Cecil crept up on Tyrell from behind, assuming that Tyrell must be a commander or something. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe other elves weren't as flamboyantly dressed, and just now he saw Tyrell commanding the other elves.

'Presumably, this kind of big man must have no combat power. Cecil comforted himself in his heart.

He raised the standard iron sword in his hand and waited until he got a certain distance. He sped up, leaped to his feet, and swung his sword at Tyrell.

Tyrrell hadn't noticed him before, but when Cecil leapt into the air. Tyrrell keenly caught the sound of his footsteps, and Tyrrell subconsciously reflexively stretched out his left hand and grabbed the sword in his hand.

Cecil was stunned, obviously not expecting the other party's reaction to be so agile. He reacted quickly, slamming his free left hand into Tyrell's abdomen.

Tyrell let him attack him, twisting and distorting the iron sword with a single force in his hand. Looking at Cecil, who was constantly hitting him, he felt angry and ridiculous.

He punched Cecil on the left side of his face without mercy, knocking him to the ground. He could have killed him with a single blow, but for some reason Tyrell hesitated.

Cecil's whole body was trembling violently at this time, and his brain was extremely clear at this time. But he couldn't control his body, and the excessive adrenaline production made his heart beat fast. He didn't feel any pain from Tyrell's punch just now, just a little dizzy now.

At this point, Cecil felt that it was impossible for him to kill the elf anymore. But he didn't want to run anymore, he held back his trembling and let go of his useless iron sword, and swung his fist at Tyrell with his right hand with all his might. Although this blow may not even have a tenth of his usual strength, he still swung it out.

Tyrell felt irritated for no reason, and he wanted to kill the creature in front of him. He dropped his iron sword and without hesitation grabbed his wrist with his free right hand. It was as if a voice in Tyrell's heart tempted him: 'Come, crush his wrists, let him cry in pain.' Let him understand the price of provoking a dragon. ’

Tyrell thought it was a great idea, but when he took Cecil's wrist. He didn't do that, but grabbed his wrist tightly.

Tyrrell finally understood why he had always had any feelings, even joy, for the death of humans. It turns out that the root of the problem is that he does not treat these lives as life.

In the same way that he kills critters in the jungle for no reason, he just treats these beings as if they were computer people in the game. Instead of treating them as real beings.

In this world, Tyrell has always regarded the life that he comes into contact with every day as a living person. As for the rest, they are dispensable items in his eyes, because he feels that they lack realism. It's like a creature you see on a computer, it's all fake, and even if you die, it's just a bunch of data.

But when Tyrrell grabbed Cecil's wrist. He felt the temperature of his wrist as the sweat oozing from the tension. Even the sound of his heart beating, the pounding sensation of his pulse. Tyrell could hear and feel it.

He even heard blood running through Cecil's veins, and he stopped his original thoughts, just holding the wrist of the man in front of him tightly.

Cecil didn't understand why the other party didn't move when he held his wrist, just stared at his eyes tightly. He was terrified, cold sweat had soaked his back for some time, and when his hot blood dissipated, all he felt was a deep chill.

Tyrell didn't know what to do, he hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "You...... Let's go, don't be a soldier again. The elves will also fight wars next, just be an ordinary person and live an ordinary life. ”

Cecil looked at Tyrell angrily and said to him, "I live an ordinary life, and you ruined it! I want revenge...... Revenge. Take revenge on you damned elves, you ruined everything for me!"

Cecil said, summoning the last bit of courage. Tyrell's dagger was pulled from Tyrell's waist and stabbed into Tyrell's heart.

Tyrrell stopped the dagger with one hand, and the sharp dagger stabbed his palm. Bright red blood dripped to the ground, but Tyrell didn't notice it. He was thinking about how many people like Cecil had been ruined by this war. This was something he had never thought of before. If his current family was killed by a group of people who suddenly broke in, would he be like Cecil?

Cecil saw that Tyrell had blocked his knife so easily, and he quickly drew it. Continue to stab at Tyrell's body.

Tyrrell didn't resist, just watched him scratch in vain on his smooth, tough leather armor. He wanted to convince Cecil not to do that and to start his life again. But he didn't know how to speak. Because he is one of the sinners who led to his current situation, there will be people like him in all of Qatar in the future.

Lily came up from the side of the street, holding a human soldier's sword with some minced flesh and blood stains on it.

She saw Tyrrell Cecil attacking him, though Cecil's actions did nothing to damage Tyrrell. But she was still surprisingly angry.

She broke through the space and flashed next to Tyrell. Before Tyrell could react, he stabbed Cecil through the heart with a sword.

Tyrell awoke from his contemplation, "Lily, why are you ......!

Lily took it for granted and said, "He's attacking you, and killing him is cheap." What's wrong with you, your face is so ugly?"

Tyrrell looked at Lily, who had not had a trace of negative feelings on the first day of killing, and suddenly felt that she was very strange. Lily's reaction was as if she had just done a trivial thing, rather than taking the life of an intelligent being.

Lily looked at Tyrell and said helplessly, "Great dragon, you can't sympathize with them, do you?" Wait a minute, you can go find Garenne, he seems to be looking for that Hosa. ”

With that, Lily turned around and left.

Tyrell was left standing alone, feeling Cecil's body temperature grow cold and all vital signs stopped. The rising sun, a symbol of hope, had just risen, and the sun shone on Tyrrell's body, warm. But Tyrrell didn't feel a trace of warmth in his heart.