Elves live much longer than humans.

Desire is 562 years old.

Tyr stood alone in front of the grave of his old friend.

He had been alone for a long time, and had not confided his true thoughts to anyone.

It wasn't until he met Desiray three hundred years ago.

Of course, Desire is not the elf's real name, but the elves have changed their names all over the world over the years, and they can't even remember which was the name he used in the first place.

It's not like prevaricating Gary with excuses.

Tyr had repeatedly described to Désiré the kingdom they would establish in the future, and each time he promised the elves the position he would get, Désiré only smiled.

He couldn't keep his promise.

Tyr knew very well that he was not a good man, and that he was not enough to describe him as full of evil, and that in order to survive, he would have done something that would make even the most wicked and insane devil feel sick.

But he never regretted his decision.

Whether it is to prolong one's own life with the blood of others, whether it is to sell one's relatives to survive, or to betray one's own god in exchange for power, or even to sacrifice one's wife who has loved him for hundreds of years and her entire city to the evil gods, so that they can never find peace and tranquility, and become distorted semi-organic beings who sing blasphemy in the ancient realm.

He was not ashamed, but enjoyed it.

He has no bitter past, no wishes that must be fulfilled, and no untold secrets.

He simply craves power and enjoys the thrill of dictating the fate of others.

He just didn't want anyone to be able to stand taller than him, and he didn't want to be crushed by someone else.

He just wanted to have a place in the shining golden palace, he just wanted to hang high above the stars with the gods, to look down on all beings, to do anything.

Tyr has tasted the finest wines, seen the greatest banquets, participated in the worst wars, and received the most loyal love.

And the most sincere friendship.

He had enjoyed all the wonders that mortals could get.

So he decided to move on, as simple as that.

If the road ahead asks him to kill, he makes his hands bloody, he betrays, he fails all those who trust him, he wants him to fall, and he falls into the most extreme madness.

As a year, a hundred, a thousand years, countless hours passed, he also began to become numb, killing and betrayal could not satisfy him, and love and flesh could not stir up a single wave.

He is alone on the path of conquering power, unable to see hope and light, running like a machine that never stops.

Until the man said to him:

"Hey, you want to move forward, right, then let me help you. ”

He just looked at Desiré indifferently at the time:

"Huh?"

The elf smirked:

"After all, you saved me from that hell. ”

Tyr glanced at him expressionlessly:

"It's just that they happened to be in my way, so they were all crushed. ”

Desiré did not refute:

"The reason doesn't matter to me at all, the important thing is that you show up there. ”

Tyr amused:

"What can you do for me? The wicked who can enslave you have also been killed by me, and your strength is not worth me mention. ”

The elf replied:

"Everything. ”

Tyre only thought it was slightly amused at the time:

"Oh, do you know that I am ten thousand times more evil than those who enslaved you, and you want to follow me?"

Elves on one knee:

"I have seen the abyss a long time ago, and this filthy world is not worthy of my kindness, but you are worthy of it, my lord. ”

Tyr asked:

"Follow me? for what? Just to repay the favor, then I will fail you. ”

The elf smiled purely, its teeth shining white in the sunlight.

He hadn't laughed in hundreds of years:

"No, I see in the eyes of the grown-ups that your ambition is enough to make all mortals tremble, your lofty and great aspirations. ”

Tyr asked curiously:

"Can you see that?"

The elf bowed his head:

"My lord, your wish is enough to dim the stars in the night sky and tarnish the rainbow after the rain, that is unspeakable arrogance.

"But I'm sure you'll be able to make it happen, my lord. ”

Tyr drew his sword and placed it on his right shoulder:

"Well, you have to fight for my glory and die for my glory.

"From now on, you are my glory. ”

For the first time in his life, the elves were so happy.

Tyr remembered his expression and chuckled.

He had never regretted a decision in his life.

He may feel guilty, sad, and painful, but he will not regret it.

So like all the decisions he's made, he doesn't regret killing Désiré, even if it's so close to fulfilling his promise to Désiré.

Presumably, the elf would not regret it, and at the last moment, his hand holding the sword no longer trembled.

Tyr got back to his feet and poured the wine over the elf's grave.

"Today, we drink together and celebrate the victory that is coming. ”

No one responded to him.

He made a decision, a decision he shouldn't have made.

"I will fulfill my promise, when I hang high in the stars, I will bring back your soul in the unfathomable Heim Underworld, even if there is the terrible Lord of Death in front of me, I will not flinch a little, and there will be a place for you among the stars. ”

This is the contract of Tyr.

Tyr had said that he thought so and that he would never regret it.

If it is necessary to turn his back, he will turn his back.

He gets what he wants, and that's it.

If he wants his friends to come back to him, he will also move firmly towards this goal, and will not be stopped by anything for a moment, just like he did in the first place to pursue power.

Tyr is a man who doesn't like to regret it.

But he suddenly changed his mind.

He would have wanted Wright to take George's place.

But he now intends to honor his friends with his blood and screams.

Tyr turned away, and no one could stand in his way, for he was Tyr, and he was the greatest victor.

Tyr set out alone again, as always.