unreliable adventure

Chapter 25 The Tree of Sorrow

I stood up straight against the pressure of the light, and Roland sat back on his throne.I admit that he has a pair of beautiful blue eyes, which I will miss.I drew out the maple dagger: "I agree with you, you are my fault, and so am I. If it ends here, it will be a good ending."

"Maple is a tree of sorrow. Its red leaves are better than fire, and its bones are as white as ashes. It is arbitrary to all delusions. Unfortunately, it is useless to me." Roland's phantom submerged in the wooden sword, and then retreated, looking at it with a half-smile I.

Of course, maple wood is only useful to the undead. I finally made up my mind and turned my sword to stab my heart that should have died long ago.

Roland grabbed my hand: "Ha, everyone says I'm crazy, you're crazier than me, you're still useful, you can't just die."

I shouted to Glinda, if you don't do it now, when will it be!

"Oh, that dirty girl hiding in the shadows, I've already dealt with her from the beginning." Roland concealed a smug smile.

I can't move my hands.Roland invaded my mind, drink, this undead is really stupid, he wants to kill himself, does he think that he can atone for his sins?

In desperation, I called to Wayne for help: "The Tin Woodman, kill me now! Roland's delusions come from me, as long as I drive the wooden sword into my heart, I can get rid of Roland as well."

Roland wanted to escape, but I jumped forward and punched down, nailing the throne of light in place.

I couldn't move, and Roland couldn't get away. During the stalemate, I heard heavy footsteps behind me.Wayne, I know he can!

Roland created a phantom, pretending to easily walk through me towards Wayne.His light source has been controlled by me, it's just a phantom, it shouldn't be enough to cast mind control spells.

"It's a fake, but it looks somewhat similar," Roland said.

"You are the fake! Xiao Hei is the real hero, and you, you are not even Roland, you are just a pathetic light spirit distorted by Roland's resentment."

The Temple of Mercury trembled for a moment, and Wayne's taunting technique really made rapid progress.The light pressure on me eased, too, and I heard Wayne pick up his pace.

I tried to push the wooden sword into my heart again, but it didn't work, I was still short of strength.

Roland pretended to be relaxed and said: "You poor imitator, you can blame me. It doesn't matter, I'm not interested in revealing your little secret..."

Roland tried to repeat the same trick to disturb Wayne's mind, I concentrated my strength and shouted: "Don't listen to him, you are not an imitator, listen to me, Wayne, you are much better than Roland, you are brave! Kindness! Honesty! You have all the good qualities that he doesn't have. Moreover, you can't be his illegitimate child, and the age is not right--" I have already imagined the worst situation, and I admit that Wayne looks a little bit Like Roland when he was young, this is the reason why I had a good impression of him at first, and also the reason why I was wary.It's not fair to Wayne. As I said, he has all the good qualities that Roland doesn't have.

"Kindness? Honesty? Haha." Roland laughed loudly: "Xiao Hei, you are really—well said, I don't have such an illegitimate child."

Wayne didn't speak, but I could hear his footsteps, which was reassuring.

"The Tin Woodman, it seems that you really like Xiao Hei. It's a rare occasion to show affection. Well, not only will I keep a secret for you, but I will tell you another secret."

Wayne took another step forward.

"Really, wouldn't you be interested in knowing a little black's big secret? You'd know what a big—hero he was."

My heart was shaken, and the vortex of mercury surged up without warning, instantly involving the entire altar in memory.

It was the end of summer in the North, as if bagpipes were playing.The cool breeze came slowly, and the mist wet the undulating fields.Grasses that had accumulated the sap of a whole summer crouched limply.

That was Blackwood's memory.Blackwood, the Ten Commander of the City Defense Legion, was leading a white horse, which was carrying the seriously injured Roland.His long, wet hair stuck to Roland's face, and his white robe embroidered with gold silk had lost its color. Even the horse was not Roland's war horse, which had long been lost.Only a battered banner of the Knights of the Light slanted across the back of the saddle.

"Xiao Hei, if you hadn't been so arrogant back then, if you'd accepted my kindness," Roland said, not fully conscious, "you took my sword, you should have stayed by my side, you It was supposed to keep me safe."

"Shut up," Blackwood muffled, "the dead will hear."

Back then, Blackwood's refusal to be the servant of the great hero Roland was indeed due to his arrogance.The stout and brave Ten Commander wants to grab his own glory in the war, and would rather stay in the stinky city defense army.But then, things became different.

The war against the heretics was protracted, and until the military operation to hunt down witches, it could no longer even be called a war.The young captain saw many things that were never described in knight novels, and he also saw what the knights did.He once had romantic fantasies about war, just like he was deeply infatuated with the blond nobleman Roland.Things have changed.

The hard-hearted captain no longer took advantage of the night to sneak into the knights' camp. He was still a little nervous at first, and lost his mind when he was wiping the long sword in the evening.Fortunately, Roland is like an iris in the wind. There are always bees and butterflies around him. This is a natural fork in the road.

Until that day, the desperate witch sang the song of despair.The pious paladin looked at his palm helplessly, but the holy light did not respond. The plague corroded the earth, and the well-dressed people sprouted fangs and claws one after another.There was internal strife among the knights, blaming each other, drawing swords at each other, the leader Roland didn't know if he was dead or not.Blackwood, the captain of the Tenth, who missed his old love, threw away his helmet, and rushed into the Knights' camp with an old sword.

When Roland was found, Roland was seriously injured, his pale face became paler, and black liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth and the wound.

Blackwood, who was leading the white horse, looked back at Roland on the horseback, and said, "Shut up, I will take you out."

Blackwood drew his sword abruptly and looked around vigilantly. A rabbit jumped out from under the wet grass and disappeared in an instant.

Roland chuckled and said, "Ah, a scary rabbit."

Indeed, I don't know how far I have traveled in the thick fog. There are no longer undead with red eyes and deformed infected people, and there are no more broken soldiers who kill each other and trample on each other.Even the wet grass, limp and low, is full of life.Maybe it's safe already, is it safe?

The tired captain raised his eyes and saw a small camp, like a driftwood in the eyes of a drifting and drowning man.Surrounded by abandoned wooden boxes and wagons, the small camp was hastily built on a mound.

A knight in standard armor walked out with a sword in hand, grabbed the flag on the saddle without any explanation, threw it on the ground and stomped on it twice, saying, "Idiot, you will attract the dead."

The paladins in the camp were less welcoming, but food and hot water were provided, as well as a corner to rest.At this time, Blackwood had forgotten how long he hadn't slept with his eyes closed. He leaned against a pile of soft hay. The horse had been killed, and the hay had no other use. The hay was indeed very soft—until the bang With a sound, the iron cup in his hand fell to the ground, waking up the confused Blackwood.He saw an elderly medical officer checking Roland's injuries with a small stick.Hearing the voice, the medical officer shook his head at him and said, "It's already infected and cannot be cured."

Blackwood staggered to his feet, standing between Roland and the paladin.Blackwood had seen terrified paladins suspicious of each other, driving daggers into the backs of their fellows.However, the medical officer in front of him just smiled self-destructively before turning around and walking away. After walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "It is recommended to tie him up out of caution."

Blackwood thought for a while, and fed Roland a sip of hot water. Roland pressed his bloodless lips tightly.Finally, Blackwood made up his mind and found a leather rope to bind Roland's hands.