patients are even stronger than those who were not infected. If It's not man-made, it must be God bless us in heaven..."

god?Fallows rubbed his tired eyes, thinking helplessly, it couldn't be a god.He was not a devout believer, and God had no reason to listen to his plea.If it is really a blessing from the gods, it will definitely ask for a price from humans.

Even so, Fallows went from camp to camp to take care of the soldiers.The tent was full of laughter and the strong aroma of food instead of the despair and depression before.

The plague really left.Looking at the peaceful atmosphere in the tent, Fallows lowered his head silently, deeply moved.Hope and courage returned to the hearts of the Winter Ting Army. Even having survived such natural disasters, they must be soldiers blessed by God.Everyone thinks so, and the bright future is like a lamp that illuminates everyone's tired and depressed hearts.

Fallows propped his forehead, a trace of bitterness and relief overflowed from his eyes.

Is it really God?

****

Fallows still didn't believe it.

Only the hopelessly numb would choose to believe in God.When they can't resist and have no way out, they can only believe that his suffering can one day be exchanged for eternal happiness.Fallows did not believe this.Happiness after death?If you can't get the happiness that is within your reach during life, who can guarantee the emptiness of happiness after death?Since God loves his creatures so much, why did he let them suffer humiliation during their lifetime?Is it because you were born sinful?At least Fallows didn't think his father was born guilty.

His father, Marshal Backhouse, hadn't been a believer in God either.Compared with illusory prayers, warriors believe in the sword in their hands and the power accumulated in themselves over time.But after the collapse of the Wanjiang Empire, the Winter Ting Legion and the people of the old country were exiled to the cold and bitter Vulture City in the north. The sick and aging marshal began to believe in the existence of God.Whenever his father prayed sincerely to the statue, as humble and weak as grabbing a life-saving straw, the young Fallows would always feel surprised and sad.

The old marshal has been begging God for enlightenment. When will the Wanjiang Empire make a comeback? Is it true that the Sol royal family has no last trace of blood left?

Although he does not believe in God, Fallows is still grateful to God.Because he felt that if it wasn't for that "god", his father, who had been severely injured physically and mentally, might not be able to hold on long ago.

As a result, a few years later, the legendary descendants of the Saul royal family really appeared.When Lymon Bone Spur yelled "fuck|you|damn" for the first time, Fallows thought, if this is the so-called "God's will", then God really played a big joke on his father.

But the situation of the Winter Ting Army is indeed improving at a speed visible to the naked eye, so good that Fallows can't believe his eyes.More than half of their soldiers used to collapse on the bed and groan like gossamer, but now they can do warm-up exercises in the Luosai Wetland, as if each of them has become invulnerable to all poisons, miasma and toxins can no longer do anything them.

After ruling out the reason of "God bless" for the first time, the young knight decided to find the reason by himself.

****

into the night.

Fallows hid behind a tent and watched the candles of all the tents go out one after another, and the whole camp fell into a peaceful silence.He waited patiently for a while, observing the tent that still had patients.

A shadow slipped through in the blink of an eye, so fast that Fallows thought it was a wind slipping from the treetops.A bad guess formed in his heart, and he wanted to open the curtain immediately, but when his fingers touched the rough soft leather, he hesitated.

Why was the epidemic of the Winter Ting Army brought under control?

Why didn't the king reply to them for a long time?

Also, why the Twilight Empire sent troops north for the first time to occupy the village.The Winter Ting Legion was behind in weapons and outnumbered, but still won the victory...

All kinds of conjectures made the Silver Scale Knight cold and cold. He grabbed the thick curtain, lifted it up, and strode in directly——

A dark figure stood in the tent like a ghost, holding a pottery pot in his left hand and a reed pipe in his right hand, with his back to him, bending over the bedside of every soldier suffering from illness.The undead, whose body was as dark as a cold abyss, dripped the liquid in the clay pot into the soldier's mouth with a reed tube, and gently recited a short incantation, and the soldier's haggard face returned to the healthy color of a normal person, and his breathing became smoother. Calm and quiet.

"Undead..."

Fallows uttered the word slowly, feeling his voice tremble.It was as if the oilcloth wrapping the painting was torn apart, and the truth was already in front of him, but the fact made him unbearable.An undead saved my soldiers.He thought confusedly, I have assisted in the torture and humiliation of undead...

"..."

The undead turned around silently.He is wearing a hood, standing still like a tower, his thin jaw is like a snow block embedded in the abyss in the darkness, pale and bright.After seeing Fallows, Luo shook his head slightly, made a silent gesture, and continued to treat the wounded patient on the next hospital bed.

Fallows stared closely at every move of the undead, the cool night air lingering between his teeth.After the undead healed the last soldier, the young knight felt like he was sweating profusely. He didn't know whether he was wary of this elusive undead, or he was just suffering from an inexplicable guilt in his chest.

"Let's go out."

The undead said to him, the voice was not cold and arrogant, but a kind of calm and gentle.

Fallows followed the undead out of the tent, walked over the soft soil in the wetland, and walked to the hillside not far from the camp, where he knelt down and worshiped that night.The young knight noticed that the bottom of the undead's cloak was clean, but his boots were stained with mud.

With a whoosh, the undead's wide cloak fluttered in the night wind, undulating like sea waves.Standing under the silver-white moonlight, he took the initiative to say, "I don't want to hurt your soldiers, Knight Commander."

Fallows wanted to open his mouth eagerly, but his voice was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.He touched his scabbard in anxiety, and with a clang, the figure of the undead froze, and Fallows secretly annoyed, saying, "I...I know..."

He simply untied the sword, threw it aside, strode up to the undead, and stood side by side.The shadows on the grass engulfed the shadow of the knight dragged by the moonlight on the ground, and there was nothing behind the undead.

After a moment of calmness, the knight said bluntly, "Is all this an order from the king?"

The voice of the undead was even more nervous than him, "Have you received any news from Lemon—His Majesty the King?"

"No."

"Oh." The undead hung his head, his voice was full of worry, "I haven't heard from him for a long time, I don't know what's going on with him..."

Isn't it an order from His Majesty the King to heal the Winter Ting Army?Fallows was a little confused. Looking at the uneasy look of the undead around him, he blurted out, "I think His Majesty should be fine, maybe it's just too busy."

"Well, I think so too."

They actually chatted with each other sentence by sentence.Feeling incredible, Fallows shook his head vigorously, trying to change the subject, "That...was in the tent just now..."

The undead said, "The blood of the undead has healing power. I diluted my blood and fed it to your wounded soldiers. I hope you don't mind, Commander Knight."

Fallows pursed his chapped lips into a line, "Since it was not the king's order...why did you do this?"

"Why?" Undead looked at the vast and distant sky, and said, "There is no need for a reason. I wanted to do this when I was infected on the first day of the Winter Ting Army. But because you hate undead, I have some concerns, no Healing. I found out later that you were helpless, and you..."

He said in a deep voice, "It seems very painful. I thought, no matter whether you will blame me in the future, I must do this anyway."

"That's why I want to know, why did you do this?" Fallows said incredulously, "There is no order from the king, no coercion from others, just from the heart? Don't forget that I am also one of the people who tortured you One, I once watched you being tortured to the point of collapse. I hate the power possessed by the undead, I hate you for taking away the king’s soul, and I hate you even more for your calm appearance now! Why would you treat the person who once framed you So indifferent? You should hate me, you should hate me like I hate you, this is what should be—"

"Yes, I should hate you, Nugent Black." The undead was still staring at the sky.Fallows followed the gaze of the other party, and was shocked to find that there was a vast sea of ​​trees under their feet.Farther away, there are mountains and valleys shrouded in milky white fog, and there is also a carpet of crystal white snowfields.The end of the sky seems to be the end of the earth, and the velvety clouds hide quietly behind the houses and trees that look like toy blocks.

The moonlight filled the gaps in the dry and cracked ground, making the fine scars look like milk-colored silk flowing.

A magnificent night.

"To tell you the truth." The undead sighed and bowed his head. "Even though I hate your torture to me, I can understand your motives for doing so... I just feel very sorry..."

Fallows felt cold sweat covering his forehead, and asked calmly, "What's the pity?"

"The dead Nugent will never see such a beautiful moonlight and night again." The undead whispered, his snow-white fingers clasped together, pressing against his chin.The wind blew off his loose hood, and the bitter brown hair fluttered in the moonlight, inexplicably adding a bit of mourning.

Fallows was rather at a loss for this explanation, "You said... what?"

"His soul is blind, and although the flame called loyalty is burning on his chest, it can only make his chest more suffocated... One second before he died, he still harbored a deep hatred for the soul." Quietly, "His eyes will continue to be blinded by hatred, and his soul will continue to be devastated by pain, so I feel very sorry."

"Perhaps I had a chance to get rid of his paranoia towards the undead and free him from hatred." The undead continued to pray, "but I didn't do it, I'm sorry..."

Fallows froze in place.After praying briefly, the undead turned and left, with a sound lighter than the sound of a snowflake shattering.

"The undead have eternal life, and what you have done to me is not worthy of my eternal hatred. Knight Commander, if these trivial things I do can temporarily free you and others from the deep-rooted resentment towards the undead, I I think it might be worth it…”

Plop.Sensing the sound behind him, Luo turned his head, and the flames in the depths of his eyes reflected the tears on the cheeks of the Silver Kirin Knight, as well as the knees that were kneeling on the ground.

"Do you know..." Fallows said with tears, "When I was in prison, trying to understand King Thor's thoughts, I felt very painful. Because he despised my dignity and insulted my principles and beliefs as a knight ...He hurt me mercilessly, and I have to understand someone who hurt me...I just feel the pain is unbearable. And you are understanding us, praying and mourning for us..."

Luo was taken aback, and walked quickly to the kneeling knight, persuading him, "Please get up quickly, a knight's knees shouldn't be for an undead..."

"Sorry, please forgive us!"

This firm sound made Luo pause in astonishment.Fallows stared into the depths of the undead's dark eyeholes without hesitation, as if he was facing his own fears, resentments, and the ugliest and darkest part of his soul.

He changed his posture, knelt down on one knee, his right fist clinging to the position of his chest and heart, expressing his apology and respect to the undead in front of him with the most supreme movement in the knight's code.The young knight lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly, expressing the feelings in his heart word by word, "Please forgive us for the crimes we committed! As a human being, I shouldn't be afraid of the bloodthirsty undead. You vent all your anger! I am grateful for your help to the Winter Ting Army in times of crisis, and even more grateful for your understanding and forgiveness for us. You made me feel ashamed and realize how unbearable I am. If I can’t face it squarely To you, in the face of my past sins and the dark and narrow part of my nature, I am not worthy of being a knight of justice!"

"Knight Commander..."

"Please forgive us." The knight raised his head again, this time there was no humble hesitation and stubborn self-esteem in his eyes.He looked at the undead earnestly and sincerely, and said, "I'm sorry, and... thank you, undead."

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