When I was a child, I used to chase and play with my friends all over the mountains. At that time, I had a stick in my hand and pretended that it was a sword, eager to slay the demon and all the enemies I didn't know what it was.

Growing up, I thought that war or adventure was what it was like on TV. Good will triumph over evil, the prince will marry the princess, and the adventures will be thrilling.

Later, I didn't want to have a war. Then I found out...... Fairy tales are all lies. I'm not a prince, and I can't be a prince. A princess is a princess in the first place, and the princess I met has to spend a little money to have subsequent progress. Happy life...... Well, maybe it's more of a reluctance.

The bell tower in the town made a loud noise, and the guy who heard the bell striking it seemed to be playing with his life at the moment.

The guards at the entrance to the town sounded their horns, but they never expected what kind of fellows would rush at them. The fortifications they made were of little use and were breached by us in an instant. The guards scattered and fled.

Ralph stormed the town with the team, but the team did not disband and began to loot. He led the party to the center of the town, and then to the entrance to the other town.

The task of this group is to cooperate with the other teams to strangle the defending militia. To put it simply, it specializes in killing people and protecting other teams from looting. The town was big enough that they weren't worried about not being able to grab something.

I have been following the back of the line unhurriedly, regardless of men, women, young and old, bandits will kill anyone they see. Watching terrified, desperate people being easily hacked to the ground felt like I was in hell again.

After circling the town twice, Ralph waved his hand, and the group suddenly scattered with a wild scream.

I looked at Ralph, and Ralph looked back at me, and he didn't say a word but looked at me.

"You were also sent by a lone wolf?" I asked.

He didn't seem to hear it, and disappeared into the chaotic streets.

I was left alone wandering aimlessly through the streets of the town. Looking at the corpses and burning houses lying across the road, another voice appeared in my head.

"Can you bear to see this? You shouldn't be like that, you should be a good person. ”

"Have you hurt them? Of course you don't! I'm curious why you're blaming yourself! What does all this have to do with you? What does it matter to you whether they live or die? You're still alive, aren't you? ”

"You can help them! They need help! ”

"How great! Ah, what greatness! Who do you think you are? Do you want to save them? Oh, my God! You can't save them! You can't be a savior! ”

"That's not right! This is not right! ”

"Are you blaming yourself? Why do you blame yourself? Why do you blame yourself for things that are beyond your means? You're going to turn against these bandits? Or against Winston? Have you thought about the consequences? Are you recognized? ”

"You can run away! Get out of here! ”

"Hmph, you've been on the run, you've been running since you were a child. What have you ever solved because of evasion? Is it your hobby or your work relationship? Stay! The world will not turn a blind eye to you because of your avoidance. ”

“……”

"At least you survive first. Remember! You've got to ...... Survive first! They have nothing to do with you! You! Survive first! ”

I don't want that...... I muttered to myself.

Suddenly, out of my peripheral vision, I saw a man rushing out of the alley, holding a steel fork and stabbing directly at me. I was startled and it was too late to pull the reins, but I tried my best to dodge to the side, and the horse was startled and stood up and lifted me off the top.

I swerved a little bit when I fell. I couldn't care so much about it, so I rolled on the spot and pulled out the sword at my waist. Only then did I see that there was no one on the other side, but three. Two men and one woman. Two with farm tools in their hands. Only one was holding the only weapon, the steel fork.

The three of them stared at me with frightened eyes, and I drew my sword and shouted at them, "I don't want to hurt you." Hurry up. ”

"You need to know where you are! You bastard! "The guy with the steel fork was visibly nervous.

"Murderer! Murderer! The woman cried out angrily at me.

It is indefendible, with them, the nature of killing or not killing may be the same.

"You'd better hide quickly, instead of talking nonsense with me here, you'll be dead if you are discovered, run!" I yelled.

"Don't listen to him! When we turn around, he'll call someone! Kill him! "The other guy has quite a brain.

"I promise! Let you go! Come on! No time! "I'm kind of to advise.

The guy with the steel fork seemed to hesitate, and I knew that at this point they couldn't believe what I was saying anyway. Seeing this, I slowly retreated, hoping that they would run quickly.

But just then, another villager popped out of the alley next to me, and I turned my head to look at the guy who rushed out. The man looked at me, then at the three of them. I was still backing away, and he raised his sword and slashed at me.

I hurriedly raised my sword to block, but the three guys on the other side also took the opportunity to rush towards me. I could see their eyes, and now their eyes told me that they wanted to kill me, a lonely, cowardly, weak bandit. Their eyes were full of a desire for revenge.

I dodged the sword and flashed backwards, the steel fork stabbing into the air. Their weapons couldn't hurt me at all, even if both weapons were coming at me at the same time. I'm still trying to persuade them to run away, but the two of them seem determined to kill me. Or will it be embarrassing and embarrassing for them to run away now?

If I had turned and run away now, maybe they wouldn't have died.

Just as they were fighting, a guy on a horse appeared at the entrance of the alley, and the woman heard the sound and just wanted to turn back, the sword swept over her back, and she was carried up by the sword, and then fell heavily to the ground. Blood poured out of her torn back in an instant.

Seeing her killed, my heart was filled with useless regret. Before they could react, the bandit raised his sword and slashed into the head of another guy with a scythe. No blood splattered, but the sword that didn't go into the skull told me that his life was over.

The guy with the steel fork turned around and prepared to meet the bandit who was killing from behind, and was immediately slashed to the ground by a sword. This was the end of the lives of the three men.

I turned my head to look at the remaining stunned peasant, who had frozen in fright. I looked at the one on horseback, and he nodded to me and walked away.

When he looked at the peasant again, his eyes had lost the madness of fear just now, his eyes were full of despair, and he cried......

"Hide, don't die." Throwing this sentence down, I stepped forward to look at the few people who had just been cut down. The two men were killed on the spot, but only the woman still had a breath left.

"Are you going to save her?" The voice.

Looking at this huge open wound, I really didn't feel a good feeling in my heart.

"You can't save her, she can't live." It's still that voice.

I fucking knew she wouldn't live! It felt like tears were rolling in my eyes.

"Give her a good time...... Good. ”

In my impression, whoever gives a pleasure to whom, they always do it so easily. Looking at this woman who still has a breath, I feel like I just can't do it.

"She can't live, you're not killing someone, you're taking pity on her."

I'm taking pity on her......

There was a shadow of me in her empty eyes. Kill her...... It's taking pity on her!

Standing up, I turned the sword in my hand upside down.

Safe on the road......

I felt in a trance.

In a trance, I saw the fire going on not far away, and the air was filled with the smell of burning wood, the smell of burnt corpses, and thick blood.

A horn sounded not far away. A band of bandits ran towards me. They were followed by a group of armed militiamen.

The trumpets sounded as the retreating bandits ran past me. Wrapped up in them, I turned around and ran away.

He hadn't run far before a large wave of bandits suddenly rushed out of the alley in front of him. Gannis, covered in blood, directly raised his weapon and launched a charge.

I stopped running, and the raging bandits roared past me and rushed towards the militia. There was chaos around them, and the two groups of people slashed together. I blended in with them in a daze. When I was in a trance, I saw someone raise their sword and slash at me.

Dodge, keep dodging, I just watched the man scream and attack me. Blood was thrown in my face, and I saw someone being cut down, his body pierced, his hand holding the sword being cut off whole, I saw the sword slash into my face, and my whole jaw fell like that, and I saw the sword slash into my neck and splash bright red.

That trance reappeared, there was no sense of fear, not even a trace of nervousness, just an inexplicable excitement was awakened, and then quickly spread throughout the body. The consciousness in my head is like a mist on the glass that has been wiped away in an instant. I felt everything around me!

When he saw the other side swing his sword at me again, my sword stabbed out.

Kicking the guy down, pulling out the sword in my stomach, I joined the slaughter.

It feels weird...... There was some resistance when the sword pierced through the man's body, and then it was soft and silky that I had never experienced before, and suddenly I felt some resistance, what was holding my sword, and then I felt the urge to break through, this feeling...... I can't tell you how it feels. No, it's like ...... It's like the hardest dash before the climax!

Still want to try. No, don't chop, not cut, don't cut the feeling, it's a sprint...... It's a puncture, it's a puncture!

At this time, there are no distractions in my mind, I don't know if the brain can't keep up with the eyes, or the eyes can't keep up with the brain, and this body doesn't seem to belong to me again at this time. Everything is subconscious, but I can feel everything that is happening in front of me! Chaotic crowds, flying swords, mutilated limbs and splattered blood.

There are many images that flash by, and a person falls, and this inexplicable feeling makes me more and more excited.

Shuttling through the chaos, resisting, dodging, the sword in my hand seemed to have life, greedily searching, experiencing the feeling of wanting to break through that silky and tight. I felt the excitement, the excitement, the excitement that I had never felt before.

Standing there, looking at the corpses everywhere, there were bandits, there were militiamen. My hands were shaking slightly.

The sword in my hand was still stuck in the stomach of a militiaman. I saw his eyes. He looked up at me in fear. In an instant I came to my senses, let go of my grip on the sword, and he fell to the ground.

He's a younger guy than me. Fear was written on his childish face, and his eyes were filled with despair. He knew, and I knew, that he wouldn't survive.

I killed him...... The pleasure I had in my hands disappeared at this moment.

"What's your name?" A very thick voice came from behind me.

I jerked back to Gannis.

"You, I'm asking you."

"Bill, Bill Max."

"I've seen you, yes." His triangular eyes were staring at me.

I don't know why, but I looked at his eyes, which made me feel disgusted, disgusted, and depressed when I first saw him, and it seemed that they were not so annoying.

"Good fight." As he spoke, he tapped me on the shoulder again. He turned around and yelled, "Hurry up, hurry up!" You bastards! Hurry up. ”

The town's effective resistance should be wiped out. All that remains is the unbridled raiding of the bandits.

The young man on the ground had closed his eyes. I drew my sword from him. Looking at him motionless, he suddenly felt a little sad.