Chapter 164: The Old Ways
"When I was a child, when the Count of Lesbane told me, I always thought it was just a legend. β
"It won't be more real than the Queen of the Sky, more than the statues of the gods in the temple. β
Moral looked at Tails with a look of complexity he had never seen before.
Tails recognized the expression.
That's the look on Quill Barney Jr.'s face after Semir's oath of defeat.
Loss, emptiness, pain, regret.
Still a little confused and helpless.
"However, the story that has been passed down from generation to generation in our family is true......"
He stared at the boy, his head shaking slightly, his chest heaving.
It's like never knowing this companion who once lived and died with him for a short time, going back and forth on adventures.
The alien prince who had the same fate as him.
Faced with Moral's crossbow arrows, Tails could only bite his lower lip.
At that moment, it seemed that even the pain in the chest was no longer important.
What can he say?
What should he say?
β...... The scourge is a man, or a monster that looks like a man. β
Moral's eyes did not leave his target, and the crossbow arrow in his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"They breathe, they eat, they walk, they live in every corner of the world, they move like us. β
He muttered subconsciously, in an ethereal tone.
It's like retelling an old story from a long time ago.
"But they're not us after all. β
"Eventually, they will tear off their masks, reveal their true form, and begin to destroy and slaughter. β
Tails subconsciously tightened his fist in his chest.
Moral's brow tightened slowly, and he took a step back, as if unable to believe what he was facing.
He gritted his teeth, took a few breaths, and the scene flashed in his mind:
"That's what you are, aren't you?"
"Like just now?"
Tails, leaning against the wall, was silent for a moment.
His face was gray, and he did not improve in the red light.
They are not us after all.
Eventually, they will tear off their masks.
Tails thought of every loss of control and knock on the door, of the dream Tails who seemed to know everything, and the consequences he faced every time he came back to his senses.
"I don't know. β
It was a long time before Tails said sadly, in a dream-like tone:
"Even for me, the question is foggy. β
Moral was also silent for a moment.
In the deep dungeon, only the breathing of the two could be heard for a while.
Until the air rang out with the sneer of Moral's eating.
"So, in the calamity that King Necaju had fought against...... Which one are you?"
Tails lost his mind slightly.
I only heard Moral speak in the most serious and jealous tone, biting the words:
"The Plague of Kings?"
"Scourge?"
"Bloodshed?"
"Scourge?"
"First disaster?"
With every word, Moral's expression became grim.
These are phrases that only appear in the legend of the Waltons, but he never takes them for granted.
Disaster.
Listening to these strange and strange terms, Tails frowned slightly.
Until Moral raised his crossbow with one hand and bit out the next sentence:
"Or are you simply the head of the calamities, the 'nemesis of the gods'?"
Gods' nemesis.
Hearing this familiar nickname, Tails' chest hurt again.
The boy no longer looked at Moral, he lowered his head, half relieved, half lonely, and said, "Neither." β
"I'm a ......"
"Newcomers. β
Moral paused.
"Huh. β
His shoulders shook slightly, his laughter was a little sad, and even the fire and his bow and crossbow were trembling.
"So you're like the Whiteknuckle Guards, and the newcomers ......"
The words were tinged with a hint of sarcasm.
In a mood that didn't know what it was like, Tails tried to hook the corners of his mouth.
"yes. β
"Magi, scourge. β
As he thought about it, he wandered slightly, and his tone was lost:
"It's like a nightmare, no matter how many smiles you put out and how much courage you muster......"
"But in the dead of night, when you dream of midnight, it will always come back to youβ"
Moral's crossbow machine trembled slightly.
"Enough. β
"Calamity. β
He interrupted Tails' words and stared at the latter, his eyes were unfamiliar, the corners of his mouth were cold, and the green tendons on his hands bulged out:
"Do you know that no matter which temple, no matter how dilapidated and declining the church, is warning every king of Exeter: the catastrophe of the end of the world will return, destroying us as it destroyed the final empire?"
Tails didn't look at him, just closed his eyes:
"I ......"
But Moral wasn't ready for him to answer.
The son of Nunn gritted his teeth and spoke, his fingers pinched on the crossbow arm desperately forced, and he forcibly suppressed his complex emotions that he had nowhere to put it:
"Do you know what kind of terror and despair, sacrifice, and casualties it took for Nekaru and his companions to miraculously reverse the cold winds, defeat the mad and evil scourge, and establish Exeter in the Battle of the Ends?"
Tails didn't open his eyes, he forced the corners of his mouth to pull up:
"Yes. β
The Star Prince could feel that the bleeding from his nose had stopped, and the strength of his whole body was slowly recovering under the slow infiltration of the sins of the Prison River, and the pain in his chest was gradually relieved.
At the very least, he should be able to stand up on his own.
But for some reason, in the face of the Moral who was looking at him angrily, and in the face of the seemingly crumbling time crossbow......
Tails suddenly lost the motivation to stand up.
This is woe.
It's yourself.
and their own future.
He thought gloomily.
A lovely female voice that had not been seen for a long time sounded in his ears.
You are going further and further down the path of misfortune. γ
[Magician, this is not a talent or a blessing...... It's damnation and bad luck. γ
Listening to Moral's hateful and heavy breathing, at that moment, Tails suddenly felt ......
I'm so tired.
It's like having a long dream that drains your spirit.
He's ...... Don't want to stand up anymore.
So, that's how we end. γ
In the dungeon, the torch bursts out again with a spark.
"Is that you?" Moral asked coldly.
Tails still had his eyes closed:
"What?"
Morar looked at Tails with a sad face, anger and doubt burning in his heart at the same time.
"Six years ago, Longxiao City ...... Those legendary monsters don't appear for no reason. β
I saw Morar grit his teeth:
"Tell me. β
"My father's death, including your covertly 'destroying half of Longxiao City'......"
"Is it all about you?"
He unconsciously raised his voice, accentuating his tone:
"Look me in the eye and tell me!"
Tails' eyebrows twitched, and he subconsciously opened his eyes.
He stared blankly into Moral's eyes.
Angry, painful, hesitant, bloodshot eyes.
Tails' thoughts drifted away.
Float back to Longxiao City that night.
Ah, yes.
Broken eaves.
Mottled broken walls.
Dead silence all over the field.
Those...... What he thought he could leave behind.
He shuddered, but this time it wasn't because of pain.
It's because his heart suddenly tightened.
Because of those facts that cannot be escaped.
A second later, Tails spat out the word in a distraction:
"Yes. β
Moral's arms grew tighter and tighter.
"That night. β
"That scourge, and the hydra Kilica," Tails said in a trembling voice, looking at the other man's eyes:
"They will go to Longxiao City, and they will kill so many people......"
Tails closed his eyes in pain:
"It's all because of me. β
"Me. β
Quiescence.
For a moment, even the sound of Moral's breathing froze.
Da La!
The sound of torches falling to the ground.
In the next second, Tails only felt that his neckline was tight, and the whole person was lifted up by the angry Moral with one arm and pressed against the wall!
Bang!
The boy snorted and endured the sluggish feeling in his chest, and suddenly his jaw achedβthe Time Crossbow had been pushed by Morar against Tails' chest, pointed straight at his head, and the protruding tips of the arrows pressed against Tails's skin, causing bursts of stinging pain.
Tails had never seen a Moral like this.
The latter's face was hideous, his breathing was heavy, his teeth were clenched, and the muscles on his arms and the green tendons around his neck were extremely obvious.
Like a raging lion.
It's like...... The former king of the Northlands.
"How dare you!"
Morar roared under his breath, and Tails felt the former's muscles tremble.
He grabbed the boy by the collar with his left hand, and pressed the crossbow machine against his right hand and right shoulder.
The strings on the crossbow of time are extremely tight and ready to go.
Choose the people and eat them.
I saw that Morar was holding back a volcanic hatred and anger:
"You damn ...... Do you know what kind of sin you are carrying and what kind of disaster it will bring?"
But Tails just looked silent, as if he were godless and allowed Moral to threaten his life.
"How dare you approach them?"
"How dare you approach Longxiao City, close to Exter, close to Father, close to ...... Alex!"
Moral's teeth chattered, and his eyes were red.
"Close to her country, her people!"
"My people!"
Morar trembled, almost out of control.
"Bring their own bad luck and bad luck to them, and misfortune like the bloody year!"
"Do you know that your existence is the source of all trouble!"
Tails' jaw ached again, and he could feel it: the tip of the bolt was trembling, piercing through his skin.
Alex.
The name was one step faster than a crossbow bolt, piercing into his trance-like brain.
No.
What he said was...... She.
Small slippery head.
In the illusory memory, the bright girl with the nose-pinched glasses turned around, covered her lips lightly, and looked at him with a faint surprise and indescribable eyes.
[You want to take me away, take me back to the stars?]
At that moment, his almost scattered thoughts cleared.
Tails took a breath from between his teeth, ignoring the pain in his jaw, and said forcefully:
"I know. β
Morar was still nervous, glaring angrily, as if he was going to pull the trigger and pierce Tails' head in the next moment.
I only heard the young man say bitterly: "I know better than you." β
"In fact, I know better than everybody. β
"From that day on, what happened to me was ...... I know. β
In the shield area, every pair of eyes that want to breathe but can't breathe.
Under the hydra, every voice crying and fleeing for their lives.
In Longxiao City, every cold and dead corpse.
And he could only kneel in the middle of the road, holding the only warm life in his arms, tears streaming down his face, trembling.
He clenched his fists.
It's all his......
His blood debt.
It is because of him, and it is the result of the accumulation of every choice in his life.
It's something he has to face.
It is not a simple sentence of "it was not meant to be this" or "it is a last resort", or even "it is not my fault" to blame others, or the more disgusting sentence of "a pity but necessary sacrifice", which can be forgotten indifferently, and the responsibility and burden can be safely avoided.
At least, he can't.
"I'm sorry," Tails said softly, closing his eyes and feeling full of loneliness and sorrow:
"I'm sorry. β
Moral's breathing intensified.
Tails' neckline was pulled tighter, and he could even feel a drop of blood running down his neck under the threat of a crossbow arrow.
Tails had thought about a similar scenario a long time ago.
But in those scenarios, he was dealing with a large group of people, a whole world, whether they knew or stranged, they all blurred their faces, pointing at him as a monster, at him who had brought countless disasters.
Now, he thought - he was already lucky.
Isn't it?
Thinking of this, Tails was relieved.
He opened his eyes softly, calmly looking at Moral in front of him, at the anger and sadness that had accumulated in the latter's eyes.
Moral ......
He thought faintly.
I don't know......
When this brave prince who hides heaviness with a smile and glories with humor, when he walks alone step by step, drifting on the edge of the cape......
As he looked in the direction of the Northlands that he felt complicated, at his hometown that he had left behind......
When he got the news that Longxiao City had suffered a disaster and his father had died violently......
What's the feeling?
"Let's do it," Tails' mood calmed down completely, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "I'm ready." β
The other party's eyes were still red, staring at Tails.
The anger in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
It reminded Tails of the moment he opened his eyes in the desert.
At that time, it was the red-haired fast rope, blinking curious and excited eyes......
Thinking of this, Tails sighed lightly:
"End it all and leave. β
"Go back to your life. β
"Fast rope. β
He whispered.
At that moment, Moral shuddered slightly.
His left arm tightened, and with greater force, he pressed Tails to the wall, and his right hand trembled as he pulled the trigger of the black arm crossbow.
Tails closed his eyes.
Waiting for the ending that belongs to him.
The next moment.
"Boom!"
Tails only felt a shock on the right side of his face!
Before he could figure it out, the sky was spinning, and the whole person flew out against the side of the wall!
Hit the ground hard.
"Ahem......"
Tails grunted in pain, his whole head buzzing.
He felt a numbness that spread across half of his face, and after a few seconds, it turned to a burning pain that made him grin.
Tails shuddered and got to his feet, trying to see in front of him in the eyes full of Venus.
How......
In the next second, a hard object was stuffed into his left hand.
Tails was startled at first, then realized that it was the hilt of the sword.
Soon, his right arm tightened, and the whole person was pulled up!
Put on a thick, broad shoulder.
An arm was placed around his waist and he was forced to his feet.
In astonishment, Tails shook his head desperately, scattering the Venus in the sky.
Then he was amazed to see:
He was leaning on the shoulder of the fast rope, one time high and one low, and he was helped forward by the latter.
From the boy's point of view, you can only see the side face of the fast rope, and you can't see the real expression.
The crossbow bolt in the latter's hand was long gone, replaced by the torch that fell to the ground.
"You ......" He only had time to spit out a single word, and his cheek hurt from being punched by the fast rope.
"Shut up," Fastrope interrupted him mercilessly, gritting his teeth, vaguely revealing his unsteady and hesitant emotions:
"The enemy is still there. β
He held the torch and looked ahead, trembling:
"Gotta go to a safe place. β
Tails froze.
"But ......"
"Shut up!"
Fast Rope turned his head, his eyes red, and he looked at him viciously, and his tone was full of roughness and rudeness characteristic of the Northlanders:
"Don't force me to beat you up again! I remember those two slaps!"
After speaking, he didn't look at Tails, and turned his head to himself, and mixed feelings could still be recognized in his breath.
Tails looked at his side face in a daze.
The firelight flickered, and the air was quiet.
An indescribable feeling hit my heart.
The prince hung his head, gritted his teeth, dragged his weak body, leaned on the shoulders of the fast rope, and kept up with the pace.
The two left the unconscious Marina behind, breathing fast and slow, sharp and slow.
They are not fast, but they are very calm.
The two of them advanced some distance in silence, stepping over several corpses, and finally came to the stone steps that swirled upwards and began to climb.
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"Why. β
In the silence, Tails couldn't hold back any longer, and silently whispered in the ear of the fast rope.
"You know ......"
The fast rope raised the torch, turned a corner, and gritted his teeth.
He knew what the other person was going to ask.
"Why are you-"
"How the hell do I know why!"
Fast Rope replied to him very unceremoniously, the weight of his tone and the evil attitude made Tails have the illusion of returning to the Northland.
He paused, with a heartfelt struggle:
"You're just going to be me...... Crazy. β
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