frightfiction Chapter 410 The Meaning of War
Chapter 410 The Meaning of War
Chapter 410 The Meaning of War
With the white rose knight falling to the ground, the scene became deathly silent, only the sound of Thorne's footsteps, as if the god of death was approaching, slowly moved forward.
"Is there anything else you want to say? Respected Lord White Rose Knight." Thorn walked up to Opte with a blank face and held a sharp sword. His words seemed polite, but his tone No respect at all.
The White Rose Knight flung himself on the grass, avoiding the ranger's playful gaze, tightly pursed his lips, and said nothing, but resisted the pain of the abdominal wound, and tried to struggle to get up with his elbows supporting his body.
"boom!"
Seeing the knight on the ground arching his body from the grass, Thorne stepped on his back covered by the milky white cloak relentlessly, making his armor creak, and the knight's distorted face instantly The most intimate contact with the verdant weeds.
His efforts turned into futile struggles.
The blood gurgling from his abdominal wound dyed his cloak and his gorgeously carved breastplate red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and also soaked the weedy ground.
In this world, what Thorne dislikes the most in his life is those who think they are superior after joining the forces of the original residents, and like to mock their compatriots with a superior view.
When he saw these white rose knights who almost grew their eyeballs to the top of their heads and taunted them that the people in the Emerald Field were a group of lice trying to dominate the sheepskin coat, his eyes on these people had become unkind.
It's just that he is not an impulsive and irritable person.
On the contrary, he can easily control his emotions and prevent himself from doing anything outrageous due to losing control of his emotions.
So, listening to the two sides chattering each other's trash, he completely regarded himself as an outsider, and he didn't do anything reckless other than listening silently.
But these people unknowingly set the fire on him, which made him very angry who was outside the matter. Even if the old troll steward was not around and didn't know about it, he had no reason to remain silent.
Whether they are intentional or unintentional, when those insulting words come out of his mouth, they must be responsible for their words and deeds.
Originally, after he gave the No.1 White Rose Knight a profound lesson, the anger in his heart has almost dissipated. Who would have thought that another arrogant White Rose Knight captain would appear, trying to use the crappy knight dogma he mastered? Come and fight with him to defend the honor of the knight.
It's not that he has never seen people who are rigid and stubborn about the culture of this world. The dragon-born paladin Peo is one, but the other party is a paladin. His starting point is to punish rape and eliminate evil.
But these players of the White Rose Knights are different. These people who have only learned chivalry for a year or two really think that they are knights who guard glory.
Looking at the superior posture of the other party, Thorne thought that only giving him a physical lesson would not impress him at all, so he couldn't help but use his eloquence to sarcastically sarcasm Fang.
Although he is not a person who likes to talk nonsense with others, and usually, he can do it without pushing too much, but he knows how to speak can quickly arouse the other party's anger and make him lose control of his emotions.
For example, Hruk hobgoblin, it is too simple for him to successfully arouse the anger of these hobgoblins, as long as the topic is brought to the gods they believe in.
The same is true of these stubborn and disgusting white rose knights.
Don't they take their chivalry very seriously?Then put more effort into their chivalry, and it will be easy for them to break through the defense.
"Schools can be killed, not humiliated!" The white rose knight who was trampled under his feet gave up resistance, uttered a threatening word towards Thorn, and then turned his stubborn head aside, like a dead fish Also no longer speak, no longer struggle.
"Then I will satisfy you." Thorne didn't care about the other party's threatening tone, and directly raised the sharp sword in his hand, and slashed at the neck of the knight Opt.
"clang!"
However, when Thorn's sharp sword was about to slash, a gray figure rushed up at an extremely fast speed, and the sharp scimitar successfully saved the White Rose Knight's life.
Thorn leaped back, dodging the persuasive slash of the gray figure's second scimitar, and successfully distanced himself from the white rose knight lying on the ground.
"Hello, Your Excellency the Half-Elf, please forgive my rudeness." The gray figure put two scimitars into their sheaths, stood between Thorn and the knight, bowed to him with his hands clasped together, and said:
"Forgive others and forgive others. This is just a verbal dispute. They have already paid the corresponding price for their impulsiveness. I hope you will be merciful and spare these people's lives."
Thorne glanced lightly at the figure in front of him, and found that this person was the elven monk he had met once.
The warrior monk was dressed similarly to the last time he met. He was still dressed in very ordinary coarse linen clothes. He walked barefoot with leggings tied on his legs. Under his brown crew cut was a weather-beaten and resolute face.
However, the only thing that surprised him was that the other party's ordinary attire made him feel a restrained and sharp temperament, like a sharp sword hidden in a plain scabbard.
Also, he found a crest-like crest on the monk's left shoulder, as well as a gray teardrop tattoo under his left eye.
Breaker!
A group of monks who believe in Irmat, one of the three gods of justice, the god of suffering. In addition to protecting believers and temples, members of the group are also responsible for punishing evil deeds that cruelly hurt others.
Ilmaat, the God of Suffering, is a kind-hearted, docile, quiet, and peaceful deity, a lawful good deity who volunteers to bear the suffering of an entire suffering world.
Although many people misunderstand the teachings of the Suffering God, and even mock His teachings, the Church of the Suffering God has the largest and most steadfast followers in the entire continent.
Because in this cruel and realistic world, His believers are mainly the disabled, the oppressed, the poor, slaves and serfs, the lowest class of people.
After careful observation of Thorne, he found that the player in front of him was also an ascetic player who believed in the God of Suffering.
Whether they are original residents or players who can successfully take up such a job, they will be dubbed by them: poor and fierce, werewolves.
Then, Thorne looked at the two knights who came quickly, and they immediately dragged Opt down while the elf monk stood in front of him.
He could take the knight's life in an instant if he wanted to.
But after a lot of fighting, his anger has already almost disappeared, and it would be meaningless to him if he pressed on step by step.
After all, he belongs to the third party, and the real point of conflict lies with Archbishop Alenara and Carlos, so it's okay to take this opportunity to withdraw.
"If this is the case, then I will not care about these noble White Rose Knights. At the same time, I also hope that the glory of their knights will not always shine on the desolate and barren land of the Emerald Field. Otherwise, I am afraid that the people in this poor place like us The reins are not enough."
Thorne looked at the White Rose Knights and gave a cold warning, then his expression eased, his swords were sheathed, and he put his palms together towards the elf monk, and said in return:
"I heard that there is a glorious city in the Silver Pine Plain: Deep Rock City, and there is also a White Rose Monastery dedicated to training monks. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely visit it in person."
If there is a place where these compatriots from other worlds live best, it is undoubtedly the Deep Rock City in the Silver Pine Plain.
It is said that in the turbulent years hundreds of years ago, this glorious city was built and guarded by the holy incarnation of the suffering god.
"Waiting for you at any time, may the God of Suffering protect you, Your Excellency the Half-Elf." The elf monk smiled warmly at Thorne, and sincerely blessed him.
"Thank you very much." Thorn replied and turned to leave.
The elven monk looked at the back of Thorne walking into the crowd, and did not stay where he was for too long, but also turned and left.
Seeing the two exit, Carlos and Sarayan breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, then looked at each other, and immediately walked up.
"The Archbishop of the Temple of War, please tell me the real purpose of your coming here." Sarayan looked at Aleena who stepped forward, then glanced at the group of people following behind, and spoke first:
"Don't tell you that the purpose of coming here is just to show off your power and show off your talents. If that's the case, then you can leave. Everyone in the Emerald Field does not welcome your arrival, and you will not be sent away."
"As I said, I came to join your alliance of lords with good intentions." Archbishop Aleena smiled slightly, and said in a slow tone:
"Since we are all from the same place, we naturally hope that we can all unite together. Judging from the current situation, as long as we can gather all the forces together, it is only a matter of time before we establish a civilized country dedicated to ourselves. Isn't that what you want to see?"
"And then? After the establishment, let the noble knights spread your glorious chivalry? Let the teachings of the God of War sweep to every corner of the Emerald Field like a storm? Let this newly established country become eternal due to war. No peace?"
Carlos took a step forward, staring at Alienara's cheeks with a confident smile, and retorted without any scruples.
"There will never be peace? Carlos, this is your understanding of the God of War, can I think so?" Alenala met Carlos' gaze, quietly waiting for his answer.
"The chaotic neutral camp has already explained everything." Carlos replied seriously, and continued: "You can form an alliance with us, and you can establish a territory here, but you must promise not to establish in the Emerald Field. The Church of the God of War, otherwise nothing will be discussed."
"But don't forget that war is the most effective way to promote the progress of civilization. It can help us eliminate all threatening humanoid civilizations, allowing us to obtain more resources and more room for development. Only in this way can we be more Make better use of resources and develop a more advanced civilization, and only war can promote the progress of our civilization."
Archbishop Alienara paced back and forth with the sheathed sword in her right hand, and said to the two with a serious expression: "So, you should not be afraid of war, but treat it as a natural force, a human force, Because it is the particular storm that drives civilization forward.
The God of War has never won victory. He will only help those civilizations that deserve victory. If you have the help of the God of War in the Emerald Field, it will definitely speed up your foothold here. In this accelerated process, you will Significantly reduce your losses and quickly promote the development of civilization. "
"You are a believer in the God of War, fighting for power, group and glory, naturally you are extremely yearning for war, I will not comment.
But have you thought about it from another angle, if you are not a believer in the God of War, then what does war mean to you? Sarajan stared at the confident Aleena for a long time, sighed slightly, and then said unhurriedly:
"Personally, when a warrior faces the battle to defend his homeland, it is undeniably noble, and a good way to die, even if sacrificed, a respectable end to a decent life, or to be honored for the final sacrifice. The end of life to become respectable.
But for a ruler, are the costs and benefits he paid for the war really worthy of recognition?Can the benefits he obtain last?Has he ever thought that after hundreds of years, when the living people are all wiped out, will anyone still care about these things?What did the rulers get when they aspired to greatness?Have they really become some great existence in the end?
Therefore, I don't want to be driven and confused by some ethereal and great existence, so that we rush to the battlefield again and again, so that we leave the quiet and peaceful aside, and finally leave the embers of war and those painful and sharp memories .
Who can still remember those who died here?Will you still remember their voices and smiles?Remember how their society was bound together by loyalty and bloodshed?
Whenever the war in Twilight Town ends, when I stand on the tower and look at the messy corpses on the battlefield, I seem to see the inevitable emptiness, and I can even hear the cries of pain, the calls of soldiers facing death lover's voice.
Regardless of whether the final result is failure or victory, these actual wreckage, ruins and gunpowder smoke are constantly alerting us to the cruelty of war.
The reason why we people in the Emerald Fields formed the alliance is just to end the war as soon as possible, to make this place a sanctuary away from the flames of war, so that all compatriots who live here will personally admit the wind on their cheeks, the footprints under their feet, and their adventurous journey It is a part of life, not a series of wars waged by rulers for power, group and glory.
do you understand?Archbishop Aleena of the God of War? "
(End of this chapter)