Chapter 155: Night of Terror(2) (2/2)
He was the same person who took them back to Von Hagen House back then. They never thought that he had already turned a traitor, and fell into the trap of their enemy. In that same incident, Salona took the poisonous attack and saved Magnus, but they barely escaped from the encirclement of their enemies.
”So what I am a traitor in your eyes,” David sneered at her. ”I am at least alive. Not like those inflexible Von Hagen bastards. Furthermore, now, I am Hemlock. I have no relation with Hagens except for enmity, of course.”
”I will fight you, bastard!” Eddena cursed and went to meet him.
Old Ti was standing on the door of her house in which water was pouring down. However, she didn't seem to care about it. At this moment, she looked towards the villagers and said with a calm voice, but it echoed in the entire village. ”Did you hear what they say?” she said. ”They have killed our people. Our friends, our neighbors… our lovers.
”They killed the people with whom we used to laugh and cry. They killed the people with whom we used to bicker and fight. They killed… something important to us. Something that can't be described in words.
”They didn't kill just those people, they tore our hearts. And yet…” Her gaze roamed on the faces of her people, then she went on, ”...and yet, you are standing there, dumbly, waiting for someone to take the lead. Don't you have any pride of an elf? Don't your blood boil in fury? Have you already turned into walking corpses, or… you are still alive?
”If you are alive, then show me! Show me there is still dignity in your heart; there is still pride in your bones; there is still vigour in your body! Today, tear away the kindness in your heart and let the world know that we are the noble people whom no one can trample upon. Let them know that we are still alive. Let them know the price of their arrogance! KILL!”
”Kill!”
”Kill!”
The eyes of every elf turned crimson as they heard grandma Ti's words. They were afraid because they had heard about the viciousness of the vampires. They had forgotten the glory of their tribe. They have lost the heart of a fighter after living a peaceful life for a long time. But when they remembered, their bodies trembled with vigour and their eyes burned with bloodlust.
They were one of the noblest and ancient tribes of the world. Although they were just one of the small villages of their tribe, they still had the pride of an elf hidden in their bones.
”Boom!”
When the vampires and elves launched attacks at each other it felt as if it was the end of the world. Bodies fell one by one, the sky rumbled, and the blood coloured the water red. This was the war, filled with corpses, filled with eerie coldness, filled with a sinister air. The war that destroys life as the pesticide destroys the weeds. The war was cruel because… it was war.