Elven History Song

Low but obviously provocative words sounded from the old man's ears. His whole body trembled violently due to shock and fear, and then his body subconsciously rolled forward. The pain in his shoulder woke up the old man who was still in shock. He immediately changed his supporting hand from his dominant right hand to With the left hand, use the coordinated movement of the body and hand to land smoothly. Blood overflowed from the wound again. The subconscious action of the body just now caused the dagger to cause secondary damage to the wound. Although it was not serious, the wound was no longer consistent with the size of the dagger, and the blood had gradually seeped out. The old man took off the dagger stuck on his shoulder and held it in his hand. He walked slowly to the dead tree nearby and cut off a piece of bark. He tied the torn off clothes to the wound to stop the bleeding.

The man looked at the old man's every move with disdain. He did not take the old man seriously at all, and allowed him to do various things under his eyes without interfering. He felt that he had a chance to win, and there was no need to do those unnecessary things. things.

"It's time to finish you off."

The man took out a throwing knife behind him and threw the knife at the old man with a little force.

There was a clear sound of metal collision, and the old man blocked the flying dagger with the dagger the man inserted into his shoulder. The old man's face was twisted in pain, but his eyes still showed an unyielding look. He stared at the man fiercely, as if he wanted to pierce his heart with these eyes.

Seeing that his prey was still so strong and struggling to survive, the man's face showed a smile that was mixed with joy and anger.

"Although the prey's death struggle is enjoyable, being too strong will also displease the hunter."

The strong wind howled, and in an instant five daggers came out of the man's hand and struck directly at the old man who had not yet had time to react. The old man's eyes captured the five black shadows that were approaching rapidly, but his injured body and the ravages of time no longer allowed him to react like he did when he was young. The old man just watched the five daggers flying straight towards him but was helpless. In the end, a helpless smile appeared on the old man's face.

Time is not forgiving, but it is still true.

The old man closed his eyes and silently waited for his end. He thought of the days when he had fought with his partners. They were originally at the bottom of the dark world, but they still relied on their own strength to reach their current status step by step. They proved their strength and fulfilled their original vows.

"We will never succumb to others again! We must stand up and let those bastards know that we cannot be underestimated!"

The scene from his youth resurfaced. A group of teenagers gathered in front of a dilapidated thatched hut and made a loud noise, making an oath that seemed like child's play to the people around them. But now, the dramatic vow there has come true, and the old man no longer has any regrets.

A series of subtle collision sounds came, shocking the man standing far away. The old man slowly opened his eyes. Ling Aohan stood in front of him, and the five daggers he held in his right hand were thrown to the ground.

"If you plan to give up your life, I won't stop you, but I want to ask you a question, have you really become the kind of person you want to be?"

Ling Aohan's words pierced the old man's heart like a sharp knife, gouging out the deepest sentence that had been forgotten in the vast sea of ​​memory.

"I just want to take care of my family."

Those are the greatest, yet most poignant words from a man who just wants to take care of his family no matter where he is. Only when you have lost it do you realize how important it is. He once had a family, but it fell apart under the ruthless destruction of various contradictions and restrictions, and all of this was blamed on him. Because of his negligence, his wife was killed by the enemy's knife. When he arrived, his daughter was blindfolded and beheaded by the enemy. It was all just because his organization failed when it attacked another organization. That organization led its subordinates to surround and suppress them without sparing any one of them. The former comrades-in-arms, their wives and children, and their own homes all no longer exist.

The memories of the past flooded into my mind like a tide, the red hair, the black night clothes... the boy he once was, the boy who watched his daughter and wife die with a contemptuous smile on his face...

"Ahhhhh!!"

The intersection of anger and sadness creates an indescribable emotional power. The old man forced his right arm to take out the short knife from his waist, but Ling Aohan's sword blade was placed in front of him.

"Are you carried away by anger? You can't defeat him. Aren't the injuries on your body the best proof?"

"Even so, I have to go, don't stop me!"

"madness!"

The huge murderous aura forced the old man who was stunned by anger to regain consciousness. The man also felt the huge murderous aura and couldn't help but shudder.

"Even if you go, you will only die. Do you want to go and see those people waiting for you in hell in advance?"

Ling Aohan's words woke up the old man. The old man put the dagger back on his waist and looked at Ling Aohan. Only now did he remember to ask the identity of the young man in front of him.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Ling Aohan did not answer, but instead threw a question to the old man.

"Do you want to escape from here and wait for death, or do you want to escape and recover before coming back?"

"Come back. I admit my failure, but I will never give up."

"But what if I tell you that you can't defeat him even if you try to death?"

"I……"

The old man was speechless for a moment. He knew very well that he was already in his final years. Even if he could recover from his injuries, he still wouldn't be able to defeat that man, not to mention the burden that age brought to him? But he had never thought about this issue carefully. He even buried it deep in his heart and did not want to think about it again. He chose to escape.

"Sure enough, you will still choose to escape."

Ling Aohan turned around and wanted to leave, but the old man took out two short knives from behind and rushed towards the man. His eyes had never looked so firm. He was ready to die, even if he died by his knife. Take away a piece of his flesh as a burial!

"well done."

The fire of life burned on the old man's wound, and the horrific wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the lost blood was replenished. The man still had a contemptuous smile on his face, just like the smile he had when he watched his wife and children die, no different from a devil. The dagger in the old man's right hand slashed hard, but the man nimbly avoided it. The old man waved the dagger in his hand angrily, chaotically and without any plan, and all the men nimbly avoided it, like evil devils dancing on the tip of the knife.

Ling Aohan, who was watching from a distance, had a smile on his face. The angel's judgment disappeared in the soul fire, and he walked slowly towards the battlefield between the two.

The old man acted like an angry bull, focusing on brute force, and the man manipulated the old man like a bullfighter. A faint murderous intent came from behind the man. Ling Aohan, who had a smile hidden in his face, had arrived behind the man at some point, pressed against his back, and snapped his fingers from his ear.

The man's attention was diverted by Ling Aohan at this moment. The old man suddenly regained his composure from the beastly posture, holding the short knife with both hands and cutting off the man's two arms.

Blood and wailing came together. The man fell to the ground and rolled around. The dust on the ground was covered with his wounds, and the blood that flowed out was dyed an unsightly gray-red color. The old man glanced at Ling Aohan and showed a puzzled expression. Before the old man could speak, Ling Aohan spoke first

"I've seen through your intentions, but it's too slow to catch his flaw, so I'd better help. After all, I also prefer the current situation."

Ling Aohan leaned down, took out a dagger from behind and waved it in front of the man's eyes.

"Do you still recognize it?"