Light Spirit Epic

2967-Mirror

When Bediville discovered Othello, he was also in a certain dilemma.

As he expected, Othello fell from such a high place and was already seriously injured. His legs and arms were vaguely fleshed and twisted in an abnormal direction. His leg bones and arm bones had been pierced through the skin and exposed, looking very fierce.

However, for unknown reasons, the roots of Othello's body played a role in suppressing the deterioration of the wound. It didn't heal Othello's wounds, but it made those terrible wounds no longer bleed, and really no drop of blood came out. The seriously wounded Othello seems to be in a state of "time stops flowing", it maintains this state and falls into a lethargic state, neither dead nor alive.

The roots seemed rather fragile, and Bediville felt that he could simply cut the roots and save Othello. But he also knows that once this is done, Othello falling from the winding of the tree roots will inevitably return to normal, and then the whole body will bleed to the brink of death.

It was those gray roots that were barely supporting Othello's life, but it was also those roots that trapped him and prevented him from escaping. This is quite contradictory.

Before finding a way to cure Othello's injury, Bediville felt it was better not to disturb the tiger man. But the question is, how to cure it? Where is the medical condition in a ghost place with nothing?

Sure enough, first wrap the wound on Othello's body with Mithril fluid to prevent bleeding and splint to prevent more damage caused by fractures, so save Othello after treatment? Can only do this.

Bediville then carefully walked over and brought the Mithril fluid close to the Tiger Man without stimulating those roots. The first thing to deal with is the pair of broken legs. But Bedieville had already used Mithril skillfully, and the fluid moved as if he were moving his hands and feet. The fluid quickly grabbed Othello's right leg and slowly corrected it to the correct direction without letting the broken bone pierce more skin. After this treatment, Bediville hardened the Mithril fluid wrapped around Othello's leg and turned it into a rigid splint-just like he did with his broken leg.

"Uh-huh" Othello in a lethargy may feel a faint pain and hum.

"Be patient again, and it will be fine soon." Bediville said, although he knew he was only talking to the air.

"Dad" doesn't know what kind of dream Othello is having, but his dream is probably full of sadness.

Bediville silently dealt with a fracture on Othello's other leg. Originally, he was not interested in Othello's privacy, but Othello suddenly said a word, which attracted Betville's attention:

"Don't go!" The tiger man murmured, "That's a slaughter!"

massacre. Bediville was sure that he heard the word, and it was correct.

massacre? Who killed? What does he know? Why should he stop his father?

Why is he so sad?

The curious Bedieville suddenly had the urge to figure out everything. It's just a moment of thought, but it makes all this unstoppable.

Because the [Sun Wheel of the Sun God] hidden on his arm is also the key to [Yingqi Baozhu], because he sensed the user's strong idea, he started himself.

It diffused several rays of light and unfolded plane images one after another around Othello, showing the stories of old people.

"Do you really want to go?" The young tiger asked, carrying another smaller child beside him, his younger brother. His younger brother was young and not very sensible, with the child's innocent and ignorant color in his eyes, and he didn't even know what was happening in front of him.

"Sorry. The order is the order." The young man answered was a strong man, dressed in the uniform of the orc coalition, and with a certain loneliness in his back just opening the door: "I must go."

"This is a massacre. This is definitely not a just act." The tiger-boy has an angry face: "Just because you are a soldier, do you have to execute orders blindly?"

"Yes. The order is the order." His father replied again.

"Then you go." The Tiger man sighed: "After you go out, I will go to the werewolf to ventilate for the first time. I will not let your plan succeed. Is it that you successfully slaughtered them, or they Successful resistance and escape depends on God's will. "

"Tianyi" his father said meaningfully: "Do you reveal important military information casually, thinking that you can escape the sanctions of the coalition?"

"This matter doesn't need you to worry, father." The tiger boy said: "Go. Good luck, and hope you don't die in that slaughter. The hunter will be hunted, please don't forget this reincarnation."

The father looked at his son, who was in a period of rebellion and had a sense of justice that was stupid. Instead of showing an angry look, he was full of sadness. He pushed out the door and never looked back.

"Brother, Dad is really going to do very bad things?" Asked the younger tiger.

"There is no absolute good or bad in this world." His brother showed a bitter look: "Othello, wait at home, okay? Take care of the house and protect your mother. Brother has something to go out."

"Uh." The child nodded.

One screen disappears while another screen is reflected.

Fire, killing, wailing sounds shook the sky.

A mighty silver werewolf was lying in the pool of blood. He was stabbed with many knives on his back, and a long sword was to be pierced on his belly. The blade had already penetrated his stomach and pierced from the back.

Bediville recognized the werewolf. Because that man is the head of the werewolf, the father of Bediville.

auzw.com "Ah, do you have no children?" the moribund silver werewolf asked in a low voice.

"There are two. They are all underage children." The tiger man said, holding a **** sword in his hand. Before that, he had used this sword to kill countless orcs in the conference. 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. Ruthless killing of our people. This is not an honorable warrior. Your child will do it for you. Was ashamed of what he did for a lifetime. "

"I think so too. They will definitely do it." Tiger man replied, but there was a kind of indifference in his tone: "But the task is the task. I'm sorry."

"The mission is the mission," the Werewolf patriarch chuckled sarcastically: "A good qualified soldier."

"What's the last word?" The tiger man raised his long sword in his hand, preparing to cut off the head of the silver werewolf.

"Is the mission the mission?" The Silver Werewolf is still repeating what he just said: "So Mr. Executioner, listen to me."

"You said."

"After this incident, they will definitely find a substitute for the dead ghost and carry all the crimes for them." The werewolf continued: "And you are the substitute ghost. You and your child will be in danger. You may not be able to escape, But please do something and leave a way for your children. "

"I have thought about this. But I chose to believe them because I am a soldier."

"Oh, they also told you that this slaughter was carried out for the sake of the dark areas, right?" White Wolf pointed out with a sharp eye.

So the soldiers fell into silence.

"For the sake of righteousness, for all beings, for your children to live a better life. Those people can pull out a lot of selfish reasons to package this slaughter in a magnificent way, and make you believe it willingly." White Wolf Eats He chuckled and laughed with sorrow and ridicule: "But Mr. Executioner, ask your own heart. Is it really worthy to believe someone who can pull out that kind of selfish reason?"

Therefore, the tiger man is speechless.

"Yes. Let's do it. I'm a little tired." The werewolf patriarch closed his eyes and said, "I hope you and your children will not suffer the same fate as my clan."

The soldiers did not hesitate, the soldiers were always soldiers, and the orders were always orders. He raised and lowered his hand and cut off the head of the silver werewolf.

"Rest in peace, the head of the werewolf tribe." The soldier whispered. His figure disappeared into the fire in the village.

The picture flashed over, and the soldier appeared before the battalion commander. The other tiger-boy has a special black color with the iconic white tiger pattern. He discusses it with the Han in the same camp.

"Are you really going to do it?" The teenager asked solemnly. "If you do this, you can't look back. 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! According to my seniority and rank, how is it possible!"

"Everything is arranged for you, you can rest assured." Dahan interrupted the teenager: "All I have to do is to help you remove the obstacles of your superiors."

"You will die." The young black tiger whispered.

"I know I can't escape, it's just a matter of time." Tiger man replied: "I am an allowable loss, so this allowable loss should be used where it is worth."

The Black Tiger man fell into silence.

This is a coup. It was initiated by a desperate soldier, a father of two children, alone.

"Help me take care of Castro and Othello, will you?" Said the man, then he turned and walked out of the camp.

Many people died that night, all of them high-ranking in the army. Some people say that the man is crazy, and some people say that the man betrayed the orc coalition. But no one knows the real purpose of the man. The commander, who was once regarded as a big hero, just killed and sacrificed to protect his family.

The man who stopped the man and cut off the man's head was the black tiger boy, the man's aide.

Then, everything that night was sealed up by history, and only a few people knew the truth. His willfulness, his stubbornness, his thoughts, and his struggles all turned into dust in history because of his execution.

"Brother, I'm afraid," the child whispered, snuggling in his brother's arms.

"It's okay, don't worry." The Tiger said, gently stroking his brother's head. He only vaguely heard of the good things his father had done, and I am afraid that their family will also be punished. But now the military's command system is completely paralyzed, and the soldiers have only come to surround his home, but have not done anything to this family.

Whether or not they can escape this disaster depends on how the high-ranking reorganized army decides.

"You are such an idiot, father." The tiger boy looked at the soldiers who surrounded the house outside the window and said to himself.

"Me, God, God!" When all the scenes disappeared, Bediville recovered and exclaimed in a prolonged tone.

He stared straight at Othello, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "It's your father, kill my father!"